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First Meet

By: nyer269



I meet you at my door, as I open it you see me, I am wearing a bodice that pushes my breast up and out, I have on black stockings with garter belt, but no panties. My pussy is shaved bare. You are wearing a short sundress that I can see right through. I give you a kiss and tell you to close your eyes and to trust me. You feel something soft and silky go around your eyes and being tied. I ask you to open your eyes and tell me if you can see, you tell me no, and ask me what I am going to do. 

I don’t say anything, but take your hand a guide you into the living room. I tell you to stand and not to move. You feel my lips touch yours and I slid my tongue into you mouth, I kiss you and suck on your tongue, you taste wonderful. I move my hands over your body, up your back, your sides, across our breasts, never stopping at one place to long. You feel the straps of your dress being pulled off your shoulders, the dress falls to the floor. You are not wearing a bra and the cool air hardens your nipples. You have on a sexy little thong that barely covers your pussy.

You feel my lips take one of your nipples into my mouth, I gently suck on it, running my tongue over its hardness. I start to suck your whole breast into my mouth, taking as much as I can. They are soft but very firm, I keep sucking and licking. I hear you let out a soft moan. You feel me pull away from your breast. You don’t know where I am at, then you feel my hands on your thighs, they move up to your thong, you feel me pull the thong up so that the material in front slides between you lips, parting them, the pressure on your clit feel so good. 

You don’t know but I am looking at your pussy and how the thong is almost gone between you lips, it looks so hot. I take you by the shoulders and tell you to drop to your knees, you do as I tell you. You feel me spread your legs wide, and then my hand is rubbing your pussy, pulling on the thong, rubbing it on your now hard clit. Your pussy is wet with your juice. You feel me in front of you. I take your hands and place them on my ass. I push my pussy into your face and tell you to start licking me. You can taste my wetness, you feel my fingers spreading my pussy open so you can lick and suck me better. 

I tell you to squeeze my ass and pull me closer to your face, my juices cover your face as you try to suck me dry. Then I pull away from you. You fell me hold you as I lay you down on your back. It gets quite and you call my name, but there is no reply. You feel me take your hand and something is being tied to it. It feels like another scarf. Then it is your ankle being tied, your leg is being bent and tied to your wrist. Then the other side is tied the same way. You know now that you are bound and that you cannot move. You also know that your are spread wide open and that I can see all of you. The next thing you feel is something soft like feathers brush your skin. 

All over your body, around your breast, between your legs the feeling is soft but sends tingles down your body. This lasts for about ten minutes, and then stops. You feel me place my fingers into the waistband of your thong and rip the material away from you. You feel my hands on your pussy spreading your lips open, then my tongue is on you, licking and sucking your lips, your clit, poking inside you. I feel you start to cum, and I go faster, you feel my tongue pulling out of you and then you feel my finger inside you, bend so that it puts pressure on your G spot. I finger fuck you hard and fast with one finger, then your feel another finger go inside you. You start to cum and I keep finger fucking harder and faster, you cum all over my fingers. I pull them out and you can’t see me but I put them in my mouth and suck off all your juices. You lay there trying to recover from your orgasm, but feel my fingers back inside you, they are only there for a minute then you feel me smearing your tight little asshole with your juices. You feel my finger poking into your ass, slow at first and just a little bit, then it is deep and is moving in and out. 

You start to buck your legs but you cannot move. My finger feel so good in your ass that you tell me harder, I push it in deeper and you squirm, trying to get more of it inside you. I finger fuck your sweet little asshole, in and out, faster and then slowly, back and forth. You feel your self starting to cum over again, and this surprises you because you have never cum with just your asshole being played with. I keep fucking you know that you are about to cum again. 

As you start to cum I work a finger into your pussy and finger it also, you scream at me to fuck you harder and faster as your cum over and over. I pull my fingers out of you and let you rest just a second. You feel me untie your hands and ankles. I tell you roll over and get on your knees and move forward. You do and stop when you come to what you think is the couch. I tell you to put your arms on the couch and stick your ass up in the air. You feel me behind you put you still cannot see me. You feel my hands spread your ass cheeks apart and my hand begins to rub your pussy and my fingers start to slide into your both your pussy and ass. I play with you for a few minutes and then stop. You wait, not know what is going to happen next. 

You feel something push against your pussy, its big, but soft, it slides inside you and you know that it is a dildo, then you feel one slide into your ass, both your holes are full and you think that you are going to split open, the I begin to fuck you, I thrust them both at the same time deep inside you and your ass pushes up to meet them. I pull them all most all the way out and then thrust them deep again. 

Then I start to speed up, pushing and pulling them inside you, faster and harder. You start yelling at me to fuck you hard, to fuck you faster, You tell me how good it feel in your ass and pussy, you tell me not to stop, I’m fucking you harder and faster, I start to spank your ass after each thrust, you scream that you are cumming and push harder against the dildos inside you. Then you explode your body starts to shake. You are cumming so hard that you just whimper and moan unable to even talk. 

I slow down as your orgasms come to an end. I pull out of you and remove the blindfold and kiss your sweet mouth, I hold you tight against my body. I tell you that I need you and that it’s my turn.

First Meet



They had spoke for months via the computer and phone and had now decided to meet. He had arranged to meet her at the airport and waited anxiously watching for her to arrive. He looks at his watch and then at the flood of people coming towards Him. Searching for her face. He spots her and His heart skip's a beat. He stand's still and wait's for her to come to Him. 

Looking through the crowd she sees Him. Her heart race's. Looking at His smile as T/their eyes meet. Moving quickly she find's her bag and make's her way to Him. Not caring who sees her she drop's to her knee's, placing her hand's behind her back, and lowering her eye's.

"Hello my little whore." He slip's his fingers through her hair. Lifting her head up to look deep in her eye's. Looking at her kneeling as she had so many times for Him in His Cyber dungeon.

"Hello my Master. " Letting His finger's lift her chin and looking into His eye's. He smile's down at her and slip's His hand into His pocket. He produce's a butt plug and smile's at her. He had told her what He wanted her to do as soon as she had agreed to visit Him.

He help's her up and hand's her the butt plug. He pick's up her bag and follows her to the toilet's. He leans forward and kissed her hard on her lip's, smacking her ass lightly as she head's off. He watch's her and smile's as she wiggle's her ass at Him.

In the toilets she find's an empty cubicle and enters. Lifting up her skirt she slip's the butt plug along her wet pussy lip's to lubricate it. Bending over and slipping in the butt plug, biting down on her bottom lip as her anus refuse's it at first but she slowly tease's it in. Slowly pushing it fully in she stands up and adjusts to the new sensation it brings to her body. Pulling down her skirt and making sure everything's in place she flushes the chain and leaves the cubicle. Washes her hands and makes sure she looks good for Him she leaves the toilets to find Him waiting for her. Approaching Him she taps Him softly on the arm to tell Him she's there.

"All ok My little whore? " He asks as T/they head of to the car park. He notices her walking carefully and slowly. He directs her towards His car, placing her bag in the boot.

"Yes Master. Thank You Master for the gift ." Smiling across at Him as she carefully sits down. Feeling the butt plug push deeper inside her anus she lets out a soft moan. He watches the look of pleasure on her face. 

He reach's across and cup's her breast's in His hand's. He let's out a moan. He's wanted to do that for ages, just touch them. He removes one hand and moves it down to the zip on His trousers. His eyes never leave hers as He undoes the zip and takes His semi hard cock out. He watches her lower her eyes and lick her lips.

"Please Master may Your little whore suck Your cock? " she begs. Wriggling slightly whilst she awaits His reply. Many times she has dreamed about pleasing Him with her mouth, her whole body. 

" Yes my little whore you may." He grab's hold of a fistful of her hair and pull's her head down to the tip of His hardening cock. He let's out a moan as He feel's her lips kiss the tip of His cock.

Feeling His fingers pulling at her hair she let's out a moan and lowers her head and kisses His cock tip. Flicking her tongue all over the tip and down under the rim. Licking all over , slipping her tongue tip into the slit at the top. Moving her mouth over the tip , taking the rim in between her teeth and sucking the head letting her tongue flick all over. Hearing His moans and feeling Him lifting His hips up she start's to suck her way down to the base of his cock. Sucking slowly , teasingly up to the tip flicking her tongue over the tip.

Glancing up at Him she slides her mouth tightly back down to the base taking Him deep into her throat, feeling His cock hit the back of her throat. Sucking her tight mouth up and down His thick cock shaft. Flicking her tongue all over, His cock throbbing in her mouth. Hearing His moans and feeling Him push up into her mouth she starts to suck faster. Taking His cock deep into her throat then sucking it back to the tip. 

He lifts His hips up high fucking her tight mouth. Feeling her teeth graze over His shaft. He lets out a moan and pushes down on her head with His hand. Feeling His cock hitting the back of her throat as He pushes. He pulls on her hair harder as He fucks her mouth. Ramming His cock in and out as her teeth graze down His shaft. " That's it My lilwhore suck it good. Suck out all Your Masters cum " 

Hearing His words she sucks faster taking His cock deeper into her mouth. Feeling His cock throb in her mouth she tightens her mouth and continues to suck up and down. Reaching down she starts to stroke the base of his cock shaft. Sucking and wanking His cock, mouth tight on His shaft. Hearing His moans and encouragement to claim her prize. His cock throbbing and pulsing as she flicks her tongue all over His shaft.

"OHHH My lilwhore your Masters going to cummm" He gasps. Lifting up His hips higher as He starts to cum in her waiting mouth. Swallowing eagerly His cum as it squirts into her mouth, still sucking wanting it all. Sucking faster to get every drop out. Feeling His fingers pull harder on her hair as He cum' s. Flicking her tongue under His cock rim and in the slit making sure His cock is clean. Kissing His cock tip and straightening back up in her seat. Looking up at Him as she sits back. Leaning forward He kisses her on the lips hard. 

Reaching down sliding His hand up her inner thigh. Stroking His fingers up to the top of her thighs. Feeling the softness of her pussy as she spreads her legs for Him. Trailing His finger tips along her pussy lips, feeling the wetness. Sliding his finger inside her pussy lips and up to her clit, rubbing over it lightly. Feeling her shudder and hearing her moans He slides His fingers down inside her pussy inserting just the tip. Pushing it in and out her wet pussy, sliding it in deeper each time. Slipping in another finger as He slides them in and out deeper. Lifting her hips up slightly to meet His fingers as they go deep inside her wet pussy. 

Rubbing His thumb tip over her clit as His fingers thrust in and out. Hearing her moans He thrusts His fingers in deeper, harder feeling her pussy tighten on His fingers as she fucks them. 

"Please Master, please may Your lilwhore cum?" she begs. Moaning and writhing as He rams His fingers in harder and deeper. The butt plug in her ass and her Masters fingers inside her wet pussy. 

"Yes my sweet lilwhore you may cum" He thrusts His fingers in harder and deeper. Watching deep in her eyes as she cums for Him.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Masterrrrrrr ." Feeling her body shudder as she cums on His deep fingers. " Ohhhhhh yesssssssss Masterrrrrr" Gasping for breathe, clenching her fists into a ball as her orgasm takes over her body. 

The smile on His face and the look in His eyes was all she needed as she shivered and smiled up at Him. He withdraws His fingers and touches them to His lips. Opening His mouth and sucks on them. Letting out a moan as He tastes her cum for the first but definitely not the last time. Sucking His fingers clean He smiles down at her. He lowers His head and kisses her lips. Letting His tongue flick over her parting lips as hers flicks out to meet His.

The journey to His house is filled with small talk about life and her journey. Occasionally she looks out at the passing scenery. He stops the car and gets out. He opens her door and she slips out and smiles up at Him. He retrieves her bag from the boot, taking her hand in His He guides her to the front door. He opens it and follows her inside. 

As soon as He opens the door she steps inside and again drops to her knees before Him. Looking up at Him as she parts her knees slightly and slips her hands behind her straight back. Reaching down He strokes her hair as a big grin spreads over His face. Placing her bag on the floor beside her He starts to walk towards the bedroom, glancing back to see if she follows. 

Watching Him start to move she moves onto her hands and knees and crawls behind Him. Following Him into the bedroom , as He stops she moves back to her kneeling position. Turning round to her He holds His hand out to help her up. Taking His hand she rises to her feet. Standing before Him she wonders what will happen next but trusts Him explicitly .

" My ept you have pleased Me no end today by your actions here and at the airport. I was going to wait for a day or two but have decided now is the right time." He moves away from her and opens a bedside draw. Reaching inside He lifts out two packages. Turning to face her He hands her the larger one.

Looking at Him then at the package she carefully opens it, wondering what's inside. Opening up the box she finds a black leather collar with a 'D' ring on it and attached is a black leather leash. Looking up at Him again then at the collar. A broad smile comes across her face. 

" For me Master?" she asks as she lifts it out of the box. Trailing her fingers over the leather collar and leash. 

" Yes my sweet ept for you. To wear for O/our playtime and when W/we are alone. " He takes the collar from her hands and places it around her neck, letting the leash drop onto her breasts. " Now my ept the other one" He hands her the other package.

Wondering what could be in this one she lifts a finger to trail over her new collar. It was all she had dreamed of since He collared her online. Carefully she opened the smaller package and gasped with surprise. Inside was a gold collar, exactly the same as he had described to her as He had collared her online. Tears pricked her eyes as she again looked up at Him. A few tears escaped from her eyes.

Smiling down at her " This one is for when W/we are out in public my sweet ept. I want E/everyone to know you belong to Me. That I own every inch of you." 

Dropping onto her knees in front of Him she looks up at Him.

"You own every inch of me my Master. Every inch of me is Yours to use as You desire. From this day forth I will wear Your collar's with pride and honour Master."

Taking the leash into His hand He takes her to the dungeon He has created for T/their pleasure. He knows that for the rest of her stay T/they will spend many hours in here.



First Meeting



This moment has been coming for a while. We've been chatting online for quite some time...and now we've finally decided to meet. Oh sure we know a lot about each other, we know what the other looks like, our likes and dislikes but my nerves are still on edge. An announcement comes over the P.A, it's the pilot telling us that there is a backup and the flight is going to be delayed about 30 minutes. That's all I need, I'm going crazy here and now I have to wait another half an hour.

As I sit here my mind begins to drift, I think of all the conversations that we've had, all the sexual innuendos, the flirting,the teasing. We certainly have had a lot of fun but it's all about to change, it's about to stop being just words on a monitor. It's about to become real. Can you handle it? Can I? I guess only time will tell.

I'm broken out of my trance by an announcement that the plane will be landing shortly. Now I'm really getting nervous. What am I going to say, what will your reaction be. I almost wish I never came on this trip to meet you. Getting off the plane I get on the escalator, my eyes searching the crowd of people, looking for you. Then we spot each other, smiles cross our faces as our eyes lock. My god, you are even more incredible than I could have imagined. Getting off the escalator, we meet, embracing in a hug that words can not describe.

It feels so good to finally have you in my arms. We exchange a light kiss before releasing our embrace and head to the baggage claim area. 

We walk to your car, neither of us saying much of anything, making small talk and just looking at each other, holding hands and smiling. I can sense the nervousness, the feeling of not exactly to know what to say, what to do. We're finally showing something we've never really shown on line, our shy sides. Getting to the car as I open the door for you I just lean in and kiss you, soft, sensual, cupping your chin in my hand as our tongues dance slowly. You finally break the kiss saying 'If we don't stop we'll never leave the parking lot.' We both laugh as I get in the car. 

It's just a short trip to the hotel that we have booked. Check in is quick but feels like it's taking an eternity. The anticipation for what is to come couldn't be any higher. Finally we get to our room and the shyness reappears for some reason. I guess it's just nerves but I'm sure it will pass. 

You tell me that you've made reservations for a special dinner and that you need to shower before we leave. Giving me a quick kiss you walk toward the bathroom. I start to unpack as I hear the water running. I'm feeling much more comfortable that I made the right decision on coming. A smile crosses my lips as I get an idea, I quickly strip down and enter the bathroom. With the water running you didn't hear me come in. I open the shower curtain startling you however your face quickly gets that mischievous look I've come to love online. I step in as our arms wrap around each other, our lips meet, parting to let our tongues slide together. The water caresses our naked bodies as our hands explore each other. 

Lowering my head, I begin to lick the water droplets cascading down your beautiful breasts. I take one of your nipples into my mouth, gently sucking as my tongue flicks across the hardened bud. You reach between us grasping my engorged cock, your hand gently stroking me. Pulling my head up, you give me a quick kiss on the lips and then continue to kiss and lick your way down my body. 

You take one of my nipples between your teeth, tugging on it as you suck. The sensation is driving me nuts. Moving from one to the other you continue to tease.

You resume your journey down my body, kissing and licking until you are on your knees, my hard cock directly in front of you. Grasping my cock by the base, you begin to run your tongue all over the head, licking up and down the shaft. Your hand cups my balls as you slide your mouth over my cock. Taking my entire length into your mouth, you begin to rhythmically suck. Your head moves up and down, letting my cock invading your mouth. Squeezing my balls, you begin to suck harder, your mouth moving faster. I hold the back of your head as my balls begin to contract. I can't hold back any longer, my cum begins to shoot into your waiting mouth. You continue to suck until you get every drop. 

Letting my deflated member slide from your lips you stand and give me a deep passionate kiss, letting me taste myself on your tongue. Breaking the kiss you tell me that was just for starters and that I better let you finish getting ready of we'll be later for dinner. 

We arrive at the restaurant just in time for our reservations. The lights are dark as we get seated at a nice secluded corner table. Our waiter comes over and takes our drink order as we begin to look over the menu. We place our order while taking in the atmosphere of our surroundings. We exchange idle conversation while we wait for our dinner. The waiter brings our appetizers and we dig in. All the while just gazing into each others eyes. When you're done you excuse yourself to the ladies room. I sit there reliving the shower experience and think of what the remainder of the night will bring.

You return from the ladies room just as the waiter is bringing out the main course. As we are eating your hand drops to my lap, massaging my cock to it's full hardness. Trying to eat is becoming difficult so I decide to return the favor and place my hand on your thigh. Slowly moving it up your leg, reaching the tops of your stockings, feeling the warm pliable flesh of your upper thigh. I continue moving it higher and higher until I find a wonderful surprise, you're not wearing panties. You look at me, smile and say that you took them off in the ladies room. Removing your hand from my lap and push mine away from your pussy saying that I should finish eating and quit playing with my dessert. We both laugh and somehow finish our meal. 

The short ride back to the hotel seems to be taking forever. But I'm not complaining as you are massaging my cock through my pants as I drive back. Your head buried in my neck, licking my ear, whispering things that you were going to do to me when we got back to the room.

We finally get to the hotel and hop in the elevator. You pressing your body against me as we ascend to our room on the top floor. There is another couple in the elevator who seem oblivious to our presence. The elevator stops at the 4th floor and they get off, we're alone now. As the doors close we are all over each other, kissing, fondling, teasing. The doors suddenly open at our floor, we step out, laughing, giggling with our arms around each other, shirts hanging out, half unbuttoned. 

We enter the room, closing the door behind us, we lock in a long wet passionate kiss. You push me down to the bed saying you need to freshen up and walk into the bathroom. I get off the bed and undress, tossing my clothes onto a chair and grabbing a robe to throw on. I grab the TV remote and flick thru the channels as I wait for you to emerge from the bathroom.

The door opens and there you are...you are beautiful. Standing there wearing a light blue teddy. You turn around slowly, letting me devour your lovely body with my eyes. Your wonderful breasts straining against the silky fabric. Your dark nipples barely visible thru the lace around your neckline. Long shapely legs that turn into a perfect ass. I still can't believe the woman of so many of my erotic fantasies is standing before me. 

I stand as you move toward me, embracing you, our lips meet. Tongues dancing, our hands roam each others bodies. My hands sliding across your silk teddy, grabbing your ass and pulling you into me. You can feel my hard cock pressing against you. We fall back to the bed, you on top of me, we continue to kiss. I slowly slide the straps of your teddy down your arms, releasing your magnificent breasts. Lowering my head I begin to lick your breast, running my tongue in circles, each one getting closer to your hardening nipple. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I begin to gently nibble and suck as my tongue quickly flicks across it. Releasing your breast, I kiss your lips as you get off the bed and remove your teddy, leaving it in a clump at the foot of the bed. You move back to the bed, opening my robe, exposing my hard cock. Slithering up my body, pressing your hot naked flesh against me. Our mouths meet, kissing me hard as your hand reaches for my engorged cock.

You kiss your way down my body until you reach my cock. Taking the length into your mouth, you swing your legs over me, letting me get my first close up look at your beautiful wet pussy. Raising my head, I begin to run my tongue thru the lips of your sweet slit. Licking up and down the length of your pussy, tasting your sweet juices. As you continue to suck my cock, I move my tongue and begin to run my tongue across your asshole, teasing your little hole with the tip of my tongue. You begin to go wild, sucking my dick for all it's worth as my tongue works on your ass. Sliding in and out of your ass, fucking it with my tongue. You release my cock and sit back, pressing your ass in my face. My hands reach up to massage your tits only to find your hands already there, pulling at your tits, pinching your nipples. Your moans getting louder, I move my hand and begin to play with your clit, rubbing harder,faster. My tongue sliding in and out of your ass. I can feel your body tense as the first wave of orgasm hits. Your pussy juice drips down my chin & over my neck.

You slide off me, getting on all fours, I move up behind you, my cock in hand, I begin to slide the head up and down your wet pussy. Teasing your slit with my hard cock. Sliding the head in, you push your hips back forcing the entire length inside. I can feel your pussy grip my cock, holding it, squeezing it. Slowly I begin to slide in and out. The wetness of your slit bathing my cock. You feel so good. I begin to fuck you harder, faster. Our moans fill the room. Sliding my cock out I move on my back. You waste no time in straddling me engulfing my entire cock with your pussy. Bucking your hips, you ride my cock. Riding me hard and fast, my hands reach up and begin to squeeze your tits hard, pulling at them, pinching the nipples. Your tight pussy gripping my cock, your hips grinding it into you. Reaching behind you, you grab my balls and begin to massage. I can feel the pressure building. Fucking like two animals, hard, fast, moaning loud. You begin to shake as your climax hits, I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. I can't hold back any longer. My cock explodes, filling you with my hot cum. Your pussy squeezing the last drops from my quickly deflating cock.

Lying beside each other, arms wrapped tightly, I kiss you gently on the lips as we just gaze into to each others eyes, smiles on our faces. A quizzical look crosses your face as you ask 'So what shall we do with the rest of our week?' 

You can hardly get it out before we both burst out laughing. 'I think we'll figure something out.'



First Meeting



We have been chatting now for a while, although we have never meet. We have made plans for a quick weekend getaway and are both excited and nervous about this opportunity. 

I arrive at the hotel bar and find a booth. I order a drink and eagerly await your arrival. I see you walk in and watch you across the room. 

You join me in the booth. I am pleasantly surprised when you elect to slide in next to me, versus across the table. 

You smile, and lean toward me for a kiss. A light, gentle hello kiss. It doesn't speak of passion or promises, just a featherlike touch to say hello.

You order a drink as well, and we sit and chat a bit about our lives. This is a forbidden interlude – we both have partners we should be with – but need, want, desire more. As we await your drink, I gingerly rub your forearm, marveling at the strength, and thoughts flood my mind of how wonderful it is going to be locked in your arms.....soon. A shot of desire shoots through me, clenching my now wet pussy!

Your eyes light up – you know how you make me feel. A slow smile crosses your face and you reach out and place your hand on the top of my thigh. You knead my leg while my hand slides along your arm....squeezing and touching your shoulder, rubbing and kneading down your back. Your drink arrives and we pull back. The spark is there – - - 

We both quickly finish our drinks and depart from the bar. We have a room upstairs and eagerly want to find the privacy and the spark....we're in luck, the elevator is empty and we step into a kiss, sliding our bodies against each other. Grinding hips and squeezing each other. The opening door pulls us back to reality and we walk to our room. 

The door closes, and you push me against a wall, our mouths meld and you grind your hips against me. I am gasping and clinging, wanting you, needing you. You begin to undress me, unbuttoning my top, pushing it from my shoulders. You look down in appreciation at my breasts, they are larger and begging for attention. Pale,pink nipples peeking through my bra beg for attention. You squeeze them and reach around and remove my bra, replacing the silken covering with your mouth around my nipple. 

I am pressed against the wall, unable and unwilling to move. Desire shoots through me, my pussy is hot, wet and needy, but you know this – and it makes you want to make me crazy!

You suck my nipples as my hands roam over your back and shoulder. I am pushing to remove your shirt, I want your skin – I want to touch you, taste you, enjoy you. 

You allow me to pull your shirt off, letting my hands roam freely over your chest and back....but denying me the pleasure of tasting you as you have pulled my other nipple into your mouth. Your hands have now reached my jeans, you undo the button and slide down the zipper, pushing both the jeans and panties down my legs. I laugh, because you delicately tease me, touching my pussy lightly, just once. Chuckling as I jump with shock and desire.

My hands reach for your jeans, and I unbutton them, sliding down the zipper and helping you shed both jeans and briefs. We move, me backwards, lips now fused to the edge of the bed. I slip backwards, landing on the bed and fall back on my elbows., staring at you in passion glazed euphoria. You fall on the bed next to me and our hands explore as our lips meet again.

You kiss down my jaw, nestling into my neck and then traveling to my breasts. Sucking on my nipples, you tease and flick your tongue. I am gasping, moaning, wanting, begging for more. Your hand slides to my pussy and flicks over my nub, causing my body to jerk and then hum in appreciation. 

You pull back. Looking at me, you grin evilly.....I knew this was coming, wanted it, asked for it, but still, I was scared. You roll away and tell me to get on my hands and knees, in the middle of the bed, presenting you with my ass raised. Your hands stroke over my upturned ass and rub, then pushing my legs apart, exposing my sex and ass to your perusal. In our chats, I had told you that reading erotica, spanking stories especially captured my interest, but my virgin ass had never been spanked.

You begin to lightly dust my ass with your hands, stopping every few slaps to rub my clit and press a thumb against my rosebud. I am on fire, I want your hands to continue to touch me, loving the slaps against my slowly reddening ass, the jolt of pure sexual magnetism when you flick fingers against my aching and swelling clit. The sheer pressure against my rosebud shoots excited desire through my entire body.

You continue this exquisite torture, slapping, flicking. I am barely able to stay in position, I am trembling so much. I am not expecting what happens next. We had agreed on toys, but never what or how they would be used. No limitations set, discussed or planned. You put a blindfold on me and pull me back to sit on my ankles while tying my wrists together behind my back. 

I am then eased back on the bed, finding a pillow for my head/face to fall against as my ass is raised when my chest falls against the bed. You pull my legs even farther apart, leaving no secrets, exposing all of my body to your view and use. I feel pressure against my asshole and gasp when a lubed plug is inserted. I have played at this, but never really had anything actually inserted into me and I gasp from the shock, pain and surprise of the moment. You don't stop – despite the tensing of my body, you continue to push the plug home, slapping my ass hard a couple of times, reminding me to relax. The plug is inserted and I am shocked at the full, tight feeling, as well as the pleasure and desire now shooting through me.

I am kneeling on the bed, a plug inserted in my aching ass, gasping at this invading but oh so fantastic pain. You listen and note that my breathing has returned to a normal pitch and you again begin to flick my clit, adding a deep ache within me for your touch. I move towards your hand, wanting, needing more. You chuckle and pull your hand away and begin to lightly spank me again. With each jiggling smack, the plug in my ass drives deeper. I am so turned on.....and then.....

Your hands are gone and you pull me from the bed. I am so hot for you....and you are stepping back and pulling me towards the chair. You remove the blindfold and ties as we move towards the chair that I had covered earlier in a fur blanket; you sink into the enveloping fur, feeling the material against your entire body. I kneel in between your legs and draw your throbbing penis into my mouth. I love to give oral, I love feeling the strength of bringing you to a quiver. My warm, velvety mouth feels so much like the warm fur covering you, you cannot describe the comfort and warmth you feel. 

I stroke you with my mouth, create a suction to draw forth every pleasure. My tongue strokes, twirls and tickles you. The fur teases your very pores. You wrap your hands in my long hair, directing the speed of my strokes, sucking and nibbling – gaining the most pleasure possible. My hands freely stroke your thighs, and stomach and then, with a gentle flutter, to your sac. I touch you gently while my tongue worships your manhood. The tongue lashing and sucking goes on and on, as the fur tickles your body. 

Suddenly, you know you must cum! I suck you even deeper and you gasp....your control is slipping, the pleasure is encompassing. We have talked, so you know I have never swallowed a man's seed. You gently pull my head back so you can cum on my breasts. You sink back into the fur, feeling so complete and comfortable.....I go and grab a towel and clean both of us up.....I know what is going to happen next and I am so very excited.......

The plug in my ass is moving with my steps and movements and I am so turned on. You tell me to return to all fours on the bed and remove the plug from my ass. The relief and shock almost causes me to pass out.....I can't believe the total pleasure of feeling it removed. I almost cum....I am so close, but you laugh and tell me not yet.....

A vibrator is added to the mix, you insert it into my hungry pussy and I want to fall into the bliss, because it is the one with the ears that surround my clit. Oh my God! What a sensation....I could experience this forever....but, oh no, the torture is just beginning....you have a remote on it and stop all activity. You say its time....I groan....I now know what you are going to do....how terrible of you! 

I stand up, and you have me step into my panties, to hold the vibrator/ears in place. The satiny material hugs my blushing ass and aching pussy tightly. You nod approvingly and again suck my begging nipples. You test the remote, and pleasure shoots through my entire body. I am clinging to you, wanting, needing release. You again pull back, knowing the pleasure to come is going to be even better. My nipples are now hard, and you nod to me. 

I walk to the closest and pull out a very tight fitting, thin cashmere sweater. Even though I have small nipples, you can see the erect tip through the button down sweater. I pull on my jeans and shoes while you dress as well. Randomly you play with the remote, causing small gasps and sobs to escape. You look over, my nipples aren't as prominent and you frown. Reaching into the never ending bag, you tell me to unbutton my sweater. 

Grinning, you again suck my nipples, turning the vibrator on high at the same time. I sob out my pleasure and you pull back. My small nipples are once again hard and you quickly place nipple clamps on me. I gasp and you then turn off the vibrator. I can feel it, it touches me, but the sensations all stop. You button up my sweater, easily seeing my nipples through the soft fabric, even the outline of the clamp. I blush, I can't believe I am going out in public like this!

We leave the room, stopping by the bar where we order another drink and while we chat, you randomly turn on / off the vibrator. You chose chairs this time, knowing that my ass is sore and sitting on the chair is an additional pleasure/pain point and when I wiggle, it burns oh so good! After a drink we order some food, to keep our energy level up. My nipples ache, my pussy throbs and my ass burns.....God I want more.....please, please give me more......

You laugh, you know how turned on I am. You push the vibrator to high, and I cum! In the bar! I shudder my release and you slowly reduce the vibrator setting. I look around and see other people watching me. I want to burn with shame, but GOD it felt so good. You smile and stand up, grab my hand and pull me out of the bar/restaurant. 

The aching increases, while I came, I still need and want so much more. We get on the elevator and you once again turn the vibrator on, and I jerk. We are alone, you reach out and unbutton my sweater, letting the soft edges hang open, so you can view my tortured nipples against the so soft fabric. I burn with shame, longing and desire. We walk to the room, and each step you slide the vibrator on higher and higher. We are in front of the door, the vibrator is now on high and I am so close to exploding.....you fumble with the door, laughing, prolonging my torment.....I, I, I – Oh My God! I cum again. Hot warmth floods my pussy and saturates my panties. You chuckle and open the door.

The vibrator is now off and you strip me so slowly. We planned well and have a room with a double Jacuzzi tub. While the water fills, you pull of the nipple clamps. The pain floods through, but I don't know what to do....you turned the vibrator on high – no warning! No warm up! Pleasure shakes my aching body. I gasp and you tell me to lie down on the bed. You spread my legs and remove the vibrator from my aching pussy.

We move together while you strip and climb into the swirling warm waters. 

Easing back, we position ourselves facing one another in the luxurious water. Enjoying the time for a moment, letting the water sooth and relax us. You then reach out and pull my hand telling me to come sit between your legs. Your semi-erect penis slides between my ass cheeks as your hands roam over my body. You pretend to be washing me, but all your really doing is inflaming my senses. 

My hands roam as well and I marvel and the strength and delicious feeling I get when you suck in your breath when my touch excites you. You grow harder beneath my touch and you lift me on your lap and slide deeply into my pussy, filling me with your steel rod. The water laps against the sides of the tub. You pummel in and out of my pussy, while your fingers squeeze and stroke my clit. I can't stop my cries of passion as you bring me closer and closer to ecstasy. I feel your cock tighten as you explode deep into my cunt. I gasp out as a volcanic orgasm racks my body.

We fall back, resting a moment. The water cools around us and my nipples harden from the cool water. We leave the tub, wrapping up in velvety soft towels. A bear skin rug lies in front of a roaring fireplace and you lay me down on the thick piled rug. You join me, hovering over me, making me feel so safe and content. Then you begin to nibble on me. I can't believe it, I have cum so many times already, but I feel the tickles of excitement leap within. You trail down my body, worshiping my tingling nipples, nipping down my belly, and then you fall between my thighs. The rug is spread out, it is enormous, so we both lay on the silken fur substance. It tickles and entices our bodies while your tongue teases and entices my body. 

You reach behind you and pull a dildo from the toy bag. I gasp as you insert it into my now stretched pussy, while your tongue and lips tease my swollen clit. You lick and lave while your hand pumps the dildo in and out. I am writhing on the rug, my whole body is aflame. Your body also writhes on the silken fur rug, its velvety smooth texture driving your body to new heights of sensory pleasure. 

I explode in your mouth as you ram the dildo deeper into my aching cunt. I lay for a moment, but you allow me no rest. You rise above me, and grab a pillow. You push my hips up and slid it under my ass, giving you better access to my body. You rub a lube on your rock hard penis and fill my ass completely. My legs are up, resting on your shoulders and the dildo in my pussy moves and grinds into me as you push your cock deeper and deeper into my ass. I am filled to overflowing, and quickly cum again. You shout in pleasure, and drive deeper into my ass, cuming deep into my nether hole.

Your shuddered release is over and I don't think I can take any more pleasure. We remove the dildo and lay quietly. And yet.......while you lay next to me and stroke my exhausted, fuck-filled body, we doze next to the roaring fire. I know the time isn't over.....I saw more stuff in the bag of tricks....now a little rest and see what happens next. The paddle I spy terrifies and intrigues me..... 



First Meeting



I took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter as I stared out the window at the motel door in front of me. 

Room 43, the number that was emblazoned on the old fashioned key you had left for me with a simple note. Wear only a white button up shirt, black short skirt and high heels my pet. 

I gripped the hard plastic tighter. "This is it." 

My hand moved to the handle, pulling and opening the door. It was time to see if I had what it took to belong to the Master of my dreams, the man who had wooed and courted me over the internet for the past year. 

I put the key in the lock, my heart racing and I felt the wetness on my inner thighs. Looking over my shoulder I caught site of a man in a work suit staring at me. I blushed furiously knowing he could see the dark, rigid peaks of my nipples through the white blouse. I fumbled the key, turning it quickly and opening the door, wanting to be inside and away from the prying eyes.

The room was dark, the windows covered with the heavy drapes. I squinted, adjusting to the dimness and reached a hand up, running it through my carefully arranged curls. 

"Hello?" I asked the question hesitantly, searching for you. I felt the presence in the room and finally found you. The chair pushed to the farthest corner, shrouding you in darkness. 

"Greetings pet." 

I shivered at the sound of your voice. We had spoken many times over the phone. You guiding me through various task, talking about your goals and expectations, walking me through my fears and doubts. I felt liquid warmth flood down my thighs and trembled. 

"Greetings...um...Master, Sir." 

My heart raced as I watched you, nervously standing in the center of the room, my hands trying to find something to do, crossing over my chest then falling to my sides, lifting to my hair then down again.

"Unbutton your shirt my pet and step to me." 

Trembling fingers made the buttons hard to manage as I stepped forward, feeling like I had worn heels for the first time as I tottered towards you. The buttons finally slipped from their moorings and I let my hands fall, the shirt parting over my full breasts as I reached your chair. 

Your hand reached out, sliding along my flesh and I shivered as you brushed one side off my breast to expose the dark, tight peak. Fingers closed around the flesh and I hisses as you pinched then rolled the nipple. 

"Very nice my pet. I am pleased." 

I blushed at the compliment. You had praised my breasts many times via our video chats and I never failed to find deep satisfaction in your pleasure. You didn't mind the heavy weight of them, the large dark nipples that had embarrassed me before you. 

You shifted forward and I saw your face, the dark hair full and rich as you leaned forward and took the nipple you had exposed between your teeth and then closed your lips around it. Sucking and nipping me, sending a frightening streak of pleasure through my body. You moaned and I got hotter. 

I felt the hot weight of your hand as you reached and gripped my thigh shifting the fingers up and under my skirt. I wanted to jump back and you knew, shifting your grip to my back and holding me in place as you worried my nipple between your teeth. 

"Master." I gasped the word, it falling from my lips with ease as I reached for you. 

Your teeth nipped my breast and you looked up at me. A hard slap landed on my ass, the bare flesh you had exposed without me knowing. 

"Don't move." 

I trembled but tried to hold firm wanting to please you. 

Your hand moved back between my legs, slapping my thighs apart and finding the wet slit. I knew I was wetter than I had ever been in my life and the feel of your thick fingers sliding easily through my flesh was startling. I gasped and tightened my muscles trying to hold still with the foreign feeling of you touching me.

"Mmmmm....very wet my pet. Are you horny for me?"

"Yes Master" I groaned, you knew I was just from the wetness but you still made me admit it, say it out loud.

"Such a slut I have for a pet. Getting wet for a stranger."

I trembled and flushed beet red and heard you chuckle.

"That's right. My slutty pet."

I let out a little scream when you plunged two fingers hard and deep into me. The stretch and invasion was painful despite the moisture easing your way. You had not allowed me any penetration since we had begun our relationship and I was tight. 

"MASTER." I reached out for you and touched your shoulder for balance as your fingers fucked into me in strong sure movements, your wrist twisting between my legs as you drove harder.

"I said not to move." The slap came to my ass again, hard and loud, stinging my flesh and heating it. 

"Yes Master, Sorry Master." I whimpered.

"Good girl."

Your mouth went back to my breast, teeth latching onto the swollen nipple and I groaned, my head falling back. My body yours to use and use me you did. Your fingers slick with my juices continued the wicked torment as you fucked me and sucked my nipple till I thought I would explode.

"Please....please." I whimpered again. 

Suddenly your fingers left my body and you stood. I felt your hand wrap in my hair and you pulled hard and strong, tears springing to my eyes as you pushed me to my knees before you.

"Do you remember what we talked about my pet?"

I shivered, knowing what you were asking. The conversations about your sadism had lasted for hours, you wanting me to be aware before anything happened. I knew your desires, how the pain and pleasure were mixed for you. How your need to control was more than a game but who you were. How you would hurt me, and please me at the same time. For your pleasure and my own, this was the moment where my choice was stay or leave. Staying granted you consent. Leaving meant I had tried and failed, but there was no shame in that. 

"Yes Master." 

"And...?" I heard the sound of a zipper in the room and closed my eyes, my heart was beating so hard I wondered at the fact you didn't hear it also. I let my mind register every aspect of what my body was feeling. My nipples, swollen, sensitive from the bites you had given them. Bites that were harder than the clamps you had mailed me. My pussy was still wet, dripping and I felt the burn of your penetration still. And I knew. Knew this was where I was supposed to be. 

"I am yours Master." I opened my eyes and looked up at you, giving the words weight as I met your gaze. "Please." 

The switched flipped and I saw the flash of satisfaction in your eyes, realizing for the first time that you had been just as nervous as I, worried about my response and need for you. It put me at ease as I felt your hand brush the back of my head before tightening again and pulling on my hair, bending my head back.

"Suck me pet."

You moved forward and I saw for the first time the length and breadth of your cock. The sight made me tremble and clench my legs tight. This was the reason you had kept me from more than the smallest of penetrations, so I would be filled to bursting when you placed the very impressive length of your cock inside me. 

I opened my mouth and looked up at you as you ran the head around my lips before feeding it between my lips. 

"Open wide slut."

I did as you asked, opening my mouth wide and taking in the heavy length. My tongue played along the underside as you pushed deeper, chocking me before pulling out and pushing in again. We both knew there was no way I would take all of you but you forged deeper each time. I coughed and you held me to you. 

"That's it slut...take me pet...mmmm....such a hot little mouth." Your words soothed, excited and made me hunger to take more of you. The wetness in my mouth coated your cock and I wanted to wrap my hands around you, wanted to control the invasion but I knew that would only lead to punishment. 

I sucked harder, closing my lips tight around you and was rewarded with the first taste of pre cum as you moaned and thrust harder, going deeper into my relaxed throat. 

"God yes Pet."

You pulled on my hair, pulling me from your cock and lifting me up. 

You pushed me to the bed, my belly landing on the edge, elbows on the mattress. 

"Stay still." 

I didn't move, my feet not touching the floor as I felt your hand smooth down my back, sliding over the swell of my ass and parting my legs with your fingers.

The first hard spank made me jump and tighten. 

"Good girl. Hold still." 

You spanked me over and over, each one harder or in a different location until my ass felt like it was on fire and tears streamed down my face. I wanted to beg you to stop, but bit my tongue. 

Your hand gripped my shoulder, rolling me to my back and then you lifted me to the middle of the bed. I could see the gleam of sweat on your body. Your clothes having disappeared as you spanked my ass. 

"Very good pet but I am not done with you yet. Does the bed feel good on that red ass?"

I nodded, sure that if I were to speak I would sob. 

"Good girl." You moved between my legs, and I was distracted from the throbbing pain of my ass with the heat of my embarrassment as you spread me wide, exposing my pussy fully to your gaze. I knew I was wet and very swollen. I couldn't tell from your expression if that pleased you or not. 

"Do you remember the night I made you slap your pussy till you came for me?" 

I trembled at the memory, wanting to close my legs against the knowledge of what I knew was coming. 

"Yes Master." 

It had been one of the most erotic moments of my life. You had mailed me a small paddle, and had me spread before the camera. As you watched, you spoke to me on my phone, telling me to spank harder, when to rub, when to insert the small dildo you had allowed me, when to thrust it and when to spank again until I begged you to let me cum. You had laughed, long a low into the phone as I begged. Watching me writhe on the dildo as I spanked my own pussy for you, calling me a dirty slut, a wicked pet and telling me how hot it made you. Until you got me so hot I exploded in a gasping, clutching climax that wracked my body. 

"Good girl." The first spank of your hand on my pussy was startling despite my expectation. I screamed and felt the wicked sting of it. You smiled and did it again and I trembled, on the fifth smack I was whimpering wanting to close my legs against the new pain. 

As if you sensed my limit, you let off and then next slap was gentle, your hands staying, soothing and rubbing. 

"Ohh...God...please." I whimpered as your fingers raked over my clit. 

"Beg me slut." 

I pleaded, begged and whimpered, my hips lifting from the bed to push against you hand. I watch you as you looked at me, that wicked gleam in your eyes. You shifted and I felt the head of your cock at the slit to my dripping pussy. 

"Please....please Master." 

I was incoherent with need, so beyond any level of excitement I had ever experienced. I welcomed the invasion of your thick head, felt it part my flesh, felt the burn of it as you forged inside. It took just the first two inches of the think length before I felt the heat of the stretch. 

"Ohhh...god." 

"That's it baby.....so tight my pet." 

I whimpered, and twisted below you, trying to ease the burning invasion. 

"Hold still." You slapped me hard across my breasts, gripping my face in your hands as you leaned over me and pulled out.

I trembled and froze below you, gasping and whimpering, real tears in my eyes that I knew excited you. 

"Good girl...good girl." You soothed then, still holding my face captive in your hands, you shoved the full hard length of your cock into me in one hard, powerful thrust. Ripping through the tight flesh and my back bowed, my hands pushing at you as I began to whimper and fight as you started to fuck me in earnest. 

The bed creaked with each thrust and I sobbed. Knowing this was the claiming, the taking I had agreed to. My body was so sensitive to your touch I could barely maintain my sanity. 

I whimpered and you kissed me for the first time. Your tongue and mouth eating at mine as your cock destroyed my sanity, filling me like I had never been filled. Your hips slapped my clit, the sensitive folds of my pussy still engorged from your careful slaps. I couldn't hold back. The orgasm crashed like a tidal wave over me. I screamed into your mouth and tightened my whole body as I shuddered and came. 

"Fuck yeah....that's it...give me everything baby...everything my little fuck slut." 

Your strokes were harder, faster as you powered through my orgasm. Crashing me into another almost instantly, my pussy sucking your cock into me as the orgasms raced through my body.

I felt you tense, felt the hot jets of semen explode into me, your cock swelling and pulsing deep in my womb as you groaned loud and long above me. 

When you had finished, I felt the wet length slide from my stretched pussy as you fell beside me. Pulling me close into your arms your hands soothed my body. I trembled and cried for long moments until the fire had passed. I looked up at you.

"Thank you Master." I whispered and you smiled down at me.



First Meeting



As they opened the door to the hotel room, she felt a tingling in her panties, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach. As much as they had talked via chat sites and the telephone even the few times that they had phone sex, this was different. This was face-to-face, and in person. She was so scared. What if he didn't really want her? What if he saw her naked and ran from the room. She knew he was too much of a gentleman to make her leave.

He sensed that she was nervous, and gently lifted her chin and gently kissed her lips. A soft sigh escaped her mouth and she was instantly relaxed. The taste of his kiss was the sweetest thing that she had ever tasted. The wetness between her legs began to soak her panties. Good thing they were about to be removed. 

Slowly, they walked to the bed, their lips still engaged. His tongue was darting in and out of her mouth. He turned her around and tugged the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He then wrapped her in a hug, and with a flick of his fingers, released her breasts from the torturous contraption that bound them. He then raised his arms and she was able to help him out of his shirt. 

He reached up and gently caressed her breast. Oh, her skin was so soft. He pulled her to him, and she instantly felt his bulge against her thigh. This excited her even more, knowing she had been the source of his arousal. She tilted her head and leaned in for another kiss. 

The passion between them was increasing. He gently pushed her to the bed, and fell down beside her. His lips brushed against her nipple, and she squirmed in delight. He latched his lips on, and sucked on the small nipple. She giggled and tried to squirm away. His hand caught her arm, and kept it from shooing him away. He paused momentarily and once her breathing returned to normal, he moved to the other breast. At the same time, he was pulling on her shorts and panties. They slid off with ease. 

Her panties were so wet. He knew she was ready for him. He used his thumb and forefinger to separate her lips and took a deep breath. Her smell was intoxicating. And she was already so wet. He gently kissed her swollen clit, and she gasped. She had been dreaming about this for a long time. And here she was. The man of her dreams was making love to her. 

He used his tongue skillfully around her clit, and gently slid a finger in the wetness. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. It wouldn't be long before she would enjoy the sweet release of her orgasm. His tongue played with her clit, he added another finger, adding to her pleasure. He slid them in and out, and wiggled them around bringing her so close to the brink. He paused briefly to tease her, and she let out a whimper. "Please don't stop."

He wiggled his fingers a bit more, and added a flick of his tongue, and her back arched, and she let out loud moans as her body bucked wildly with pleasure. It was almost more than he could take. He wanted to fill her up, and feel all of that delicious wetness. As soon as her body relaxed and she took a deep breath, he removed the rest of his clothing, revealing all of his beautiful body.

She wanted to feel him in her. He knew she wanted it too, and knelt between her legs enjoying the view. Never had a woman looked more beautiful. He drank it all in and then looked into her eyes. She was begging to feel him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Gently, he guided his cock into the wetness, but stopped. They looked at each other and just breathed for a moment. Then, inch by inch he entered her. She was more than willing to accept all of him at once, but let him take the lead. Soon, he was all the way in. It filled her up. It wasn't too big either. They were a perfect fit. 

She couldn't wait any more, she rocked her hips up to him, and he began a slow rhythmic pace. She wanted more, and she met him stroke for stroke. He quickened the pace. She knew she was about to experience another sweet release. At once, they were experiencing wave after wave of ecstasy. 

Exhausted, they wrapped their arms around each other, and just looked at each other. A feeling on contentment enveloped them both and they drifted off to sleep.

She was the first to wake. She gazed at the man lying next to her. She breathed in his scent and sighed a contented sigh. He was sound asleep. At first, she was considering letting him sleep. They could sleep later. Right now, she wanted to feel like a woman.

She started by kissing his neck. She started behind his ear, kissing to the nape of his neck. He stirred a bit, and half smile on his face. She found his lips and grazed them lightly with hers. She licked his top lip, and lightly sucked on his bottom lip. He was half-awake now, and gently kissed her back. It took her breath away and her heart skipped a beat.

She kissed his nose and then his chin, while her hands rubbed his chest gently. She quickly moved down to his cock. Her hands gently held it as she teased the tip with a graze of her lips. He shifted and moaned as the electricity from her lips shot through him. Again, she teased the tip with her tongue swirling around. Then she took it all into her mouth. She worked it in and out, tightening her lips and tongue each time she reached the tip. He was moaning and writhing as she sucked his cock. 

He pulled her to him and began to kiss her. She ached to feel his tongue or his cock in her. He sensed this, and began to rub her swollen clit. She arched her back and moaned approval. He kissed her breast. All around the areola, and finally took her hard nipple into his mouth. She wasn't sure if she could stand all of this stimulation. She tried to squirm away, but he wasn't having any of that. He slid two fingers into her dripping wetness, and cried out, "Oh!" Her breathing was quickening, and they both knew she was about to have an orgasm. He wiggled his fingers deep inside her. She clenched down hard on his fingers and she let out a loud moan as she felt wave after wave of indescribable pleasure course through her body. 

He lay there looking at her beautiful face enjoying the amount of pleasure he was able to invoke on her. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure, so she rolled him over and straddled him. Very slowly, she slid down on his rock hard cock. When it was buried deep within her she started rocking slowly. Very slowly. She loved the feeling of him filling her up. 

He reached up and grabbed her breasts. Gently, he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she quickened her pace. Oh my god, she loved feeling him in her! She slowed again, and almost came to a stop, as she wanted this to go on for a while. She looked into his eyes, which seemed to be pleading with her to keep going. She began rocking again, Slowly at first, but then picked up the pace. She was so close. He was so close. The walls of her pussy started clenching down hard on his cock, and she felt her orgasm rip through her. It was more than he could take and he shot a big load deep inside her. It was the most intense feeling either had felt. He fell down beside her and wrapped her in his arms. This is where he always wanted to be.



First Meeting



Michaela had just started at a new company where Anthony worked in a remote office. Anthony needed Michaela to make some arrangements for him and being outgoing people they chatted bit via e-mail and IM and they struck up a kind of mutual friendship. Soon it came time for Anthony to visit the headquarters where Michaela worked. On his first day in the office he went by to Michaela's desk to say hi. He'd seen photos but nothing they didn't do justice to her brilliant smile, and eyes twinkling with mischief. In the picture he had seen she had been wearing a big ol' sweater but today she was wearing an outfit that trod the line between acceptability and provocativeness. It was clear that her sweater had been covering up more than was obvious from the photo. She was somewhat shorter than him and sat down at her desk as she was he could see enough to cause a physical reaction. She looked at him with a mischievous grin all too aware of what he was thinking. "Hi Anthony" she said. "Good to meet you at last". 

Anthony wasn't sure but he swore he saw her run her tongue along her top lip - just briefly - distracting him further. "Hi Michaela." he replied. " Good to see you to."

She stood up and leaned in towards him putting her hand on his shoulder so that he would lean down. His eyes unable to pull away. "Play you cards right and you might see more of me." she whispered in husky tones. For a moment he thought he felt her other hand brush against the growing swelling in his trousers. She moved back and added nonchalantly "A group of us are going down town for a few drinks and a good laugh tonight. You could join us.....if you want."

"Yeah. That would...er...be great. Looking forward to it." he said.

"Great." said Micheala. I'll send you the details.

Anthony spent the rest of the day in meetings. He saw Michaela pass by outside the meeting room now and then. His attention drawn by her clearly audible laugh and retained by the way her chest moved as she walked. At one point she bent over to pick up a dropped file right in his eyeline and he lost all concentration. At lunch she escorted the catering boy in with the food. It seemed to Anthony that she flirted with him quite pointedly; flicking her hair more than was strictly necessary. As she left she looked over her shoulder and caught him admiring her backside. He could have sworn she raised her eyebrows at him - just a touch - and then winked before she closed the door. The thought of what might happen that night made him very glad that he was sitting under a table. He was sure the bulge in his trousers would be very visible.

At the end of the meetings Anthony came out into the office to find that Micahela had already gone. He checked his iPad and found a message from her telling him where to meet. He went back to his hotel and showered. Lost in reverie for a while, imagining that he was not alone. That he was gently moving his hands over someone else back, moving them round, feeling the weight of her breasts, her nipples erect and proud, her hand around his swollen cock, his hands at her shaven pussy, warm, wet and inviting......a beep from his phone woke him from his dream. A text message. He finished showering and checked his phone dripping water on the carpet from his still naked body. It was from Michaela. "Hope you are ready" it said.

Anthony checked his watch and he still had time. He changed and walked out of the hotel, deciding to enjoy the air on the way to the bar. As he arrived he saw Michaela standing outside. Her outfit had given up any nod to office acceptability and gone for pure provacativeness. Not slutty, but definitely very arousing. They beamed big smiles at each other as he approached. Instead of going inside, she took him by the hand to the side of the bar, to an alley, dim but not completely dark. When she turned to face him and looked up he did not wait for her to speak. He took her head in his hands and kissed her, deeply and passionately. Their lips parted and their tongues danced around each other quickly then slowly probing and teasing. Instinctively Anthony's hand went to Michaela's backside. Her skirt was thin and he could almost feel her soft skin. He couldn't feel any underwear on her at all. Maybe she was wearing a small g-string or maybe nothing. The thought made his cock stir. She must have noticed because he hand went straight down his trousers to check it out. It stiffened completely at her touch, gentle but firm. "Mmmmmmmm" she said through the kissing before stopping. They pulled back and Michelle smiled at Andy. "I'll see him later" she said. "We'd better go in." intentionally forgetting to mention the lipstick on Andy's face.

Her eyes over her shoulder, she coquettishly bit her lip and turned on her blue suede heel. Trailing at an appropriate distance, Anthony follows Michaela through the doors into the bar, feigning innocence and struggling to control the growing arousal. Her brown skirt tight, and her hair flowing down her back, Michaela flicks a strand over her shoulder and greets the group with a ready smile and crimson lips slightly muted after her encounter in the dim alley. Wishing she was wearing underwear to stem the flow of her juices, she's warm and ready under her skirt. She sits at one end of the table, very deliberately leaving the last seat empty next to hers. Anthony, wondering how he'll get through the myriad of social obligations, and wishing he could just suggest an early evening, casually offering to buy the first round, knowing he needs that very first beer. The conversation, as all conversation does with the addition of alcohol, begins innocently, and evolves into bawdy jokes and pointed looks around the table. Just as he is starting to relax and accept the course the evening is taking, he jumps. A nail from Michaela's hand is slowly tracing it's way, hidden, up the inside of his thigh. While everyone else is lost in conversation, Michaela looks up from beneath her lashes and bites her lip in subtle temptation. Anthony, slowly losing control of his thoughts, plays up in kind. He grabs her hand and gently squeezes the base of the nail on her thumb, knowing the shivers it sends through Michaela's body, between her legs.

Their conversations on the internet had given him some secret knowledge of how to make her completely unwind. He decides to order her a new drink - one guaranteed to let her completely relax and increase the growing sexual tension that is evident to only the two of them. The tequila tastes surprisingly sweet, as a contrast to the taste of salt he neatly licked off the inside of her wrist, wishing he could lick it off her smooth, soft chest, which was releasing the tantilizing smell of vanilla. Noticing her eyes softening, she excuses herself to go outside - the friend she has brought, a heavy smoker, needs a break and Michaela makes the excuse that she always has a drag when drinking. Anthony offers his companionship with the two ladies, following them outside, and in the dim light of the bar, runs a finger through her hair, down to the small of her back and whispers very quietly, "I want to fuck you." Michaela gasps slightly in reaction, from the sheer need to feel his skin under her hands. She reaches back and strokes him in a way that no one sees, but Anthony could certainly feel. After keeping them company, Michaela's friend slips in the other door to use the washroom, knowing full well she's given both Anthony and Michaela several minutes to continue where they left off. The heady feeling of arousal is consuming them. Michaela pushes Anthony up against the rough wall outside, whispering in his ear, and running her tongue slowly up his neck, which considerably speeds up the physical reaction he is experiencing, his cock rising rapidly and eagerly in his pants. "You have issued a challenge," she continues slowly, moving her head away several inches so he can see the lust in her green eyes, "and I never back down. I warned you not to ask for it, but you asked for it." Anthony, aching and Michaela likewise, waits in anticipation, knowing he got himself into this trouble knowing full well it's consequences. She takes his index finger slowly in her hands, her eyes never leaving his gaze for a second. His eyes are hooded with lust, and she slowly puts the finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly, and twirling her tongue expertly around the digit, building the moment and giving Anthony something to think about. All propriety lost, his hands ride the sides of her breasts and he forces her mouth open with his tongue, kissing her agressively. He knows the tongue that just danced on his finger will be even more talented at the end of his throbbing cock.

Meandering their way inside, they meet up with Michaela's friend. She knows her ruse and is happy to oblige. Given different circumstances, she would have readily joined them - or taken her place. After a few more drinks, the group reluctantly decides to call it an evening. Michaela and her friend ask Anthony to remain behind to make sure that he can see them off okay. Shortly after the men part company, Michaela's friend also leaves, after they embrace and thank each other for a lovely evening. Left alone at last and to their own devices, Michaela is suddenly playful and suggestive. With no prying eyes, she leans in, presses her aching body against his, and kisses him thoroughly. She simply says in his ear, "I need you....now....my tongue needs you, my mouth needs to suck on you and taste you. I want you. Now". The building tension all night, coupled with alcohol and the realization that they are finally all alone has had their effect on Anthony. Without a second thought, and no discussion, they walk back to his hotel. Knowing, the challenge is about to be faced - and that they might have finally met their match, and happy to do so. Michaela wastes no time as they cross through the door. Accosting him, she pushes him against the wall again, tongue in his mouth, hands under his shirt and riding his waist.

Having waited so long, Michaela can control her hands no more. She tugs at Anthony's belt, unfastening it and undoing his trousers easily. Her hands dive into his underpants eagerly taking hold of his cock, enjoying the sensation of it's hardness on her fingers. Before Anthony can react Michaela is on her knees and she has pulled his trousers and underpants well clear of her target. She kisses the end of his cock gently and teases it with the tip of her tongue. Anthony leans back against the wall, letting the pleasure wash over him. Michaela's tongue circles round and round, teasing him. One moment on his shaft, then at the base, then at the tip. He feels her hot breath on him and occasionally the brush of her against his exposed thigh. Her mouth closes round him, moist warm and inviting. Then she pulls back examining with pleasure the red ring her lips have left. As Michaela sets her tongue back to work on Anthony's now glistening manhood she runs the fingernails of one hand gently down his inner thigh where she knows he is sensitive to her touch. Her other hand reaches up and she runs her fingers down his back where he is, if anything more sensitive to her light touch. He arches his back in response to the delicate tingling and combined with Michaela's reach upwards this takes him deeper into her mouth.

This seems to kick Michaela into a new gear. Her tongue working round and round Anthony's rock hard penis like it had a life of its own. Her mouth bathing it in juices as she slowly works my way up and down his shaft, with just the right amount of pressure to keep him on the edge of orgasm. The whole time her eyes are locked on his. He can feel the gaze of her almost hypnotic green eyes. Without her mouth and tongue pausing for a second Michaela uses her hands to undo her blouse, slowly and seductively, knowing that Anthony is watching every move. Free from the blouse she then unclasps her bra tosses it to one side. Still keeping Anthony on the edge with her darting tongue she takes one breast in each hand and starts to gently caress them, enjoying the effect this addition is having on Anthony. His breathing is short and fast and he is making throaty noises of pleasure, his eyes glued to her shapely form. She pinches each of nipples between thumb and finger send a shiver down her spine and making her already moist pussy even wetter. Feeling that the end is near (for this round at least) she decides to play her last card. Releasing her breasts with a pleasing bounce she undoes her skirt and reveals that not only is she wearing no underwear but her pussy is completely shaven.

She puts two fingers deep into herself, enjoying the feeling of how hot and wet and how tight she is. As she start to massage her clit, her mouth and tongue go into overdrive. All brakes off, foot to the floor she works Anthony's cock in a way she knows he cannot hold back against. After less than a minute she feels the hot salty flow of Anthony's cum in her mouth and savours every drop. Once he has finished she licks his shaft clean, making sure that she swallows every last drop. Anthony can barely stand up and is almost holding onto the wall to remain upright. She stands up staying close to him and letting his slickened cock slide between her soft smooth breasts as she rises, making sure he can feel her nipples against his skin all the way; all the time holding his eyes in her gaze. She smiles a deep warm smile and they share a long and passionate kiss that seems to last an age. Michelle feels a Anthony starting to stiffen against her leg. "I could do that again." She says. " Or maybe......"

....or maybe it's time to switch things up?"

She smiles innocently and slowly rises, still wearing her high heels and nothing else. Anthony groans as she presses her body against him, slowly taking him in her hand. He fights her for the control, grasping her wrists in one hand, pushing her towards the bed, cock now throbbing for a second round, wanting to feel her hot, wet pussy gripping it like a vise. All vestiges of control have vanished as Michaela allows herself to be pushed to the bed in a torrent of passion. Wanting to repay her in kind, Anthony kisses his way from her ankles up to the inside of her thighs, gently nipping and teasing the aching flesh, while Michaela writhes and gasps in anticipation. Slowly and surely, ever aware of the effects he is having on her, he feels her becoming wetter beneath his tongue, working his way around the swollen lips towards their center. Purring in pleasure, she arches her back and feels the orgasm slowly build. Not wanting her to seek satisfaction so quickly, Anthony pulls back, nipping at her hips, his own arousal growing stronger and harder to control, looks her in the eyes and deliberately enters her with his fingers, feeling her throbbing and hot against him. Not to be outdone, she sits up slightly, takes his still sopping fingers in her hands and slowly puts them in her mouth, licking off the juices and nibbling Anthony's fingers as his cock stirs even more. Adamant that he must have her soon, he returns to abuse her with his tongue, fingers working their way against the elusive G-spot, until she groans and cries out in a release, tightening against his hand with satisfaction.

Michaela's eyes, hooded with pleasure, look up at him and she says huskily, "I want you to fuck me...right now." Not needing any further invitation, Anthony pushes her legs up and enters her savagely, with long, hard deep strokes, still feeling her contract from the ebbing orgasm, and having a hard time maintaining his ryhthm, lest he come again so soon. He has other plans....slowing, she looks up at him, confused at his slowed pace, but he simply smiles and says after a long deep kiss - "turn over". Eager to please, and acquiescent in the bargain, she easily swings her leg up and over his head and neatly flips onto her knees. Anthony is slightly surprised to finally notice her tattoo - something discussed but not at much length. Feminine, large and - Anthony chuckles to himself - discreetly placed so not to be a typical tattoo in the middle of the back. He has been looking forward to this - he feels how deep his cock is inside of her and he reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her long chocolate locks. He feels primal, and can feel himself getting close for the second time.

Michaela can sense it also. She opts to take control back again, swinging around and pushing Anthony down on the bed. She takes his cock in her mouth and begins applying her craft to his organ, tongue expertly swirling around while sucking on him firmly and surely. Just as he brought her to the edge and back, she is no stranger to the finer art of seduction and power-play. Knowing he can't wait any longer, she bites her lip and with the skill of only a horseback rider, mounts him, settling him inside her with her head thrown back, hair curling slightly with sweat. Anthony is unprepared for her ability to control her hips with subtle movements, lazy figure eights, and hard, practiced thrusts. Pulling her down, he kisses her - this is no soft kiss. It is specifically meant to tell Michaela that the games are over. "Fuck me hard. And tell me how much you want it." Michaela's lips curve slowly in a smile of satisfaction, and complies. She tells him how much she has been looking forward to the games she knew they'd play and how much she wants him to come for him. In one last thrust, he empties himself inside of her, teeth gritted and eyes closed in pure pleasure.

Sated and exhausted, they slowly drift off to sleep for a peaceful night...Anthony starts dreaming about the witchcraft that is Michaela's tongue, and it's all too real. He wakes up with a start, realizing her mouth is exactly where he wanted it....................



First Meeting



As I walked into the bar and looked around, I didn't see him. Glancing at my watch, I realized that I was a little early, so I walked over to the end of the bar and sat down, making sure I was in a good vantage point to see him when he arrived (but far enough away from the main crowd so we could have some privacy). Signaling the bartender, I ordered a SoCo Lime and looked toward the door. Sensing just how nervous I was, I started focusing on calming myself down. So I was very glad when my drink arrived, and as I started sipping it, I began to immediately feel it take the edge off my anxiety.

Sitting there, I started thinking about how I had met this man named Ted on the internet. For over a month, we had exchanged emails. Then a few days ago, we had talked on the phone, and when I heard his very deep, sexy voice, I became very intrigued. Small talk quickly drifted into a more erotic exchange, and before long, I found myself playing with my pussy as we talked. Not surprisingly, he said he noticed a change in my voice and asked if I was playing with myself. When I said yes, he told me he was stroking his cock, and that he couldn't wait to stick his hard, stiff cock inside my pussy.

Titillated by the thought of him stroking his cock, I told him that I wanted to suck on his cock, sticking it deep down inside her throat, and then stroke his cock while I looked into his eyes, seeing how much he was enjoying it. I asked him if he is vocal when a woman is giving him head, and he said yes, that he really gets into it when he's enjoying it. I told him that I knew he would enjoy getting head from me, that I have been told numerous times that I am very good at it. He replied by saying, "Well, I'll be the judge of that." Oh yes, I thought at the time, I definitely want to take on that challenge. 

I went on by saying that after that, I wanted him to fuck me, deep, long and hard. So of course, before long we were having full-blown phone sex during which I came three times, each one more intense than before. Without a doubt, that was the best phone sex I had ever had. We were both very vocal, and very uninhibited, and I was practically screaming by the time I reached my third orgasm. He asked if I was always multi-orgasmic, and I said yes, that when I'm really turned on, I can cum over and over again. He seemed very pleased to hear that. And now sitting at the bar, I was becoming very wet, hot and bothered just thinking about all that.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see him standing there. A little embarrassed, I looked at him and said, "Oh my, how long have you been standing there?" with slight puzzlement in my voice.

Smiling, he replied, "Long enough to know that you were in very deep thought." Knowing that was true, I confessed that I had been thinking about him, wondering if the picture he had sent me was current and not taken 15 years ago like the last guy I met. Laughing, he asked if it was really that old, to which I replied yes, it was, and that it really amazes me how deceptive some people are on dating websites.

Then, as he sat down next to me, he said in a very low, sexy voice, "So am I doing okay so far?"

Practically melting at the sound of his voice, I replied, "Very good... oh yes, very good, Ted."

And with that, he whispered seductively in my ear, "Well, Diane, I was hoping you were thinking about that amazing phone sex we had a couple of nights ago," to which he added, "I've been thinking about it a lot... it was very hot."

Looking at him, our eyes met, and I just winked while taking another sip of my Cosmo. Realizing I was being coy, he winked back at me. And then he turned, waved to the bartender, and said he'd have a Long Island Iced Tea. As the bartender turned to make his drink, he put his hand on my leg and started rubbing it lightly. With each rub, each touch of his hand, I could feel myself becoming more turned on, and very wet.

Just then, the bartender brought his drink, and he started to sip it, all the while looking at me very sensually in the eyes.

"You are very pretty, even prettier in person than I expected," he said as he began rubbing my leg again, "And very sexy, too."

"Why, thank you, that's very nice of you to say," I replied, having a hard time hiding my arousal as his hand moved further up my leg.

"I wasn't trying to be nice, just honest," he said in a sincere tone.

At that point, I was finding it difficult not to simply start undressing. "Oh my," I said, "you rubbing my leg is really having an effect on me."

Looking at me very seductively, he said, "Oh good, I was hoping so."

I closed my eyes and drank in the erotic, sensual feelings I was experiencing, and then said, "You better watch out or I'll take my clothes off right here and now."

He laughed and then said, "Hmmm, I think we need to get you another drink, and then maybe you really will."

Turning to the bartender, he said, "Another round for the lady and me, please."

Laughing a little, I said, "Between the one drink and you rubbing my leg, I'm already yours if you want me."

"Oh yes," he replied sensually, "I want you, and I've wanted you for the moment we first exchanged messages," as his hand moved even higher.

Feeling way beyond aroused now, I thought to myself, "Well, Ted, I'm definitely yours for the taking."

As his hand continued to rub my leg, he said, "When I heard your voice on the phone, I knew I had to have you, especially after that hot phone sex," completing the thought he had begun as his hand reached my wet, hot pussy. Pushing my panties aside, he touched my pussy and started rubbing it, at first lightly and then a little harder. As his eyes grew larger, it was obvious he was getting very turned on by how wet I was since at that point, my wetness was practically dripping on the bar stool.

When our drinks arrived, I grabbed mine quickly to take a big swig, realizing I needed more liquid courage as he continued to rub my leg.

Between sips, I looked at him and said, "I told you I'm wet and wild."

"Well, that's an understatement," he said, continuing by saying, "Why don't we move to that booth in the corner?" as he pointed toward a very secluded table in a dark corner of the bar.

"That's a good idea," I replied, slipping off the bar stool, and then saying, "I'll meet you over there, baby."

"Okay, beautiful, I'll pay our tab and be right there, " he said in response.

As I walked toward the booth, I thought about how amazing this was, how sexy he was, and how turned on I was becoming. When I reached the booth, I slid across and sat by the wall, wanting to leave room for him to sit next to me. Yearning to feel his cock through his pants, I wanted him sitting next to me and not across from me. Luckily, the tables had white tablecloths on them so we could hide what I was planning, and obviously what he had in mind, too. Then, as I looked up, I saw him walking toward the booth, holding 2 more drinks. When he reached the booth, I said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

He laughed and then said, "Just don't want you to chicken out on what we started at the bar."

"Little chance of that," I replied as he sat down next to me. 

Before I could say another word, he started rubbing my leg again, his hand moving up and down my thigh, teasing me by coming ever so close to my pussy and then going back down my thigh. The chemistry between us was very obvious, but I longed to have him kiss me because that would be the true test. I mean, if a man isn't a good kisser, forget it. Period.

Then, as he was rubbing my thigh and teasing me with the near misses, he touched my pussy with his fingers and started rubbing it again, sending incredible shivers throughout my body. I moaned and then closed my eyes, lost in the moment. With my eyes still closed, I reached out, touched his leg, and enjoyed hearing him gasp lightly as I started rubbing his thigh. Opening my eyes, I looked at him, and as our eyes met, I ran my hand up his thigh and touched his cock through his pants, and then started rubbing it. It was very hard, which made me very happy. An affirmation of how turned on we both were. Me wet, him hard. Two very good things, and a great combination.

Continuing to rub his cock through his pants, I could also tell that it was very big, which also elated me since I had needed a big, hard cock in my pussy for quite a while now. And as he continued to play with my pussy, I came closer and closer to cumming right there in the bar. We were both obviously getting extremely turned on. Closing my eyes, I sat there, taking in every ounce of the sensuality I was feeling as he continued to rub my pussy. Then, with a thrust, he pushed two of his fingers into my waiting pussy.

As I gasped and moaned, he leaned over and asked, "So how does that feel, Diane? Do you like my fingers in your pussy?"

"Oh God, yes," I replied breathlessly, as I continued to moan, trying not to be too loud but having a very hard time not screaming out.

And then, as he pushed his two fingers in further, and then added a third, I could feel myself getting very closer to an orgasm. And then as I gasped and moaned, I looked at him in the eyes and whispered, "Oh God, I'm going to cum, Ted. Can you feel my pussy starting to cum?"

"Wow... yes, Diane, your vagina is contracting around my fingers, and it feels so good," he replied, sounding extremely turned on as I began to cum right there in the booth.

And then, with an incredibly sensual rush, I started cumming, and as I gasped, I whispered, "I'm cumming, Ted... oh God, I'm cumming right here," having a very hard time staying quiet as I gasped and moaned as quietly as I could. Feeling an incredible wave of amazingly sensual feelings crash over me, I closed my eyes as I began cumming... and cumming... and cumming...

Finally, I gathered my thoughts and said, "Why don't we go to my place now, where we can have more privacy," knowing I was going way out on a limb.

"Wow, really?" he replied in a surprised tone, "I'd love to go to your place." Getting up, he put out his hand to help me out of the booth. Then, without saying a word, he put his arm around me as we walked silently through the bar and to his car, which was parked in a remote corner of the parking lot.

When we got to his car, he stopped, took me in his arms, and starting kissing me. Deep, passionate kisses that made me melt and even more wet. As he continued to kiss me and the sparks continued to fly, he held me tightly. I could feel his stiff cock against me, which made me want him even more. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to fuck me.

Then he turned to open the car door for me, and I sat down inside. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. When he sat down, he reached over and started kissing me again, running his hand up and down my thigh, rubbing my dripping pussy, sticking his fingers deep inside me again.

"Oh Diane, I want you so much, he said, and then added, "I want to fuck you deep and hard," sounding very sensual but also somewhat anxious.

"Well, let's go to my place then, and you can fuck me just as long, deep and hard as you want," I replied, feeling so incredibly turned on that my tits felt like they were going to burst.

"OK, let's go now then," Ted said, "...just tell me the way."

"Just go out the driveway and go north to Fremont Street," I began. "And then turn right and keep going for a couple miles toward the mountains."

And with that, Ted started the car and began to follow my directions. When we reached Fremont, he turned right toward the mountains, but after we had gone about a mile or so, he suddenly pulled off the road into a secluded area.

Looking over at me, Ted said he couldn't wait any longer, that he needed another preview. He leaned over and began kissing me again, and then put his hand up my blouse, undid my bra, and started massaging my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples.

"Wow, your nipples are very hard and erect, baby," he said as he pinched them some more.

Then, as he pushed me down a little, he started licking my nipples, swirling his tongue around them, licking them, nibbling on them, and then drawing them into his mouth.

"Oh my God," I said, almost panting, reveling in how good it felt for him to suck on my tits... and then I said breathlessly, "That feels so good, baby, please don't stop."

"Gladly," Ted replied, as he began sucking and licking on my tits some more. Holding both of my tits in his hands, he alternated between them. The more he licked and sucked on my tits, the more turned on I became until I began gasping loudly and called out, "Oh Ted, you're going to make me cum again. I'm going to cum again."

"That's what I have in mind," he said, in an incredibly sexy voice, as he started rubbing my leg again and then starting pushing his fingers in and out of my pussy as he continued to suck on my nipples.

"Oh Ted, I'm going to cum," I called out, trying not to scream. And then, feeling amazingly erotic sensations wash over me, I gasped, "Oh God, I'm going to cum." And then, as I began to feel an incredible orgasm wash over me, I called out, "Oh yes, I'm cumming," getting louder and louder, no longer able to be quiet.

"Oh yes, Diane, that's it," he urged me on, "cum for me... cum for me again," as he continued to finger-fuck me, pushing his fingers in and out of my hot, wet, dripping pussy, more and more furiously.

"Oh my word, Ted, that's it," I shouted, "yes, that's it, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," this time even more loudly.

Then as I gasped even louder, feeling very strong erotic sensations flow over me as I shouted out, "I'm cumming, baby... I'm cumming, " practically gasping for air.

"Oh yes, Diane, cum for me... cum for me, just like that," he urged me on as I came right there, writhing in pleasure there in his arms... in his car... feeling like I was floating. Then as my orgasm started to subside, I felt the urge to touch his cock and wanted so much to give him head. Before I knew it, my hand was reaching out to unzip his pants, revealing his very hard, erect cock.

Looking at his cock, I said, "Wow, baby, your cock is amazing," playing with it, gazing at it without looking at him, almost mesmerized by the sight of his erection.

Still under his spell, I said, "Do you want me to suck cock here?," already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from his lips.

"Oh yes, Diane," he said, "please give me head. My cock needs to be in your mouth."

And with that, I leaned down and started licking the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had formed there. Continuing to lick the tip of his dick, I started stroking the shaft of his penis lightly, up and down, up and down, and then a little harder and more forceful. Then as I grabbed his balls, massaging them with my hand, I took the entire length of his cock in my mouth, sticking it as far down my throat as I could. Hearing him gasp and moan, I became even more turned on, feeling so incredibly horny and wanting him so much to fuck me. Sucking his cock as I pulled up with my mouth, I started stroking his cock again and looked at him in the eyes as I licked the tip of his cock again. His eyes were glossed over, and it was obvious he was very close to cumming, so I pushed down again with my mouth, taking his hard, stiff cock into my throat again as I sucked on it forcefully.

Moving my head up and down, up and down on his cock, then hearing him moan and groan, saying, "Oh Diane, I'm going to cum," made me even more turned on. And then when he jerked slightly and with a loud groan, he started cumming in my mouth. Feeling his warm cum shoot into my mouth, I kept sucking on his cock gently, enjoying hearing him moan as he continued shooting his cum into my mouth.

"Wow, Diane," he said with an amazed tone in his voice, "you're very good at that."

I looked at him, making sure he saw me as I swallowed his cum and then lick my lips.

Looking at me with wonderment in his eyes, he said, "Wow, you swallowed my cum."

"Yes, did you like that?" I replied, again knowing the answer.

"Well, yeah," Ted replied. "It's been a very long time since a woman swallowed my cum, and it was amazing."

Still looking at me, he then said, "You have such an amazing mouth, and lips, and tits, and nipples. And your pussy is incredible, so hot and wet."

Taking it all in, I smiled and said, "Thank you, Ted, I've enjoyed every minute of all this."

Then, taking my hand in his, he asked, "Can we still go to your place?" to which I immediately replied, "Oh yes, let's do that."

Turning to start his car, he backed up and then headed back toward the road. Then he turned and started driving up the street, toward my place again. After we had gone another mile or so, I gave him the last directions to my place, and before very long, we were there.

"Here we are," I announced, as he stopped the car, got out, walked around to my side of the car and opened my door for me.

"Ah, a true gentleman," I said with awe in my voice. "Thank you very much. Not many men open car doors for women these days, you know."

He laughed and then said, "Well, I like treating a lady like a lady," and then looking at me, he winked and added, "in and out of the bedroom."

Smiling coyly, I replied, "Well, you're doing very well with being a gentlemen," then pausing slightly, and continuing by saying, "but it seems there's enough bad boy in you to make things interesting," in a naughty tone.

"Ah, you like bad boys, do you?" he replied, obviously intrigued.

"No, actually, what I like is a gentleman with a little wild streak in him," I said, taunting him just a little.

"Well, why don't we go inside and I'll show you my wild side," he replied, "because I definitely have one, and I think you do, too."

Giggling slightly, I said, "Yes, I do, and if you do, that's great," becoming more and more intrigued.

Turning, we walked side-by-side to the front door of my apartment. As I unlocked the front door and we both walked in, he immediately took me in his arms and started kissing me again, even more passionately than before. His kisses were practically intoxicating, making me feel euphoric as our tongues started dancing together.

As we continued to kiss, I started feeling very intense feelings flowing over me, totally removing me from time and space as though we had been transported to our own universe. His hands, which had been around my back, pulling me toward him, began running up and down my back, stopping at my ass as he began rubbing and squeezing me. Then reaching down, he pulled my skirt up and started running his hands up and down my ass and legs. It felt so good, and I was getting so incredibly turned on that I could hardly stand it.

Guiding me over to the couch, where I sat down, he knelt in front of me, pulled my panties down and then as he removed them, he put his head between my legs and started licking my pussy wildly. As I gasped and moaned, he put his tongue in my pussy, swirling it around and then drawing it out as he flicked my clit with his tongue several times. Sticking his tongue back in my pussy, he started probing my cunt with his tongue over and over again as amazing sensations flowed over me, making me crazy with passion.

"Wow, Ted," I said breathlessly, "that feels so good. You're very good with your tongue."

He just looked at me in the eyes and kept probing my cunt with his tongue, flicking my clit and driving me to the brink of an orgasm. Then reaching up, he pulled off my blouse and grabbed my breasts with both hands, and running his tongue from my pussy up my abdomen to my chest, he started licking my tits, taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth and sucking on them. Holding one breast in his hand as he continued to suck on my nipples, he took his other hand and started playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit and sticking his fingers in and out of my cunt, which was so wet at this point that it was squishing with moisture as he finger-fucked me.




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"Oh Ted," I called out, "that feels amazing. Yes, that's it, stick your tongue in my pussy. Oh my, that feels so good." God, I thought, I'm going to cum again. And all I could think about was how I wanted to feel his hard, stiff cock inside me. Now.

"Oh God, you're so good at that," I said breathlessly, "but I want you to fuck me now. I want you to fuck me with your stiff, hard cock, just as deep and hard as you can."

And with that, I stood up, took him by the hand and led him into my bedroom, where I immediately began removing what remaining pieces of clothing I had on as he watched me with an intense stare. When I sat down on my bed and motioned for him to join me, he walked toward me as he started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, still looking at me intently. Then taking out his cock, he started stroking it as pre-cum seeped out of its head. Seeing this amazing sight, I couldn't help but reach out and grab his cock, pulling it and him toward me. As he stood there, I started licking and sucking on his hard, stiff cock, sticking it way down in my throat. Looking at him, I watched as his eyes became glazed over, opening and closing as he started gasping and moaning, obviously enjoying what was happening.

Stroking his hard cock with one hand, I held his balls with the other hand as I started licking his balls, taking each one into my mouth and sucking on them, first individually and then together. Hearing him moan and tell me how good it felt made me even more turned on. Then, as I took his cock into my mouth again and stuck it way down in my throat, I began rubbing his balls with one hand and playing with myself with the other. I was so wet now, and as I pushed my fingers in and out of my hot pussy, it made gushing noises. As I continued playing with myself and stroking his cock at the same time, I looked up at him and watched his face as I stroked his cock wildly, and then licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum.

After a few more seconds, he said, almost breathlessly, "Let me take off my pants and get on the bed with you."

Pulling away, I watched as he took off his pants and briefs. As he stood there, completely naked, I looked intently again at his penis, so hard and erect, and turning me on so much. Then gazing at him, I smiled and motioned to him to join me in bed. As he got on the bed and laid down, I began sucking on his cock again, placing myself so that my pussy was in line with his mouth. As I stuck his cock down deep in my throat, I felt him start playing with my pussy, first gently rubbing my clit and then putting a finger in my cunt.

Gasping, I paused and said, "Oh my God, that feels so good," reveling in the amazing erotic sensations that were surging through my body as they increased and intensified with each moment of his hand. And with each lick, each probe of his tongue into my cunt, my voice became louder and louder as I felt more and more turned on. I kept sucking on his cock, pushing it deeper into my throat as I savored the way this new man was making me feel. Watching the intensity with which he was sucking on my pussy was such an incredible turn-on. I could feel myself starting to cum, and as my eyes started to roll back in my head, I began to yell out, "Oh God, I'm cumming... I'm cumming."

Then as my orgasm started to reach its peak, I got on my hands and knees and got on top of him. Sitting upright and positioning myself so that my pussy was in line with his cock, I lowered myself onto his hard penis, gasping as I felt it slide inside of me. As I began to gyrate on top of him, I called out saying, "Oh, baby, that feels so good. Does it feel good to have your cock inside my wet, hot pussy?"

Looking at me intently, he replied excitedly, "Oh yes, it feels amazing, just incredible," as I squeezed my cunt around his penis, raising and lowering myself over and over again. Then leaning forward, I dangled my tits in his face and said, "Suck on my nipples while I ride your hard cock." And, of course, he obliged, immediately grabbing my tits and beginning to suck and lick on my tits and nipples, sending electrifying charges throughout my body.

"Oh yes, that's it, suck on my nipples," I said, moaning and groaning with every movement he made. Gyrating there on top of him, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. And then I started to cum again in a flood of pleasure so intense that I could barely breathe as I felt a wave of carnal sensations crashing over me.

"Wow, you're multi-orgasmic," Tim observed in a very awed tone.

"Yes, I can cum over and over again," I replied, and then added, "with the right person."

As I continued to cum, he held me in his arms and flipped me over, and kneeling over me, he started stroking his cock wildly. Watching him do this as he towered over me, I started squeezing my nipples, pinching and pulling on them.

"Oh yeah, squeeze your nipples just like that... you are so sexy," he called out as he continued stroking his cock. As he leaned forward, he pushed his cock inside my wet pussy - and then he pulled it out, waited a second, and then pushed it back in hard and deeper.

"How does that feel, baby? Does it feel good?" he asked as he thrust his cock inside me again.

As I gasped and moaned, I managed to say, "Please don't stop. That feels so good," as I grabbed his ass and squeezed it as he thrust his cock inside me again and then starting pumping me hard and deep. Watching his face and looking in his eyes as he pumped me over and over again, I saw his eyes close and then open wide as he called out, "Oh God, I'm cumming." Then as Ted moaned and groaned loudly, he started shooting his cum inside me.

As I felt his cock explode inside me, I started to cum again, feeling his cock pulsating and throbbing inside my wet, hot cunt. As my orgasm started to build, I screamed out loudly, "Oh Ted, I'm cumming again," as I felt my pussy begin to contract again, sending waves of amazing sensations sweeping over me. 

"You just keep cumming and cumming, don't you?" Ted said, watching me as my orgasm flowed over me. And then, as my orgasm began to subside, I collapsed in his arms, and we both laid there, exhausted and sexually satisfied.

I laid there in Ted's arms for quite a while before he finally said, "Wow, Diane, that was amazing. I wasn't expecting all this tonight."

Laughing lightly, I replied, "Oh, sorry - you're just too sexy to resist."

"Oh, don't be sorry," Ted said. "This has been an amazing evening."

"Yes, it has," I said, as I closed my eyes and fell asleep in this incredibly sexy man's arms.



First Meeting



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The day has finally arrived. We have been chatting online and on the phone for a few months but now I am taking the next step and meeting you. From the beginning of our chats and emails, your words created something in me that was new and scary. I never thought that I would have this response or want and desire this experience of giving myself over to you completely, letting you control my thoughts and actions, but instead of scaring me away, it makes me crave more.

I arrive at where we are going to meet a little early. Sitting in the car for a moment, I can feel my hands shaking slightly. I feel the excited anticipation in my stomach and the dampness beginning to gather between my thighs. After taking several deep breaths, I get out of the car and start walking towards the store. Nearing the entrance, my phone rings, and I know it is you before answering.

You tell me not to say anything, unless you ask a directly, and then ask me if I understand?

I inhale at the sound of your voice before telling you...yes.

You then direct me to walk back to my car and get in, to not put my phone down unless you tell me to.

As I turn around, I start scanning the parking lot, desperately trying to see if I can spot where you are before I get in to the car.

As I close the door I hear you tell me to look over to the parking garage, that I am to drive to the 4th level and find a red minivan, and park between it and the wall on the left. Again you ask if I understand.

Almost breathlessly I answer you, yes.

As I start the car, you tell me that I can put down the phone, but not turn it off, and that once parked pick it back up.

I put the phone into my lap, take a deep breath, and pull out to go over to the garage. After finding the ramp, I head up the 4 levels and then see the minivan. I look around again, but still can't see where you might be. I pull into the spot and then pick up the phone again.

Good girl, you say. That makes me smile and feel pleased. You instruct me to keep the car running and the heat on that you don't want me to get cold. And then you tell me to unbutton and take off my coat and scarf.

Swallowing, I listen to the command of your voice, letting myself sink into what you are telling me to do. I slowly begin to undo and remove my coat and scarf. My breathing is starting to get faster, nipples tightening and I can feel the heat in my core, feel that I am getting wetter.

You ask if I have any panties on...Yes, I tell you, knowing that you are going to tell me to remove them. My breath is starting to pick up as I listen as you tell me to first to press them into me, soaking them with my wet juices because you know how wet you have already made me, before taking them off and putting them on the passenger seat. 

I reach one hand under my skirt. I press my fingers into the apex of my panties, pushing them against myself where I am so very wet from anticipation and your commands. I know you hear my breathing catch as I press on myself, pushing and teasing, starting to pant as I remove my panties and put them on the passenger seat, where anyone can see them if they walk up next to the car.

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, and listening to your voice, feel my hand move almost under its own violation, until I am touching myself. I am so wet and ready I don't know how long I will last. You tell me to circle and rub my fingers all around my hot wet pussy, touching the lips, sliding over my slit. But that I am not to touch my clit until you tell me. I begin to explore, sliding over the little nub of my clit, wanting to touch it more but knowing you told me not to. My fingers slide through the gathering wetness and I rub it all around.

Slowly, you tell me to take one finger and push inside my pussy as deep as I can go and to start fucking myself slowly. Think of how I am making myself ready for you, ready to take your thick hard cock inside me. I add another finger when you say, and start to pump my fingers in and out. You can hear that I'm getting close, hear that I am fucking myself for you. And then you tell me that I cannot cum until you say. 

My thumb has come to rest on the most sensitive point of my clit, pressing into it. My breath is coming in short pants and gasps as I got closer and I fell my legs start to quiver, but I know I have to hold out, to hear your words that will allow my release. 

I hear the side door open and feel the car give as someone sits down. My eyes start to open with surprise, but your hand is already there to keep them closed and take away the phone, your mouth next to my ear. 

You're ready to cum, aren't you, you ask. 

You tell me how you can hear it in my breathing; see it in how my hips are rising off the seat, hear it in the slick, wet sounds coming from my fingers fucking myself.

Yes, I breathlessly answer, shamelessly begging you, please. Please let me cum for you.

I feel your hand reach under my skirt and cover mine, trapping my hand against me, feeling that my thumb is resting on my clit.

Growling in my ear you remind me that I wasn't allowed to touch my clit yet.

I groan as you move my thumb away...I am so close and desperate to cum.

I feel you slide a finger in with mine, stretching me more, curving it up to hit my sweet spot, increasing the pressure I am feeling as you force me increase the speed.

Fuck your pussy harder, you say, that you want to feel me cum just for you. You know how close I am. You can feel me shaking, trying to hold on. At last you give me the words of release and you tell me to cum for you, to cum right now.

I feel your thumb press on my clit as our fingers move quickly in and out of my pussy. Your words push me over the edge, releasing me and I feel my explosive orgasm start, shaking and bucking my hips into both our hands, feeling your hand cover mine as I gasp and cry out my release, my juices soaking both of us.

In my mindless state I hear you say Good girl, and that you can't wait to fuck me, to bend me over and thrust into me, taking me over and over, filling me with your cum before sending me home. You whisper how hot and wet I am, that I am just fucking delicious to you.

My breath catches at your words, and I start to pant again, listening to you and feeling our fingers still rubbing and pushing into me. 

As you continue to play gently with my pussy, you tell me that you are leaving a key and directions on the seat, and that in 5 minutes I am follow the directions. My phone is to remain on. 

Slowly you draw your finger from me, sliding it all over my sensitive pussy...five minutes, you tell me.

I hear the door open and feel you leave the car. Slowly I open my eyes, but don't look for you. I am still coming down from the intensity of the orgasm and know I will need the time you gave me to regain my focus. Drawing in a breath I look over at the passenger seat and see a key for a hotel and written directions for getting there sitting next to my phone. As I pick up both my phone and the directions I notice that my panties are no longer on the seat.

Reading the directions while waiting, I concentrate on slowing my breathing, and realize that you have put my phone on speaker. I set it in the dash, knowing you can hear me recover and starting to move about. 

Five minutes pass and I put my seatbelt back on, reverse the car and drive out of the parking garage. Following your directions, I proceed to make my way to a hotel that is a few miles away. After parking, I reach for the key and am about to get out when I hear you again.

Before I go in, you say, I have to reach under my skirt and tell you how wet I still am. If I am not sufficiently wet enough I will have to stay there, stroking myself where anyone might see me.

Taking a breath, I put my hand under my skirt, hoping that I am still wet enough as I don't think I can handle anyone seeing me just now. I can feel the slick moisture on my thighs before touching my pussy and I am able to tell you, very wet.

Before hearing the signal end, you remind me that we still have the little matter of me not being able to follow your directions completely to discuss. Taking a deep breath at your words, I get out of the car, still a little shaky, to make my way into the hotel and you... 



First Meeting



This audio fantasy is about two online lovers who finally meet for the first time and what ensues.  I hope you enjoy it!

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First Meeting



Pulling up to my drive way, the single family home seems far to tame and normal for an erotica writer. Getting out of the car you are anxious....we've traded pictures and there is a serious attraction but you never know, those pics could have been old, so you cringe thinking about the possibility of being greeted at the door by someone less than desirable. 

Ringing the door bell you hear the dog barking and watch through beveled glass at the slender figure moving around in the back ground. Opening the door you get your first look at me. I am petite at 5'4, slender with a little dip at the waist that flairs out perfectly at my hips. 

Dressed in a long black maxi skirt with a low cut white tank top, my tits are perky and on displays for you. Your cock instantly gets hard as you take in the view.

Loosing yourself you don't notice the dog until you hear the unfriendly growl, taking a step back, you listen as I give the command "nnniiicccee" and watch as the large white and grey dog's demeanor instantly changes.

Inviting you in I introduce you to my fury companion. Reaching out your hand palm up you get a glance at the unusual crystal blue eyes. What breed is he/she? Looking at you I say "remember I told you I was attached? Well, meet Denver! This is the man in my life...lol. And to answer your question he is an Alaskan Malamute, and he's my baby!" Laughing you say "You're Aspen and he's Denver....that's cute!" 

Locking the door behind you I say, "Yeah.... well I have a cat named Boulder too but I'm sure she is hiding right now, she spooks easily!" 

Taking a step back I lean against the wall and take a good look at you. You are more attractive than I thought you would be. I invited you thinking i would simply allow you to worship my pussy then send you on your merry way, but now that you're here-I am ready to fuck you. Shifting my eyes from your face to your cock, I ask "Are you hard for me?" 

Surprised and turned on by my bluntness you offer a simple "yes" and watch as I hold up my hand and wiggle a finger before tapping my lips indicating to come and kiss me. Not hesitating you place your hands on the wall above my head and lean in to offer a small soft peck. You know I want more but your making me work for it. 

Placing one hand on the back of your neck I pull you in and kiss you deep and hard. Feeling your hand slide down my spine to my ass I love the moan you offer as you realize i'm not wearing panties so there is nothing between us except the thin layer of fabric from my skirt. Smiling you watch as I position my hands on chest pulling down my shirt I expose my tits. Sensing my command you are surprised to find clamps hanging from each nipple. Running a hand through your hair, I say..."I want you to pinch the prongs to remove the clamps then suck my nipples." You comply removing the first clamp and see that my nipple is hard and compressed. Rolling the nipples between your fingers you restore the shape before taking it into your mouth. First the right side then the left. Your instincts tell you to slide your hands under my ass, pick me up and fuck me right here against the wall. You can sense my desire growing and know I want it too.

Moaning I break away and lead you into the back of the house. Positioning you in front of the chair in the middle of the room. I begin to undress you starting with your collared shirt. You attempt to return the favor....but I stop you adding "not yet" and guide your hands back down to your sides. 

I am silent and you simply watch as I unbutton and remove your clothing. Starting with your shirt I remove all of your clothes until you are standing there naked in the middle of the room. Giving you a little push back into the seat my pussy is soaking wet and craving your attention.

My plan was to undress you and make you watch me undress but I need to feel you. The brief play exchange from the hallway has me craving you and I realize for someone with no real bdsm experience you have great instincts. Placing one foot beside you I climb and stand directly in front of you. Not hesitating you begin to push, as I pull up my skirt. 

I feel your hand begin to fondled my clit just before you stick two fingers deep inside me. I hear you whisper as you instruct me to place one leg on the back of the chair. I comply and get exciting when I feel your hand on the inside of my thighs. Not hesitating you bury your tongue deep in my pussy. The combined sensation of your quick fingers and rapid tongue are a lethal combination.

Grabbing your head I grind against your face. You told me you could eat pussy but every man claims to have that talent, sadly very few men actually do.....you however have made me a believer. I want to scream but I won't. I still have to strip for you, my plan is to seduce you.

Pulling me back down to the floor, you wait for me to become secure footed before you grabbing the waist band of my skirt and yanking it down to the floor. My mind is telling me to stop you and I try hard but my mind is whirling from the orgasm and all i can muster is a weak protest saying "wait...I wanna!"

Cutting me off you say....."You wanna want?" Grabbing a hand full of my hair you gently guide my head back, and begin to kiss my neck. "You wanna what sweetie? You wanna submit to me? You wanna suck me? You wanna fuck me? Placing your hand on my clit-you begin to rub it teasing me adding..."Maybe, you want me to put my face right here again so I can finish what I started."

I can't talk, your mouth on my neck is all I can think about. "Tell me what you want to do Aspen." 

I am not submissive by nature I enjoy the control of domination play. I invited you here with full intention of dominating you, but you have taken control of me and despite my attempts to stop it, I am loving it, I am craving it. I'm embarrassed and ashamed when I speak the words. 

"I want your tongue there"...

Dropping down you look up and say "I want to hear you cum....do not hold it in!" 

Your permission is freeing, tilting my head back I begin to pant. The first orgasm comes quick and hard. Cuming I suppress my moans, and obey when you instruct me to lay on the floor. Grabbing my legs you spread them wide, I assume you are ready to fuck me. Looking down at my pussy you ask if I came. Thinking to myself only once....I shake my head before speaking the word no. 

Going back down your tongue is relentless as you lick and suck on my clit. Working your way down you rim my ass and it drives me wild. Returning your attention to my clit, I am enjoying everything you do. I love the feel of you as you begin to press a finger against the tight opening of my ass. 

You have skilled hands and I don't notice when you slide in. The combination of oral and anal play is more than I can handle, my legs begin to quiver. Arching my back I submit to my urge and for the first time vocalize my orgasm. Now that i have finished moaning (like a cheap whore in brothel,) a little embarrassed I want to compose myself, covering my face I try to hide both my smile and my shame.

Breaking the silence you gently kiss my stomach and ask "did you cum? Or are you planning to lie again?"

Rolling my eyes and holding in my laughter I challenge you, and deny everything, adding ......"I don't know what your talking about!" 

Smirking at me you say oh you don't. Working your way up my body you stop and straddle my chest. Grabbing my hands you hold them and position them above my head restraining me. Reaching for your slacks you snake the belt from the hoops and is it to secure my hands together. 

I love the feeling of you over powering me. Sensing where things are going I glance at my skirt indicating you should use it. Following my suggestion you ball it up and place it under my head. 

Finally in position I open my mouth ready to feel your cock against my lips. Tightening your grip on the belt you pin my bound hands to the floor and slowly work the tip your cock in and out of my mouth. I want it deep in my throat, but you hesitate teasing me. Looking up at you, I push your cock out and say... "I want this deep in my mouth, I want you to lean forward, close your eyes and fuck my mouth."

Following my commands, you place both hands on my wrists which are still extended above my head and place your cock back into my mouth. Testing my abilities you slowly slide all the way in, until my lips rest on the base of your cock. Realizing i have no gag reflex you begin to work my mouth. Swirling my tongue with each stroke I listen as you moan. 

I love the feel of you, I want to grab your waist and pull you in deeper. I want to control you, over power you and show you how much I love having this cock in my mouth. You are very vocal, listening to you is driving me wild. Closing my eyes I roll my hips and begin to imagine the feel of a 3rd person eating my pussy as you fuck my mouth. 

Lost in the moment, I am surprised when you pull out and demand I flip over on all fours. My pussy is dripping and throbbing slapping my ass hard you slam your cock into me. Gasping with each stroke I enjoy the pounding you are giving me. 

Rolling my hips against every thrust I can feel the familiar wave of my orgasm rushing over me and I begin to scream. Coming down off my high you slow down as I collapse onto the floor. Smiling you lay your body flat against mine and whisper.... "It's time to move this party onto your bed."



First Meeting



I am standing in front of your door, throat dry with a combination of nervousness and excitement. Being here is the culmination of months of lead-up, beginning with flirtatious chatting online and continuing to bouts of conversation bordering on cybersex. Then the inevitable hushed phone calls, the tantalizing thrill of imagining what might-be and fantasizing over it together. As we spoke, we moved closer and closer to this moment, reluctant to cross the line into reality until eventually there was nowhere else to go.

Biting my lip in anticipation, I have to fight not to break into a wide smile to relieve the tension, laughing a little at how giddy and silly I feel. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs, and let it out in a sigh. Reaching into my coat pocket, I pull out my cellphone and dial. Two rings and then you pick up.

"Are you here?" I can hear the predatory smile behind your voice, the anticipation matching mine.

"Yes, I'm here," I murmur, propping the phone against my shoulder as I dig around in my pocket to finger the blindfold that you sent me. I hear footsteps behind the door and I try to guess at what you might be thinking as you look through the peephole. I've dressed with care, following your suggestions: a black satin bra, clearly visible under a white silk blouse, and a loose black skirt that hangs to mid-thigh. Over the ensemble, I've worn a raincoat to avoid feeling self-conscious about being seen in public. I wonder if you're pleased by my appearance.

"Well, you know what to do now." Your voice is calm, authoritative, just like in all of our previous phone conversations, when I succumbed to your eloquence, surrendering to you. I fumble for a moment and pull the blindfold out, stretching it between my hands.

"Just a second, I need to put the phone down," I say, and then juggle it into my pocket. Hands now free, I raise the blindfold and wrap it around my head, tugging at the strings on either side to pull the fabric taut against my face. The cloth smells faintly like some kind of cologne and the soft cotton feels like it's molding itself to my eyes. I take a moment to adjust the edges for comfort and ensure that it's secure, then pull the phone back out and place it at to my ear, "It's done." 

There's the click of a lock disengaging and the swishing sound of a door being dragged along carpet. I experience a moment of terrified panic, the thought popping into my head that I could be at the wrong door. After a moment, I hear your voice in stereo, both on the phone and to the front. Relief floods through me, even as my nervousness ratchets up by a few degrees. "You came," I hear you say, the welcome in your voice obvious. I smile back cautiously, and can't suppress a startle of surprise as you take my phone from me and grip my hands in yours. You tug me gently, guiding me across the threshold, and I shuffle forward. "Come on in, don't worry, I won't let you hit anything," you say reassuringly as you lead me into your apartment, "Why don't we have a look at you?"

A few steps in and you pause, releasing my hands. A moment later, I can hear the door close behind me and then the muffled sound of your footsteps as you circle me like a shark. After you've done a complete circuit, you say quietly, "Take your shoes and coat off."

I hesitate, then timidly work my arms out of my coat, folding it over my arm and kicking my shoes off. The weight of the coat disappears, then you resume your hold on my hands. Your palms feel slightly calloused and your grip is warm and firm. I count ten steps, a turn to the right, then six more. You drop my hands and I'm left standing by myself, unsure of where I am.

There's the slight sound of movement and then I hear your voice from behind me, asking quietly, "Before we start or do anything, my dear, what are your safe words?"

My voice sounds subdued and meek next to yours, "Green for go, yellow, red for stop."

"Good girl," you say, sounding amused, "And right now?"

My cheeks flush with heat as I blush, then mumble, "Green for go."

I have a second to wonder why you even asked when I'm sure that we both know the answer, then I feel you behind me, a presence that is almost, but not quite, close enough to touch. All of the things we talked about over the past few months rush to the forefront of my mind. I don't know whether to lean back against you or to cower away. Your hand closes on my hair, grabbing it firmly and yanking my head back. I gasp at the suddenness of the pain and close my eyes under the blindfold, the sensation sending a jolt of excitement through me and creating an immediate dampness between my legs. The air feels electric with tension as you slowly pull, forcing me to arch backward.

Your breath is hot against my ear and your whisper feels like a caress, "The line between fantasy and reality is such a problem for you, isn't it? And how are you feeling about right now? Nervous? Excited? Afraid?" There is a pregnant pause while you tighten your grip, forcing a faint whimper from me, "We both know that the fear is a big part of what turns you on-that and denial."

Rather than responding, I raise my hands to try to pry yours loose, belatedly struggling against your grip. In response, you shake me painfully and growl, "Hands down. NOW."

Once I've dropped my hands back to my sides you return to speaking, almost crooning, "Let's go over the rules for today. First, you will not speak unless spoken to. When you do speak, you will always address me as Sir or Master." Your voice is calm, almost dispassionate. Your other hand brushes against my chest and I feel a tug as you begin unbuttoning my blouse. The feel of the air against my skin makes me shiver and my building desire seems to fill my stomach with butterflies.

Once the blouse is fully unbuttoned, the fabric parted to reveal the satin of my lingerie, you continue, "There are a few exceptions." Your hand cups one of my breasts through the bra and I can feel my nipples hardening in reaction. "You're free to beg at any time," you say, and your fingers dip under the cloth, taking hold of my nipple and rolling it between your fingers.

You pinch viciously for a moment, eliciting a gasp. I can hear the smile in your voice in response to my reaction, "You can, of course, use your safe words at any time." My breath comes in short little pants and my knees feel weak. I feel an overwhelming urge to moan and to start begging, but I bite my lip to keep any sound from escaping. A sense of humiliation fills me as I think about what you're doing to me, without even fucking me.

You lean in close again, your tongue darting into my ear briefly, and I try to jerk away, "And just for you, since we both know how much it turns you on to say no and to have someone take what they want anyway, you can tell me to stop...but we both know that I won't, and that this will end with you begging-but if you want to pretend, I'll play along."

A pulsing starts deep inside me and I can feel my cunt clenching hungrily, wishing it was filled. I think to myself that I shouldn't have been so honest over the phone and I wonder if you're seeing right through me. Can you tell how wet I am? How even though I'm not saying anything, my body is begging for you to fuck me? The worst part is that I'm working myself into an aroused frenzy after barely being touched, and you know it-you're using it against me.

Your voice brings me back to what's happening, your fingers still tormenting my nipple as you ask, "Are these rules clear?"

I make a small helpless whimpering noise, shivering with anticipation as I respond softly, "Yes sir."

"Good girl," you say approvingly, releasing my hair. I straighten, disappointed by the loss of contact, only to be shoved roughly from behind. I sprawl forward, landing on the soft cushion of a mattress and I struggle to get my bearings.

"Up on the bed now, pet," amusement colors your voice. I scramble onto the bed, trying to be graceful, to please you, and your voice follows me, "Now kneel for me."

I crawl until I'm away from the edge of the mattress, then push myself up, settling my weight back on my heels. I spread my knees apart, resting my hands on my thighs, and I tilt my head, trying to locate you by sound.

"Spread a little bit more," you murmur, and I shift to respond. After I've made the adjustment, you continue, "Good girl, now, hands behind your back."

I clasp my hands behind me and fight back a blush as the smell of my own wetness becomes apparent.

"This is how I want you to present yourself to me, whenever I tell you to kneel. Is that understood?" Your weight settles on the bed and I feel your hand caressing my hair, tracing down my cheek. In response, I turn my head to kiss the back of it before whispering, "Yes sir."

"You know," you say conversationally, cupping my face and lifting my chin, "I'll bet you've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you all week, fantasizing every time we had phone sex, teasing me with how much you would enjoy submitting to me." Your hand disappears and I feel you shift, moving behind me. Next, you take one of my hands and tug at it, pulling it away from my body. A broad band of leather wraps around my wrist and I hear the jingle of metal as you fasten the cuff shut.

"You really are such a tease on the phone," you reflect as you cuff my other wrist. There is a clink and I find that you've fastened them together, pinning them behind my back. You give me a gentle push to make me raise my weight off of my ankles and a moment later I feel you slide more leather around them.

"I've been looking forward to giving you what you deserve for all of that teasing," you drawl as you finish with the fastenings. You push my feet apart, holding them spread with your leg and I can feel my skirt brushing at my upper thighs. I hear more clinking. When you move away and I try to re-cross my ankles, I realize that you must have attached a small spreader bar, making it impossible. I settle my weight, my backside coming to rest on the smooth wood of the bar. Your hand brushes my hair back, holding it to the side for a moment. I feel the soft caress of more leather on the back of my neck. The unmistakable scent is tantalizing as you lift my chin again, collaring me. The weight of a cold metal ring falls to hang down against my collarbone, raising goosebumps.

"Very nice," you say proprietarily and I can feel your eyes on me. "I'll bet you're sopping wet right now, aren't you slut?" you ask abruptly.

I hesitate, then my cheeks flame as I mumble out the lie, "No sir."

There's a smirk in your voice and you laugh mockingly, "No? Shall we find out?"

Inside my head, I'm screaming that I want you to take me, to use me, but I feel a spark of defiance. The words slip out of my mouth as a taunt, defiant and daring you to do your worst, "No sir." 

Your hand moves down, tracing its way slowly across my stomach and then lifting my skirt to settle between my legs. As you make contact with the bare skin of my mound, you say approvingly, "No underwear? You are eager, aren't you?" You slide your fingertips between my lips, parting them, and I can feel my wetness coating them as you tease me open, not quite entering me. You bring your fingers up to my cheek, smearing it with my own juices and we can both smell my arousal. My cheeks burn as you murmur, "Lying little whore."

Your hand moves back down, toying with me and spreading my juices, making it obvious to us both just how aroused I am. You trace your way up to my clit, circling it teasingly and I moan, trying to shut my knees but stopped by the restraints. Your other hand takes a rough hold of my hair again and you flick at my clit, making me jerk and gasp. Continuing to fondle me with your thumb, your other fingers probe at my slick entrance and I unconsciously thrust my hips forward, trying to force them in. You move with me, keeping me from impaling myself, and ask archly, "Looking for something, slut?"

I mumble a no and you chuckle, "Your body certainly seems to be, it knows that you're here to be used." Your fingers slide into me with no resistance and I shudder as you spear me on them. Each time you do a slow circle of my clit, the walls of my pussy clench around your fingers and I make a small jerking motion. As you continue, I begin to moan as I feel myself helplessly starting on the slow climb to orgasm.

"What was it that you were saying on the phone last week, about certain parts being sensitive?" you ask. I have only a moment to brace myself and then your tongue is in my ear, your hand still in my hair, holding me locked in your grip. My reaction is instantaneous, it feels like I've suddenly plugged into a live electrical socket and I go rigid, then start bucking uncontrollably. My mind blanks and I can hear myself making wordless whimpers of protest as I thrash around, fucking myself on your fingers.

You toy with me for several minutes, alternating between licking, sucking, and blowing into my ears when it looks like I'm slowing down to trigger a fresh burst of struggles. After I've exhausted myself and my responses are reduced to soft mewls for mercy, you pull away. I feel my hair being released and your fingers slide out, leaving me achingly empty. "Well, that was fun," you say, and I try to gather my thoughts and compose myself.

There's a click and the binding between my wrists and ankles vanishes, leaving my movements unhampered. I can feel you moving off the bed, then your voice comes to me from my right, "Now, show me what you've been doing while we've been on the phone. On your knees, shoulders and head down on the bed. I want to see the way that you play with yourself when you're imagining me fucking you. Give me a show. Let me see how much of a cockwhore you are." 

I fall forward onto my hands and knees, then lower my breasts to the mattress. I turn my head to press my shoulders and cheek against the sheet and pause there, displayed for your pleasure. My skirt slides forward, bunching at the waist to expose my ass, and my left hand finds its way between my legs to my clit. As I begin to play with myself, I hear the sound of a zipper being undone behind me and I wriggle enticingly, envisioning your cock.

My already swollen clit responds quickly to the attention and as I continue to play with it, my mind goes back over all of the fantasies we've shared-all of the conversations we've had about you fucking me, taking me and forcing me into submission.

My mind stutters when I realize that now that I'm here, actually showing myself off to you, you're finally in a position to make all of those fantasies a reality. The thought brings me over the edge and the walls of my pussy tighten, grasping after your missing fingers. I cry out as I orgasm, my right hand clutching at the bedsheet and my hips rocking back and forth in frustration.

"Feeling a little empty? Wishing you had a nice cock to fill that hungry little hole up?" you taunt from behind me.

I voice a moan and drop my hand from my clit, wanting you to fuck me but unwilling to say it. "No sir," I mumble, voice muffled against the mattress.

Your voice grows colder, angry, "I didn't say to stop, slut. Again-we need to teach you how much you need to be fucked."

My tongue flicks out to lick my lips and I return my fingers to my pulsing clit, the nub slippery with my wetness. I feel like I must be dripping on your sheets and I bring myself to the edge again quickly, picturing you watching me. I think about you taking my mouth, fucking my ass, and my breath starts coming in short little gasps as I struggle to hold it back.

"Cum for me," you command, and I immediately crest over into my second orgasm. Again, my pussy clenches around nothing and I make a frustrated whimpering sound, hips rocking. I spread the lips of my cunt open, trying to tempt you into taking me, showing off my need.

"Still not begging? Maybe you need a little bit of incentive," you say and your weight settles behind me. I feel the head of your cock at my entrance, but when I try to slide back onto it you use my hips to hold me to a distance, leaving me with just the tip. I sob quietly and you laugh, "Again, whore."

I'm going mad with need as I build again toward orgasm. Your cock presses against my entrance like a promise. As I get close for the third time, the words come flooding out from between my lips. I beg mindlessly, "Please fuck me, fuck me, I need your cock, I need it, fuck this cunt, I need you to use me, please sir, I need it..."

"Cum for me," you growl and shove your cock into me, forcing out a startled cry as you impale me on the full length in a single thrust, meeting no resistance. There's a jarring impact as your hips slam into mine and I whimper. I hear your voice behind me, saying, "I knew you'd beg for it," and the ecstasy from being filled has me moaning in agreement, timed to your thrusts. You continue to pound into me, growling, "You're such a hungry little bitch in heat, blindfolded, helpless as you're being fucked, willing to show off how hot you are for it to anyone."

I hear your voice shift to my side but the cock behind me keeps pumping into me. Startled, I freeze in time to hear you croon, "So much of a little whore that you'll take any cock, won't you? Even a complete stranger's." The hands on my hips hold me steady, refusing to let me pull away and I feel your hand grab the back of my neck, holding me down. My hands fly up to grapple at your wrist and I buck, trying to struggle free. Pinned and helpless between the two of you, I start to plead, "No no no, please, don't, let me go, please Sir, I'll do whatever you want."

There's no letup as the stranger keeps fucking me, his cock drilling into the welcoming wetness of my cunt. You say dryly, "Doesn't his cock feel good? You seemed to be enjoying yourself a second ago. You think he's going to stop after seeing you show yourself off like that? Orgasming in front of him? Begging for cock? Desperate to get that slutty little hole filled? Now show him how much you appreciate what he's doing. Again." Your voice holds an edge and a thrill of fear shoots through me. I move my hand back between my legs and begin playing with my clit once more, tears of humiliation leaking out from under my blindfold.

Your voice continues implacably, "Now every time you see a guy, you'll be wondering, is this the one who knows what it's like to fuck me? Does he know what my tight little cunt feels like? Does he know how hot I am for a good fuck? How much I want to be used and what I sound like when I'm begging for it?"

Your hand keeps a tight grip on my neck and I feel your other shove its way between the mattress and my breast, cruelly pinching and tugging my nipple. I feel like an animal, like a bitch in heat getting farmed out by my owner. You muse, "Maybe I'll have a little poker party some time and invite all of my friends, including the guy who's using you. I'll tell him that if he can get you alone, he's free to shove you against the wall and fuck you senseless again. You'll spend the entire night with that hungry little cunt dripping wet with anticipation, wondering when you're going to get bent over."

I'm making little helpless noises now, listening to you and picturing it. My cheeks are burning with humiliation and desire. I feel totally powerless, teetering on the edge of orgasm. You give my nipple another harsh twist and say, "Cum, slut."

I orgasm on his cock, the walls of my pussy tightening around him while my voice pours out a torrent of, "Please, please, please," without knowing what I'm begging for. He slams his cock home one last time and I feel him jerk as he orgasms, his hands leaving my hips to slap me roughly on the ass. I flinch and moan entreatingly into the mattress, "Please Sir, please fuck me, I want to belong to you."




First Meeting



The afternoon sun beat down on the car as she passed over the Arizona/New Mexico state line. Music was blaring from the speakers but not that she was paying attention to it. Joanne's mind was too busy thinking about what was to come tomorrow. She was meeting Mark for the first time, face to face. 

They had first met playing games online and hit off right away. It turned into a friendship that had been forged from chatting for over six months. They had played game after game with each other before it became phone calls, email and video chat. 

A month ago they had both decided that they wanted to meet in person. They wanted to see if what they had at a distance could translate into something in person. They both had a passion for each other but was the fantasy of it bigger than the reality. 

All the scenarios played out in her mind as drove down the highway. What else was there to do? She was filled with confidence when she left home but now had doubts and fears that it won't live up to be what she wanted. It was just her nerves, she told herself. 

The last few hours of the drive went by quickly as she found herself pulling into the hotel. Mark wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow afternoon. She wanted the time to check things out and calm her nerves before they would meet. 

The time to rest wasn't going to hurt either. He was flying into Albuquerque and renting a car to drive the rest of the way, so he was going to be well rested. 

It felt great to Joanne to get out and walk around after being couped up in the car for so long. It was helping her to calm herself as she roamed the streets and shops. 

With some take out she settled into her hotel room to watch some TV. She wanted to call him but knew that he would be sleeping by now since he had an early flight. Little did she know that his nerves weren't allowing him to sleep.

Before she knew it the phone on the night stand was ringing, it was her wake up call. She wasn't even sure when she had fallen asleep or how long she had slept. She never slept that much though, it wasn't odd for her to just pass out, she did that all the time. It was odd for her to sleep that long though. 

Her cell was blinking, she had missed a text message from Mark. It was a short message that said "On the way to the airport, see you tonight". She smiled knowing that it was real, he was on his way. 

Joanne piddled the morning away watching TV and playing cards on her cell. 

After lunch it was time to start getting ready, she jumped into the shower. When she got out she noticed that her cell was again blinking. It was another message from Mark "At the rental counter, see you at the restaurant". 

She had been fine most of the morning but now she was getting nervous. 

They weren't going to do the typical first date and they weren't typical people. There was no getting dressed up and there was no fancy restaurant. It was come as you normally are and they both agreed on Mexican food. 

For Joanne, her typical attire was jeans and a tank top. For Mark, it was jeans and a t-shirt. To them, you may as well be who you are when they met. There was to no pretentious formal dinner when they met. It was going to be nerve racking as it was, so why not be comfortable during it. 

As she headed to the car, she looked around to see if he was around. They didn't share the details of where each of them were staying. It was a precaution in case they couldn't stand each other in person. It was possible they picked the same hotel to stay at. Seeing nothing she pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the restaurant. 

Joanne got there a little early, so she pulled into a spot in the back of the parking lot and decided to wait to see if she could spot him. Ten minutes had gone by and a few cars had pulled in but none of them looked like Mark.

Then she spotted him as he got out of his car. Mark looked exactly like she thought he did. He wasn't the most handsome man in the world, or the fittest but he was what she was expecting. 

Joanne sat there for a moment wondering if she would be what he was expecting. 

Pushing her nerves aside she got out of the car and headed in. 

Walking through the door she spotted him immediately. He was seated at a table and facing towards the door so he saw her when she walked in. Mark stood up as she walked to the table and gave her a hug. He wanted to kiss her but his nerves were getting the better of him. 

Being all gentlemanly like he pulled out a chair for her and guided it in as she sat down. Joanne's nerves were gone, she was perfectly calm and relaxed. She wasn't sure why but being around him had calmed her of all her fears. 

He still looked nervous and a little unsure. She leaned over and told him "Relax, the hard part is over with now" with a bit of a laugh. He laughed back and said "your right".

The dinner was going well, they had sat there for two hours talking and laughing. Joanne suggested they continue the conversation as they walked around town. She already knew what was in store for the rest of the night but the walk was to make sure it was what he wanted too. 

After the check was paid they headed for the door. He held the door open for her to walk through. As she did, she felt his hand on the small of her back as he followed her through. A wave of heat went through her from his touch. 

They picked a direction and started to walk. He reached out for her hand only to have it swept aside. For a second he was confused until she laughed and put her arm around him and leaned in. He wrapped his arm around her with a smile on his face. 

They walked around the town like that just talking and laughing the whole way. 

Everything was going great when Mark decided to be his goofy self with a bit of boldness. "So I have a question for you, and I'm betting...your ass has the answer to that question." He knew what was tattooed on her ass and trying to use that to be clever.

She started laughing and replied "It just might have the answer, you may not like the answer though." With laughter from both of them she continued to say " I think you have a one in three chance that the answer will be in your favor, what is the question?"

They both got quiet as she stared up at him waiting for the question. Then she started to look around as if to find something. It wasn't his style to be so bold, so he was struggling to say spit out the words.

"You want to head back to my room and get naked?" he finally said stumbling like a teenage fool.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into an alcove of a closed store. Turning around she looked over her shoulder and pulled the left side of jeans down to see the answer to his question. 

What he saw was the words "Fuck Me" tattooed on her left cheek and a big smile on her face. 

He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her he kissed her for the first time. She sank into his arms and enjoyed the warmth of his touch.

Once there embrace broke, she asked "Where's your hotel?", "Just down the street, lets go" and with that they were walking with a quicker step to get there. 

Back at his hotel room, they rushed in side. He stops to lock the door behind him and when he turns around she jumps up into his arms. It caught Mark off guard and stumbled backwards against the door. His hands now firmly gripping her ass as there lips meet again.

Their tongues danced around each other as if they were battling it out dominance. 

Mark steadied himself and moved them both into the room and towards the bed. He turned suddenly and put her down on the desk across from it. He grabbed at the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up. Breaking their embrace to pull it over her head. 

Joanne took advantage of the opportunity to pull his shirt off. As he leaned in to resume the kiss she surprised him pushing him back hard, falling backwards onto the bed. He chuckled at the situation as she jumped down from the dresser and attacked the buckle of his belt.

With his pants unfastened, she tucked at them. He lifted up to make it easier and they slide off. If it had been a cartoon, the jeans would have made a swoosh sound with the speed she pulled at them. 

He laid there only clad in his underwear and socks, not able to take his eyes off this lovely woman. She seemed to have a hunger in her eyes as she jumped on top of him. Leaning down and finally resuming their passionate kiss. 

As they kiss, his hands wandered her body. Finding the clasp of her bra, he unfastened it, letting her breasts free from their restraint's. She sat up on his lap and finished taking off her bra and flinging it to a corner of the room. He was again amazed at this wonderful woman's beauty, tattooed to the hilt. She wiggled her ass against his crotch playfully.

Leaning back down, kissed his chest, she slowly moved her way down his body leaving a trail of kisses and saliva. Slipping off of the bed she was now on her knees before him, pulling his underwear off. 

His rigid cock sprang free, pointing up in the air. She cupped his balls in on hand and his cock in the other. Kissing the engorged head first, down the shaft, to his sack and then back up again. 

Propped up on his elbows he watched in fascination as this gorgeous woman began to swirl her tongue around the head of his dick. With her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, she engulfed it with her lips. Working it up and down, her tongue almost seemingly wrapping around his manhood. 

All he could do was lay back and moan as she worked over his cock. He had never felt anything like it before and he could feel that he wasn't going to last long. Looking down at her he said "Joanne... I'm going to cum if you keep that up" and flopped his head back down.

Instead of easing up, she increased her efforts. Her lips moving faster and tighter against his shaft. Her right hand short stroking the base of his cock, her left caressing his balls. 

She knew that he wouldn't have lasted long no matter what the pace was. There had been far to much sexual tension between them in the month leading up to this. She knew that he needed to cum first and fast so that he would last longer for the rest of the night. 

She felt the pulsing of his cock and knew he was going to explode. He came with a flood of cum in her mouth, moaning loudly. She just kept up the pace, swallowing all that she could get. 

Looking up at him with a sly grin, she licked her lips.

Standing up she removed her jeans and panties in one motion. Climbing back onto the bed she crawled past him on all fours like a cat in heat. He watched as her body went past him, just now seeing it in it its full naked glamorous beauty. 

He thought to himself "I only have 3 days to explore that body and its not going to be enough".

Now above him on the bed, she backed up over his head. She felt his hands on her legs as she was now positioned over his head. His lips caressing her thighs, one then the other. Spreading her legs a little further she lowered her pussy down to his face. Arching her back at the same time to give him a better position for him to eat her out.

His hands moved up her thighs and to rest on her hips as his tongue flicked at her clit. She shivered slightly with the first touches of him against her pleasure. He gripped her hips and pulled her to his mouth as he teased her pouting pussy lips. 

She could feel his hot breath against her as his tongue ran between her lips. His nose rubbing against her clit as he stroked up and down her lips. The tip now circling around the opening of her hot pussy. 

He could taste her womanhood dripping with her juices. Lapping it up and wanting more. 

Pushing his tongue into her, he felt her juices flow onto his tongue. She sat upright as his tongue wiggled inside of her, moaning from the pleasure. 

Grabbing he hair, she was grinding her crotch against his mouth. His tongue moving back and forth from her pussy to her clit. 

Her own orgasm was building inside of her, she felt like she was going to explode. Quickening her tempo, faster and harder across his mouth as he lapped her up.

Suddenly she stopped and stiffened up as she exploded with a scream and drenched his face. 

He held onto her tight, her legs quivering. Easing her off of him, he laid her down on the bed. 

Taking a moment to let her catch her breath, he gazed over the body that was sprawled out before him. He wanted to examine each and every tattoo on her body but knew there would be time for that later. 

She hiked up her legs as he positioned himself between them. She felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down her lips, teasing her hole. 

Slowly he pushed the head in, their eyes locked on each other as he did. Taking his time, he slowly sank his entire length into her. 

Grabbing her legs, he put them on his shoulders as he began to move in slow methodical strokes. Exploring her insides with his cock as he pushed back in, moving his hips around with each new thrust. 

She could feel the pulsing of the veins in his cock, he could feel the walls of her cunt gripping him tighter and tighter. 

Her head tilted back with eyes shut, she reveled in the sensation he was giving her. Moaning as he pierced her with his cock.

Leaning down, he sucked her right nipple into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue. All the while, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. His balls slapping her ass as he bottomed out and withdrew, only to slap it again as he pounded back in. 

He let lose her nipple and increased his speed some more. She felt another orgasm coming as he ravaged her. 

Her back arched and her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came in a violent wave of pleasure. There was nothing he could do but hold still as she came all over his cock. 

He scooted his knees under her as she relaxed. Grabbing her arms he pulled her up to him. Her arms wrapping around his neck as their chests met, his now wrapped around her.

Sitting upright their mouths smashed together in a passionate kiss. 

Joanne started to swivel her hips around as their tongues were once again battling it out. He felt her hard nipples poking him in the chest. 

Moving his hands, he grabbed her ass as she ground her crotch around on his cock. Lifting her up a little then letting her back down. 

A moment more of this was all she could take. Breaking away from the embrace she once again pushed him back. Looking up, he could see the lust in her eyes and she could see the pure desire in his. 

She continued with the gyration of her hips, lifting just a little off of him and sinking back down. 

He reached up and massaged her tits, tweaking her nipples between his fingers as she rode his cock. 

Placing her hands on his chest she started to rise more and come down on him with force. Faster and faster she bounced on him. 

The room filled with the smell of their sex and the sounds of their pleasure. 

Her body smacking against his as she forced his cock as deep as it would go. Her eyes shut, savoring every bit of pleasure she was getting from this man. 

He couldn't take it any longer, suddenly he sat up and grabbed her. Still inside of her, he scooted off the bed while holding onto her tight. He moved over to the table across from the bed and laid her down on it. 

Her ass just on the edge of the table, he grabbed her ankles and held her legs high and wide in the air. 

Now he was pounding into her with all he had. The table rocking back and forth with each thrust. Sweat pouring off his forehead and chest, her screams so loud they were drowning out the sound of the table banging into the wall. His grunts were doing their part as well. 

He could feel her pussy clamping down on his cock again, she was about to cum. He was right there with her as she felt the head of his cock swelling up. 

With her screaming in pleasure, he buried his cock to the tilt and let out a last grunt as he filled her with his cum. She felt the torrent of hot cum squirting into her. Her pussy milking him for all he was worth. 

Both panting hard, his hand on either side of her as he steadied himself. She passed out there on the table with him still inside of her. 

He back out from between her legs, pulling his now deflating cock from her hot soaked pussy. A pop noise was made as his head came out. 

He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Taking a wash cloth with him, he cleaned her up. Joanne was passed out, was it from exhaustion or pure relaxation, he wondered to himself. 

Mark pulled back the covers of the bed and then went and picked her up off the table. He placed her down and she rolled over onto her stomach. Sound asleep with a smile on her face.

He climbing in beside her and pulled the covers up a little. He lay there, looking at all her tattoos, tracing the outline of them very lightly with his finger. Her body shivered slightly at his touch. 

Joanne woke up a few hours later. His arm was around her as he lay on his side. She looked at him sleeping peacefully, already dreading that the weekend together only had two more nights to go. She knew they would be a wonderful two days and nights with him beside her but already she didn't want to let him go. 

She touched his chest as she gazed at him, he rolled onto his back. She wondered for a second if she should get him hard again. Then she thought it was better to let him rest. 

Snuggled up to him with her head on his chest, her instinctively wrapped his arms around her. She felt warm and safe with him and drifted back to sleep with the thoughts of what else this weekend would hold for them.



First Meeting



I stood at the airport waiting for her. We'd met online and I'd only known her for a very short time, but we both knew that we were in love. Every night we'd both sleep, in our own beds, dreaming of the other, we'd both wake up and rush to the computer to beat the other online. Well, finally, we didn't need to type anymore.... 

I looked up from my thoughts and saw her, rushing towards me. Just seeing her was even more incredible that I could have ever imagined. She was wearing a light spring dress, the fabric flowing about her like a cape as she ran. She folded her arms around me in a tight embrace, as if we were old friends separated for years. Before I could even say hello, I found her lips pressed to mine, and I eagerly returned her kiss, and knew that our agreement to take things slow was pointless when this madly in love. We walked out to my car and got in. As I started the car and pulled away, headed to my house, we held hands, my thumb caressing over her silken skin, my eyes leaving the road occasionally to glance deeply into hers.

After a five minute trip that seemed to take an eternity, we got to my house and got out of the car. We went inside and I offered her a shower after her long trip. She nodded and I directed her upstairs to my room and the bathroom while I went back outside to get her bags from the car. Once all the bags were inside, I heard her calling me upstairs. Expecting to see her looking for the bathroom, I was surprised to see her waiting for me wearing only a sheer robe. My arms folded around her and I kissed her slowly, tongues dancing sensually as my heart raced in my chest... 

She led me into my own room and to my bed, where she slowly started to undress me. I couldn't have stopped her if I wanted to, my hands instead moved to caress her sides and stomach, occasionally moving up to tease the underside of her soft white breasts. Before I realized it, I was totally naked on the bed, and we were sliding back up, her lying in my arms, rubbing herself against me as we kissed hungrily, my hands caressing her back and rear, pressing her even tighter against me. I heard a faint moan slip from my lips as she started kissing and teasing my neck with her lips, her tongue caressing it sensually as I arched and writhed under her. 

Then I slowly roll her onto her back, kissing her full on the lips, and then slowly work my way down her body, smiling as she arches her back right off the bed as my lips and tongue attack her nipple, sucking gently, flicking over it before moving to the other nipple, repeating his teasing... Then he slowly starts to move his kisses lower, until he reaches just above her shaven, sexy entrance... he snakes his tongue out and ever so lightly slips it across her sex, carefully avoiding her clit, watching her arch and writhe. He savors this sweet taste of the woman he loves so dearly, then leans forward, pressing just slightly harder, still not entering her with his tongue... Her hands move to press the back of my head closer, but I resist, still barely teasing her... Then suddenly, without warning, I slip two fingers deep into her sex, curling them forward to caress her insides as I flick my tongue wildly over her clit, rewarded by my love's body shaking and shuddering in pleasure. 

A few minutes later I finish cleaning her sex and crawl up to kiss her softly on the lips, when she rolls me onto my back this time, her kisses tracing lower as mine had a moment before... I feel her running her kisses and tongue down my body until she reaches my VERY hard length, licking around it and carefully barely touching it as she kisses the inside of my thighs, then leans to lick my balls softly, causing a moan to slip from my lips, my back arching. Then she slowly runs her tongue up the sensitive underside of my shaft and takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, licking up my precum, and causing more, as I shudder, my hands on the back of her head this time. 

I look down and look deep into her eyes, she looking back into mine, as I see my hardness disappear into her mouth. Her lips tight around me, sucking as I moan softly, my hips rocking up against her. She starts to bob her head, her tongue flicking and teasing around me as I feel my own orgasm nearing, my length swelling and throbbing in her mouth.. Then I gasp, warning her that I'm about to cum, which only makes her move faster as my length leaps inside her mouth, thick, hot jets of my cum flooding into her mouth as I arch my head back, pleasure washing over my body... 

After what feels like an eternity, my body relaxes and she licks me clean this time, then crawls up and we kiss slowly. We slip under the covers, embracing each other with gentle, loving caresses as we drift off to sleep in each other's arms, and I can tell that this is only the beginning...



First Meeting



Walking into the hotel room in front of him, my heart was beating so fast and so loud, I was sure he could hear it. He'd been waiting for me in the lobby and when I first saw him, I knew the next few hours were going to be something that I'd never forget. We'd been talking intimately on-line and on the telephone for so long that the anticipation of our meeting was overwhelming. We'd just hugged when we said hello to each other and he picked up my bag and led me to the room he'd already arranged for us. 

He closed the door, reached for my arm and gently turned me towards him. His arms encircled me and mine went up around his neck. I tilted my head up and we were looking directly into each other's eyes; something that I'd longed to do for months. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, then a little harder until the kiss deepened and our tongues were mingling together, dancing back and forth between our mouths. The feeling was electric. All of my senses were aroused being there with him. Neither of us was sure how fast to move, but neither of us attempted to break the embrace either. 

I felt his hands rubbing my back, going up to my neck and down my spine, resting at the small of my back, and then moving again. I took my lead from him and began to do the same. We stood in the centre of the room for several minutes just holding, caressing and kissing each other. It was so wonderful. None of the awkwardness that I anticipated was present, I felt so comfortable with him and he seemed to feel the same way with me.

There was a large mirror on the wall over the dresser. He turned me around to face the mirror with my back up against his chest. His arms were around me again, this time with his hands at the front of my body. His lips lightly brushed against my neck and I reached up to lift my copper coloured hair out of the way, turning my head, offering my neck to him. His mouth kissed and nuzzled on my flesh as one of his hands moved upward to cup my breast. I could feel the softness of his beard and moustache against my skin, it tickled me but the warmth of his lips seemed to erase the tickling sensation. His right hand caressed my left breast through my shirt. His thumb found my nipple and even through the layers of fabric he could feel it become firm and erect. His left hand was on my right hip pressing me back against him.

We both looked into the mirror, our eyes locked together in the reflection. He began undoing the buttons of my shirt, first the top one, then the next one, which exposed the top of my lacey bra and the swell of my breasts. His hands reached inside to gently touch them. Feeling his fingers finally caress me the way he'd described to me many times is was electrifying. A low moan escaped from my throat, which was all he needed to hear to quickly undo the rest of the buttons and unfasten the front hook on my bra. Pushing my shirt and my bra out of the way, my large breasts were visible to him in the reflection of the mirror. We both watched as his hands cupped the undersides of them and pushed them upwards and together. My nipples were pointing straight ahead as he used his thumb and forefinger to stroke them and pulling them out to their full glory. 

His mouth was right beside my ear and he whispered, "Oh Sweetheart, they're just as beautiful as I've imagined. I love how hard and long your nipples are."

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek, bringing his mouth back down onto my neck. His hands moved toward the waistband of my jeans, undid the snap and slowly lowered the zipper. Once open, one hand went back to my breast and the other hand slid under my panties and over the soft hair on my pubic mound until his fingers reached my pussy lips. He pushed my jeans and panties down over my hips and thighs so we could both see his fingers caressing and rubbing my pussy. My head was back against his chest, my body leaning against him for support. When his finger slipped between my lips, I moaned and began moving my hips against his fingers. 

Being able to watch and feel his hands roam all over my body was such and incredible turn on. As much as I wanted to continue to watch, I needed to touch him. I turned around in his arms and began undoing his shirt. When I'd pushed it out of the way, I put my arms around his back and pressed myself against his warm skin, my nipples rubbed against his chest. Oh God, he felt so wonderful. I knew that he was as aroused as I was by the hardness I felt against my lower abdomen. My hands reached for his waistband and undid his pants. Carefully, I pushed them down over his hips, until his fully erect penis was released. I gasped at the size of it. It was beautiful, long and thick with a huge head. My hand immediately surrounded it, my fingers barely touching and I began to stroke him ever so gently...hearing him moan was like music in my ears.

I pushed his pants down his legs and he kicked them off onto the floor. He reached for mine and did the same. I removed his shirt at the same time as he was pushing mine off of my shoulders. All of our clothes were scattered on the floor and we were facing each other completely naked. He nudged me towards the bed and I sat with my legs and feet off the edge as he stood in front of me. I reached for his hips and drew him closer to me. Holding the base of his cock between my fingers, I kissed the head; the tip of my tongue encircled it, feeling the soft, velvety, smoothness of the skin. He was holding my shoulders as I took more and more of his shaft into my mouth and sucked on it. I pulled him as far inside of my mouth as I could and while sucking started to pull my mouth away. I looked up at him watching himself going in and out of my mouth. My fingers were gently massaging his balls, giving them a slight squeeze every time his cock was buried in my mouth. 

After only a few moments, he pulled away and bent down to kiss me. It was a wonderful, deep, tender kiss filled with passion. Lowering himself to his knees between my outstretched thighs he kissed his way down my neck to my chest, stopping to tease and suck on my nipples. He took each one into his mouth, flicking the hard nub with his tongue and gently biting on it while his hand fondled the other one. I was holding his head between my hands, pulling my body backwards while he held one of my nipples between his teeth. The meeting of pleasure and a tiny bit of pain was exquisite. When he released my nipple from his mouth, it was red and swollen and ever so sensitive.

He pushed me backwards, so I was lying on the bed. He picked up my right foot and began sucking on my toes and kissing up my leg. When he reached my knee, he placed my foot on the edge of the mattress and lifted up the my left leg and did the same thing, placing my left foot far from my right and pushed my knees outwards, exposing my wet, swollen pussy to him. I grabbed two pillows and placed them under my head; I wanted to see, as well as feel everything he was doing to me. He used his tongue to trace a line from knee to my pussy. The wetness of his tongue and the coarseness of his beard against my inner thigh were so erotic. 

I was pushing my hips upwards, but he stayed away from my pussy until he had repeated the ritual on both of my legs. I was so wet; I could feel my juices between the cheeks of my ass. I reached down to pull his head towards my pussy, but he firmly pushed my hands away, telling me to relax and enjoy. He was smiling, knowing what he was doing to me and then I felt his fingers part my outer lips and using the flat part of his tongue, he placed it on my clit. The sensation was amazing. He took me to the edge of the world with his fingers and tongue, but wouldn't allow me to go over the edge. I would get so close, and then he'd pull back and reach for my nipples, pulling and pinching the red tips. This man was making me feel things that I'd never felt before and I didn't want it to ever end. 

Finally, I asked him to please stop; I wanted our first orgasms to be mutual, with him inside of me. The first time isn't a time for teasing and tantalizing, we'd waited too long to be together and I needed him to fill me with his cock. 

As he got to his feet, I scrambled to move up towards the top of the bed. He crawled up on towards me, separating my thighs and kneeling between them. He leaned down over me and looked directly into my eyes. My desire and passion was reflected in his eyes. His mouth covered mine and I felt the head of cock pressing against the opening of my pussy. I lifted my hips towards him, wanting him to enter me. There is no other feeling that compares to the way a cock feels when it first enters. He pushed in slowly and I could feel the head and then the shaft passing through my opening. My hands reached for his ass, trying to push him deep inside of me. I was so wet, so ready, there was no resistance at all. He pushed hard against me, filling me, then pulled out and back in again. It only took a few strokes before we had developed a rhythm.

Our breathing became laboured; he was sliding in and out of me with increased speed with every thrust. We could hear the suction noises and the sound of his balls hitting my ass as he lunged deep into me. He grabbed my knees and pushed them up towards my chest, getting as close to me as possible. I was pulling on my nipples, pulling them out and towards him. I felt the contractions starting, knowing that I was about to cum and told him how close I was. I reached for his arms, tightening my fingers around his forearms. He pulled himself back as far as possible with out coming out of me and then thrust deeply back inside of me. My orgasm began just as his body stiffened and he tightened his hold on me. I could see the tension release from his face as he spewed his cum into me.

Once our bodies began to relax, he lowered himself down on top of me, staying inside of me. Our lips met and we held each other until our breathing returned to normal. 

The thoughts going through my head were many, but foremost was the one that all the anticipation, and all of the waiting was worth every second to have had this kind of marvelous feeling of intimacy and closeness with him. 

He moved to lie beside me; my head was on his chest, one leg across his thigh, feeling the warmth from each other's bodies. Just reveling in the pleasure we'd both experienced and dreaming about what we were going to do next.



First Meeting



It was a warm summer's evening and still full daylight as I waited, nerves stretched to breaking-point, facing the bonnet of my car. I was fully, tinglingly aware, of the curious gazes of people coming and going in the pub carpark. I knew I must have looked rather strange, standing there, dressed as I was in outrageously tarty clothes. I was waiting to meet, at long last, the man who'd become the focus first of idle fantasies, then my dreams and finally, it seemed, every moment of my life both waking and sleeping. It had got to a pitch where I was at once desperate to meet him and dreading it at one and the same time. On the one hand I yearned for his touch, his tangible presence after months as no more than words on my monitor and a voice in my head. On the other hand, I felt so much in his thrall that I couldn't help worrying that meeting in the flesh would somehow dispel the magic that bound us. How could reality possibly measure up to the world we'd created in our minds?

Nevertheless, I had my instructions, precise, cool, simple enough and yet demanding... and here I was, of course, just as he knew I would be, obedient to his will. I was dressed exactly as he'd prescibed and the act of donning these garments in itself, clothing so far removed from anything I wore in my everyday life, had reduced me to a quivering mass of fear and desire. First I'd taken off the plain, conservative clothes I normally wore - long skirt, loose-fitting top, flat shoes - and then I had looked at myself naked in the full-length looking-glass in my bedroom. I saw myself through neutral eyes, and hoped I would not disappoint him. My skin was soft and creamy, but beginning to show the signs of age - there were stretchmarks, silvery, across my stomach, which was soft and round. Below that my cunt was freshly-shaven and the lips of my labia flowered prettily from my naked mons. I loved the look of my denuded cunt and knew that there was no way on earth he could fail to be moved by the sight of it. My large breasts hung lower than I might have wished.

Not for long, though, I thought, as I picked up the first item of clothing - a plunge black bra I'd bought especially for the occasion. I hooked it behind me and scooped my breasts into the cups. They fitted, just about, but a large amount was on view and the bra pushed them up and endowed them with an impressive-looking cleavage - so different from my usual undergarments... Next I put on my suspender belt, a flimsy affair of black lace.. Sitting on the sofa in my bedroom, I rolled the seamed black stockings up my legs and attached them to the suspenders. They were rather on the short side and when I pulled on my micro-mini skirt, the tops of them were clearly visible below the hem. Trying to see my rear view in the glass, I could see that from behind there was not just stocking-top on view but thigh too. Mind you, there was a good slice of thigh visible from in front also, because the skirt had a split at the front up the left thigh. On top I wore a skintight red stretch lace scoop-neck top, through which the bra and my breasts were clearly visible.

Finally, I put on high-heeled black patent slingback stilettos - a far cry from the shoes I normally wore and I hoped that I'd be able to walk on them when I needed to. However, I knew that he wouldn't mind if I looked unsteady on my feet - he'd said how he wanted to see me teetering on too-high heels, dressed and painted like a whore, when I came to meet him. I'd done the dressing - now for the paint... Usually I wore little if any make-up - I'm blessed with good skin, and a coat of pale pink lipstick is all I usually bother with. At night I might wear a slightly darker shade of pink and add a little brown shadow and a coat of mascara to my eyes - but tonight I knew I'd have to do it differently.

I tipped the contents of the bag of stuff I'd bought for tonight onto the bed. First I applied a heavy, beige makeup all over my face. It felt like a garment, like I was wearing a second skin attached to my own but it blanked out the colour of my cheeks and gave me a mask-like base. Next I put new colour on my cheeks, higher up - to me it looked like rather a hectic flush but the effect was not unappealing. I lavished thick black liner on my eyelids, winging the lines out and adding heavy dark shadow in the sockets. I coated my lashes over and over with mascara till they were impossibly long but thickly-clogged in clumps - the effect was distinctly trashy. And then I painted my mouth. I'd bought a flame-red lipstick, but first I outlined it, well beyond my usual lipline, with a red pencil. Then I filled in with the lipstick. When I'd finished I gazed at the unfamiliar creature looking back at me.

I didn't recognise myself and this was something of a relief. It was almost as if the woman going to meet what was, when you thought about it, a total stranger, was not myself but someone else. I wouldn't do such a foolish thing, of course not; but this creature in the mirror, this pathetically over-the-top caricature of a woman, well, she looked as if she'd do just about anything...yes, anything at all... Dressed and painted like a wank fantasy, at the whim of a man I'd never met. Looking at myself, my unfamiliar self, I felt my cunt melting with excitement. I knew what I was doing. This thing into which I'd turned myself was in fact at last a true indication of the woman I knew myself to be deep inside, the woman I'd spent my life till now suppressing. Tonight she was allowed out for the first time ever and yes, I thought, dressed like this, painted like this, I can and will do anything.

With head high, but clinging onto the banister for support, unused to the height of my heels, I'd gone downstairs, locked up and left the house. I'd driven the twenty miles to the pub to which I'd never been before. It was in a rough area of the city, frequented mainly by men, he'd said. He'd had to drive to it too, from a similar distance the other side. We were meeting in the carpark and his instructions had included not only the details of what I had to do when I got there but what, shortly after, I could expect him to do to me. 'You will arrive in time to meet me at 20.30,' the email had read. 'You will get out of your car which you will have parked bonnet outwards. You will stand still, facing the bonnet, and wait for me. I will approach you from behind. You are not to look round. You will say nothing but obey my instructions. When I tell you, you will bend over the car bonnet. You will raise your skirt at my command and display yourself to me. I will examine you and see if you are pleasing to me'. After all that, I wondered, what next... and after displaying myself, naked, in a public carpark, could anything else hold any terrors for me?

So here I now was, standing still, as still as I could, and waiting, waiting... I didn't know how long I'd been there. It had been 20.25 when I'd left the safety of my car. That felt like hours ago already yet had probably been no more than a few minutes. In that time, several cars had arrived and the people, mainly men, who'd got out had cast interested glances in my direction. I was aware of this out of the corner of my eyes. True to my instructions, however, I kept my gaze steadily forward and did not turn my head. I wondered what they made of me, dressed as I was, standing still as a statue. I wondered how long he'd keep me here like this, my legs beginning to tremble with the effort of keeping absolutely still on those precarious heels. I felt more naked, dressed in that shameful clothing, than as if I'd been stood there with nothing on at all. Seconds and minutes ticked by. I wished I was wearing a watch but that hadn't been included in the list of what I was to wear. I had no idea how much time was passing but I felt sure it must be close to nine o'clock; the sky was perceptibly darker, the daylight was fading fast. Did he mean to leave me here all night? Was he perhaps delayed, or - terrible thought - had this all been a joke at my expense and maybe he wasn't coming at all?

Just as this last, unworthy thought crossed my mind, I became aware of purposeful footfalls behind me. Definitely heading in my direction... but was it him? What if someone else, attracted by the signals my clothing was giving out, meant to take advantage of me first? I was almost deafened by the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears and felt a surge of nausea as adrenalin coursed through my system. The footsteps came to a halt behind me. Silence - but I could feel the warmth and solidity of his presence behind me, whoever he was. The silence lengthened, I felt my skin grow clammy with sweat but the heat and moisture in my cunt increased, I felt my thighs wet and slick with my juices.

'Bend over, whore' he said, suddenly - no greeting - but I recognised his voice, the sound that had thrilled me now for months. Immediately I bent forward over the bonnet of my car. 'Lift your skirt', he said. My skirt was so short that leaning forward as I was very little was left to the imagination but I reached behind me and lifted it up, obediently. I wondered if anyone was watching our performance but now that he was here, now that I could follow his instructions, I was filled with a sense of peace and purpose. All I had to do was to please him and that was easy - I only had to do as I was told. 'Spread your legs, I want to see your cunt open', he said and I spread my legs as wide as I could. I could feel the cool air on my hot, wet cunt and hear the slight slurpy noise as my labia opened so that he could view me.

I stayed like that, not knowing how close an examination he was giving me - I could not feel him any nearer me - and then I heard a soft snapping sound. The next moment I had to catch my lip not to cry out but could not avoid a slight grunt escaping me as I felt something cold and hard suddenly invade my anus. Whatever he was using to probe me with, he pushed it in and out of me hard several times before removing it. Blushing furiously, under my pancake make-up, I wondered how many men had witnessed this violation of me and at the thought that surely some had I could feel my cunt getting even wetter. 'Wank for me, whore' he now said. He knew perfectly well that this was not a position I would have chosen but I slipped my right hand between my legs and stroked the area just above my burning, hard clitoris. There was no way my clit could take being touched directly. As it was, the sensations flowing from my fingers and the image in my mind's eye of the degrading spectacle I was making of myself, spread-eagled half-naked over my car and moving my arse against my hand, fucking it, were almost enough to push me over the edge. He must have sensed this, because, 'Stop now, whore,' he said.' Stand up straight and turn around to face me'.

Slowly I straightened up, pushed my skirt down and even more slowly turned around to look at my Master. He had never sent me a photo so this moment was a strange one. I felt I knew him so well, and he knew me so well, yet this was the first time I'd have any idea what the man who ruled over me looked like. He was shorter than I'd expected - about the same height as me in my heels - somehow I'd imagined a physical giant of a man, in keeping with the extent of his sway over me. I got a brief impression of dark hair, dark eyes, a quizzical expression on his lips, clothing that was casual but expensive. But what mainly took my attention was the bright yellow rubber glove on his right hand. My gaze was drawn to it and as he saw me looking, smiling more broadly now, he slowly and deliberately drew it off and slipped it into his pocket. I wondered if the tide of blood flooding my cheeks was visible through the pancake make-up I was wearing. At least I now knew what he'd used to probe my arse with.

'Time for a drink, I think,' he said, taking my elbow and walking me towards the entrance to the public bar. 'You will speak only in answer to my questions, whore'. I nodded my head, fearing yet feeling exhilarated at the ordeal that lay ahead of me. Walking into a brightly-lit pub, dressed like a tart, beside a man whose every order I was pledged to obey - a man who, I knew well, would not balk at giving me orders he knew I would find uncomfortable. Indeed, it was as if he had some direct inner connection to my mind and knew exactly just what would cause me maximum discomfiture. I kept my eyes gazing unseeingly before me. I did not want to see what impact, if any, my appearance was having on the men in the bar. My Master led me to the counter and ordered a pint of beer for himself and a vodka and tonic for me. I hated vodka - I would have chosen gin - I expect he knew that... 'Turn and face the room, whore', he said, and obediently I turned. The pub was full - it was indeed nine o'clock by now as I could see from the large clock on the wall.

My Master was standing next to me but still facing the bar. He reached out with his right hand and slipped it under my skirt. 'Open your legs, whore' he said and, blushing furiously, conscious of the eyes of the men in the pub, I opened my legs, affording him better access to my cunt, which he immediately took advantage of. His thumb circling my hard, aching clitoris, he inserted his first and second fingers into my cunt and pumped them back and forth, back and forth, casually yet insistently. Because he was standing next to me, not covering my body with his, it was clear to all who saw what was happening to me. I could feel the boiling-hot tide of blood in my cheeks break through the pancake makeup, which felt as though it was starting to melt because of the heat of my skin. 'Your cunt is very wet, whore' he said, turning to smile at me. I looked back at him, wordlessly. He'd told me I could only answer questions - but he wasn't asking me any questions. Until he did, I had to stay silent.

He moved closer, pinning me against the bar while the rhythm of his finger-fucking increased, became harder and harder until he was slamming his hand in and out of me. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back, trying to stay silent although my breath was now coming quickly, pantingly, into my throat. I couldn't believe he was getting away with this, with what he was doing to me, so blatantly, in front of so many people. 'Open your eyes, whore' he said. 'In fact, look around you. See if you can catch anyone's eyes.' What he was telling me to do now seemed unthinkable. Slowly I opened my eyes, fighting back against the sensations he was arousing in me, and looked around the room. Most people were in fact studiously avoiding looking in our direction but a group of young men at one table were watching avidly, talking excitedly amongst themselves and making overtly obscene gestures as they evidently made jokes at my expense.

I gazed at them, challengingly, head held high, eyes flashing. Despite the tawdriness of my clothes, and the humiliating way in which I was being treated, I was my Master's chosen slave and had nothing to be ashamed of so long as I obeyed his orders. When they fell silent, I moved my gaze away, seeking out anyone else who might be prepared to meet my eyes. Yes, I was dressed like a pathetic caricature of a tart, yes, I was being fingered openly in public, I was behaving in a way that no woman of their acquaintance would countenance, but as an offering to my Master, because he desired it. While he was happy and satisfied with me, I knew I was behaving impeccably. Further over, in a corner, an older man was watching us more furtively. He would not meet my eyes but turned away as soon as my gaze challenged his. 'You see, my whore' said my Master. 'You have nothing to fear here from these men. They do not understand just what a pearl you are and how much I value you. Now follow me - you may suck my cock as a reward for the way you have obeyed my orders so far.'

Proudly I followed my Master to the men's lavatories at the back of the pub. He led me in despite the fact that one of the urinals was being used. 'On your knees, whore' he said, as if we were quite alone in there. The man relieving himself turned round in shock hearing my Master's words and sprayed urine everywhere. Serenely, I ignored him, falling to my knees at my Master's feet and as he unzipped his flies, took his cock in my hand and licked the precum that was trailing from its tip. Then I opened my mouth and enveloped him within. 'Harder, whore', he said, taking hold of my hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to jam my mouth down onto his cock. I gagged, but he let me take a breath before jamming my mouth down onto him once more. I was oblivious of the other man, who had washed his hands but had stayed to watch. 'Suck me harder, faster, whore' said my Master. It wasn't the long lazy way I liked to suck cock but no matter - it was what he wanted and I was eager to give him what he wanted. I moved faster and faster, sucking as hard as I could.

Suddenly he pulled back and watched in satisfaction as his cum spurted out all over my face and hair. I waited till he'd finished, not moving until he gave me permission to do so. Still I hadn't spoken. 'Thank you, whore,' he said. 'Now don't touch your face - I have marked you with my cum and when we go back into the bar everyone will know what we have been doing. Come, time for another drink.' He led the way back to the bar. As we turned to leave the Gents', I caught sight of my face in the mirror. My lipstick was smeared, my makeup ruined. A hectic flush all my own now reddened my cheeks and my eyes sparkled through rings of smudged mascara. My right cheek, ear, forehead and chin dripped cum and drops of it clung to my tousled hair. 'You look wonderful', he said, having noticed my consternation. 'Like the true fuck slut you are, my whore'.

He led me back to the bar and told me to sit on one of the high barstools, facing the pub, keeping my thighs parted at all times. I knew this meant that not only would everyone see me covered in cum but they would certainly see my cunt, open, wet, aching to be filled. He bought me another vodka - a double this time - and told me to drink up, he'd be back shortly. Then he left me... I told myself I was his whore, I had my orders and all I had to do was obey them. They were easy enough - sit still, keep my legs open, drink my vodka. But where had he gone and how long was he going to be? I took a big pull at my drink, hoping it would steady my nerves. I knew I was pleasing to him but wondered what he had in store for me now. Whatever it was, I hoped I would rise to the challenge.

Sitting there, displaying myself, my naked cunt, my face and hair dripping cum, my make-up smeary and ruined, knowing I looked every inch the pathetic whore I knew myself to be inside, knowing and seeing that perfect strangers were nudging each other and whispering about me, pitying me, lusting after me perhaps, wondering what had reduced me to the trashy-looking, well-used creature they saw before them, took all my resources. My hand trembled as I reached for my drink. I hoped my Master wouldn't be long - I felt desperately for his reassurance. I needed him by me in order to carry this off - needed his strong, approving, affirming presence. Then I saw him, talking to the tableful of young men who'd been laughing at me earlier and had continued to look insolently in my direction, particularly once he'd left me alone to face everyone without him. What's more, he wasn't alone - behind him lurked the bowed figure of the older man, the one who'd been watching me furtively from the shadows. As I watched, one of the young men rose from his seat, to the ribald cheers of the others, and all three men now headed in my direction.

My Master came up to me, the others making an uneasy pair behind him, and taking my hands he looked deep into my eyes. 'Come with me, whore - I desire to see you fucked and these two gentlemen have agreed to oblige me'. Wordlessly I gazed back at him - at his deep-set, dark, warm eyes. He knew I would not refuse him. Although my legs seemed to have turned to jelly, I slid down off the bar stool and ignoring the other men, but looking only at my Master, I followed them to the Gents once more. I felt numb with apprehension but at the same time could not refuse to acknowledge the leap of fire within me when he'd told me what he'd wanted. More than anything else, I just wanted to acquit myself with honour in my Master's eyes.




First Meeting



Once inside the Gents', my Master turned to me. 'On your hands and knees, whore', he said. Obediently I assumed that position and the men discussed how they would use me, their words passing over my head. I was not included in the discussion, I was merely the object they would use, and my Master sketched the rules and what he wanted to see, the two men deciding which of them would fuck me and in what way, deferring to him, eager to get started. I knelt there like an animal, waiting for them. The older man was suddenly behind me, pushing up my skirt. I could hear him unzipping his trousers and felt him fumbling between my legs. The next thing I felt was his cock probing for the entrance to my cunt. Wet and open as I was, he found no difficulty in penetrating me and quickly rammed himself inside, holding onto my hips and thrusting quickly and hard inside me. I looked up at my Master, who was smiling down at me. 'Good, my cheap little whore. You make such a pretty picture, you trashy little slut, letting yourself be fucked by a total stranger. The first of many, my dear. You told me you've had five lovers before now... By the time I've finished with you it'll be five hundred... you'll have lost count... you'll have been fucked by so many men that it'll seem no more important to you than sneezing. I'm going to make you into the whore you know you really are. And you can start by sucking this young man off while the other one is having his fun with you'.

The younger man didn't need to be told twice. Before I could draw breath, he'd positioned himself in front of me and thrust his hugely-swollen cock into my mouth. My Master said approvingly, 'I asked that group of men which of them had the biggest cock, and Gary here is apparently famous for the size of his member - deservedly so, I see. Make sure you gag her with it, Gary. I want to see her choke'. Gary held my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, trying to thrust himself down my throat. I couldn't help gagging, his cock was truly enormous, and felt my sense of self evaporate into the physicality of my being. I was a body, my cunt and mouth being used by strangers, I was being the whore I'd suppressed for so long. The thought alone was almost enough to make me cum but I knew that my Master would not allow it until he was ready.

I relaxed into what was happening to me. I writhed back against the man behind me and sucked the fat cock in my mouth with greater abandon. 'Yes, whore. Enjoy it. You love it, this is what you always wanted, isn't it?' A question... it penetrates through my abandoned body, my open, fucking, sucking body, to my brain. Of course it is hard to speak but I take my mouth away from Gary for long enough to gasp out my first words of the evening, 'Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir - it's what I've always wanted, Sir'. Gary takes firmer hold of my head and jams his cock back into my throat, moaning as he pumps his cum deep into me, jet after jet after jet. The other man withdraws and spurts all over my arse. I kneel there as the two men adjust their clothing and return to the pub. My Master looks down at me, cum dripping from my arse and a little trickle of it running from my mouth where I didn't quite manage to swallow all of Gary's load. 'Stand up, whore', he says and I stagger unsteadily to my feet. He takes me in his arms and strokes my hair, wet with sweat and beaded with cum, back from my face.

He pushes my skirt down over my sticky arse and holds me close, gazing into my eyes again. His fingers slide into my dripping cunt and gently he strokes around my clit with feather-light fingers. 'I loved seeing you taken like that, whore. And you loved doing it and having me watch you. You really are a slutty little cunt and I think we have a great future together.' He increased the pressure around my clit and I moaned, unable to help myself, unable to stay silent. He smiled. 'Yes, you have my permission to cum, whore.' At last... I gave myself up to it as my orgasm broke over me in waves of pleasure. He held me tightly with one arm while the fingers of his other drew from me the most exquisite sensations of pleasure, the sweetest, strongest cum I'd ever experienced. I could not have said whether I was standing or lying, which way was up and had it not been for him supporting me, I'm sure I should have fallen. I shuddered and twitched in the throes of it for what seemed like ages. Eventually the waves receded and I clung onto him, utterly spent. He removed his hand from my cunt and sucked his fingers. 'Delicious, whore', he said, smilingly. 'And if you are a good girl, you never know.... next time, or maybe the time after that, I might even fuck you myself. Would you like that, you filthy little slut?' 'Oh yes, Sir' I responded fervently, with every fibre of my being. 'I can think of nothing I'd like better'.



First Meeting



Our first meeting and I was so excited to finally meet the one I have been talking with for so long. His car pulls in beside mine and my heart jumps. All I can think is.....There he is! After all this time, we are now in the parking lot of Day's Inn and soon we'll be in each other's arms making wild and passionate love, oh my heart is pounding! 

We walk to the desk and ask for a room with two double beds, being able to go from one bed to the other as our love making mounts on and up to a possible frenzy. After both our long day's travel we decide we want to take a shower together. Being in a hot steamy shower, soaping up each other's bodies, getting so slippery and sliding our bodies against each other. Kissing, hands roaming over the other, my arms around you as your hand goes to my cunt and slide your fingers over my labia, stopping at my clit and lightly tickling. Feeling it pulse just a little with each touch of your fingers. Sliding one then two of your fingers in me very slowly. Long, deliberate thrusting, in and out your fingers penetrate and each time I shudder as you slide them. So slowly, you slide your fingers in and I coo while you watch my face as my eyes open to look at you then close to feel each movement. You slide a finger in my ass and I coo louder. Feeling your fingers in both my holes and I begin to shake. While you finger fuck both my love openings you are passionately kissing me and I am holding on to you that I can steady myself because I have started spinning. 

Steading me against the wall of the shower you go down to lick at my juices that have covered your fingers when you place your tongue against my clit then slide inside me and I give out a little scream. Moaning and trembling while you slowly drive me sexually crazy. More and more you shower my pussy with your tongue as you continue to finger fuck me while my senses are tingling in the sexual excitement. I feel that inner stirring I get every time I feel myself about to explode from within. Oh, he is driving me crazy and I feel I am going to cum with tidal wave force. He urges me on and........OH GOD, I AM!

“Please go on, don’t stop, make me cum!! NOW!! OH YES! NOW! I’M CUMMIINNGG YES YES I’M CUMMIINNGGGG!!!” Moaning, screaming “ooooooooooo YES YES YES!!!!!!”

I’ve cum and I am shaking uncontrollably!! My breathing has turned to panting, my heart is pounding in my chest, my head is spinning and I am so light-headed. 

You have become so hard, your cock is throbbing that it almost hurts. Turning me around you hold one of my legs up and apart enough to slide your cock into my pussy. Deliberately you pump me, then beginning to pump harder as I am hugging the wall while you drive your hardened cock into me deep enough to cause me to pant for breath. Driving, pumping, harder you penetrate me, we both are leaving our senses and minds have soared into impending oblivion. Then it's there our explosion.....your hot cum has shot into me and mine has gone to meet yours to be then driven back inside me with intense force. Shaking you put your arms around me that we both may steady ourselves and feel our closeness. Our love lust will only grow as we have much more in mind when we move to the bedroom.

Leaving the shower, we towel dry each other, feeling both refreshed and exhausted at the same time. We decide to order in that we may continue to enjoy each other in private and relax over our meal. Our meal comes with a bottle of red wine and candle to make our first time together even more special. You are in a robe and I in one of my chemises that I am fond of wearing. As we sit and eat our Italian dinner and sip our wine we’ve decided on, we talk and learn more about each other’s whims, desires, and wants. From that we’ve learned light bondage is something of a fascination to us and decide we will incorporate that with our next love making.

Finishing our meal and feeling more familiar with each other, we move to the bed. We are both thinking now is the time to go with our fantasy. First though, I have taken off my chemise and put on black thigh high stockings, heels, and choker around my neck. It is then you take charge and lay me on the bed to tie my wrists to the top bed posts and my ankles to the bottom posts. I am spread to you with all the desires you have dancing in your mind to act out. You get out a blind fold that you did not know if you were going to use for our first meeting but are delighted to know it is going to have it’s chance to enhance our sexual delight. Placing it over my head to cover my eyes, I am now in the dark and under your complete control. 

As I lay there I hear you rustling about in the room but await your return which you are in no hurry to do. Which is now building my excitement at the way you have decided to tease me in making me wait. I have become wet and chills go through my body waiting and then I feel light touches of you. Starting at my ankles your hands begin to travel up my legs slowly, lightly and little tremors have overtaken me. Feeling your hands and then your tongue glide up the inside of my legs to my thighs, passing briefly over my love zone to my stomach and then on and up to my breasts, where you stop to suck on my nipples as they have become erect and hard. Slowly you run your tongue around my full breast and teasingly you take each nipple into your mouth to suck and cause my body to tremor more. You stretch your hands out over my extended arms and then back down to caress my breasts. 

By now I have become so wet that my juices have dropped onto the sheets beneath my backside. Oohh, I feel you move down my stomach to my waiting pussy that is now extremely wet! I am so lubricated from my own juices that you easily slide one.......two fingers inside me.

“Oh, Don, more, drive me crazy. Please!” I cry out.

“Quiet!” you tell me. “Feel what I do and do as I say.”

I obey and as you continue. While still having your fingers inside me, you go down to take my clit in your teeth lightly and suck on it as it is swelling. More and more you penetrate your fingers in me and suck on my clit and I feel myself getting ready to explode from your attention. 

Sensing this you tell me, “Not yet.”

My control is at it’s limit as you continue to entice me but I obey as well as I can. On and on you play with me and I am now shaking as wildly as my restraits will allow until I finally scream out:

“Please let me cum!!! I can’t hold back anymore!!”

Finally you say, “Cum for me, baby, cum for me.”

And none too soon, for just as you say that, I EXPLODE from within and all my womanly juices flow from me in a rush.

“OH MY GOD!” I scream. “Don, I’m cumminnggg! Feel what is happening! TASTE ME, PLEASE!!!” “Aaaaaahhhhhh” screaming.

Lapping up all that has come from me, I am shaking furiously from the explosion. You then hold me to calm me a bit before we continue. 

When my body has calmed just enough to allow me to breath and be somewhat more in control of my senses, you start again to caress me. However, I am already tingling, since I am not yet completely down from my explosion. You know I am very wet now as it is and tell me:

“You will now play with me, my dear Carol.”

With my blindfold still on, I feel you move up on my body, until I feel your cock at my lips. Rubbing your hardened, throbbing member over them as I open my mouth to let my tongue dance over your blood filled head and shaft. On my lips, my chin and cheeks I can feel you rub your cock to tease me.

“Open your mouth my Darling. You are going to love my cock and taste me.” Even though your voice was gentle, it was also firm.

I obeyed willingly. Opening my mouth to allow you in, you slide yourself in so exacting. Precum has already lubricated your opening and I taste your manly nectar. I suck on you as though creating a suction that you can’t, or perhaps more so, do not wish to leave. My mouth is so wet and hot that your excitement increases and you begin pumping harder and faster. But what you have in mind is to cause that ultimate orgasm that you just know you can do to me. So rather than to cum in my mouth explosively, you decide to tease and just a expel small amount of your sticky cum in to allow me to taste you and cause me to shiver with overpowering emotions. As you do shoot your cum into me I moan loudly and swallow your flow. To then have you withdraw from my mouth and trail your cock down between my breasts leaving a path of cum down to my waiting pussy.

Rubbing your cock along my labia and touching it lightly to my clit, I feel myself swooning with your gentle touch.

“Now my Dear, you are going to feel what I wanted to give you for so long!” Your voice being very firm in saying that.

The head of your cock is at my opening pushing my pussy lips apart and then YOU THRUST!

Oh my God, you went in so deep I thought I was going to explode immediately! Pumping me, harder and faster I am writhing on the bed to meet your thrusts so deep inside me. The harder you pump the more my juices have emitted from me causing it to be so very wet where I lay. And then we feel it!! Both of us are to our peak excitement.

Low moans and sounds are emanating from your throat as your flow of semen is starting it’s course. I am giving out light screams at first as my orgasm is building until I scream OUT LOUDLY:

“Don, Don, I’M CUMMINNGGG!!! OH MY GOD I’M CUMMINNGGG”

On hearing me, you burst with fire and shout, “TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR CUNT!” 

“AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH”

Both screaming and yelling in unison as we explode almost violently. Oh God what ecstasy! How good to feel that bombardment of our juices mix and the closeness that we feel to each other. Our minds dancing through spans of time and our bodies so connected, we feel time has stood still just for us. Shakes and little after shocks rock our bodies as we start to calm. You take off my blindfold to let me see you and untie my arms and legs which then allow me to hold you so close to me.

You say to me, “This was our first love making but our First Meeting is not over.”



First Meeting



I was in the room when I heard you knock on the door, my heart started racing with excitement as I walked to the door. Looking around making sure that the Music was on, the flowers were on the bed, the wine setting in the ice in the sink and all 7 of the candles were lit throughout the room. Seeing all was ok I reached of the door and opened it. There you stood before me, after talking to you so much I see the sweet, sensual woman that writes those words I read across the screen. 

Reaching out and taking your hand I help you through the door, looking into your soft green eyes as I wrap my arms around you pulling you close as I slowly lean down and kiss your sweet lips, my tongue parting them as it finds yours, even at this moment I can feel the heat and passion in you. As we back up still locked in a deep passionate kiss, I kick the door closed. My hands roam across you back and down across your sweet ass, gently squeezing it closer to me. 

As I break from your lips I tell you how glad I am that you came. You tell me how glad you are too. I pour us 2 glasses of wine as we sit on the edge of the bed, you look around your eyes like what the see, your nose loves what you smell, as you turn and pick up the rose I had laying on the bed for you. As you look at it I set my glass down and knell on the floor before you, leaning back I slide my hands down across your legs picking them up and setting them in my lap as your I look into your eyes, sliding your shoes off and massaging your cute toes after such a long drive. 

Sliding them back up and across your thighs. As I start massaging and caressing them I look up at you, asking how your drive was? As my hands slide up and across your hip I slide them under your top at the waist. My hands touching your soft smooth skin for the very first time. As they slide up across your back I lightly kiss your lips over and over again as I slide them up slowly removing your top. As I toss it over on the chair I see you got the top to the Leopard skin bottoms Mmm and they unhook in the front, as my hands slide around to your hips I kiss down across your cheeks, nibbling your ear, my tongue teases you, sliding down your neck, kissing down across your breast. 

My tongue slides across the top of your bra, down into your sweet cleavage kissing up across the other as I slide my hands up and unsnap the front releasing them, as the top hangs across each of them, as I slide my tongue across them pushing the top from them, the tip of my tongue touches the tip of your nipple. As I circle it around it I reach for the wine, dripping it on top of your breast as it rolls down across it and down to your hard nipples. I wrap my lips around them, mmmmm so hard they are, and covered in wine they are so good. As I help you stand I stay knelled in front of you as now I am even with your waist. 

As I reach up I slowly undo your pants, the zip them down slowly the first sight of what I have see for so long is just inches before me. As I slide you pants off over your hips I just have to squeeze that sweet ass as I feel it under my hands. Leaning over I kiss your navel, circling it and probing it with my hot wet tongue, as I slide your pants on down and off you. As you sit back down I look back in your eyes, I can see the passion building in them. 

As I stand I slide my Harley shirt someone got me off, as you lean forward you undo my belt, and unsnap my pants, mmmm slowly unzipping them, as you slide them down across me, steeping out of my boots them my pants I stand before you in just my Harley boxers. As your hands grab the back of my legs I feel them so warm and so soft, I am going to love every minute they touch me. As you slide them up my thigh the disappear under my legs as you slide them up squeezing my ass. Dam that feels good. As you slide them around to the front I feel your first touch on my cock now getting hard enough to slide it's way out of the fly in the shorts, one of your hands grabs it at the base as the other cups and caresses my balls. My knees are weak as your touch seems to go all through me. 

As you lean forward you kiss it your tongue sliding around it as your hands squeeze it. You pull my shorts down as I then step out of them. That was just a sample of what's to come, As you lean back I kneel again in front of you as my hands slide up your smooth tanned legs and across you, As I lean down just inches from what I have seen only in pictures, I kiss your sweet mound covered by your sexy leopard skin bottoms, as I slide my tongue across them I can feel the heat from you, and can feel the wetness through them. 

Sliding my tongue up and down across it your swollen wet lips just under the material. As I kiss, lick and nibble down to your inner thighs. sliding my tongue and lips all over them. Stopping and seating back I hook my fingers in your waistband as I slowly slide them down as you lift that sweet ass and I slide them across it, down your legs and off your feet. Kissing at your knees and working back up across your thighs my arms resting on them. Leaning down I slide my tongue through your soft, silky hair, so smooth and also so very wet. 

Your legs spread a little more as my tongue drags across your clit before sliding down, barley touching your lips, Dam your juices taste so good, you were right. Standing and sliding down on the bed next to you my hips up buy your head my head so close to your hips as you slide up and on top of me, your legs straddled across me as I slide my hands up and across your ass, your sweet juices I can see on your lips, waiting to be sucked off.

As I slide my tongue between those sweet lips, I feel your hands wrap around my hard cock and your lips slide over and down it. The feeling was so intense that I slid my tongue deep into you and pulled your ass down on me driving my tongue deeper into you as I feel your tongue deep in your mouth teasing my cock. As I slid my tongue from between your sweet lips I take them in there and suck and nibble them, rolling them between my lips. 

I can feel your nipples sliding across me as you raise and lower on my cock, you hands gently squeezing my balls, then you really do it as you slide my cock from your lips pulling it back toward my body and slide your tongue down it licking and kissing it down to my balls your tongue sliding across them, gently teasing them. You can feel the head of it throbbing, pulsing against your check as the precum oozes out of it, I slide my finger between your lisps I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking it into my mouth, my tongue teasing the head of it and I feel your muscles tense around it actually sucking it into you.

As I feel that you hands grab my ass and you take all my cock deep into you and you can feel the first loads of cum deep in your throat just as I at the same time feel your hot cum running freely across my fingers which I remove and replace with my hard hot tongue deep inside and feel you cum running across it and into my waiting mouth as I continue to lick and suck you till I can feel no more of your sweet juices, and you continue draining my cock, sucking every drop from it, breaking from each other yes we are glad we came. 

The night is still ahead.



First Meeting



School Clerk by day, Erotic Writer by night. That was one of the first ways he used to describe me. I found some humor in that, it brought a smile to my face. I had shared with him my first story.

But there was also so much more, and he wanted to get to know that part of me. I found him tempting too… his voice, his gentleness, his fantasies. We hadn’t known each other long. We met sometime around the holidays while playing online Backgammon. The usual questions and answers, and then the realization that we lived in the same county.

It reached the point where we wanted to hear each other, and try a new way of communicating more intimately. And that we did. On a Friday afternoon we chatted to each other over the phone. We were both home alone, both comfortably naked in our beds. Our hands sweeping our bodies as we spoke of our wants and desires, our minds becoming flooded with passion and fervor. 

He wanted to meet. I was hesitant. We both had spouses, and children. But there was a definite attraction for us both, that fact could not be hidden. He had a suggestion, I was open. What if we were to meet in a dark hotel room, arrive separately and never see each other’s faces? Only our bodies would meet, leaving our minds free of any intimacy or guilt. Would it work? We decided to go for it.

He picked the hotel, something nice, but discreet, out of the way where we most likely wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. I was to arrive first, pick up a key and let myself in. That morning and the night before, I had been a bundle of nerves. The anticipation, the excitement of what was to come, I was definitely getting caught up in it. I packed a bag with some of my favorite scents, I knew I’d want to shower once I got there. I also tossed in a few necessities, but I was so unsure of what I’d need, especially since it was going to be dark, and of course, no clothing. I threw in my new little travel candle.

I arrived at the hotel, picked up the key, and let myself into the room. It was the typical hotel room… queen bed, two chairs, a small table, dresser, television. But on the table was an arrangement of flowers, a chilled bottle of wine, two wineglasses and a small basket of treats. There was also an envelope. I reached for the envelope as I set down my purse and bag. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened it. Inside was a card. The front was simple, an embossed flower. Inside was a note from you. It read:

“Dear Rachel, If you’re holding this note, then I guess you’ve come. I’m happy you’re here. I’ve set up the wine for you, and the goodies, please help yourself. If you’re nervous, I hope this will help. Take your time to get ready, I’ll be there at 1:00pm. I can hardly wait Rachel, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I held it in my hands and looked at the clock. I had 45 minutes. I placed it back on the table, smelled the intoxicating flowers, and opened the wine bottle. I poured myself a glass, slipped off my sandals, picked up my bag, and carried it to the bath with me. 

Once there, I ran the water and slipped off my clothes. The water felt relaxing against my tense body. I needed to relax. I soaped the sponge and started to lather myself. The lovely scent drifted around me. My thoughts began to change from nervousness to anticipation. I smoothed the sponge up along my legs, my thoughts imagining how your touch would feel on them. Then caressing my neck, chest, and then my breasts with it. I could feel myself growing more aroused with each stroke. 

As I patted myself dry, I continued to sip at my wine. I gathered my clothes together and placed them near my bag. I walked around the room naked, over to the closed curtains, and stood looking at the bed. I wondered how dark the room would be with no lights on. I flicked the switch. It was dark; the curtains apparently were lined. I switched the light back on and took my travel candle from my bag. I set it on the table and lit it, then again switched the light off. That was better. Still dark, but a faint glow to warm the room. I poured you a glass of wine, set it on the nightstand, crawled under the covers, and scooted to the center of the bed.

I was thinking how quiet it was, wondering if I should maybe turn the radio on when I heard someone at the door. I froze. As the door opened the light from the hall flooded the entrance, then turned dark again as the door closed. “Rachel?” 

“Yes?” was all I could manage. I could hear your walking closer; I could hear you breathing. In the faint light of the candle, I could see your image. You were undressing, first slipping off your shoes, then your pants. I couldn’t move, I lay so still. Then your shorts, and last lifting your shirt over your head. You stood there for a minute, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the candle. Light enough to see outlines, but not light enough to see detail. You slipped into the bed.

Your hands found me fast. I felt them encircle my waist, pulling me closer to you. Our bodies now close enough to almost touch, but not quite. “I want to kiss you Rachel,” you said. And at once our mouths are together, our tongues feeling, tasting, and lingering. I feel one of your hands sliding down my side, resting upon the back of my thigh, then pulling me against you. My body molds itself against yours. Then comes this desire within me, I feel myself wanting only to be yours. Your kisses are so deep, your hands feeling me, wanting to know me. 

My hands reach for your head, my fingers lightly playing with your hair. It’s so soft. They travel towards your face and trace every angle, curve and feature. They try to read you. My mouth moves from your mouth to leave a trail of kisses along your cheek, close to your ear. It finds your ear and slowly laps at it, poking my tongue inside and sucking on your earlobe. I feel your breath on my neck, and I feel our bodies trying to touch wherever possible. 

Then you lift me. I feel you move underneath me and scoot me so I’m resting on top of you. I straddle over you try to see your eyes, but it’s dark. You reach up and once again we kiss, this time your hands cupping my breasts and your thumbs tracing my erect nipples. You begin to lightly squeeze them, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hands rest on your chest and shoulders, feeling how broad and muscular they are. My eyes try so hard to see what it can’t. I think to myself the only way to ‘see’ this body is to use my other senses… taste, scent and touch.

I being to slink downwards, my mouth kissing down your throat. My tongue strokes you, tasting your flesh as if it were edible. Using deliberately slow movements, I travel downwards, kissing your sides, feeling your ribs and the flatness of your stomach. I feel your hands on my shoulders; I hear your breathing becoming heavier. My hands find yours and softly caress and stroke them as my mouth continues on its wanderings. I stop to linger at the area between your navel and the lower hair, my favorite part. My tongue swirls, and my lips press soft kisses into you. Was that a moan I heard?

As my hands leave yours, we make eye contact as you peek down to see what’s next. Our eyes search, trying to sense what is within. I break the gaze and turn my attention to your erect cock. There it is, at complete attention, demanding some of it’s own. It easily slips into my hand, and take a moment in admiration of it. Softly breathing against it, I invite you in my mouth, and begin embracing you, sucking you, pulling you into myself. I feel you hips rise as you are overcome with the sensation. Your hands take hold of my hair and the feel of your hands tempt me to pleasure you more. My hands cup around your balls and the base, softly kneading and petting. 

You’re moaning and breathing are showing me how much you’re enjoying this. I feel your legs straighten and tighten with each flick of my tongue. I am also enjoying this, I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused and I begin a rhythm with my body movements, my body starting to yearn. You must sense this because you hold my head still and take a deep breath. You begin to sit up and take my shoulders in you hands and coax me to stop. I release you from my mouth and look up at you. Again our eyes meet in the dimness of the room, and you smile. I smile back. Some words are shared and we move about. Now it’s me lying on the bed, with you above. 

Your kisses are so deep, so searching. The feel of your body on mine is so warm, I feel every nerve in my body awakening. Your hands find mine and you raise them up and out to the edges of the bed, continuing to kiss. Your knee easily pries my thighs open and you rest it pressing against the wetness. Then I’m lost in the sensation of your mouth moving and tasting me everywhere. First my face, neck, ears. Moving downwards to my shoulders, chest and arms. Your mouth feels so hot when it latches onto my breast, your tongue biting and teasing at my nipple. My body responds, my breathing becomes heavy, moans escaping unconsciously. My hands, still in yours, ache to reach around and hold you close. 

After a time you continue, caressing and feeling, wanting to know my body, as I wanted to know yours. You feel my thighs, running your hands down my legs. Your touch sends shudders within me. Then you bring your hand back between my legs and your fingers slowly explore the wet opening. You tease me gently, my body aches for more, and the next sensation of your tongue probing is enough for me to almost lose control. I reach for you head with my hands as I try to press myself against you. I’m getting lost in the pleasure of it all. Moans filling the air, my body responds to your touch, and I feel about to explode. All of a sudden your touch is faster against me and you bring me to an amazing orgasm. I lay there breathless and spent, still feeling the waves of passion ride through me. 

Then you’re on top of me, entering yourself into me. You fill me easily, holding still as you realize how close we now are. And then you begin a rhythm of movement, pushing yourself deep into me, pulling out, and returning for more. I grasp at you from within, wanting to keep you there, and this seems to make you grind harder against me. Before I know it, you’ve pulled yourself out and are rolling me onto my stomach. You kneel between my legs, grab my hips and pull them up to meet you. Again you slip yourself into me from behind. I lean down and love the feel of what you’re doing to me. One of your hands circles around to my front and as you thrust yourself into me, you finger my clit. Both of us are panting, moaning. Just as I cum again from your touch, you burst inside me and I feel your hot cum fill me. 

We lay together holding each other and resting. No words are spoken, only quiet kisses are exchanged between us. After awhile, you’re the first to rise. I watch as you dress in the dimness of the room. You lean down to kiss me, it’s hard to say goodbye. My eyes follow your movement to the door, and lower as you walk out. I’m left alone with my mind already trying to remember each moment. 

As I leave the hotel and drive away in my car, I glance at the flowers beside me. My mind searches to picture your face, but all that floods back are the feelings of touch. The sun is going down, and I’m wishing it hadn’t been dark.



First Meeting



Copyright 2000. By Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.

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Paul stood at the entrance to the old pier looking nervously about. Between ten and ten-thirty they had agreed. It was nearly twenty-five past already. Why had he not asked for a photo? Then at least he could keep a look out. He felt as nervous as he had on a blind date a friend had set him up with a girl in his teens. He wouldn't see them again. Thirty years had passed since he could have called himself a teenager.

He looked around again.

What had got him into this?

He was a married man for fuck's sake. 

Standing here on a dark, grey November's morning trying to hold in his belly and hoping that the wind had not totally uncovered his balding pate.

There was a man standing on the corner of the café on the far side of the entrance. He wore a short coat, open at the front to display his 'v'-necked sweater and open collar shirt, light coloured slacks and brown shoes. He carried a plastic carrier bag.

Paul suddenly wished he'd worn something smarter than his old Army combat jacket. He would wear something distinctive they had agreed in one of their many e-mails. Why had he agreed that Suzie would have the right to choose if they should meet in person?


No. He knew the reason for that. He was nearing fifty and Suzie, he still didn't know his given name, was hardly out of his twenties. 

The man hesitated, then walked towards him.

"Hi, it's Paul isn't it? It's been a long time."

Their agreed introduction.

"Hi," Paul replied, taking the offered hand. It felt soft and small compared with his own. He released it. "Would you like a coffee?"

He could do with something stronger.

They crossed in front of the pier entrance and entered the café. At the counter Paul ordered two coffees, paid for them and carried them to the table where Suzie sat.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," Paul said under his breath, "I could understand if you hadn't."

"I was just nervous," he smiled, " I almost came over a few times but didn't have the courage then I saw you looking at your watch and thought you were going to leave."

His voice trailed off.

Paul sipped his coffee and looked at the young man sitting opposite. Neatly trimmed hair, blue eyes and a thin face. He thought of how he had looked when he had studied himself in the mirror that morning after his wife and kids had left for work and college. A head showing more skin than hair. A round face, reddened with too many years of drinking. He had bigger breasts then some girls and a belly that would never fit inside his trousers again.

He'd looked at his prick in the mirror. He seldom saw it in the flesh anymore unless he sucked his belly in. A number of women and two men had commented about it in the past. It wouldn't win any prizes for length or girth but looked good. Some cocks are ugly, his wasn't.

He'd turned and, looking over his shoulder had pulled open his ass cheeks to reveal the pile by the side of his anus.

It must have come from too many years sitting behind a desk. It couldn't have come from anything else. Only one man had known him there and that was only once many years before. He would never forget that first time. Lying on his side on his friend's bed while his wife was at work with his leg raised feeling the tip of the prick banging against his hole as if asking permission to enter. The sharp stab of pain as he was penetrated to be replaced by a warm glow as it was thrust in and out. The slapping of skin against skin as his lover had speeded up and the last thrust deep inside him as he emptied his balls.

Suzie was saying something.

"Do you want to go somewhere?"

The moment had come. The chance to get out of it if he wanted too.

"Yes," he found himself replying.

The butterflies started again as he followed Suzie from the café.

"Shall we take your car?" Suzie asked as they walked towards where a row of cars was parked along the sea front. "You know your way around this area better than me."

Paul stopped by an old blue Ford and turned the key in the door lock. There was a popping sound as the locks released. He held the open the door while Suzie slipped inside.

He was so young and good looking, Paul thought as he made his way around the car to the driver's side and climbed in, what can he see in me? Paul started the engine, engaged 'D' and they drove back past the pier and up onto the old coast road. Paul paid the toll to the old man with the bag on his shoulder and took the private road. The rain was starting to fall heavily. He switched the windscreen wipers on and glanced down at Suzie's crotch. Was that a lump he could see? After two miles there was a dirt turning up into the trees and he indicated and pulled into the secluded parking area. 

There was one other car parked a short distance away. It drove off almost immediately. A woman in the front seemed to be adjusting her clothing and the man's shirt was unbuttoned down the front.

"They needn't have left on our account." Suzie remarked.

Paul turned to him.

"Oh. Does that mean we are not going to do anything?"

He almost felt relief.

"I didn't say that." Suzie reached across and took Paul's hand. "I told you. I need you to make the first moves."

"I know. It's just that it has been so long and I'm not sure."

"Not sure you want me?"

Paul looked again at Suzie's crotch.

"I want you," Suzie continued.

"I need a piss." Paul pulled his hand free and, stepping out of the car walked behind a nearby tree.

He unzipped his trousers and took out his prick. It was nearly hard. He managed to piss with difficulty and stroked it three times before putting it away.

What should he do? He was here. Suzie was all right. Very pleasant in fact. He was everything and more than he imagined from their many emails. It was he. It was just nerves. He could hardly wait another twenty-five years for another chance. It wasn't as if he was with a total stranger. They'd e-mailed many times. They knew each other's thoughts and fantasies. Also, he wasn't being fair to him. 

He got back into the car. Suzie's eyes were red. There were tears in them.

Without thinking he placed his arm around him and pulled his head onto his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I was just being stupid." He said.

Suzie placed his hand behind Paul's head and pulled his lips towards his own. They kissed. Slowly, awkwardly at first, then as there lips relaxed and parted, with fervour. Paul pushed his tongue into Suzie's mouth searching for his own. He found it, pointed and hard. It pushed back then swirled around his own. 

Paul pulled his head back and breathed deeply. He hadn't kissed anybody like that in years.

He ran his fingers gently down the side of Suzie's face.

Suzie caught hold of his fingers as they started to make their way towards his lap.

"Not yet," he said, looking around, "are we safe here?"

"The weather will keep most folks away," Paul answered, looking himself.

"Turn your head away," said Suzie "I want to do something."

Paul turned his head and starred at the entrance to the parking area listening to the sounds and feeling the movements coming from the seat next to him. 

"It's all right," said Suzie "you can look now."

Paul turned. Gone was the jumper and trousers. Suzie wore a pale green silk blouse and a short, blue, pleated skirt. He could see the swellings of breasts beneath the blouse and outline of bra straps. His legs were covered in black nylon and he wore black court shoes.

"Do I look alright," Suzie asked nervously.

"You look great," said Paul, leaning over and kissing him gently on the lips.

Susie smiled and looked down at Paul's fingers as they unbuttoned his blouse. He cupped one of his breasts through the material of his bra.

"They're not real I only wish they were."

"Never mind," said Paul, running his finger around his navel. "They look good."

Paul put his arm around his back and pulled him close, their heads resting against each other's. Paul placed his hand on one of Suzie's knees and waited for a reaction.

"Go on," Suzie breathed turning his head and kissing Paul's cheek.

Paul's fingers moved between Suzie's thigh, forcing them apart slight and started moving slowly towards his crutch. They reached the tops of his stocking and paused.

They kissed again. Deep and slow.

His hand moved onto the bare flesh between stocking top and panties. They broke the kiss and Paul glanced quickly around then down to Suzie's skirt.

"Can I look?" He asked huskily.

"Of course," was Suzie's reply as he lifted his bottom from the car seat and held his skirt above his waist.

Paul looked down and the brief white panties and the bulge they struggled to contain.

"Lift again," he whispered slipping his hand inside the elastic at the top and easing them down and off.

He looked down at Suzie's prick. It was about six inches long and just under two fingers wide. He worked the foreskin back and forth, covering and exposing his little hole. It was very hard and warm. He thought briefly of fitting a condom on it but, if he was to believe anything that Suzie had told him so far and as far as he could tell he hadn't lied to him about anything, he wouldn't need that protection. If they went further it might be different.

Licking his lips Paul lowered his mouth and kissed the top of Suzie's prick and listened to his groan of pleasure. Opening his lips he slowly allowed the head of Suzie's prick to enter his mouth. Lifting his head he almost released it before taking it back inside all the time working the base of the prick with his fingers.

Suzie ran his fingers through his hair and started lifting his hips in time with his movements. Paul could feel his prick growing inside his mouth. He heard his breathing change then felt the contractions at the base of the prick beneath his fingers before his mouth was filled with cum.

He waited until Suzie had finished and his prick had started to soften before lifting his head and sitting up.

They kissed briefly then Paul looked around as Suzie's fingers fumbled with the zip on his trousers. His prick was growing by the time Suzie had it out and with a few strokes of Suzie's hand was fully hard.

"It's nice." Suzie said as he lowered his mouth.

Paul reached behind Suzie and squeezed one of his ass cheeks before running a fingertip between them and onto his anus. He could feel the pressure building inside his balls as Suzie worked on his prick with his hands and mouth. He rubbed harder at his anus. Suzie groaned out loud. His placed his hand on the back of Suzie's head, as his breathing became erratic. He lifted his hips. He wanted Suzie to take more of his prick. He did. 

Paul held his breath as his prick started to pump his cum into Suzie's mouth. Then he released it with a sigh when he had finished.

Suzie kept working his foreskin back and forth as he licked Paul's little hole, seeking any last drops. He swallowed twice as he lifted his head and kissed Paul on the lips. They could both taste the salt of his cum.

Paul reached down the side of Suzie's seat and turned the knob that lowered the seat back. When it was fully flat he kissed Suzie's nose and said, "Kneel down."

Suzie hesitated, looking around through the steamed up windows listening to the rain beating on the roof of the car. 

Without a word, just a smile, he arranged himself on all fours with his ass uppermost. Paul knelt in the well in front of his seat and pulling apart his cheeks looked down at his tight brown hole.

Paul lowered his face and kissed first one cheek then the other then licking along his crack found Suzie's anus with the tip of his tongue. Suzie's back arched as he touched it and a sigh escaped from his lips. Encouraged, Paul licked harder. Around the tight folds of skin and up and down the exposed slit. Suzie's sighs turned to gasps as Paul reached around in front of him and started to stroke his erect prick. 

"Oh yes," Suzie said as Paul's hand and tongue moved faster. 

Suzie pushed his bottom back into Paul's face. Making little sounds of pleasure as he did so. Paul pushed his tongue as far into Suzie's hole as it would go then he heard him gasp and felt him cum.

Paul lifted his head and leaned back against the dashboard. He looked down at Suzie's hole, wet with spittle and at his own cum covered hands. Lifting them to his lips he licked them clean.

Suzie made as if to move but Paul placed his hand on his bottom and held him still. Suzie stiffened then relaxed. With difficulty Paul reached behind his back and opened the glove compartment in the dash and took out a tube of KY and a blue packaged, extra strong, condom. Squirting some KY onto Suzie's anus Paul first one then a second finger into his hole. Fitting the condom over his own prick he moved up onto the seat behind Suzie, his head and back against the roof of the car and positioned its tip against his opening. Another squirt of KY and he pushed forward into Suzie's ass hole. Suzie cried out as he slid inside his ring. He cried out again as he pushed deeper inside him.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Do you want me to stop."

"It hurts, please take it out." Suzie gasped.

Paul pulled back. Suzie didn't move.

"Let me catch my breath then try again." He said. Paul squirted more KY onto Suzie's hole and pushed into him again.

This time, apart from a single grunt, Suzie was quiet.

Paul held onto Suzie's hips as he pushed in and pulled out of his hole. He was so tight. He could feel him squeezing him. He quickened. His balls banging into the backs of Suzie's thighs. He started to pant as his balls lifted. His prick seemed to grow inside of Suzie as with a gasp he came.

They stayed joined for a few seconds then Paul pulled his prick from Suzie's gaping hole.

Taking a tub of baby wipes from the glove compartment Paul offered them to Suzie after he had turned and gingerly resumed his seat. Suzie took two and, lifting an ass cheek wiped his ass as Paul removed the condom and cleaned up his prick.

"Well I think that broke the ice," Paul said, squeezing Suzie's hand.

"Not bad for a first meeting," Suzie replied.

Comments are welcome at pjae@talk21.com



First Meeting



The door closed softly behind me just before my heavy black bag slid off my shoulder and dropped to the floor with a muffled thudding sound. My hands nervously smoothed over my skirt and then fluttered together, clasping each other tightly.

I knew you were nearby. I could smell you. I could hear you breathing. But I couldn’t look up, couldn’t look at you. My heart was beating erratically, very fast, and I could feel that my face was flushed.

I knew why I was here. You knew why I was here. We'd been so long getting to this day that I felt faint and trembly with hard-edged anticipation. 

"Look at me," you directed, your voice warm but reinforced with steel.

I took a deep, trembling breath, and responded obediently to the voice I knew so well. You were standing close and I relaxed a bit more at seeing your familiar blue eyes. I’d looked at your picture for hours and knew your face as well as my own. We’d spoken on the phone many times; your number was on my speed dial.

You stepped closer and leaned in toward me at the same time I lifted my lips to yours. The kiss was tentative for a moment, and a little awkward. We fit ourselves together, though, and clung tightly as pent-up passion swept away all hesitancy. My body began to shake when your arms tighten around me and your hands slipped into my hair to cradle my head. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” you told me, your lips lifting from mine for a second.

“Me, too,” I murmured, gasping when you ran your fingers through my hair, pulling my head back so you could nibble my throat.

Moving your head, you trailed kisses from my shoulder down my arm as you stooped to lift my bag. Indicating that I should follow, you walked into your house, and to the place you’d prepared for my visit and our play. 

Narrowly focused arousal silenced me and made me apt to stumble but I followed along the best I could. You slowed to steady me a couple times and at each pause I sought the heat of your arms, your hands, and your mouth. 

We walked around furniture and down stairs. I stumbled into you, you righted me, and we shared another kiss, searing in its energy and promise. My hands moved over you, yours over me. Your scent filled my nostrils, your taste spread over my tongue, and the small sounds you made while you kissed me etched into my brain. I could feel your body imprinting itself onto mine with every passing minute. 

You stopped again and turn to face me, maintaining some small distance. Gathering my courage, I slid my hands down the front of your pants to feel over the inflexible arousal there. I rubbed you up and down, moaning; I was being consumed by wild lust for you. Laying your hands on my shoulders to hold me still, you slowly and deliberately pulled your groin from my restlessly stroking hands. 

"Did you ask?" you demand. I looked up in surprise, shaking my head. 

"No," I whisper. The words were hoarse as they pushed past lips ready for almost anything but rational conversation. "No. I'm sorry." 

Panting, foggy with galloping desire, I slid my hand down the front of your shirt once more, my fingers stretching toward your pants. You made a small disapproving noise and I hesitated, looking up at you again. "May I touch you?" 

Sternly, silently, you looked at me, waiting. Tension boiled and crackled between us. I dithered, I trembled, and I hesitated. 

"Sir," I add. The word filled the space between us with electricity. I gasped when I said it and saw you shudder slightly. "May I touch you, Sir?" My words were just a whisper but the power they represented wrapped around us tightly, almost suffocating me with its intensity. My submission had been offered. We both knew it. 

"Yes. You may."

Guiding my hands down the front of your pants, you pressed them against the raging hardness beneath, watching my face. My fingers swept over you, feeling for your piercings, learning your shape. I panted and struggled; I was drowning in desire, uncaring that you saw it.

Looking up, I noticed that you were trembling, too, and I knew that violent need rode you as hard as it did me.



First Meeting



We finally meet. We aren't as awkward as I feared. The friendly hugs and kisses, hinting at more than mere friendship. We spend the evening talking about our lives sharing stories. Eventually we decide to order in. Since we want to be alone together. Our smiles the way we hold hands. The fact that we are happy tells everyone we are together. The food arrives and we eat suddenly very silent as the bedroom looms larger in our thoughts. I say that we could go to bedroom and fuck like bunnies and while that would be fantastic. I think we both are looking for something more than bunnies. I say that I just want to get to know your body and how it reacts. If you are ticklish. What your cock looks like when hard. What your face does when you are close to cumming. How your cock feels right before it comes. You are silent and very aroused. 

"How are you expecting to accomplish such things?" you ask. 

I reply, "Tonight I'm going to do it with my fingers." I move over to you and we spend forever hugging kissing and petting. 

I smile and say, "I feel like I'm a teenager." Kissing you before you can reply that you still are a teen. You manage to undo my bra under my shirt and I slip out of it then say that I won't tempt myself from my mission and that being topless would definitely distract. Your impish pout is sweet but I'm determined and I kiss you again taking time to remove your clothes as we wander to bedroom. You lay exposed on bed and I ask you to roll over. 

You comply and are in heaven as I massage baby oil into your legs working up them to your behind and sitting over you as I rub oil into your back neck and shoulders. You feel really relaxed, and I ask you to roll over. You do somewhat shyly and I once again working from your feet massaging oil into your skin. I skip over your crotch and do your chest enjoying feel of your body, playing with your nipples. My eyes on your face watching you blush occasionally. I reach your face and slowly deeply kiss you enjoying the sweet response of your lips and tongue. 

"We have all the time in the world," I softly whisper. I lay between your legs my focus on your cock now just inspecting it from every angle fascinated by it. Letting my mind wander to how it would feel deep within me then pulling my focus back to the present. I cup your balls feeling them seeing how you respond. Then looking back to your cock admiring the slight curve of the shaft and smiling at how the tip has one glistening drop upon it. My fingers run over shaft feeling like a thousand tiny feet upon your cock. Finally I grow courageous and grip it very loosely hand slowly gliding up and down my free hand roaming over your hip and thigh. Stroking firmer and faster and you manage to utter a few preferences. My soft capable hands stroking sensitively, almost perfectly to cumming. You moan my name followed by long creamy strands arcing high. I watch with childish delight at the results of my work. 

Stroking softer and softer as you come back down to normal. Glancing deep into your eyes seeing your face tell all. I gather some Kleenex to clean up and kiss you as I do feeling the warmth of your climax spread through me. Once you're clean I suck one finger licking the smears of cum upon it. I make no comment on taste before I curl up next to your warm naked body and cuddle feeling very safe and happy with you.



First Meeting



A fantasy can be so real sometimes that the person fantasizing is left with such intense emotion, as if an actual encounter took place. I find this is true when I fantasize about you.

It usually begins at the airport, I am anxiously awaiting your arrival. As you emerge from the plane your eyes search for me, as mine hungrily are in search of you. When our eyes finally meet and our bodies touch with a long awaited hug, I feel welcomed into your arms. While embracing, it is clear that all those months of innocent flirtation have created a passionate desire in each of us. I look into your eyes, my own beaming with the joy of having you near me again. 

In high spirits yourself, you lean down to kiss me – not just a friendly "Nice to meet you" kiss, but an erotic, sensual, romantic kiss. It starts slowly, gently, on and around my soft, moist lips. Your hands caressing my face, neck, shoulders and back, while you pull me closer. I begin to crave you as you tell me to part my lips as I would my legs and allow you to enter. Your tongue is soft and tender. You pause for a moment, realizing that my tongue is now pierced as your own. This excites you even more and you run your hand from the back of my neck upwards to grab my hair, pulling slightly – the way you know I like. You take your mouth from mine, and quietly you whisper into my ear that you have had an erection since you left Dallas in anticipation of seeing me.

This is where my fantasy goes one of two ways…. 

We are so overcome with desire that we find an area in the airport to unleash the passion that has been mounting for all these months. A secret room, the First Class lounge, or even an empty plane – we act on our desires with full force, becoming one—heatedly touching and feeling each other and our breathing becomes deep and hurried, in rhythm, as we both explode with the climax that has been building for so long.

As much as I enjoy that fantasy, it is really a quickie, with not too much detail. The other is longer, more specified, and more romantic – it is to be our first time with each other. That first touch, that first moment of release, I get tingles just thinking about it. It begins just after the kiss ends…

We want to be alone, so we goto the Airport Hilton, get a room and spend a couple of hours just talking. We order wine, light many candles, listen to music and just talk, enjoying being alone and enjoying being with each other – all the while knowing that we want desperately to make love to one another. Although, we do so like to talk to each other, we can be open and honest, we have no reason to deceive each other about any aspect of our lives. I think that is what created the initial attraction between us – even just of our friendship - we trust each other.

I goto stand next to the window to enjoy the view that is ours for tonight. You come up slowly behind me and gently rub my shoulders, while helping me out of my blouse. Undoing one button at a time, kissing the skin that you are revealing. You stroke my neck, shoulders, and back with your hands as well as your mouth. Again you aid me in the removal of my pants. Standing behind me, you press your body into mine, lifting my hair to kiss my neck, licking up the middle of my back, cupping my breasts and applying gentle pressure. You lead me over to the bed, and instruct me to remove what's left of my clothing, while you are still fully clothed. 

You lie on top of me and tease me with the erection that wants to escape from your jeans. You kiss my mouth, nibble on my neck, and torment my nipples with your tongue ring. Still fully clothed, you begin to make love to me, commanding me to open my legs and place my arms above my head and take what you give me. I try to comply, but the pleasure is too fierce. I touch you. You stop the movements that are driving me insane. I start to ask why, but you place your hand over my mouth – "shhh". You stand up, remove the belt from your jeans and tie my hands to the headboard with it. "I told you to keep your hands above your head" you say to me in that Texas drawl I love so much. I have no choice but to submit to your demands. Again, you start to move on top of me as if you were inside of me. I moan and my breathing is fast and heated. I beg you to make love to me right now. 

But you look at me with a devilish grin, a twinkle in your eyes and say "I'm not done teasing you yet". My desire is elevated and my wanting you turns to needing you. You hold your position strong though, slowly moving down my body, licking, sucking, or biting every inch - whatever you feel I need. I can't help but moan with pleasure, you are exactly what I have been needing for so long. Your fingers are exploring my body when they find exactly what they are searching for. Warm and wet, you know exactly what to do. You reach over and grab the bottle of Cherry flavored, blow on it and it gets hot, love lotion. You take off the cap and begin to pour it slowly. You begin with my mouth, then kiss me, onto my breasts then lick it off wildly. Next you move down my body and let it drip all over my thighs and pussy. 

You blow, and the feeling is so inviting. You start to lick me, moving your tongue all around, bringing me to the point of orgasm and then pulling back. While your licking and sucking on my clitoris you insert your finger into me. In and out, your finger moves while your tongue continues to molest my clitoris. "Oh baby" I manage to say between moaning. You have gotten me so aroused that I can't see straight, my legs are shaking and I almost beg you to stop. As if you could read my mind, you tell me delicately that you want to put your hardness into my mouth. I oblige without a fight, figuring it is my turn to torment you with pleasure. 

You release my hands and I remove your jeans to free the demon that has been controlling me for the past 20 minutes. I sit you on the edge of the bed, and kneel before you. I start by grabbing a hold of the shaft of your hard dick and licking from top to bottom, only allowing the head into my mouth for a quick tease. It seems it is your turn to moan. I continue to lick and taunt you with my tongue ring.

I nibble where your thigh meets your pubic bone, I suck heavily on your balls driving you mad. Finally I take all of you into my mouth. I move the head all over my mouth, forward and back, caressing it with my tongue. I suck it firmly back and forth, still holding onto the shaft. I follow each movement by my mouth with my hand, I tighten my fist for smooth movements long and hard over your dick. "Mmm" you moan, "Don't stop". I love the way you writhe as I am now in control. As I continue to suck on your dick you tell me you want to make love to me, NOW.

You lay me down in one graceful motion. Again taking the position above me, you part my legs and place yourself into me. We both gasp at the pleasure and excitement of the moment. Our bodies have become one and we move together, rhythmically. I shutter beneath you. I am savoring every spot you touch on me, gentle or rough – you know precisely what I need. You put it in slow and pull it out fast--over and over until I can't take it any longer. I feel your mouth and hands on my entire body-. The pressure is building, the tension is mounting. 

You stop, loving to watch me as you are teasing me. You kiss me, taunt me - GOD I can't take it, I beg you to fuck me. You oblige moving your hips in every way to please me and of course yourself. You roll us over and now I am on top, straddling you. I ride your hard dick, pushing forward, pulling up and just the head is in and out and in again. I contract my pussy muscles and you love it. You sit up to my breasts and tickle them with your tongue while I take control of your lower body. Once again, you roll over spreading my legs as far apart as they will go. You start pounding me, slamming your dick into me. Oh, it feels so good. "Yes" I cry out. My back arches, my legs go weak, and my heart races. We cum together as one, and almost convulse in sweet exhaustion.



First Meeting



I just let this one flow, I have to admit I don't know where it is going and this is all there is so far. I am not into the humiliation and pain side of BDSM, and have not written anything else touching the subject. I suspect this is not worth continuing but I will take advice...

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I felt a little nervous I have to admit. I had been talking with a woman I had never met for some months over the internet and after a lot of toing and froing we had decided to meet up. Our conversations had ranged from day to day activities to intimate sexual fantasies, detailing lusts and desires, some of which had been deeply secret and never spoken of before.

In both our cases it seemed an urgency had developed where we needed to explore these desires in the flesh, an overwhelming longing to feel each others bodies in the closest possible way, to taste the nectar from each others loins and find release from hidden frustrations by allowing them to rise to the surface and explode, within the dark privacy of an illicit coupling.

I had a cottage deep in the countryside and Mira had agreed to fly to me. The thought of flying to another country for the sole purpose of sexual gratification aroused both of us. It made the whole thing more exotic and determined. This was not a case of a quickie with somebody in a nightclub or a local affair, constantly in danger of being discovered by a neighbour but more of a sexual adventure, an odyssey into an orgasmic existence, a dimension you could step into to, away from the real world and submerge yourself in pure unadulterated sexual fantasy.

I had seen pictures of her, intimate, revealing pictures. Pictures of her in all sorts of poses and places. Pictures of her carrying out set sexual challenges set by me, I felt I was prepared for her. When she came through the airport exit gate I caught my breath. She had smooth ivory pale skin, deep red hair and blue eyes which although clear in the pictures shone in real life. She was gorgeous. She wore clothes for travel, just a pair of jeans and T-shirt but her full breasts almost greeted me themselves in anticipation. We said nothing, she walked right up to me, stepped into my arms and we kissed passionately our bodies pressed hard against each other. My cock was already erect and she knew it, pressing harder against it.

From there I took her bags and led her to my car. There was already an electric charge in the air and I sensed we both walked as if on a cushion of air. There was always the risk of on meeting, the heightened expectations from our time in the cyber world, would come crashing down. I knew what she really wanted and had planned a special introduction to our new relationship. I knew what I was going to do to her before I let her explore me. The anticipation had my cock hard for virtually the entire two hour drive. We talked, stopped for a meal and generally behaved with decorum. A temporary state.

The cottage was a traditional farm workers cottage some 300 years old, rendered and painted white, bowed walls from the age and topped with a thick thatched roof. It was set in several acres affording considerable privacy with lawns, woodland, pasture and a length of river. I open the door and let her in. I had already prepared it and the woody smell of the burner gave the house a warm cosy feel. The front door opened to a small hall and then into the living room which was connected with internal passages to a dining room, study and kitchen. Upstairs were 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Ancient ship timbers were embedded in the construction and the ceilings were low.

Mira loved it and wanted to explore but I had another ideas. I sent her to the bathroom to bathe. The flight had been long and with the traveling I wanted her to feel comfortable, it also gave me time to set some things up.

A while later she came out wearing a dressing gown and wandered into the main bedroom. She gasped and stood completely still. I was already naked and throbbingly erect. I said nothing but undid her gown letting it fall to the floor. Naked she was exquisite, her full breasts jiggled slightly as the material fell away, her nipples visibly hardened under my gaze. The cherry red buds growing erect.

'I thought we would be.....Oh my God....now....you mean now, straight away....I mean ..we.' she stammered as nerves hit her but mixed deliciously with a sudden moistness filling her pussy. I took her hands and led her to the bed, she still didn't realise where this was going. I pushed her back so she fell flat on her back, squealing and giggling, her breasts bounced freely and her legs fell open revealing the red bush separated by pink, wet puffy lips. She expected me to fall on top of her. I didn't. Telling her to sit I gave her a soft leather harness which fitted like a bra without cups, her generous breasts squeezed through the holes.

From under the bed I produced two soft leather garters lined with silk which I slipped over her feet, up her legs to rest high up on her thighs. Then, taking her exquisite feet in my hands I pushed her legs back, knees bending until her thighs squashed against her tits. I told her to keep this position which she willingly did, holding her legs with her hands. The look on her face was one of complete sexual abandonment, her eyes glinted behind hooded lids as the excitement built deep in her belly. On each garter where small catches, back and front. The ones on the top sides of her thighs clipped to the leather strap under her tits, holding her thighs hard against her bosom.

Again from under the bed I came up with two ankle bracelets made of soft leather and lined with silk. These I slipped on her. The ankle bracelets attached to the garters. She now lay naked on her back, her thighs pulled and held right back against her tits, with her ankles tied against her the heels touching her buttocks. Next I placed individual cuffs around each wrist which in turn were attached to silken ropes on either side of the bed. These were in turn attached to a pulley system rigged to a heavy beam across the bed in the ceiling. Similar ropes where attached to the ankles and with the touch of a switch in the wall, small electric motors pulled Mira, in her bondage up from the bed. Her thighs were pulled wide open, her arms pulled high and wide. From a cupboard I brought into this a specially designed cushion, one which would rest under her back, taking some of the strain from her arms but leaving her in no doubt as to her restricted position. To demonstrate, I gave her a gentle push, allowing her to swing a little from side to side, the cushion gently rolling with the motion.

All that remained was to relax her neck. A collar did the trick, designed as the bracelets and garters but with a strip of leather which fitted behind her head and attached to the ceiling. From this another strip fitted across her mouth. Mira, although silent and clearly highly aroused all through my preparations, was a little tense.

'Relax Mira, just relax into it.' I said. She looked fantastic and her pussy was very wet. The delicious folds of flesh beckoned as they hung there in all their exposed glory. Her most secret orifices were fully on show as she watched me as I took in the site. My cock twitched and precum dribbled as my urgency was driven home to me. Mira, whom I had learnt so much about from herself, now swung before me, her body at my sexual mercy. In her gaze I started to stoke myself, slowly running my hand over my erect cock, running my fingers over the sensitive head lubricated with my liquid. I wanted to cum but knew that by waiting I could experience much more.

From the landing I carried in a stool. Innocent looking at first but when placed in front of my lovely lady, it served as perfect dining chair. Mira's eyes widened as I sat before her, her pussy positioned inches in front of my face. Her juices were virtually running as I started to run my tongue over the stretched skin of her buttocks, licking close to her pussy and arse without touching. I kissed her skin, tasted her smooth thighs and smelt her wonderful scent, a musky perfume as it filled the bedroom. After a while I licked her, a long slow tongue lick starting at her arse, sliding over the erotic skin behind her lips and pushing deep into the wondrous furrow, the pink lips parting, her love juices saturating my tongue and then without hesitation, I ran the flat of my tongue over her engorged clitoris. She jerked violently as I continued up, raking through her bush and onto her soft belly, her pussy now pressed against my chest as I licked the soft flesh of her midriff and tongued her belly button.

The taste was intoxicating. Her body. Her juices. 

Mira was now in a state of almost painful arousal. Her eyes screamed for an orgasm and she grunted at me, begging for her climax. I looked into her eyes, desperate to sense her orgasm reaching for her, to see her body convulse in spasmic pleasure but I wanted her to wait. 

She was close, so I sat back.

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Is this worth continuing with?



First Meeting



I saw him as soon as I entered the airport, standing head and shoulders above the crowd, and beautiful, just as I knew he would be. His eyes found me and the look of trepidation on his handsome features (perhaps thinking I wouldn't show) turned into a huge grin as he recognized me. He moved quickly through my fellow travelers towards me, and I suddenly felt unsure; would he be disappointed in me? 

He swung me up into his arms and kissed me deeply, tasting me with his tongue, chasing away any doubts I might have had. As he lowered me to the floor, he ran the back of his hand gently down my cheek and said, "welcome sweetness". I found myself in front of him with my arms clasped behind my arched back and my legs parted slightly. My head was down and my eyes were averted in perfect position, feeling for the first time that I truly would be his. I heard my own voice say, " thank-you, Sir", and he smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek and then led me out to his car.

I wore the red flowered dress, as instructed, and he asked me what I had on underneath. It pleased him to learn that I had on my red bra and red thong. He smiled and told me that we had reservations to eat before going home. He wanted me to feel at ease. I didn't think I could ever feel at ease sitting so intimately across the table from him; the temperature of my body started rising the minute I set eyes on him! As we made small talk, I couldn't keep my eyes from roaming from his face to his hands, to his chest, and listening to his voice was mesmerizing. 

Holding my gaze, he slid over to my side of the table and reached into his glass for an ice-cube. Smiling, he reached under my dress, pushed my thong aside and inserted the ice into my warm vagina. I could have cum just with his touch alone, but the look in his eyes told me to hold on. I held my breath against the cold while my body adjusted. After paying the bill, he took my elbow and guided me to the parking lot. I could feel the water running down my thighs, mixed with my own juices. Once in the car, he ordered me to unbutton my dress and spread my legs wide. Bending his head, he began to lick the water from my thighs, moving my panties aside to expose my freshly shaved pussy. 

My breathing came in gasps, and low moans escaped my throat as his tongue worked toward my slit and his hand moved up to squeeze my breast. I had waited so long for his touch and he felt my body shudder as a powerful orgasm began to build within me. He lifted his head and slowly shook it, "not without my permission, sweetness", and continued his exploration, his fingers sliding deep into my wetness. Try as I might, I just couldn't stop the orgasm that rocked me, my muscles contracting against his probing fingers. He took my hair in his hand and thrust his fingers into my mouth to suck; to taste my own failure. I felt the hot tears sliding down my cheeks as I sensed his disappointment in me, although he acted as if nothing was amiss on the ride home. 

Once we were inside of his apartment, he instructed me to strip and kneel before him, which I did as quickly as I could. He had gotten a riding crop from another room and stood before my kneeling body gently lifting my chin with the end of the crop, to look at him. When I agreed that I needed to be punished for cumming without permission, he ordered me to stand, bend over at the waist and hold my ankles. He ran the crop up between my legs, slapping them further apart. He told me I would receive fifteen lashes for disobeying and five for breaking position by smiling. (I didn't even know he had seen me smile when he mentioned punishment) I was not to cry out or to move and disobeying this order would start the punishment over! He put the crop to my lips for me to kiss and after a couple of soft swats the real whipping began.

The first blow landed with a hard "smack" across the fullest part of my ass, the second coming right behind the first, jerking my body forward slightly but I held fast. Tears fell freely as the next eight came in quick succession, harder and so precise that I felt as though I was on fire. He stopped and placed his hand to my very wet pussy, inserting three fingers and moving them in and out. A low moan was building in my throat, but he quickly removed his fingers and smacked my shoulders five times hard with the crop. I wanted to scream with pain and passion, but I never moved or gave in to the scream. 

He told me how beautiful my body looked striped red by his hand and how proud he was that I was so obedient. He warned me that the last five would be the worst and suddenly brought the crop up to meet my pussy lips. I was sobbing quietly and again the crop came up, heat enveloping my body causing me to shudder with longing. Finally the last blow connected with my clit almost bringing me to climax, but I needed him to be so proud of me. He leaned over me and as he entered me with his hot cock, whispered softly how beautiful I was and how I made him proud to be mine. His hands pulled my hips, driving deep within me, faster and harder. 

When he felt that I couldn't hold out any longer he said softly "cum for me sweetness" and I exploded, my body convulsing against his, the orgasm seeming to go on forever. I felt his juices mixing with my own essence and our bodies moved with the rhythm of one. Finally we were still and he withdrew and came to stand in front of me. I gently dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, sucking and licking until he was clean. He reached down and scooped me into his strong arms and carried me to the sofa where he sat and laid me across his lap face down. He took some ice from a glass and tenderly soothed the stripes of his love, all the while telling me how lovely and wonderful I was. He turned me to face him and looked deep into my eyes. I saw the love there and the promise of a wonderful continuation of our weekend. He leaned down and softly claimed my lips...softly claimed my heart...



First Meeting



As a newly divorced guy, my self-esteem and confidence were pretty low. An advertisement I had placed in a "just friends" internet site had resulted in a few responses. I was lonely and depressed.

Signing on one afternoon, about a month since I had placed my listing , I had an email from a, "married and just looking for friends", female about 200 miles from where I lived. After sharing 4-5e-mail notes back and forth we decided to "meet" in a chat room to have a one on one discussion. It was remarkable, Deb and I just seemed to mesh from the start and a friendship developed over the next two months that was completely platonic, but close, personal, and open. 

She typed:

"I will be in Cincinnati on business next Thursday and Friday for a training seminar for my business. Do you think we should finally meet in person and maybe have a drink or dinner?" WOW! I was surprised and delighted. I immediately agreed and wrote down the hotel name where she would be staying and arranged for a meeting at 7 pm. the next Thursday evening. 

The next few days my emotions went through many phases, involving lust, nervousness, fear of rejection, and even the chance of the loss of a new found friend. I am middle aged and not a "hunk" from a physical standpoint. Through our online chats, I knew that Deb was 28, 12 years younger then I. Although we had honestly described ourselves physically we had never shared a picture. She sounded "attractive" 5', 4" tall, short brown hair and green eyes. She had said she was 118 lb. and had a nice figure with a 34B bust. 

I arrived at her hotel about 15 minutes early and sat in the lobby. Finally I got up the nerve to call her room. I went to the desk and they directed me to a house phone for the connection. A soft voice answered tentatively "hello". "Hi, Mike here. " I said feeling the nervousness creep into my voice. " I hope you still want to do this, I am sure we can keep it purely platonic" was my next statement. " Remember, I am married and the issue of anything but platonic should not even be considered." was the next thing I heard from the phone speaker. "If that is still ok, I will be right down." She said. "Sure, I am sorry I even said anything." I replied.

She walked off the elevator wearing a light blue skirt that fell about halfway between her ass and her knees and a white "v" necked sweater with small pink flowers knitted in. I smiled and walked over to the elevator. I opened my arms and she returned my smile and gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. (My mind immediately said. Shit she does not like what she sees.") Even though I was not expecting anything except dinner and a chance to meet this person whom I had become "friends" with, my male ego and libido had hoped for more. Oh well, reality strikes home hard!

During dinner in the hotel restaurant our conversation recapped a lot of what we had talked about online. We had a few drinks and shared a bottle of Chardonnay as we chatted. By 8:30 we had finished eating and I was again struggling in my mind for ideas that would keep us together for a while longer. 

Deb said. " Why don't we get coffee and a piece of that lemon pie to go? It is still early and we can continue this chat in my room. My husband is supposed to call me at 9 and I want to be sure to be there." I was thrilled but a bit remorseful about the hubby comment, sure that it was a subtle reminder that we were only going to be "just friends".

There was a king sized bed and a desk chair in the room, Deb sat in the chair and I sat on the edge of the bed. Discussing her training class she commented on how stiff her back was and asked if I would mind rubbing her shoulders. I immediately got up and went behind the chair starting to massage her neck and shoulders as we continued the conversation. After a few minutes I could feel her starting to relax and my penis started to expand. Yes, I was getting turned on smelling her sweet soft fragrance as my fingers caressed her neck and shoulders. Deb tilted her head back and let out a soft moan. " You do that so well, I can feel the tension fading." She said. On impulse I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Fully expecting her to jerk away or at least stop the kiss. Instead her lips parted and her tongue flicked out and brushed my lips encouraging the continuation of the kiss. 

I moved around to the side of the chair and kissed her again, this time expecting a "kiss". While kissing my massaging hands, seemingly on their own, slipped down and cupped her breasts. Her back arched a bit, encouraging my caresses. I felt her nipples start to swell as my fingers twirled her nipples through the soft material of the sweater and bra. Her hand found my leg and started wandering up towards the lump in my pants that was growing larger by the second. Fingers brushed my swollen member as we continued the kiss. 

"RING", "RING", "RING" The damn phone!

Deb leaned forward towards the desk, grabbed the phone, and in a breaking voice said "Hello. Hi dear, yes I was just sitting here waiting for your call." I could feel my erection fade and I knew "The moment had passed."

As she continued her small talk she smiled at me and lifted a finger to her lips indicating "quiet". The next motion was the same hand lifting her sweater up exposing her delicate lace bra. As she continued her conversation, I went behind her as she leaned forward and unclasped the bra from behind. My hands trembling lifted the material revealing small perfect melons with very hard, pink wrinkled nipples. I knelt down silently next to her chair taking one nipple into my mouth as my fingers brushed the other. " Gasp! No dear it is a bit cold in here and I leaned back against the cold metal of the chair." She said into the phone. 

As she continued to talk I continued to suckle her swollen nipples as quietly as I could. 

Her legs parted and my hand ran up her panty-hosed thigh. I could feel her wetness through the thin material of her panties. My lips and tongue continued their adventure on her nipples. 

"Dear, I am sure feeling horny missing you." She said into the phone. "Have you ever thought about having phone sex?" She smiled down at me. "Take your cock out and start stroking it for me and I will play with my breasts and pussy as we talk." She said to her husband.

WOW! I could not believe that this innocent relationship had turned into one of the most erotic fantasies that my mind could imagine!

As her conversation continued, she lifted her hips off the chair encouraging my hands to slide her hose and panties down her legs. Once removed, I literally crawled around to the front of her chair. My lips and tongue explored her thighs as my teeth softly nipped her skin. My hands caressed her nipples. "Oh yes! That is wonderful dear. Are you hard and throbbing for me? I am rubbing my nipples as we talk." Her husband was obviously getting into this as well.

My lips continued up and I could smell her sweet musk as I neared her swollen pussy lips. Her legs were now completely spread exposing all of her clean shaved pussy to my view. My tongue darted into her, eliciting another loud "Gasp" into the phone. "Oh yes honey I am stoking myself for you. I am so wet! I can almost feel your tongue licking my swollen clitty." My tongue starting flicking the sweet, obviously aroused bud. Her hips were slowly humping back against me. I could her side of the conversation as her breathing got louder and faster between comments. 

"Yes, Yes, I am almost here! Fuck my cunt with your fingers as you lick me!" she said to her obviously aroused husband. I gladly complied!

"I am cummming! Cummming!" She screamed. Her hips raised up pushing against my searching tongue. I could feel her cunt contract as a wave of sweet liquid filled my mouth. I lapped greedily. 

"Dear, that was so good. Did you get yourself off? Good I am so glad that we did that." She said into the phone her voice a bit gravelly from her orgasm. My tongue was cleaning the overflow wetness form her glistening thighs. She smiled down at me.

"Well you have a good nights sleep, I will be at the banquet tomorrow night so we probably won't talk." She said into the phone. "Yes dear, I will be careful and a good girl. Night." She hung up the phone leaning forward and taking my head between her hands. "Oh that was wonderful! Your lips and tongue are so talented I don't think I have ever cum so hard in my life." She said to me. 

I stood up took her into my arms and kissed her lips her tongue tasting her own juices as she licked the remaining wetness from my chin. " My, I do taste pretty good." She smiled. 

She dropped to her knees and undid my belt, as my pants dropped to the floor she took my swollen dripping member into her mouth. It had been a long time since I was able to cum so many times in one night. About 2 hours later we fell asleep in each others arms exhausted.



First Meeting



Staring at the screen, rereading the line, making sure it said what it looked like it said. Picking up the cat as he passed, holding him to face the soft glow, "It says that doesn't it?" A mew was my only response, but it was good enough.

Fingers a flurry, tapping away a reply, muttering to myself non-complimentary comments about my typing inability, Send and then wait. The wait for a return message. You know the kind, the kind of wait that lasts so long that you think the scroll is frozen or perhaps the boot is upon you. That sitting on the edge of your chair, eyes boring a hole in the screen wait. With just enough anxiety mixed in , wondering how exactly the other person will respond or if they will at all. Thinking and rethinking of what you have just sent. Until a series of words appear and a sigh of relief is released before you read them.

Speaking as I type "Yes, I know where that is, can be there in 15 minutes, I'm wearing...."An exchange of descriptions and quick check in the mirror and I'm off.

Through the doorway of the bookstore, I start a passive search . I've been here many times before, every section, each level and the cafe. Figuring she'll be nervous and anxious, like me, she'll need a cup of coffee. So I opt for a table close to the window. Sipping the life giving java, and nibbling on a biscotti, watching the door as subtly as I can , occupying my time with a crossword.

After I figure out that 'Indigenous' is the ten letter word for resident, I spot her. I wonder if my eyes darted around as do hers. No matter, smiling to myself, delighting in her appearance. Just as I had imagined, noting she left nothing out of her description.

First she moved to the history section, then art, to travel, I guess she does know me a little. Finally while seeking the next ideal spot , she caught the scent of the French vanilla that seeps its' way around the store, to draw the coffee drinkers in, a very effective lure. In a moment she is standing not two tables from me, near the window. Back to me, attention directed at the passersby in the street, to the door and back. Almost like she was watching a tennis match in slow motion, movements only interrupted by a glance at her watch or a sip of her drink.

Rising from my seat, cautiously approaching as not to startle her. Softly I speak her name. she stops her movement, save the placing of the cup down on the table beside her.

Whispering my name , before she turns , not just her head but her whole body in a swift fluid act, reminding me of a ballerina performing a pirouette.

For a second time stops, eyes meeting for the first time. Taking in those pale blue eyes, just the shade you would find in the heart of an iceberg, but yet a raging fire burns from behind them. A light smile comes to her lips as she whispers my name again. Watching the pretty blue start to roll back as her lids fall. Knees buckling beneath her, starting to crumble, I lurch forward, catching her.

It wasn't hard to convince the staff that we were together and that she wasn't feeling well. It was almost as if they wanted to believe what I said. So helpful, they even got us a cab.

Within twenty minutes I had this angel on my couch, bedecked with pillows and a comforter, still fast asleep. And my cat, curled up on where I believed her feet were.

Truly my mind was a flurry of thoughts, perhaps was 'How will she react when she wakes? 'It's not every day you meet an almost total stranger , faint and wake up on his sofa.

In the kitchen I started to make some coffee , and a snack. A clap of thunder could be heard, but I paid it no mind, I had hardly noticed the storm clouds rolling in as I carried her in from the taxi.

While loading the tray, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin as Gatsby landed on the counter. I stopped to laugh at myself, before asking " Now whose the scaredy cat?" Bemused and curious I checked on my guest.

The living room was dark, due to the gloom of the storm. The sound of the rain tapping away at the windows. My eyes went straight to the now empty couch. The only thing remaining, a pair of shoes and her sweater. A flash of lightning catches my eye, as does the slow billowing curtains, drifting from the breeze. Breeze? My quest takes me to the now open terrace door, again I approach cautiously.

Peering out to spy upon her, standing on the balls of her bare feet, arms outstretched. head back, eyes closed, and even from this angle I can see the smile. Her clothes clinging to her form. Central park as her backdrop, as the rain teams down, the wind whipping through her hair. The storm rages and she dances and sways to its' music, lost in its' rhythm.

Silently I watch, hearing only the roll of distant thunder, the countless droplets and bare feet hitting the marble tile.

Whispering more to myself the to her "....the Mistress of the Rain I presume..." a feeling of guilt washed over me when she stopped suddenly, turning to me, eyes wide, as if I'd just waken her from a dream. After a long second passed, my being ashamed for interrupting was relieved by the warm smile she bore, along with sparkling eyes, rain streaming down her face.

Stepping out in to the storm, up to my guest, taking her hand into mine. Pressing my lips to the bridge of her knuckles, while looking up the length of her arm, locked on her eyes, then uttering the words, "I'm pleased to meet you..."



First Meeting



The only light in the room is the luminescent light radiating from the computer’s monitor casting a soft glow over the desk where I am sitting. A kaleidoscope of sensations dances throughout my body, making me feel as though I am suddenly intoxicated. I can sense the flush of blood rushing to my face, and heat radiating downward into my loins. I am excited and feel deliciously naughty. 

My Yahoo horoscope for the day I had just glanced at declared, “Destroy the myth of the "dangerous stranger," in which there is always an instant fear towards something, or someone who is unknown. Take a risk with the unknown today and don't let your fears keep you from missing out on potentially wonderful experiences.” 

Leaving the den, I rush back to my bedroom to finish dressing for my rendezvous with the man I have been having a cyber-love affair with for weeks now via e-mail. We have kept it a secret from everyone we know, not wanting anyone to make a joke out of our growing desire for each other, or tell us urban legends about other people’s experiences meeting over the net. We want to weave the tapestry of our fairy-tale fantasy from the threads of our clandestine desires, free from external influences. 

We have held nothing back from each other, somehow the naked truth is much easier to reveal with a computer acting as a buffer between us, while we carefully feel each other out. A new age instrument that technology lends its music for us to dance the mating dance to. Laying out all our hopes, dreams, wants, and desires through a safe, anonymous screen. We have seduced each other with words, and now we’re about to meet for the pheromone test. Will the sexual chemistry be explosive, or simply a disappointment?

I feel like Cinderella getting ready for the ball. What will my prince be like when I meet him face to face? Will I be disenchanted? Will he? Starting to get nervous, I go and stand in front of the cheval mirror in my bedroom to scrutinize my image. My hair is medium length, light auburn in color, and cut in a wild, just-fucked look. My dark blue eyes stare back at me, and then begin a slow path down the rest of my body.

The outfit I have chosen to wear shows off my curvy female form to perfection. The blouse I have selected fits like a fine glove, hugging my upper body, very low cut and laces completely up the front. You can see the tantalizing swell of my breasts through the tease of the laces. The black velvet mini-skirt hugs my hips and shows off my petite but well-turned legs. Black high heels complete the ensemble. Half turning, I look over my shoulder to see the posterior of myself. If I were to bend over, you would be able to see the tease of black lace, thong panties against the very spankable, well-rounded, tight, little butt hiding just underneath my skirt. 

Satisfied with the mirror image, I begin to stare past my reflection into the full-length mirror, and fantasize our meeting….

…Arriving a few minutes early to ensure sufficient time to repair any damage to my make- up, or hair the characteristic mist camouflaged streets of San Francisco might have rendered, I immediately head for the ladies room of the Italian restaurant we have chosen for our first encounter. Completing my toiletry quickly with a touch of lipstick and a fluff of the hair, I re-enter the reception area of the restaurant. 

Located in the North Beach area of San Francisco, it is typical of many restaurants in that locale, with an intimate ambiance created by soft candlelight on each white cloth-covered table, which are spaced far enough from each other to create a sense of seclusion. Violin music is softly playing in the background, giving further privacy to conversations.

Taking a deep steadying breath, I slowly scan the dining room for a lone gentleman resembling the photo he sent. Just as I begin to wonder if he has had second thoughts, a door opens and my breath catches in my throat as he walks into the room. He is tall, with nice broad shoulders, and I can see he has told me the truth about working out regularly at the gym. He glances my way and our eyes lock. I feel an immediate, and astonishing sense of recognition, the signaling of like to like, followed by a rare exhilaration.

A slow easy smile steals across his face. I am thunderstruck watching his supple body cross the room toward me. “He moves like a panther,” I think to myself, “A confident, dangerous panther.” That analogy takes my breath away, and sends excited ripples of goose bumps up and down my arms. 

When he reaches me a few rapid heartbeats later, I draw in a quick breath and inhale his delicious erotic musk scent. It tantalizes me on a visceral level. I notice his picture didn’t come close to capturing his vital male essence. His primal maleness overpowers my intelligent, rational self.

I feel like a teenager out on a first date, and have no idea what to say to him now that we are physically together. He comes to my rescue by taking both command, and my arm, and leads me to a corner table, hidden from the majority of patrons behind a half-wall, while commenting on how beautiful I look. I murmur my thanks and try to collect my thoughts, and my senses, while we are being seated next to each other, and the waiter asks if we would like to order before dinner drinks. He sends the waiter off for a bottle of fine wine, and directs his concentration back to me.

His eyes probe mine, and mine explore his. A slow, shy smile spreads across my face, and he tells me what a beautiful smile I have. I tell him what beauty I find in his midnight dark eyes. Taking my hand, he turns it palm up and kisses it. Still holding on to it, he begins to slowly draw little circles in the middle of my palm with one finger. It is so sensual, I can feel myself getting wet between the legs and begin to squirm in my seat. As the waiter returns with our wine, he releases my hand, and I cross my legs to relieve some of the tingling sensation I am beginning to experience there. You can all but touch the sexual tension that is beginning to smolder between us.

The waiter takes our orders, and we begin the dance…flirting with our eyes, and teasing each other with our smiles, as we begin to communicate our mutual sexual attraction and enjoy each other’s company. Relaxing from the tension of my anticipation leading up to our date, and my fear of disillusionment, my mischievous inner self begins to whisper naughty ideas to me, and I lean over on the pretense of dropping my napkin to give him a better view of my cleavage. When he finally tears his eyes from my tits, I slowly lick droplets of wine from my lips with just the tip of my tongue, while his eyes follow the journey around my mouth. He looses train of his thoughts from my sensual flirtations, and I take that moment to ask to be excused for a moment. Returning a few minutes later, I stop and murmur into his ear, “I have something for you,” as I place the panties I had removed into his hand. He laughs his appreciation, and puts them in his pocket as the waiter returns with our cuisine. As we begin to eat, I feel his warm hand casually touch, then, as he senses my acceptance, begin exploring my thigh. Tantalizingly rubbing up and down it, from my knee to almost, but just short of my panty-less crotch, sending thousands of desire filled shock waves throughout my body. I part my legs slightly to encourage him, and give better access for his caresses. The signal received, his hand finds its way to my closely shaved mound, and he smiles in pleasure at that discovery. 

His other hand reaches around me, and draws me close for a passionate kiss. While his tongue investigates my mouth, one finger discovers my damp womanhood, first teasing my clit and then plunging deep into my center. I moan softly into his mouth as I begin to undulate against his hand, and then soak his buried finger with my hot juices. My hand travels its way to his thigh. My little finger happens on his awakening member, and I begin to trace its outline with my fingers. After mapping out its proportions, his cock begins to pulsate from my caresses and bulges against his pant leg, as it grows harder, and larger. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and I am delighted to find out he is extremely well endowed. 

Pulling back, he smiles like a satisfied cat into my passion filled eyes, then withdraws his finger from me and licks it. “Mmmmm, you taste delicious!” He tells me, then declares, “I know exactly what I crave for dessert.” The returning waiter hearing his last remark assumes he is addressing him, and inquires what it is he desires for dessert.

I laugh out loud, and see my reflection laughing back me at in the mirror…my spicy little fantasy has gotten me very moist between the legs, so I lift my skirt, and pull my panties down far enough to expose, and stroke my wet pussy, then bring my finger up to sample my flavor. I discover I taste sweet, and also have a pleasant, erotic female scent. Feeling very naughty, and pleased with that knowledge, I reassemble myself, grab my velvet wrap, and set out for this night’s escapade with Eros.



First Meeting



It's a Monday evening, mid-November, cold and dark outside. We have emailed constantly the past few days, exchanged photos and fantasies, even had a couple of erotic telephone conversations. 

As of this moment, I don't even know your last name, although I do know where you work and what you do for a living. At this point, I am so overwrought with unbridled passion and lust for you, I don't care if you arrive with 3 heads...just as long as one of them is in your pants and hard. You have me fully aroused.

I fight traffic to get to the Meeting place. I am late, uncharacteristic for me. You have already arrived, you sit on the left side of the bar, you've saved me a seat. As my eyes gradually adjust to the light, I spot you and move to be near you. I am absolutely delighted with the sight! You are so sexy and very handsome...

Before I can even sit down fully, you are saying, 'Hi there, my name is John and I'm here to please you'...and your warm soft lips and tongue are blending with mine...my wet pussy is already throbbing, has been like this now for 3 whole days, just waiting with hot anticipation for this moment. You kiss me passionately and my whole body cries out in response. I don't want to end these soft deep wonderful passionate kisses...but we are in this bar and not alone. Anyone watching us would think we had been together for months and months...not 2 strangers who are meeting for the very first time...

I nervously order a beer when the Bartender asks what I want...hell, I want to tell him, 'All I want right now is to fuck this sexy man!'...but I manage to restrain myself. I turn and look into your eyes and they are hot and dilated with your hunger for me. Reaching down into your lap, I feel your hard cock down the leg of your pants, it is at least 7 inches and getting longer and harder with each caress. Oh, God, my cunt begins to throb. You take my face in your hands, kissing me again and one hand goes to my breast where you can feel my erect nipple through my thin shirt. No bra, no panties...this is a special night and I have agreed to meet you all ready for play. I take my wet panties out of my handbag and give them to you...a gift.

That cock in your lap has me hungering for a taste of your hot cum. I gently squeeze the head and rub up and down along the shaft of it, loving the look on your face as I do. Devil, you take one hand and reach up under my long skirt, pulling it up for access to my pussy and clit right there on the barstools. People are watching us both and we begin to get off on this...we are giving them a show to remember!

Your hot hand finds my clit and you stroke me soooooooooooooooo gently, at first I am not sure you are even touching me...then more insistently, we are kissing now, you are rubbing me faster, a little harder, my poor clit is on fire, you are watching my face in between kisses, seeing my reaction to your ministrations, and finally I tell you I must cum, I need to, and you encourage me and I flood your hand, stifling the sounds in my throat. I am convinced that everyone in the place has just seen what we did, and instead of being shy about it, I want more...I want them all to know what I have just done and to be jealous of you and your talent and skill...you and I alternately kiss and caress one another until I have cum several times, my pussy is dripping hot, and your cock is fully hard. When we can't take it anymore, you tell me it's time to go, and I get up...ladies' room first to cool off enough to walk...then to your car.

You open the passenger side door for me but before we can get in, we are pushing ourselves together, I am desperate to feel you up against me, our groins are hot and needy. My mouth and yours are one organ, searching and hot and fully involved. I can feel both my nipples, hard like my clit. You boost me up onto the seat and raise my skirt, telling me that you are 'hungry' and the next thing I feel is your hot mouth on my cunt...I am in heaven...eat me, lick me...I am cumming for you...finally I have been sated for the moment and my attentions turn to that monster in your pants, I want to see him and ask for a good look...as soon as you pull the head from the fly, my mouth is on you...I want to suck you off right then and there, want a full load of you deep in my throat. Never mind that this is a public parking lot, we have no protection from view, and we only met just 20 minutes ago!

You allow me the luxury of a slight suck and then you push me up into the car, closing the door to my side and getting in on your own side. I reach over once again for that delicious fucktool, wanting it all and not wanting to wait. You have your hands busy at my breasts and I have my head in your lap, and we are lost in the moment...my cunt throbs and expands with an intense need to be filled, you sense this and tell me it's time to go to your place so we can fuck. You drive me over to my car...I get in and follow you the few blocks to your apartment. 

At your door, I rub my hand underneath your ass while you are busy at the lock. We get inside and clothing begins coming off, you take off my high-heeled shoes and are down on your knees in front of my wet pussy...and you lick and suck me delightfully until I cum once again...I drop to my knees in front of your massive cock, it is hard and bobbing up and down deliciously with desire. I take you into my mouth and suck you until you pull me up and lead me into your bedroom, where you tell me to get on my knees on your big bed...

As I do, you rub that huge cockhead all over my hot wet pussy, getting me close to orgasm again before I beg you to enter me...finally I can't take anymore, and you slowly give me what feels like an endless cock, it is long and wonderful and the head is huge and hard...I push back into you, I am cumming repeatedly as I beg you to fuck me, oh fuck me, do it hard, it's sooooooooooo good.

With my face down into your fancy comforter, my ass up in the air and my pussy full of your hard cock, I am hoping and praying that this night will never end...that you will become my Fuck Master, and service this pussy well and often...and I am one very happy and very satisfied woman...

Thank you for a wonderful First Meeting!



First Meeting



It was hot and she found herself sitting on a train on her way to London. She would be there in about 20 mins, she felt sick at the thought of what she was doing, was she actually going to go through with it 

But here she was, the idea of getting off the train popped into her mind but she quickly dismissed it, although she was nervous she was also excited about meeting the man she had chatted to for so long. The one who had written those mails and said those words on the phone to her.

She could feel the dampness between her legs as she went over on her head what the mails had contained, and now she was actually going to get a chance of acting out every single detail.

The train stopped at waterloo and she jumped off, looked in the window fixed her hair and started along the platform, the butterflies in her stomach were causing her legs too feel heavy and it seemed ages before she reached the main station.

"Lets meet outside burger king at waterloo at 2 o clock" those were the last words he had said to her, so there she was waiting outside burger king at 1 45 pm, she was so nervous she could hardly stand still, and then she saw him, the first feelings were to run to him and give him a massive hug and a kiss, something she had dreamed of doing for a long time now, he hadn't seen her yet so she took a few seconds to study him, and yes he was just as handsome as his pictures had said, more so.

Finally gaining enough courage to go over she pleaded with her legs to move, she was so nervous, what if he didn't like her?, what if they just didn't get along?

Walking over to him she could feel the dampness between her legs growing and she tried to ignore the sexual feelings she had for him just long enough to smile and say, "Hi, how are you? I can't believe we are actually doing this!"

His face melted into that gorgeous smile and he leaned in to give her a hug, it was a friendly hug, but it was contact!

It was kind of awkward between them for the first hour or so, all they had talked about on the phone, so many times they had said what they were going to do to one another when they first met, it was nothing like that, it was if it was two mates meeting after a long absence.

They went for coffee and talked for a while, about where he had been, how the flight was etc, but all she could think about was getting her hands on his firm body, she had waited so long and now she was playing chicken, she had gone shy! Yes shy! The only person who has to this day, made her lost for words or unable to act. He was gorgeous, absolutely the gentleman she had known for the last 10 months.

"So what do you want to do? Fancy looking round the shops or just going back to mine to chill out?"

Yeah chilling out seemed good she needed an ice cold shower to chill her out the way she was feeling. So that was it, they were on their way back to his house, she walked with him fighting the urge to pounce on him and tear his clothes off, "behave" a voice inside her head told her, just stay cool!

As they walked they chatted about things people chat about when they have only known each other for a couple of hours, then he pointed out the house and walked up the stairs opened the door and threw his keys on the table by the door.

"Come in make yourself at home, do you fancy something to drink?"

Fancy, yeah I fancy something alright, but its not coming out of your coffee pot, is what she wanted to say! instead a polite please that would be nice came out instead.

She sat on the sofa took her jacket off and thought about the situation, the wet sticky feeling between her legs wasn't helping much and neither was the pure lust she felt for him…

He walked in with the coffee and set it down on the table, she looked at him and couldn't help smiling, she was here with him, now, right next to him, not on the phone, or typing on her keyboard, sat on the sofa close enough to touch him!

He broke the ice by stating " I haven't even kissed you yet" shit! Her heart almost leapt out of her chest, and she was sure he could smell her feminine sex through her thin skirt, as instructed she wore no knickers and was cleanly shaved.

Smiling she turned to him slipped from the sofa in-between his legs and leaned up to him, he kissed her slowly and deeply, and he tasted fantastic his arms slipped around her and pulled her closer to him, it seemed that they stayed there for hours just wrapped up in each other tasting one another and exploring each others bodies with there hands.

After what seemed like ages she moved her hand down to where a very large bulge had appeared in his thin shorts, she worked her hand over the impressive hot package that lay beneath. Squeezing and stroking she could feel the hardness and the heat of his cock and wanted so badly to feel that inside her, he leaned back onto the couch and closed his eyes as she carried on stroking him, just as she was going to reach her hand underneath his shorts he sat up, smiled and pulled them off his hips to reveal a very tight pair of black boxers, the moistness between her legs was now more than she had ever experienced and her nipples were rock hard and longed for some attention. How could one man that she had only met two hours ago turn her on so much?

She slipped her hand inside his boxers and got the firs touch of his flesh, he sighed quietly as she took his hard tool in her hand and wrapped her small hands around him, he was large with an impressive head on him and she could only just fit him in her hand,

She stroked him slowly watching the expression on his face as she did so then started to build up the pace until she could no longer contain herself, she slid down a few inches until the tip of his cock was level with her face, the scent of him was turning her on even more, she leaned forward and slid him into her mouth, his eyes opened and he looked down at her with a look of shock mixed with gratitude, the feeling of him in her mouth was wonderful, he was large so she had trouble taking him all in but she did her best, paying attention to every inch of his cock and balls, licking and sucking squeezing and stroking until she could feel his balls harden and his cock began to jerk inside her mouth, she swallowed it greedily and cleaned him with her tongue, when she looked up he was smiling down at her "my turn" were the words that came from his mouth.

He helped her up and on the space on the sitting room floor behind the couch, she was still dressed so he just pulled her skirt up and freed her huge swaying breasts from the bra that had kept them so well contained. He bent forward and kissed her deeply his hands finding there way to her nipples that were now aching to be touched, his touch was gentle at first, smooth and slow but as her moans of delight grew so did his actions

His hands moved down her body towards her wet sex, a shiver of delight ran through her as he moved his hand over her stomach and reached the smooth shaven area that was so sensitive and begging for a touch. A slight moan escaped her lips as he gently slid a finger between her soft folds to find the wetness there, he stroked her clit and she opened her legs wider for him, that was all he needed, he sunk his fingers into her hot and swollen hole gently moving them back and forth still rubbing the electric bud with his thumb, her body squirmed under him from the waves of pleasure that were building up…

Slowly he moved down her body planting kisses over her breasts and stomach until he was level with her pussy, he stayed there for a while smelling her sweet aroma and gazing at her, tracing circles with his tongue around her hot sex and gently breathing warm air onto it, it was driving her crazy as she longed for the feel of his tongue inside her, she gasped as he licked at her clit then sunk his tongue inside of her, lapping up her wetness, he was a true expert and brought her to a shattering orgasm minutes later, she moaned and held his head as the waves of orgasm flooded her body.

He was now hard again and moved up her body to face her, the look on his face told her what was going to happen next, as his face got level with hers she felt the head of his huge cock gently touching her opening, she eased her hips forward and he slowly inched himself inside of her, he was big and stretched her wide, but the feeling of him inside her was fantastic, she could feel every vein and every bump of his cock as he lay inside her, he started to move his hips back and forwards and his thick tool slide in and out of her the pressure inside of her was building her to another orgasm, her hands explored his body his firm shoulders and down his back, down to his tight muscular bum, she gently ran her nails down his back and he moaned and sped up the rhythm of his thrusting, slowly she ran her hands up to his neck and held him tight around the shoulders as he frantically made love to her on the living room floor.

She gripped him tight as waves of pleasure overtook her body, she could feel her muscles tighten around him as another orgasm racked through her body, he inner muscles gripped him tight and that was enough to send him over the edge, he pushed up hard into her as he filled her with his hot seed, as her body calmed down she released her grip on him, he kissed her, out of breathe he rolled off her hot body and laid down next to her, neither of them said a word, just laid there in witch others arms, holding one another tightly.

As she felt his arms around her and the closeness of his body she thought to herself that it was worth waiting all those months for after all!! 



First Meeting



Peanuts and a ginger ale had been the only thing she’d had during the flight to Los Angeles and the fact of the matter was that she was famished and would eat nearly anything at this point. He was supposed to be there waiting and he’d better be ready to take her for a late dinner or he just might end up being her dinner. The tightened airport regulations made it impossible for him to meet her at the gate so as soon as she came out of the Boeing 747 she quickly looked for signs telling her which way to baggage claim.

Forty or fifty bags passed before she saw the first of three bags on the carousel. The second and third quickly appeared with no sign of him. Shouldering one bag and pulling out the wheels on the other two she slowly stepped through the exit and onto the curb, looking frantically to see if he had remembered when a horn began to blare, bringing her attention to the black pickup not far up the curb, his head bobbing above, her heart beginning to race. It took him only seconds to reach her, grabbing her face in his hands his lips locking on her mouth all in one motion and taking her by surprise. After what seemed like an eternity she began to kiss him back with a furor, her tongue sliding across his lips trying to enter. It only took a second before his mouth opened allowing her tongue to begin the exploration that was to continue throughout the weekend.

Traffic was a bit hectic leaving the airport but once on the interstate he got a second chance to really look into her eyes, a small tear sitting on the lid of her eye, her happiness as evident as possible. Pushing the coat from between them she slid close, her hand resting on his thigh while she just stared at her fantasy man, the man she never thought she's ever actually set eyes on. Turning his face toward hers he softly kissed her lips “It’s been too long.”

For almost 40 miles they drove in silence, it was felt a bit unnatural to her but she didn't know what to say and was counting on something to fuel discussion soon before she really began to worry. It was almost like ESP because soon he began asking about her flight and how she was feeling. She told him everything had gone smoothly and that the security lines hadn't been that long after all. Still on his thigh, her hand involuntarily had begun to slowly move, her eyes staring at his face as he continued driving his breathing changing somewhat. She wasn't quite sure and slid her hand between his legs her hand softly cupping him. In a matter of minutes she felt movement in his pants although he had moved in his seat slightly. She was sure he was feeling a bit uncertain now, not wanting her to know that just the slight pressure of her palm on his crotch was enough to wake his manhood. Letting her hand rest there, she cupped his balls through his jeans and looked directly at the side of his face, smiling faintly and then squeezing...

Kissing his earlobe softly he heard her husky voice, “There's something growing in there, do you think I should check it out?” her hand rubbing up and down his pants. “I don’t rightly know, what do you think?” was his reply as he felt her turning her body towards him, both of her hands now working on his zipper and button. “I need to know what you have there Baby!” Feeling the button pop open, and hearing unzip he knew he might be in some difficult driving ahead and he was correct as she pulled the zipper wide and found his tool uncovered, he’d left the underwear on the bathroom floor as he had gotten dressed... 

“OhGod Yesssss...,” was all that came out as her lips wrapped around the head. She’d nearly laid down on the truck seat, her knees bent at a ninety degree angle and her toes touching the window. Any cars passing by would see only the driver in the correct position and a pair of ankles and feet facing out of the passenger side window if it had been open. “OhGod Baby...,” he forced himself to concentrate on the road as her mouth began exploring. Opening her mouth just slightly she felt his shaft enter her mouth. It was so pink and smooth. And it was, well it was a bit larger in real life than it had looked in the pictures he had sent her but she was ready for it since she was going to have the lunch she really wanted to eat...

Once the car finally turned into the drive he told her they had received their destination which was just as well considering he had been concentrating on not cumming in her mouth for the past five miles. She lifted her mouth from his swollen member and took her first look at the house and the land around it. The house was a simple single story ranch and it had a two car detached garage, which was what looked like about one hundred yards away from the front door. Getting out of the truck she looked to the west and watched as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, darkness enveloping them as they took the luggage from the truck and leisurely walked to the door...

After giving her a quick tour of the house, he grabbed her bags and walked down the hallway towards the room he hoped they would spend most of their time in. Pushing the door open with his foot he dropped one bag on the floor and turned the light switch on illuminating what was to be a love haven for the two of them. Walking toward another door he quickly turned on another switch, “This is the master bath,” turning into her awkwardly, but recovering nicely, kissing her softly. “Lets put your bags away later,” he said with a mischievous look in his eyes... 

He opened two empty drawers of the dresser, “Put your clothes in here and you'll find some empty hangers in the closet for anything you need to hang,” pointing towards the walk-in closet. “I’ll let give you some time to get acclimated, I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said and quickly left her. She was a bit tired and after unpacking her bags into the dresser drawer and hanging up the slacks and dress she’d brought she lie down on the bed, asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow...

Waking up in a panic on her stomach she tried to sit up but soon realized she would be moving no where, each of her wrists had been bound to a bedpost, as had each of her ankles and to make matters worse, what seemed to be a ball was in her mouth, a piece of tape holding it firmly in place. “Hmmmmm...are those ropes a bit tight,” the first thing she’d heard since waking. She could barely make out his figure in the corner other than the mask covering his head and that his cock was at attention. “I’ve been considering just how I was going to fuck you bitch, at least the first go around...and with your mouth full I guess I won't have my cock in there.” Walking to the side of the bed she watched as he stroked his manhood, a droplet of cumm seeping from the head. “How about a good old fashioned ass fucking, would that be satisfactory,” he said dryly. She could only imagine the lust in his eyes but she didn’t recognize the voice and realized her bottom was soon to be ravaged by his tool. “I think I will just have my way with that ass of yours, do you love it in the ass, lets see if a cock in that ass will turn you into a sex crazed bitch!” As he climbed onto the bed she saw the pillow in his hand. Slowly he slid it under her stomach, lifting her ass off the bed. She’d only been fucked in the ass from behind, but this was something totally new, he’d be fucking her ass for his own enjoyment not hers and she began to imagine his cock plugging her tightest little hole...

She felt the finger enter her tight little hole at which time she also felt him climb onto the bed. He began to slide his finger in and out of her bottom with the same rhythm his cock was stroking across her leg as he straddled it. It seemed his finger was sliding deeper in her ass with each stroke and although she didn't want him to know so quickly what he was doing to her, she heard her own breathing become more shallow with each downward stroke. The ball in her mouth made it impossible to speak but not for him to hear as her first orgasm began to build deep in her belly. Unfortunately for her he took his finger from her bottom, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm but not fulfilled. "So, how's it feel to be left at the brink, but not satisfied?" He had slid off the bed and was standing in front of her now, his member at attention. "Why don't you prepare me to enter that sweet ass of yours?" at which time he ripped the tape from her mouth, the ball falling to the ground. "I...I want..," was all she said before he forced the head of his cock into her mouth, his fingers grabbing her hair, pulling himself into her mouth. "Suck it Bitch! Take it in that slutty little mouth of yours!" She felt the shaft sliding deep in her mouth, the tip touched the back of her mouth before she began to gag although the reflex did little to help her as he ignored her gagging and began to thrust his hips in her face. Acting like the piston in a car, the shaft slammed in and out at a quicker pace, as she heard his moans grow louder and louder. As he shuddered for the first time she felt the long jet of cumm coat the back of her throat, the second jet filled her enough that she involuntarily swallowed, the cumm sliding down her throat and into her belly. His fingers gripped her hair tighter as he bucked wildly against her face, a third and fourth load deposited in her mouth and something wet dripped from her mouth now. After swallowing for the second time, she felt the wetness between her legs, her mouth sucking uncontrollably on his hardness. She'd begun to feel like the slut he was treating her like... 

The feeling became stronger when he pulled his cock from her lips, wiping it against her cheek before loosening the ropes and quickly walking out. It only took a few seconds to free herself but she realized by the time she reached the living room that she was the only person in the house. Her mind began to race, questioning whether she had dreamt the whole scenario, but it couldn't be, it just couldn't, she had dried cumm all down her chin...

After taking a long shower, she heard a door slam and heard someone come into the house. Opening the door slightly and peeking out, she saw him carrying a sack of groceries and set them on the kitchen counter. Opening the door wider she heard, "Did you have a good rest, I went to the store so we didn't have to waste time on looking for a place to eat." She couldn't be sure but it would have taken longer to go to the store, make purchases, and drive back than the amount of time she had been set free. Her initial reaction might be wrong, she may have just been fucked by someone else, or she had had the most realistic dream of her life!!!!!!!!! She quickly retreated into the bedroom, not only to put fresh clothes on, but to decide if she should tell him what had happened while he was out...

He'd never said cooking was one of his hobbies but by the time she had primped and pampered an Italian dinner was on the table. Wonderful smell of lasagne, Italian bread, vegetables with a glass of wine at each place setting. She felt like she was at a high-class restaurant when he pulled her chair out, placing a napkin on her lap as he helped slide her chair in before seating himself. Touching her hand, she heard him say, "We need this to keep our energy up while we make love.!

Dinner seemed like a blur as the two stared into each others’ eyes while feasting not only on the Italian cuisine but on the shape of each others bodies. About half way through dinner he quickly stood, then walked to her chair and slowly unbuttoned her blouse all the while she looked lustfully into his eyes. Once he'd slid the blouse from her arms he unsnapped her brassiere, letting it fall into her lap, then returning to his chair. Her nipples had become semi-erect by the time he'd placed his napkin back in his lap and by the time he'd taken the next bite her nipples were rock hard. 

He finished his dinner with her nipples erect, his cock grown to its full length, her eyes lusting for pleasure. Pushing the dishes off the table and onto the floor, she stood and lowered her breasts to the tabletop, her ass lifted high in the air. Her cunt was soaking by now and she needed his manhood to fill her, fill her and take her as he'd never taken a woman before and like it was ESP, he strode quickly to her end of the table, ripping her skirt from her waist and dropping his jeans to the floor. He felt her fleshy hips in his fingers as he grabbed her, sliding his hardness between the cheeks of her bottom, his cock finding her wetness and entering her. The loudness of her moan scared him at first, but motivated him to begin stroking his member in and out of her, the palm of his hand slapping her ass in rhythm to their lovemaking... 

After her third orgasm she felt his body tense, knowing he was about to cumm, she pushed back against his cock, feeling it sink deeper that it had been as of yet, and wiggled her hips as he let out a loud moan as his seed entered her pussy. Around her second orgasm she began to feel like a slut and now wanted to be a nasty whore for him. Pulling away from him she felt his cock slide from its home inside her wetness, she dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his wet manhood in her mouth, tasting the mixture of their juices. Wrapping her arms around his hips, her hands grabbing is ass cheeks, she pulled his cock deep into her mouth and began to suck his rod like never before. It was no longer as hard but as he grabbed her hair in his hands and began bucking his hips, she felt it grow in her mouth... 

She had the picture of his cock in her head, the well defined head, but taking him into her mouth for the second time she realized that she loved sucking it more than any cock she'd had before. It grew and grew as he became more excited by her lips and tongue, his hands grabbing her hair, his hips bucking into her face. Pulling it from her mouth she told him she was his whore and that her mouth was his cocks’ home whenever it needed it. Replacing it into her mouth she continued the assault on his shaft, her pussy dripping with their juices along with the new juices that were being created as he fucked her mouth, her mind racing as she felt another orgasm building in her womb. Taking her hand she softly pushed against his thigh, parting his legs barely. After taking his cock from her mouth she placed a finger in her mouth for just a second, taking the same finger and sliding it behind his balls and into his asshole. He screamed for an instant as she rammed her finger deep into his bowels, then began to moan softly as she gently worked her finger in and out of him, his cock deep in her mouth again...he was being doubly pleasured and from the sounds coming from him she'd found a wonderful way to control her lover...

He'd cum in her mouth after five minutes of her finger in his ass and she felt it was her turn. After climbing on to the table she lay down on her back, motioning him to put a piece of lasagna on each of her breasts, then one on her wet pussy. After complying with her request he looked to her and listened as she commanded him to return to dinner, he was to eat the food from her body. Gingerly he went about the task of eating each piece from her breasts, taking extra time to lick each nipple until it was again rock hard then kissed down her belly to her cunt, taking even more time to clean her, tasting not only the food but her juices and his own cum that had been deposited in her vagina. After the orgasm brought on by is tongue cleaning her pussy she pushed him off, rolling onto her belly and announcing that it was desert time. Looking into her eyes he instantly knew what that meant and quickly went to the refrigerator and brought back the chocolate custard desert. As he surveyed the table he left the room momentarily and came back with a thick pillow. Gently sliding the pillow under her hips he smiled devilishly, knowing that his desert was nearly at hand and grabbed the first cup of custard. Taking a spoon he dolled out the custard on her ass cheeks, spreading them after he finished emptying the bowl so that the custard could slide down between her sweet buns. Now desert was to actually begin...

She felt his fingers spreading her, his tongue snaking across her tightest little hole, her moans escaping her mouth involuntarily. The custard tasted heavenly with just enough taste of her ass, motivating him to lick her ass even more, her moans growing and growing as he began to fuck her ass with his tongue until she began to tremble as another orgasm rocked her body. That was the signal and he quickly slid his shaft between her buns, pressing the tip into her little hole, all the time ignoring her screams as he began to fuck her in the ass...

Grabbing her hips he pushed and pulled his tool in and out of her tight little butt, listening as the screams of pain turned quickly into moans of pleasure and finally into pleading for more, more cock in her ass and that the cock find its way deeper into her. He began to slap her ass in rhythm to his strokes and his orgasm grew quickly, his scream signaling the release of his orgasm as he pumped his cum into his slut...He crumbled on top of her as the last of his cum left and filled her vagina hearing her moan softly again. They lay like that for a long time. When his cock slipped from her, they slowly and deliberately cleared the table, stacking the dished in the dishwasher and found their way to the bedroom, climbing in and collapsing in each others’ arm, their minds trying to grasp the amount of passion that had been expended this first day...and what would the new day bring...



First Meeting



At the airport arrival lounge through the crowds of busy people, I caught a glimpse of her for the first time. My heart starts to pound faster. The thoughts and excitement filled my head that I can finally touch and caress my online love (Leanne). She is everything that I had hoped and dreamed. I loved how her hair flowed and caressed over her breasts in her low cut top that she said she would be wearing. She made her way through the crowds of people to get to me.

Finally, within touching distance, I take her in my arms and pull her close to me. My emotion flowing as it takes over me. She smells so good and her skin feels so soft on my lips as I kiss her on the cheek. We walk hand in hand to her car stopping occasionally to kiss and hug each other.

Her brother (Jason) turns and says. "Hey you love birds behave yourselves."

We get to the car park. Her brother opens the trunk and I put my suitcases in. She gets in the car first allowing her legs to part just enough to flash her thighs at me. I climb in sitting next to her.

Her brother's voice breaks the silence

"You have a good flight over from England Rob."

"Yes it was great not as scary as I thought it will be" Being my first flight.

Leanne said, "Lets get going! I'm sure he needs some rest after such a long flight."

"Ok sis, keep your panties on."

I hold Leanne's hand and watch the scenery flying past as Jason drives. A mixture of nervous and excitement full me at being in a strange new country. We finally reach Leanne's house. I go to the trunk to fetch my suitcase out.

"Leave that Rob, Jason will get it I want to show you round my house."

"Ok Leanne."

I follow her in to her house into the front room and grab hold of her and kiss her passionately on the lips warping my arms round her and holding her close to me. As I slip her some tongue she circles her tongue round mine before gently starting to suck it.

"I thought you was showing him round your house not the inside of your mouth." Jason sarcastically says as he brings my suitcases in.

"Bring your suitcase to my bedroom and I'll unpack for you while you go take a shower to freshen up." Leanne says has she pulls away from me.

Leanne hands me a robe and a towel from my suitcase and directs me to the shower. I head to the shower her brother says as I pass him. "I have to go I'll let you pair have some privacy I'll be back round later with my girlfriend."

"Ok see you later's Jason take care."

I close the bathroom door turn the shower on and start to get undressed then step in to the shower. Taking the shower gel I pour some on my chest and begin to wash my self I begin to daydream as I lather myself up thinking of Leanne and all the intimate things that I been wanting to do with her. I start to stroke my aroused cock as I drift further in to my daydream.

"You need some help with that sexy."

My heart miss's a beat as I realise Leanne had entered the room and had been watching me I wasn't sure how long she had been there.

"Oh I was just thinking of you."

She looks down at my hard soapy cock and say's. "Hmm I bet."

She undoes the zip on her dress and lets it fall to the floor to reveal round firm breasts straining to get out of a black lace bra. My eyes move down lower she as no panties on. She parts her legs to give me a better view, Wow her pussy is amazing big juicy inner lips and an oh so sweet clit peeking out.

"I look much better live then over a cam on NetMeeting, Don't you think."

"Oh yes your unbelievable Leanne." I stutter out.

She steps in to the shower with me I bring my hands up to her breasts to start exploring her circling my hands round her breasts then cupping them then bringing my head down to start kissing them all over she throws her head back and moans my name. I Move my mouth to her nipple and gently flick my tongue over her hardening nipple then gently sucking it in to my mouth swirling my tongue all over it before moving across to her other nipple.

"Oh baby feels so good to be caressed again."

Leanne had been keeping herself celibate for me ever since she met me online some 12 months ago in spite of her high sex drive.

I trace my tongue from her breasts working down her seductively she parts her legs a little and I flick my tongue over her hard erect clit. She sighs. "Ooh yesss baby feels so good."

I teasingly move down away from her pussy as her moans start to get louder caressing my hands down her legs and tenderly kissing and nibbling her thighs. Before moving back up to her pussy licking longly along her slit parting her juicy inner lips to taste her for the first time. Mmm she tastes so good. Tracing my tongue up over her mound working slowly up her kissing and licking cupping a hand on each breast flicking my tongue over her fully aroused nipples.

Worshipping her body with my hands and mouth she holds my head and lifts me up to her lips kissing me with lust and slipping her tongue in to my mouth I gently suck on it while teasing the tip of her tongue with mine. She caress's her hands down my back moving them onto my bottom. Then round to the front of me stroking her hands over my cock circling her fingers round the rim of my knob before moving her hands down to cup my balls in her hands.

"Mmm baby I want to suck you dry."

She kneels down in front of me letting the underside of her tongue stroke down over my shaft as she lowers down. Tracing her tongue over my balls as she grips my shaft and starts to stroke my rock hard shaft. She moves up and flicks her tongue over the tip of my knob. Tasting my precum for the first time she expertly licks my jap's eye before pulling my foreskin right back and flickering her tongue round the rim of my knob then sucking my throbbing cock in to her hungry mouth.

"Damm Leanne you sure now how to give head girl."

Harder she sucks on my knob while stroking me up and down.

"Oh god baby much more of this and I'm going to shoot my load."

She moves her hand down on to my balls and holds them and takes me deeper in to her mouth. I rest my hands on her head as she takes more of my length in to her hot mouth. Deeper my cock goes she deep throats me the sensation of this sends me over the edge and my body begins to shake as I reach the point of no return. Leanne pulls back till my knobs just in her mouth 

"Oh fuck I'm cumin Leanne."

She squeezes my balls as I spray my hot cum in to her mouth harder she sucks getting every drop of my hot cream. She unclamps her mouth from my cock and licks her lips showing a cum covered tongue a little dribbles down her chin.

"Wow baby your no stranger to cock sucking that's the best blow job I've ever had."

She winks at me, I kneel down with her and kiss her tasting my cum on her lips. We sit in the shower kissing and caressing each other giving me time to recharge. We step out the shower and dry each other off before heading to the bedroom.

I sit her on the edge of the bed and part her legs then kneel down and look up at her and say.

"Now let me give you some long overdue pleasure."

I lick up along her leg up on to her thigh licking and kissing running my tongue over her pussy then back down her other thigh kissing and licking. She leans back some more and spreads wider.

"Oh god baby stop teasing and eat my pussy." She screams out.

I take her legs and push them wide and back on to her breasts as she lye's back exposing her sweet pussy to me. I lick from her ass hole up over her pussy lips and over her clit then licking down over her pussy with the underside of my tongue. Then tugging on her juicy inner lips with my teeth pulling them out then letting them go doing it over and over. Her pussy cream starts to drip out of her as I do this I take my tongue and lap her cream up she tastes so sweet.

Parting her lips with my tongue I start to tongue fuck her moving a hand up on to her clit I roll her clit between my fingers as I do this. Deeper I push my tongue in to her feeling her hot twat tighten and squeeze my tongue as she gets close to orgasm. I move up and suck her hard clit in to my mouth alternating between sucking and licking.

"Oh yes, Oh yes, baby don't stop."

Harder I suck her sweet clit as she gets close I move down to catch all her juices in my mouth as her cum gushes out of her pussy.

"Mmm baby that's it take all my cream in your mouth." She moans out.

I lick all her juices up, "Leanne get on all fours for me."

She turns round and arches her back sticking her ass up in the air. Shit I got to say what a wonderful view her pussy lips hanging down between her creamy thighs. I stand up and Take my cock in my hand and start to rub my knob round her clit. Then up between her slick pussy lips her lips look so sweet flickering over my knob. I take hold of her hips and push hard right in to her hot cunt.

"Ooh that's it Rob fuck me hard I been needing it for so long."

Deeper and harder I fuck in to her with long thrusts banging all the way in to her pussy then sliding out to the tip of my knob. My balls slapping against her thighs I reach underneath her and start to stroke her engorged clit tugging it with my fingers as I slam in to her pussy.

Her cunt starts to spasm round my shaft as she reaches another orgasm the effect of this brings me close and I shoot my cum deep in to her pussy. I collapse on the bed next to her gather her up in my arms and we lie there cuddling and chatting until we both fall asleep.



First Meeting



You lead me from the hotel lobby, past the elevator bank, into a stairwell, and I follow....still unsure of exactly what I'm doing or why I'm doing it. I know that I want you...want to feel you kiss me, touch me, possess me. But I also know that I'm due home in an hour and that I've got a marriage to protect. I hate these decisions--any decisions. Why isn't life easier?

We smile at each other as we shut the door behind us. Our first moments together in private. Your eyes are so strong on mine that I blush and my smile turns shy. You pull me close and begin to kiss me. Softly at first, your hands in my hair and grazing my face gently, my hands exploring your chest, your arms, your back. Then your kiss turns harder, more passionate, as you know I want because it's how I've always described it online. Your hand begins to pull and twist my hair...not yanking, just gradually harder and harder, controlling my movements, forcing my head to press hard against your lips. I feel your erection against my leg. God, I'm enjoying this, but it's all going too, too fast. I get scared, realizing what I'm getting myself into. I suddenly push you away.

"Too much?" you ask, in almost too understanding a tone. "It's okay-- really. Come here. Just one more kiss and we'll get going. A soft kiss, just for goodbye."

Believing you, I come forward to you. You smile as I approach. You kiss me gently and run your hands down my shoulders. Then, before I know it, you've twisted me around abruptly, so that my back is toward you. You press me roughly against the wall, pinning me against it. Your hands each grab one of my wrists and bring them above my head, where your right hand holds them firmly together. As I start to yell, your left hand covers my mouth, muffling all sounds. You thrust forward, banging me into the wall to get my attention.

"Listen," you whisper in a stern tone. "No more kidding around. I'd like to have time for flirting and cajoling, but, to be honest, we only have a few minutes and there are some things we're going to do together before we separate." I try to scream but your hand presses harder against my lips. "Look, we can do this my way, or we can do it yours. My way, you're out of here in a few minutes. Your way, fighting me, we're going to have to start training you to listen. And if that happens, well, you're going to miss your ferry. And I'm going to miss my dinner."

Your words are cold against my ear, your body hard against mine. I realize that I'm too weak to fight you off. You feel me relax slightly, slackening my posture. You continue to speak. "Lady, are you listening? This is what we're going to do. I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. And you--you are not going to yell or whisper a word of protest. Otherwise, we're going to take the scenic route. Understood?"

I nod weakly and you remove your hand. You're still holding my wrists above my head with one hand and now you slip the other hand onto my belly. I feel your erection against my ass and you move slighly left to right and back again, enjoying me.

"You're such a smart girl," you whisper. "So smart that I just know that you know what I want to do to you. What I AM going to do to you. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to tell me what I want to do. And if you're right, I'm going to do it."

"And if I'm wrong?" I whisper back.

"Let's just hope you're right, for your sake, sweetheart," you answer. "So what is it? Where is this hand going?"

I feel your hand slowly moving up my abdomen. "My breasts, you're going to touch my breasts."

"Smart girl, very smart." You pull my blouse from inside my skirt and move your hand underneath. "Lady," you whisper, "next time, a button-down shirt. Less work for me. I want you to learn to make it easy for me." Your hand firmly carresses my belly, and up toward my breasts. You find the front clasp and undo the bra. You cup my right breast and caress it and it becomes hard in your hand. Then you pull the nipple between your thumb and forefinger and start rolling it roughly.

"Ow!" I gasp. "Please, don't. It hurts."

You bang me hard against the wall with your body, my head hitting the wall. "What did I tell you about protests?" you hiss angrily. You work on my nipple even more roughly and then move to the other one, which suffers the same treatment. It hurts and I start to whimper and cry softly. 

"We don't have time for tears, my dear, " you say--almost sweetly. "Where is the hand going now? C'mon, I don't want to have to hurt you again."

Between soft sobs, I whisper back, "My legs. Between my legs."

"There, I knew we were on the same wavelength. I knew you would be a quick study." Your hand moves down and inside my pantyhose. It heads right for my patch of dark blond hair and finds my clit almost immediately. You feel how hard it is, how wet I am, how much this whole thing is turning me on, despite my tears and protestations. You begin to rub it and I begin to feel the weakness in my knees and the pleasure you're bringing me. I arch my back in pleasure, feeling your rhythmic strokes. 

"Listen," you whisper. "I'm going to take my hand off your wrists. I'm going to trust you not to move them. If you do, I'm going to take my tie and tie them to the door hinge. Understand?"

"Yes," I nod, not wanting you to stop what you're doing. You take your hand off my wrist and move it to my breasts, where you again begin to roll my nipple. I'm caught. Do I protest and risk you stopping your caress between my legs? Or do I learn to endure the pain? I choose door number two. I'm arching my back against you, my hands still up in the air, fighting internally between pleasure and pain, responsibility and release.

Your finger moves from my clit and ventures inside my vagina. You begin finger-fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers. You feel how tight I am inside, feel me squeezing against your fingers. You're moving quickly, roughly--almost lifting me off the ground with each thrust. I'm losing it and you feel it. You know I'm about to come. You stop abruptly.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." I beg. You press me against the wall. "But we're not done here, my dear. Maybe when we're finished. Maybe then you'll have what you want. But first, you have to show me some things. Like how deep you can take me in."

You slowly turn me around and press me down to my knees. "Unzip me" you demand and, frightened of what might happen if I don't comply, I obey. "Now put your hands behind you and clasp them together. Lift your head and open your mouth. And don't think --not for a minute--that you're going to give me a blowjob," you tell me. " I'm taking you in the mouth. Using you. Raping those pretty little lips. Just like you kept promising online." 

You put your hand behind my head and force your hard cock between my lips. And then start thrusting. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I can barely breathe. I feel like I'm choking. You are practically pounding my head against the wall--the only thing that's saving me is the fact that your hands are there as a buffer. Over and over, again and again. Finally, you cum, filling me with your semen. You hold my head tightly against you so I have no choice but to swallow you. I try not to gag.

You pull away from me and look down at me, smiling slightly. Your finger goes under my chin and you guide me to a standing position and begin to kiss me softly. Your hands on my face again. And in my hair. So gentle.

"Now then, that's better. Now we really have gotten to know each other better," you smile. 

"Won't you please finish what you started with me," I plead, reaching for your hand to bring back down between my legs. But your hand doesn't move.

"Now if I did that, we'd have nothing to work toward next time, would we?" 



First Meeting



Moaning loudly and grimacing, Samantha prepared for yet another smack to her ass by Bill’s hand. He was good -- switching the intensity and speed with which He slapped her ass. Alternating cheeks, He stopping to rub at times, savoring the warm redness He had caused. She felt herself gasping for air as He continued his assault on her ass -- this time slapping three times rapidly. Samantha felt she was on the verge of tears, and did her best to stop them from coming. 

Jolting, her stomach in knots, Samantha realized it was a dream, and tried to relax by snuggling back into her seat and pulling a blanket  over her body. She had been anticipating this trip for quite a long time, and while she was very excited to finally be on the airplane, she was also more than a little nervous about what would happen when the plane landed at Christchurch International. 

That initial moment when they saw each other -- would they smile and feel the warmth of recognition and comfort wash over them? Or would they be nervous, and awkwardly stumble to find the right words? Samantha shook her head, and said to herself - “que sera, sera” repeating audibly, “Whatever will be, will be. There’s no use worrying about it.” Reclining her seat, she closed her eyes and relaxed for the rest of the flight. 

The captain’s voice jarred her out of a delightful calm - they would be landing in New Zealand in 30 minutes - right on schedule. Reaching for her purse, she nervously moved towards the bathroom to freshen up. Locking the door behind her, she stared into the mirror and giggled - a smile washing over her whole body. “What are you so worried about???” she asked the reflection. Rolling her eyes, she reached into the bag for a hairbrush ... T/their favorite ... and stroked her long tresses with it, loving how soft it felt in her hands. Dampening a small cloth, she washed her face, and applied fresh powder and lipstick, adding a bit of gloss as well, to make her full lips more appealing to Him. Checking her profile in the mirror, she smoothed her clothes and smiled. One quick slap to her ass, and she was out the door, heading back to her seat - feeling refreshed, invigorated and more than a little excited to walk through that door and into His arms. 

When the moment came to deplane, she felt those dreaded butterflies in her stomach once again. People were moving quickly off the plane, and she was next. Reaching for her carry-on, she placed it onto the ground, and wheeled it behind her as she moved off the plane. She walked slowly through the hall towards the area where she knew He would be waiting for her. Half-way through, she stepped aside so others could pass, and took several deep breaths, as He’d taught her. More relaxed, and finally ready, she took those final steps and found herself in the very bright and loud airport terminal. 

Nervously looking around the area, Samantha became a bit worried when she didn’t see Him. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned around -- there He was! A large smile raced for her lips, and surged throughout her body.  Looking at Him, she saw that He, too, had a very big smile on His face. Letting go of her bags, she wrapped her arms around Him - so happy to finally be able to feel Him against her. She felt His arms around her, and heard Him whisper “It’s good to finally meet you, Samantha” as He squeezed her to Him.  Looking into each others eyes, they both laughed and He took her hand in His, and they walked through the airport to his car. 

Reaching the car, He opened the door for her and she turned to impulsively kiss Him. A quick kiss - and then she would get into the car, she thought. She pressed her lips to His, for just a moment, and then smiled at Him, turning to have a seat. He wasn’t done with her, however, and spun her back around, pressing Her back against the car - His body against hers, as He kissed her. Desire surging through her body, she returned the kiss quite hungrily, her arms reaching around Him as she felt His hands moving down to cup her ass cheeks. After what seemed like an eternity, He ended the kiss and told her to get in the car. 

Samantha was amazed, as they drove, by her new surroundings. She couldn’t remember ever having been in a more beautiful place. The mountains seemed to be calling her name. Everything was so lush and beautiful! She could barely wait to get out of the car to enjoy it more. Bill’s hand went to her thigh, and sending a jolt of excitement throughout her. Placing her hand atop His, she idly stroked it as she looked at Him and smiled. 

Putting the window down, Samantha enjoyed the breeze flowing through her hair. It was such a lovely day, and the sky was a gorgeous shade of blue. She should have been quite tired from the flight, but she wasn’t. The last thing on her mind was sleep. 

Feeling the car slowing, she saw they were entering a place called Hagley Park. As He parked the car, Bill explained that He had packed a picnic so that they could enjoy some quiet time together in one of the most beautiful places in His city. Samantha smiled, and got out of the car, slowly walking to meet Him near the back, which He had opened to retrieve the basket of food He’d prepared. Samantha saw a blanket there as well, and reached in for it, smiling at Him as she held it closely to her. 

They walked in silence through the park, hand in hand. Samantha was once again amazed by the beauty around her, and felt Him squeeze her hand, bringing her back to Him. Smiling, she apologized and explained that she was in awe of her surroundings -- they were so different from where she was born and raised. He smiled down at her and suggested they find a spot to sit and enjoy the meal. 

Conversation and laughter flowed easily, about everything and nothing at the same time. They spent a few hours in the park enjoying each others company and stopping every so often to nibble -- usually on the food. During a lull in conversation, Bill looked at Samantha for a long moment and told her to come to Him. Smiling softly, she rose on Her knees and moved towards Him, stopping when she was close to rest back on her feet, her hands locked together on her lap. Smiling at her, His girl, He reached out and caressed her cheek ... his fingers slipping back into her soft, long hair. Samantha smiled softly, her eyes closing as her head fell backwards slightly into His hand. Feeling Him pull her slowly to Him, she opened her eyes and saw Him watching her ... She let out a soft nervous laugh and felt her blood racing as their lips touched and she felt His tongue enter her mouth. The kiss, soft at first, quickly turned into something much more urgent. Feeling His body pressing against hers, Samantha adjusted her position and felt Him lowering her to the ground. Samantha returned his kiss ardently, her hands moving over His back, down to His ass, and then back again. Feeling His leg nudging between hers, Samantha parted her thighs and felt His leg slip between them, His hand moving down her body, sending delightful shivers through Her. Simultaneously they moaned, as Bill nudged her head aside and began kissing and nibbling on her neck. 

A whistle startled them out of their lust-filled haze, and upon opening their eyes they saw a few teenage boys nearby pointing and laughing. Samantha and Bill both laughed and sat  to recompose themselves. “Perhaps we should head back to my place?” He said, and Samantha quickly giggled and nodded in agreement. They quickly packed and returned to the car where they shared one last kiss before leaving. 

Arriving at His home, Bill made drinks for both and they sat to talk some more. As usual, conversation flowed easily and was often full of innuendo or bold comments which continued to make her shiver and blush. Though Samantha did her best to stifle her yawns, Bill realized she must be exhausted from Her trip and told Her it was time for His girl to get to bed. Smiling at Him wide-eyed, He said “no ... such a little slut, aren’t You??? I meant to sleep, hamster cheeks.”  Samantha laughed and sighed softly, not sure if she was thankful for the much needed rest to come, or disappointed. 

He showed her where the bathroom was, and lead her to the bedroom, asking if she wanted to sleep alone tonight, or if she wanted company. Smiling at Him, she told Him she had waited long enough to be with Him, and that she would love it if He would lay down with her, so they could hold each other and drift off to sleep together. 

Samantha retrieved her toiletries from her suitcase, as well as a nightgown she’d purchased just for this trip, and went off to the bathroom. She brushed her hair until it shone, brushed her teeth and changed into the gown -- the dark satin flowing over her and accentuating her fair skin and full breasts. Ready for bed, she took a few deep breaths and went to find Him already in the bed, waiting for Her with a smile on His face and patting the side next to Him. Raising her nightgown, Samantha climbed atop the bed, and crawled over next to Him, snuggling on her side, one arm draped over His body. Quickly moving her legs under the blanket, she pulled it over herself and snuggled even closer to Him. Squeezing Her, He told her to sleep well - tomorrow would be a new and exciting day. 

Samantha woke in the morning to bright sunshine and rubbed her eyes groggily - forgetting for a moment where she was. Sitting up and looking beside her, she was disappointed to see Bill wasn’t there. Before she could get up to find Him, however, He was walking through the door with two steaming cups of tea and a huge smile on His face. Placing the cups on the bed table, He turned to her and said “good morning, pet - I trust you slept well?” Samantha fell back onto the pillows and moaned happily, indicating that she had indeed! Bill got back into bed with her, and they laid there for a while in comfortable silence. Suddenly, He got up and passed her the cup of tea He’d made her and said they had to get ready for their day, as He had a surprise for her!

The trip to Kaikoura was quite eventful - the whole way there, they were laughing and teasing each other. Bill made Samantha squeal on more than one occasion with His pokes and tickles, more than once slipping His hand under her skirt to caress her thigh, which made Samantha blush deeply. Finally arriving, Samantha jumped quickly out of the car -- if He kept that up much longer, her panties would be thoroughly drenched before lunch! Seeing a sign advertising “whale watching” Samantha looked at Bill, wide-eyed and asked if that was what they are doing. He said yes, and Samantha quite excitedly ran to Him and gave Him a big hug and let out a little giggle - “How exciting!!”

The whales were incredible!! Being a city girl, from Detroit nonetheless, Samantha had precious few opportunities to see much of any kind of animal besides the domestic variety. She had no idea whales were sooooo big, and watching them spurt ... oh my God, the things it did to her body... Samantha longed to be with Bill before she came to New Zealand, now she had been there for almost 24 hours and was craving His touch all the more. Seeing those whales spurting made her even more desperate to feel Bill’s cock in her mouth to feel it spurt like that. 

Walking up to Bill, who was leaning back against a rail, she took His hands in hers, and pulled them around behind her, as her body fell into His, their lips meeting in a deep kiss quickly. There was a breeze in the air, which lifted the edges of her skirt as they kissed, and reminded her of how wet her panties were ... how hungry she was to be His completely. As the kiss ended, Samantha smiled at Him, looked down shyly and asked if perhaps they could return to His place. Placing a finger under her chin, He lifted her face to His and told her to look at Him. She did as He directed, and smiled nervously. Bill asked her “Samantha? Are you ready to give yourself to me?” A rush of energy and excitement coursed through her body, as she said “Yes, Sir” and smiled at Him. “Well then”, He said smiling, “shall we?” and He offered His arm. Placing her arm through His, she said “yes please” and they went back to the car. 

As they drove, Bill told her to remove her panties, which she did - her breathing becoming so shallow as she did so, with the trucks going by them -- they could easily see her! Samantha lowered her skirt instinctively over her thighs, only to hear Him say her name disapprovingly, obviously wanting her to keep her pussy on display. A shiver ran through her as she lifted her buttocks from the seat once again and lifted her skirt onto her hips. “Part your thighs, precious” He said ...and she slowly obliged... her whole body aflame. “Good girl”, Bill said, as He moved His hand to cup her pussy, dipping His middle finger into her cunt, knowing instantly how hungry she was for Him. “Are you my whore???” Becoming more and more breathless each minute, she whispered “yes”.  “Excuse me, slut?” He said, and she immediately corrected herself “yes, Sir, i am Your whore”. Patting her pussy, He said “good girl” and told her to keep her thighs spread until they reached His house. 

Entering His home, Bill seated Himself on the sofa, and told Samantha to present herself to Him. A soft, nervous laugh escaping her lips, she slowly reached for the first button on her blouse, a beautiful black lacy creation that made her feel quite sexy. As she moved to unfasten the other buttons, she knew He could see her beautiful creamy cleavage above the lacy cups of her brassiere. Turning her back to Him, she slowly lowered the blouse down over her shoulders and back... it’s material teasing her arms as it fell over them. Turning to watch Him as He watched her, she smiled and blew Him a kiss. Letting the shirt drop to the floor, she reached up and unclasped her brassiere, holding it to her breasts as she felt the straps slip off her shoulders. Crossing her arms in front of herself, she held the right cup in place with her left hand, as her right hand lowered the lacy fabric encasing her left breast. She lightly moved her fingers over her nipple, feeling it harden at her touch. Letting go of the brassiere, Samantha took both breasts in her hands, and squeezed them firmly, her thumbs circling her nipples.... making them ache for His touch

Samantha knew He was aching to see her almost fully-shaved pussy, as He’d told her that no woman He’d ever been with had been shaved. Squeezing her knees together, she bent slightly and lowered her hands slowly down her thighs, her upper arms moving in to press her breasts together as she did so. Grasping at the bottom of her skirt, she slowly rose, her hips moving to their own music as her ever-rising skirt bared more and more of her to Him. 

Sick of the tease, Bill said rather insistently “enough teasing, Samantha ... off with the skirt”. Quickly obeying, Samantha eased the skirt over her hips and stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her strappy sandals now, she stood nervously before Him, her right leg moving of it’s own volition to cross over the other, somewhat hiding her pubis, as her arms crossed in front of her. “Tsk, Tsk Samantha” He said, as He rose before her. Bill instructed her to remove her sandals, and to place both feet on the ground. Walking slowly around her body, she felt his hands on her shoulders, and then felt the warm flesh moving down over her back and then a very loud SLAP as He struck her ass suddenly. “Place your hands on the back of your neck, slut, and spread those feet.” Nervously, she did as instructed, and felt a chill on her breasts where her hands had been. “Good girl” he said, as he walked around to the front of her once again, his eyes moving over every inch of her. 

Stepping in closer, his hand cupping her pussy,  he asked “Whose pussy is this, Samantha?” Short of breath already, she whispered softly “Yours, Sir”. Smiling at her, he told her that was correct, it was His pussy. Slapping one of her breasts, He asked the same question of them, and she told Him that they were indeed His breasts. One finger moving over her lips, he asked “and what about these lips, pet? This tongue? Who owns them?”  Eyes averted demurely, she replied “You do, Sir”, and felt Him pressing that finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes and happily parted her lips, accepting it, licking and sucking as if it were a little cock. She could feel her pussy throbbing desperately already. 

Removing His finger, He moved behind her once again, his hands cupping her ass as He whispered in her ear “and this, my precious? Is this mine as well? To use as I please?” Shuddering as He ran a finger between her cheeks, she said “Yes, Sir”. 

“Come with me”, he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. Pointing to the bed, He told her to have a seat, which she quickly did. “You’ve been aching to have my cock in your mouth for a long time now, haven’t you, Samantha?” He said, as He began to unbutton and remove His shirt. She watched His hands move now to his belt, slowly removing it from His pants. Speechless, she shook her head. Watching Him now remove His pants, Samantha felt a surge race through her body. When she saw Him standing before her, fully nude and partially erect, it was all she could do to stay seated. “Does My slut see something she likes?” Looking up at Him, she shook her head once again. “Speak up,” He said, “and address Me properly.” Taking a deep breath, she said more loudly “Yes, Sir”. Continuing, He said “and You’d love nothing more than to have My cock in your mouth right now, wouldn’t You?” Smiling, and catching herself licking her lips, Samantha responded quite excitedly that yes, she would love nothing more. “Well, then, pet, that’s too bad because you know what I want, don’t you, Sammy?” Her mind racing, she couldn’t find the words to respond. “Very well, I will tell you what I want.  Get up on the bed, Sammy, and lean back against the headboard. I want those legs of yours spread far apart, precious, so I can see every bit of you.” 

Feeling a shiver run through her, Samantha did as He instructed, and parted her legs wide once she was seated. Her hand instinctively moving down to both cover and touch her pussy. “That’s good, Sammy ... I’ve waited a very long time to see you stroking that hot pussy of yours -- to see that shaved cunt glistening.” Pausing for a moment, His eyes locked on her pussy, she heard Him continue “I want you to fuck that pussy hard, Sammy. Would you like this?”  Looking up at Him, she saw He was holding a dildo. Her pussy aching to be filled, she happily said “Yes, Sir! May I please have it?”  Moving closer, He offered it to her, and sat on the bed, leaning back and stroking His cock as He watched her. Placing it on the bed beside her, Samantha continued to stroke with her fingers -- separating the lips, and dipping into her creamy wet pussy. Moving up to her clit and circling, she moaned happily and  flicked her fingernail over it. Her head fell backward against the headboard as desire raced through her. Eyes closed, she let out a moan and felt her breathing quicken -- such sweet sounds coming from that beautiful mouth of hers. Craving more, she reached beside her and grasped the dildo that He had so graciously offered her. Still stroking her pussy, her fingers quite wet now, she licked her lips and placed the head of the dildo to them. Kissing it, she then started to lick around the head, making it nice and wet. Pushing it past her lips, her mouth opened wide and she moaned with delight. “I want to see that dildo in your pussy, Sammy.” Lowering her head, she looked at Him and said “Yes, Sir” ... hoping that if she pleased Him, she would get to have the real thing in her mouth. 

Moving the dildo to her cunt, she parted her lips and began to push it into her tight hole. Working it back and forth, her pussy slowly opened to accept it deeper and deeper into it’s recesses. One finger on her clit, teasing it madly, Samantha began to fuck her pussy faster and faster. “That’s it, baby. I want to see you cum for me. I want to hear your moans. I want to see that pussy juice leaking out over your ass. Do you think you can squirt for Me?” Samantha giggled and said “Yes, Sir, I believe I can”. Working it even faster in and out of her now drenched pussy, Samantha pressed against her clit and ground it into her pubic bone, the pads of two fingers pressing into it and circling, making her crazed with lust -- so very desperate to cum. Feeling herself on the edge, she clenched and thrust harder -- gasping -- her breathing so labored. Samantha knew she was about to cum, and began to work the dildo harder, grinding it against her clit with every thrust. Moaning quite loudly now, she let out a scream as she came. 




First Meeting



Falling back, she tried to regain her composure. Eyes closed, she removed the dildo and idly stroked her pussy as her ability to breathe returned. Feeling the bed move, she opened her eyes to see Him just before His mouth descended upon her cunt. Slowly licking her pubic lips, inside her cunt -- everywhere. Finding her clit, He began to mercilessly tease it, and then moved back to her pussy, tongue-fucking her, and stopping every so often to flatten His tongue and lick firmly from bottom to top, always making sure to end the strokes with the briefest of attention to her clit. Samantha reached for her nipples and squeezed them tightly. Pulling on them, twisting. “Sir, I am so very close. May I please cum when ready?” Hearing Him moan, He stopped and said “Not yet, Sammy.” He moved to lay on His back, and told her to straddle His face. “I want you to grind that pussy down on my face, Sammy ... I want you to do whatever it takes to cum in my mouth. Do you understand?” Moving towards Him, she blushed and whispered shyly “Yes, Sir”. Parting her thighs, Samantha moved over His face and spread her knees wider and wider until she felt His tongue against her once again. She suddenly gasped and reached for her breasts. Squeezing them, and twisting her nipples harshly as she moved her hips back and forth over His mouth. Reaching down to finger her clit, Samantha felt herself ready to explode and moved the finger more quickly over her nub. “I’m going to cum, Sir! Oh my God, I’m going to cum!” 

Moaning loudly, gasping and crying out, she felt Him smack her ass hard. Her body tensing, she let out a long, deep moan. Feeling herself start to cum, she let out a primal scream and felt Him open His mouth wide, pressing tightly to her cunt as she came, His tongue lapping at her drenched cunt. Her breathing laboured, all she wanted was to collapse beside Him, but He was still sucking and licking her pussy, nibbling on her lips. Feeling Him slow down, she moved to lay beside Him and looked at His smiling, glistening face. Moving closer, she ran the tip of her tongue over His lips, tasting herself, before pressing her lips more firmly to His in a very slow, deep kiss. 

Softly moaning, she returned to lay beside Him, her head upon His chest. Feeling His lips against her forehead, she smiled and snuggled more closely to Him. Reaching with His free arm, he found a blanket and pulled it over their bodies. “Sleep well, Sammy.”



First Meeting



He sat at the blue tinted glass table, handling his coffee nervously, eyeing the patrons that streamed in and out of the busy shop.  He had been waiting only a few minutes for her to show up, but the black coils of anxiousness still writhed around him, inevitably tightening their fearsome grip as time passed.  He fidgeted and sipped his coffee.

Lee wore a dark blue/gray sweater that fit just tightly enough to accentuate his long muscles.  He wore a pair of jeans with the shirt and his face held a pair of silverfish, small glasses.  He was otherwise unadorned except for a black onyx pinky ring, which he fingered from time to time.

Lee rose lithely as he spotted Ann.  She walked towards him and he bowed elegantly, taking her hand to kiss it softly and say breathlessly, “I’m so glad to finally meet you.  I have been looking forward to it for quite some time now.”  Ann blushed and murmured something, giving Lee a chance to look at her in person for the first time.  She was absolutely stunning!

She had flowing blonde locks and brilliant blue eyes.  Her lips were full and red and her features perfected her beauty.  She had a long, slender neck and delicate shoulders.  Her breasts were just the right size and very perky, and her stomach was flat and sensuously sexy.  Her legs were long and perfectly formed, and just begged to be wrapped around a strong back.  Lee hadn’t yet seen her ass, but from what he had seen, he had no doubt it was exquisite.

“Lee?” she startled him out of his reverie.

“What?  Terribly sorry, love,” he let go of her hand gently and placed a hand on her back to guide her to their table.  As they approached he pulled her chair out for her and they sat.

They talked for nearly an hour and barely realized they had to get to the restaurant for dinner very soon.  They ended up making it on time but they were both out of breath.  

“You look beautiful tonight,” Lee was smiling as they were seated and had ordered.  His eyes fairly glowed with delight.

Ann smiled back at him, but did not comment.  Soon their food arrived and they ate in near silence, but it was not uncomfortable.  The two stared into each other’s eyes and they both eventually lost interest in their food.  The conversation was polite but neither was paying much attention.

Lee got a devilish notion and, had she recognized it for what it was, Ann might have dwelled on it.  As it was though, Lee slipped off his shoe and touched her ankle and foot with his own.  At first she jumped a little and pulled back, but then realized by the smile on Lee’s face what he was doing.  He continued to softly stroke her leg and make slow, steady progress as he neared her lap.  His foot caressed her thigh and she made a small noise.  She moved closer to his stroking, probing foot, and finally he met her now moist pussy.  At first he rubber her in circles, and she quickly started to get wetter and wetter.  He mouthed to her, “Take off my sock,” and she did.  When he brought his foot bad he started to slip his large toe into her cunt, then wiggled his smaller toes against her clit.  He started to plunge his larger toe in and out of her, faster and faster as he rubbed her clit with his other toes.  It was an obvious effort for her to keep from moaning and several times she slipped in that effort.  Once, the waiter shot her a puzzled glance, but sort of nodded knowingly as he saw Lee wiggling about a bit.  Soon Ann couldn’t help herself and she climaxed, crying out slightly and rattling her chair as she shook and thoroughly wetter her panties and Lee’s foot.

She breathed in raggedly and smiled, dazed.  Lee reclaimed his foot reluctantly and put his shoe and sock back on.

He paid the bill and hand tipped the waiter generously, and they left the restaurant.

“Where would you like me to take you, my lovely lady?” Lee asked Ann, driving around the block.

“Maybe we should go get some drinks at your place,” her eyes held a mischievous glint.

They soon reached his apartment and they sat down, sipping a chilled vintage wine.  “So…” Lee never finished his sentence because Ann kissed him hard, forcing her tongue in his mouth and licking his tongue and lips.  He pulled her onto him and kissed her.  Soon he was grabbing her ass and breasts, squeezing and rolling her hard nipples.

He lay and she made as if to unzip his jeans.  He shook his head and grabbed a double handful of her ass, pulling her up to sit on his face.  He licked the wetness of her silk thong, tasting her musky sweetness and rubbed her hot pussy through the silk. She swayed her hips and lowered her pussy onto his mouth.  He moved the garment blocking her sweet sweet cunt and started to plunge his tongue into her, all the while rubbing her clit.  He kept on, and alternatively sucked and tongue fucked her clit while fingering her cunt.  After several minutes of this, and subtlety increased licking and sucking, she smeared her pussy on his face, bucking and moaning as she came with an explosive orgasm.

She lay with her head on his chest, his hot throbbing cock pressing between her breasts.

He rolled her over and tucked her onto the couch, murmuring something about going to get something.

She nodded absently and curled herself a little more, feeling her hot juices dribbling down her legs.

Lee arrived back shortly and set something down on the nearby glass table. “Stand up please my dear.”  She was tired but feeling great and she did so without hesitation.  He came around behind her and gazed at her tight, rounded ass.  He placed a hand on her back and pushed her forward, bending her over and grabbing the thing he had retrieved.  He paused for a moment and then she felt him lubing up her tight ass hole.  He bent her over nearly double and started to slide his large cock up her ass.  As he got going he started rubbing her breasts and clit while he slammed his dick up her tight, hot hole.  He continued assfucking her hard and she screamed and moaned in pleasure.  Soon they were both panting heavily as he assfucked her hard and then he came and she came with him.  They both started shaking and he fucked her ass hard, and his cum started to drip out of her ass hole and run down her legs.

They collapsed onto the couch and lay in each other’s arms, their cum running together as they kissed.  “Mmmm…” was the last thing both said before falling asleep.




First Meeting



I still felt a little silly, sitting here in this club in the middle of downtown Atlanta all by myself, waiting for someone who may or may not show up, whom I have never met, only talked to over the phone...blah, blah, blah.

The fact of the matter was, I was here, nursing an iced tea – which the waitress had brought me with a look that said, "that's all you're going to have?" Well, it wasn't like she was going to get much more out of me. I don't really drink and never more than one. But I digress. It happens when I'm nervous.

Perhaps I should back up. I'm waiting for Toni. Toni is a woman I 'met' over the Internet. I know, I know, still a risky proposition. But, we've talked quite a few times on the phone, so I know she's not 12 or a man. She lives in Florida, and I live in Canada, but my parents live here, so we agreed to meet when I came down for Christmas, and here I am.

Just then, I see her come in. Her eyes home right in on me and her smile – what a smile! – is a beacon in the dark club. She cuts through the crowd, her strawberry-blonde hair dancing with the lights from the club. I stand on nervous legs, hoping my smile doesn't look like I'm nervous. My cock has arisen, like it's saying, "She's here? Where? What's she wearing?"

"Hi, I'm..." Her finger pressing against my lips cuts me off. "Hello, Jason. Don't say anything just yet." She takes my hand and I let my gaze wash over her for the first time, fiery red blouse straining to contain a set of mouthwatering tits and a short black skirt that frames and encases a dynamite ass, topped (or bottomed) by a set of amazing legs clad in stockings and matching red heels. She looks fabulous!

I'm thinking we're heading to the dance floor, but I am wrong. We move through the crowd towards the back. Now I'm curious.

She leads me to a little hallway off to the side by the bathrooms. It seems to be a utility area, with brooms and mops hanging around. She stops and turns, looking up at me. Her smile dazzles me in the darkness. I look behind and notice that you can't see the rest of the club from here, and can't even see the bathrooms. We're tucked away from prying eyes.

She reaches up and grabs the back of my head, bringing it down into a tentative kiss. Our lips part, and her tongue dances past my teeth into a duel with my tongue. We melt into each other, our lips pressing deeply and wetly into each other, hands moving, caressing, mapping...

She presses into me, her hip grinding into my rock hard cock. I let my hands drop to the ass I have been waiting to touch for months.

"Lift up my skirt," She whispers breathlessly to me. I bunch it up in my hands, revealing to my wandering fingers that she is going commando. No underwear. I knead her firm ass in my hands, letting my fingers move around front to find her dripping wet. She moans as I run a finger up and down the sopping length of her pussy.

I hear a buckle, and realize that she is undoing my pants feverishly. I feel the cool air hit my stiff cock as it springs free through the hole in my boxers.

"Why are there boxers here," she whispers. "Aren't you supposed to be ready for me?"

"I-I'm sorry, Toni," I reply. "I wasn't sure..."

"Shhh...don't worry. At least they are boxers." She moves my cock around until it is poking completely from my underwear. I can feel the precum drip off the head.

She locks her arms around my shoulders, lifting up slightly. I feel her squishy pussy rub over the length of my cock, and a soft moan escapes her lips. I cup my hands under her ass, lifting her up to get her in position.

"Hard, Jason...remember? You have to fuck me hard the first time."

I feel the head of my cock split through her lips and work the length into her slowly...I hear her intake of breath become a deep moan as she lets herself slide down the length of my turgid member. I finally feel her mound come to rest against my balls, and she sighs.

"As nice as I imagined...now fuck me, please?"

I can't believe this is truly happening, but I'm not about to argue. I lift her up almost off my shaft, and then let her drop back down. She locks her legs around my waist and helps thrust my cock back into her furnace of a pussy.

I lean in and kiss her neck, making her gasp. Her hands are flat against my shoulders, giving her leverage to bounce up and down on my hard cock. "Fuck...me...fuck...me," she says, chant-like. I keep her ass cupped in my hands, making sure she rises all the way up my cock, just to slam all the way down again.

Her moans get louder and for the first time I wonder what would happen if someone heard us. I can imagine calling my dad to bail me out for indecent exposure...Merry Christmas.

That image fades as she yelps when our bodies slap together hard. I don't care about jail suddenly.

I move forward, so that her back is pinned against the wall. She locks her ankles around me and just hangs on, allowing me to pound her pretty little pussy against the wall. She practically rips her blouse open, and her big tits bounce free. She pulls down the cups of her lace bra and moans, "Suck them, please."

I lick her pointy nipples fiercely, nibbling and biting them, sucking them deeply into my warm mouth. I can feel the juices from her flaming pussy running down my cock onto my balls. I grab her hips and start trying to drive her through the wall. Her moans have become shouts.

"Hey, look at these two," I barely hear over my shoulder. I keep fucking but cast a glance back over my shoulder. A couple has heard us and moved down to watch. I look into Toni's eyes, but the pair mesmerizes her.

I hear them whispering behind us, but I'm too far-gone to care. All I want is to dump a load of cum into this volcano of a pussy.

I hear Toni whispering, "He's licking her pussy. Oh, god, she's playing with her nipples..." I feel her pussy spasm around my cock and know it won't be long before she cums.

I slam my cock harder and deeper into her, listening to her describe the man's tongue as it snakes into his companion's snatch. "Oh, he's licking her little clit, ohhhh...oh!" With that, I feel her start to spasm and cum all over my cock. I hold my breath, hoping I last.

I do and let Toni's feet find the floor again. I turn her around, and then turn us around, my cock finding her pussy from behind. I see our couple, she is now on her knees, sucking and licking his cock. As I start to pound Toni from behind, the other woman rises up and bends over, facing us. The man takes his cue and sinks his tool into her pussy.

The two women and bent over, face to face, softly moaning as we bang them both hard. Both of us guys trying to fuck his woman harder than the other. Soon, both women are holding hands, moaning loudly as we fuck them silly. I won't last long at this rate.

Luckily, it seems, neither will he. His head rolls back and he starts to moan. I feel the cum boiling in my cock, shooting through my shaft and blasting my seed deep inside Toni's churning pussy. I vaguely hear her moaning and crying out that she is cumming. My movements become jerky, erratic as I dump what feels like a quart of cum into her. I open my eyes and notice that the other guy has his cock out of the woman and has dumped his load all over her ass and back.

My back finds the wall as my legs feel a little weak. Toni stands up and leans against me, our eyes still watching the other couple. They stand, straighten up, and smile at us before walking away hand in hand.

I hold Toni close for a few minutes, feeling the last bit of my cum drip from my cock onto the floor. She finally speaks after a long silence.

"Now, you can buy me a drink and we can get on with this visit."

I laugh, wondering what other adventures lay before us.



First Meeting



October has arrived and you have asked me to meet you, no that’s not right, you have ordered me, to be at the Dolphin hotel by 2 pm. The order arrived by PM earlier this morning. 

Name_unknown (Thu 10/10/02 01:56:32 AM): Your homework for tomorrow: Come to the Dolphin Hotel at Disney. Be in the lobby by 2 pm. Wear a black mini-skirt and white button shirt and heels. Don’t be late.

I shiver at the power behind those words. It has been 5 months since I finally submitted to your power and now I am going to be in your presence. My eyes close and my mind turns inward and I feel the familiar pull, I take a moment to savor the thrill. 

Shaking my head and opening my eyes I glance at the computer clock and see the time of 7 am. I berate myself as I realize that I have just lost 15 minutes savoring the delicious memory of you. I shiver and then push myself away from the computer. Completing my usual morning tasks, I leave to take my son to school. All the while my mind thinks of what potential this day holds. The anticipation sends electric sparks of delight through my body in waves. Occasionally, I close my eyes and draw on the feeling…pulling myself down for just a moment and then letting the feeling ebb.

Returning home, I make a quick phone call to arrange for my son to go to his fathers after school, and then head to the bathroom. I turn the water on in my bath and go to my closet to select the required clothing. Laying the clothing out on the bed, I turn to the mirror and examine myself, running a critical eye over the image in the mirror. I note my physical faults, and shrug. I only hope that I am able to please you. 

Returning to the bathroom I step into the steaming bath. As I sink into the water, I allow my mind to drift to what is going to happen later today. You have not given me any clue as to how I am to greet you, and I wonder what is expected of me. Frustration mounts as I try to figure out what you want of me. I seek only to please and yet you offer so little guidance. I lie back against the edge of the tub and close my eyes, focusing my attention on my body, feeling the warmth of the water, the slight flutter in my stomach, the gentle tug in my mind. I allow myself to focus on and to fully experience the moment as you have taught me too do so.

I begin to let my mind wander, letting go of the frustration, I concentrate on the one thing I know will happen. You will put me into trance. It will be the first “in person” trance I have experienced and I cannot help but to be excited about it. As I focus on the thought, I can feel my body becoming aroused. I can feel the blood rush to my sex an my lips swell and begin to pulse slightly as I consider the implications. Just the thought of being under your hypnotic control in your physical presence is almost more than I can bear. 

I wonder if you will trance me in your room or if you will do it in some public place. This thought makes me wonder again what you expect of me. However, I choose to let my mind wander for the moment and decided that you must at least want to talk a bit before we go to your room. 

I try to imagine meeting you in the lobby of the Dolphin. I wonder if you will come to me or if you will be waiting for me. Without direction my mind starts to fantasize about the possibilities. 

Perhaps a bellman will approach me and ask me if I am Erika. On confirming that I am, he hands me an envelope, inside the envelope is a key with a room number on it. I am surprised that you would direct me straight to your room, but I know better than to delay or question your motives. Feeling a knot of fear in my stomach I glance around the lobby and notice the bellman who had given me the envelope eyeing me as he talks on the phone. 

Taking a deep breath I head toward the elevators. I press the call button, and I let my mind wander as I wait for the elevator to arrive. I am startled by the sound of the bell of the elevator just before the doors open. I hesitate for just a moment before entering the elevator, and then press the number 10 and watch as the doors slide shut. I focus my attention on my body and I feel the nervousness, the excitement, and the fear. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing, my breath coming in short shallow gasps.

My mind is screaming at me about how foolish I am being. My mind plays with the thought of an imagined headline of the murder at the Dolphin Resort. I smile at myself, knowing how foolish I am being. Knowing that even if I knew that was your intention I would not be able to stop myself. The fear in my stomach solidifies as the elevator reaches the 10th floor. The doors slide open and I step out on to the landing. I check the numbers and head toward the room that is indicated in the envelope. 

When I find the door I stop myself, and take a moment to breath. To enjoy the excitement, to feel the heightened senses caused by the fear I am feeling. I have so many strong feelings I am almost unable to stand. I am fighting the pulling in my mind, wanting to follow it down into my center, wanting to surrender to the feelings that I know are just there at the edge of my mind. I knock on the door and shiver with excitement and fear, but there is no answer. I put the key in the lock and open the door. 

I look around the room and I am amazed. The heavy curtains are drawn blocking out the bright sunshine, and around the room there are dozens of candles flickering. The room is one of the junior suits with a small parlor area and a door leading off to the master bedroom and bath. I can hear water running and I wander that direction. The bath is almost full of steaming hot water. On the surface of the water red rose petals float along with several floating candles. I reach over and turn the water off and look around the bathroom.

On the counter is a note, a boom box, a bottle of champagne, and a crystal glass.

I read the note, “Turn on the tape and take a bath, have a glass of champagne, and prepare yourself for me, when your finished put the robe on and come out to the parlor.” 

I walk over to the boom box and press play, I poor myself a little of the champagne and sip it as I undress. My mind is even more confused now that I have no idea what to expect. As usual you have taken what I expected and twisted it all around. I climb into the bathtub and let the hypnotic music relax me. Suddenly, I realize that I can hear your voice intertwined with the music and realized that this is no innocent ploy to relax me. The thought is a fleeting one as my mind surrenders to your voice and I let the feelings your words evoke rise up and take me. 

I don’t know how long I am in the tub but it is the sound of movement outside the bath door that brings my attention back to reality. It takes me a few moments to realize that I’m not at the Dolphin resort but in my own bath. The bath water has cooled and I realize I will have to hurry in order to not be late. I wash my hair and shave those areas that need attention and quickly exit the bath.

My fantasy has heightened my awareness around me and I shiver as I open the bathroom door. I notice the cat has knocked over a glass of water onto floor, and for once I am thankful for his clumsiness. Who knows how long I would have lay in the tub and enjoyed that fantasy? Carefully doing my hair and makeup, and dressing in the cloths I laid out, I look at the clock and am shocked to see the time as 1 pm. I feel a stab of fear as I realize I am going to need to hurry or I will be late. I grab my purse and keys and head to the garage.

Getting into my car I start the engine and back out of the driveway. As I head down the road, I go into automatic driving mode and let my mind wander back to my fantasy. I think of the snap of the tape player bringing me back to myself, and I step out of the bath. I hear activity in the room beyond and assume you have returned. I put the white terry robe on and open the bathroom door. I feel my breath shorten again and I feel my nerves and my senses heighten as I head out in to the parlor. I stop on the threshold of the room and see a woman setting up a massage table. She glances at me and indicates the table. I lay down and she helps to remove the robe and covers me with a cool crisp white sheet. My senses are so heightened I feel every place that the sheet touches as it settles onto my back and legs. 

Just before I get completely comfortable she reaches touches my head, indicating I should look at her. As I lift my head, she slips a blindfold over my eyes and settles it in place. I am stunned, and my breathing, my pulse, my heart all begin to race. I put my head down into the face cradle and attempt to relax as my mind races and reels. Pulled between trance feelings and falling into a submissive subspace. Then I hear the door to the room open and the murmur of voices, a man and a woman’s. I cannot hear the words but I know it is your voice. I know that you are in the room watching me. I begin to reach for the blindfold and hear your voice, “No, don’t move.” 

I am surprised by how close you are to me. I feel a shiver run down my spine. A gentle caress of goose bumps on my flesh, the delightful shock of excitement as the hair on the back of my neck begins to stand. I feel your hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to relax back into the face cradle. I strain to hear any sound you make. And jump as I feel the hands of the masseuse on my back. I try to relax, but I know you are there. The thought builds up my excitement and desire. Knowing you are somewhere nearby watching me. Suddenly, I lose the ability to hear the noises of the room as a headset is placed over my ears blocking out any outside sound, with a slow erotic music. 

I focus my attention again on the experience. With each and every deep breath in, and each and every deep breath out, expanding and collapsing my world into a single thought, a single desire…..surrender….surrendering to the sensations building deeply down inside me, opening to the possibilities, with every deepening breath the feeling becoming even stronger, the dark delight surrounding my mind, spinning me deeper, feeling my body drifting down….surrendering and floating free, desiring, and needing to float free in my mind…dreamy images pulling me along…first one direction, then another...my mind twisting and turning…I again lose track of time. 

The masseuse gently shakes me awake and removed the headphones and blind fold. My eyes dart around the room and I realize that she and I are alone. 

Disappointment fills my mind and I quickly focus my attention on how wonderful I feel. My entire body is electric with desire. My mind is on the edge of trance and I am in a completely submissive frame of mind. The masseuse directs me toward the master bedroom and I walk towards the door.

On the bed lay a dress and shoes. I put the black dress on and marvel at how well it fits. The shoes are also a perfect fit. I find a note propped on nightstand. 

This note reads, “Go to Palio’s, be there by 6 pm. Speak to Wendy.”

I look at my watch and see that it is 5:45. I walk into the bathroom and grab my purse, thankful that I have brought basic makeup supplies with me. I take a few minutes to touch up my makeup and put my hair up in a clip. With a last glance in the mirror I check my appearance and stop. I am amazed at what I see. I do not look like the same person. My eyes sparkle, my lips are swollen, and my face is flushed with anticipation, my skin glows from the oils that have been massaged into them. I give myself a half smile and leave the bathroom, a slight bounce in my step, confident that I will be able to please you no matter what you ask. 

When I reach the restaurant, I ask for Wendy. I expect her to point you out in the crowd waiting to enter the dining area. Instead she leads me into the dining area towards the windows to a semi-secluded table. I am not surprised to see the other seat is empty; I let my eyes study the view as Wendy draws one of the chairs from the table. I sit and expect her to help slide the chair in when out of the corner of my eye, I see her step away, yet my chair is pressed in toward the table. I glance over my shoulder and look into the most incredible dark eyes I’ve ever seen….

A horn shocks me back to reality and I realize I have just driven almost 45 minutes without paying any attention to where I was going or how I was driving. I am at the entrance of the parking lot for the Dolphin hotel. I glance at my watch and see that I have 10 minutes to spare. I quickly park my car and hurry into the hotel. I enter the lobby of the Dolphin and look around. I glance at my watch and see its only 1:55. I let out a sigh of relief and then jump as someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn to face a bellman…. the bellman asks me if I am Erika. On confirming that I am, he hands me an envelope, inside the envelope is a key with a room number on it……..and my head begins to spin…..



First Meeting



We meet for the first time, after having many chats on-line and getting to know quite a bit about one another. You've mixed margaritas for us, and we sit and have a real get acquainted talk. From our on-line "chats", we know a lot about what turns each other on. You know, for instance, that I just love a woman with a nice curvy ass who wears tight jeans, shorts, skirts, spandex, swimwear, and silk/satin panties (not thongs, but the older kind that encase her ASSets. I find a lady in bra and panties very, very sexy!

Anyway, honey, your wearing tight shorts which leave no doubt as to your curvaceous derriere, and a tank top that hugs your tits, to the point that I can see the nipples projecting. After two margaritas, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. When I re-enter the room, I'm shocked to find you standing by the window, facing away from me, in only beautiful white panties and bra on. I slowly walk up behind you and put my arms around your body cupping a soft tit in each hand, and pulling you gently back against me, to where you can feel my hard cock pressing against the crack of your ass. 

You reach behind you, for my belt buckle, and I help you undo it... unzip my trousers... letting them fall to the floor. Then I pull you back against my hardness again and nuzzle the whiteness of your neck that's beneath the shiny tresses of your luxurious hair. My tongue darts out and licks your neck, moving slowly around to your ears, where I stop to lick your lobes in between my whispered comments about how fantastically sexy I think you are. My dick is throbbing against your ass, as I slowly rub it back and forth against your crack, while fondling and squeezing your tits, I reach back and undue the bra, so that I may feel your eager breasts without the fabric encumbrance. I roll your nipples between my fingers and pinch each one lightly.

Then I drop to my knees and put my arms around your hips, while I rub my face against the shininess of your panties. My tongue begins to lick your ass cheeks through the material. But, I must have more, so putting my fingers into the top of the garment, I very slowly ease them downward, kissing and licking every inch of skin as it's revealed. Once the panties are on the floor, I bathe your buttocks in the moistness of my wet tongue.... spending much time kissing, nibbling, and licking each cheek, 'til finally I begin to lick the crack. Meanwhile, one hand has reached around to stroke the lips of your pussy.

Oh, baby, how I'm enjoying licking the crack of your ass, squeezing a cheek with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. Your ass jams back into my face hard as you moan and I can already feel the dampness of your pussy, as my finger teases your clit, rubbing it slowly, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, back and forth. My other had is pulling one cheek to the side so I can lick deeper into your crack. I find your rosebud with my tongue and begin to tease it by licking all around it. I enjoy taking my time with such a glorious ass, getting the outside of your asshole good and wet from the saliva off my tongue. I lick it, and lick it, and lick it. My fingers, meanwhile are still busy with your exquisite pussy, tantalizing your clit, flicking back and forth across it, then rubbing it harder and harder. 

THEN, at the exact same moment, my finger plunges deep into your love canal and my tongue dives forward into your asshole. It's such a delicious sensation, my face buried in the crack of your ass, my tongue driving as deep as it can, pulling it back a little, then driving in deep again, at the same time my finger is pistoning in your pussy. I can feel my tongue with my finger through the tissue. By this time you're moaning louder and louder while your hips are bucking wildly. You sink slowly to the floor with my face still buried in your ass and I feel the sphincter muscles of your asshole squeezing my tongue. I want to swing my body around to bring my throbbing cock closer to your face. Its soooo eager to be grasped and loved.

As I turn you over on your back my body assumes the sixty-nine position and I immediately begin to bathe your stomach with kisses, licking around your navel, then licking the inside. My hands are under your ass hugging you to me, and squeezing your superb ass cheeks. My mouth continues to be working overtime on your stomach area, before starting to move downward toward the point of the ultimate pleasure. Licking and kissing, licking and kissing, inching farther downward, licking and kissing, almost to it, almost, almost. But then, I start licking your right thigh, and kissing my slowly, ever so slowly, toward your knee, not stopping there, but continuing down your right leg, licking, licking, and kissing, my hands and fingers are still kneading your ass from underneath. When I reach your toes I take each one, individually, into my mouth and suck it. 

My wet tongue begins the journey up the inside of your leg, slowly, slowly, licking upward, 'til I reach your knee, where I begin kissing and licking the underside of that knee. Upward, the licking continues, on the inside of your thigh. God! I love the aroma of your pussy as my tongue draws nearer and nearer to the promised land. I adore licking your vibrant body, because there is so much pleasure I can give it, and to draw pleasure from. My licking tongue is almost to the lips that can offer so much enjoyment, then I move over to the left leg and start the saliva bathing trip down that leg. When, finally I've kissed and licked my way back up the inside of your left thigh. Neither of us can wait much longer, as your moaning is increasing in volume, intensity, and rapidity. Without further teasing, I begin to alternate between, lightly nibbling, kissing, and licking your outer lips. Your hips are arching up to my mouth, as my hands are toying with the cheeks of your ass, with the fingers of one hand inching into your crack, inching ever closer to your rosebud.

My exploring tongue discovers your clit, and upon first contact your mouth loosens it's hold on my pulsing cock so that a low scream escapes from your throat. My lips massage your hungry lit, and my tongue play with it, in much the same way a virtuoso plays the violin. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, harder, and harder, my tongue rubs across it. I savor the taste of your flowing juices, swallow, and yearn for more. Damn! You are a sweet one. I must concentrate on controlling my own fluids that boiling deep inside my crotch, straining, and threatening to burst the dam and flood through the passage-way, wanting to explode from the poker-hot head of my cock. 

I MUST, MUST hold back, although it's a very difficult thing to do while your mouth is doing things to my penis, that it has never had done before. Finally, through a lot of mental control, the urge is temporarily beaten back, so that I can, once again, pay homage to the honey-pot between your legs. My fingers are toying with your rosebud, still somewhat moistened from the tongue bathing earlier, then my finger creeps slowly, slowly up your anal tube, then moves ever so slowly back and forth in your ashore, just as my tongue is doing with your pussy. This is just the reverse of what I was experience just a short time ago.. when my tongue was in your ass, and my finger in your pussy. My tongue and finger work in rhythm with each other, in and out, in and out, in and out, as your hips writhe, squirm, and buck as you are experience so much ecstasy. Your cum begins to pour from deep within, and I suck as much of your hot liquid as my mouth can hold, then swallowing, and sucking some more of your delicious cum. After, bucking your hips as high as my body would permit, you relax and fall limp, weak from the sexual spasms. I withdraw my head, still licking my lips, and pull my finger slowly from your rosebud. I'm getting ready to turn slowly around, and concentrate on your succulent nipples.

In one way it's pure agony, withdrawing my burning-hot cock from your mouth, so that I can turn from the sixty-nine position. However, had I not, in another moment the boiling cum within my body would have spewed forth. That was CLOSE!

My tongue, still wet from the delicious juice from your pussy commences to lick from you navel upward, while my fingers are softly caressing each marvelous tit. While I'm kissing and licking the silky-smooth flesh below your breasts, my fingers are teasing your nipples, alternating between lightly pinching and pulling them, so that they will be fully hardened and erect for my approaching tongue and lips. The moaning continues from deep within you as my mouth and tongue work their magic, kissing and licking each tit in it's entirety. The taste of your flesh is indescribably wonderful as I completely cover it with my saliva. I lick around your left aureole, circling it again, again, and again, not allowing my tongue to contact your nipple until it's practically screaming for my mouth's attention. At last I flick across it ever so lightly. Then, I open my mouth, and take as much of your breast as will fit in it. I'm fondling, caressing, and squeezing the right tit, while deeply sucking your left one, sucking, sucking, sucking, and gently take the hard nipple between my teeth and nibbling. I want one of your hands to reach down and grasp my pulsating, hot cock. I have one of my hands playing your right tit and nipple, readying it for my mouth, while my other hand reaches behind you, and downward, so that I may grip your excellent plump ass cheeks. I want to feel them and squeeze them.

My mouth slowly ceases it's manipulation of your left nipple, and licks and kisses slowly across to the right one, where it begins anew the teasing, nibbling and sucking. I think we are very near the ULTIMATE moment. I know that I MUST concentrate on not releasing the gobs of cum that have been building up within me, for just a little while longer. Releasing your succulent breast, my hungry mouth moves ever so slowly upward, lavishing kisses on your chest, licking my way toward your neck. Your breathing grows more and more rapid. I hear the ecstatic moans rising from your throat as I am kissing it, kissing and kissing around the side of your neck to your left ear, nibbling your lobe, licking your entire ear. 

My cock is nestled in the fuzziness of your nether region, eagerly throbbing, silently begging to penetrate the land of honey. The pre-cum is oozing from the head, adding to the moisture left from my lips and tongue. Your hips are straining upward pressing very hard against my throbbing member, grinding against it, anticipating the moment to cum.

Our bodies are glistening in sweat as I move my lips around to your lovely face where I very lightly, plant tiny kisses on your forehead, your brows, each eye, your nose, your cheeks, and finally.. your full lips. Our tongues dart forward to meet, tasting each other, battling each other for full penetration.

Your thighs part wider, allowing my cock to nudge your labia lips and slither into your snug chamber, creeping centimeter, by centimeter. Deeper, and deeper, and deeper, 'til, while our mouths are hungrily devouring each other, I have plunged inward to the fullest extent. Our bodies, locked together as one, are violently bucking, arching, bumping. Then, we settle into the rhythm of moving in unison, my cock moving slowly in and out, in and out, in and out, withdrawing almost to the point of removal, in order for it to tantalize your aching clit. In and out, in and out, side to side, side to side, in and out, in and out, gaining momentum. Our juices have built up to the overflowing point. Faster and faster, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster and faster. My hips are pounding you, as you've grasped both cheeks of my ass, pulling me to you, in and out, like a jackhammer. I'm pounding into the sweetest and hungriest pussy I've ever known. In and out, faster and faster, 'til I can hold it no longer. I feel the dam burst, the flood is cumming, and I freeze. My cock is buried as far as can go in you as I feel the torrent being released into you to be mixed with your own juices that have been freed at the exact same moment.

No words, ever put on paper, can describe the feeling of our moment of total mutual fulfillment. It seems as if I've poured forth enough to fill a tank car. We slowly begin to relax, both of us bathed in sweat and completely satiated, our bodies still locked, lips and genitals. Our breathing, which had run so rampant, begins to subside. I lift my lips and gaze at the dazed look on your face, knowing that it will be only a matter of minutes, before a fondling hand will start on the journey again. As I caress your bountful and beautiful ass, I know that I must have it. I want to bury my cock in that ass, Will you allow me? We'll know shortly, won't we?

Even though I’m not Clint Eastwood, darlin', you’ve really made my day!

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I wrote this back in May of '96. If you want more, let me know. Wally



First Meeting



Isabella met Liv at the going away party of J. Wilbanks. Isabella worked for Wilbanks and had been fighting off his efforts to get her in bed for three years. She had stayed with the company because Molly worked there, and she liked being with her best friend. She liked the job. She didn’t dislike Wilbanks; she just had no interest in sex with him.

Liv showed up with a date, of course. The date was a pretty little blonde waif with a flat chest. She followed Liv around all evening, hanging on to the woman’s every word. Belle certainly understood why. She’d had a hard time not watching every move Liv made herself. Liv was wearing a black one piece dress that hugged her thighs. The globes of her breasts spilled out of the bodice of the strapless dress. The material left little to the imagination.

They met entirely by accident. One moment, Isabella had been hanging near the back of the crowd, watching Liv work the room. The next, Liv had been standing next to her. Belle had turned, her eyes searching for the woman, and stumbled into her. Belle’s drink had dropped, splashing all over Liv and her tight dress.

“I’m so sorry!” Belle exclaimed, immediately dabbing at the moisture with the small cocktail napkin she had been carrying. “It won’t stain. It was just ice water.”

“It’s all right,” Liv had answered. “It serves me right for trying to hide.”

Belle did not look up, still trying to dry the woman’s skin. She was acutely aware of Liv’s smell. “Who are you trying to hide from? You’ve been the life of the party all night. Wilbanks will be jealous.”

“Wilbanks will get over it; he always does. And that’s what I’m hiding from. It takes a lot of work to be witty and charming.” A shiver ran down Liv’s spine. “That water was certainly cold.”

Belle’s eyes dropped farther, noticing the goose bumps on Liv’s exposed flesh and the faint outline of large nipples against the dress. She blushed fiercely and dropped her hand. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, dropping her hand, even though some moisture remained.

“Accidents happen,” Liv answered with a warm smile. “I’m Olivia. I hate the name. My friends call me Liv. So should you.”

“Isabella,” Belle answered. “My friends call me Belle.”

“Then I’ll call you Bella,” Liv answered, her voice husky and filled with promise. Belle lifted her eyes slowly, trying to determine Liv’s intention. Liv’s eyes were cat green. They only met for a moment, and then Liv turned. “I believe I owe you a drink.”

“Oh, no!” Belle exclaimed, following Liv through the people. “It was my fault. I should have your dress cleaned.”

“You already told me it was just water, so there is nothing to be cleaned. My replacing your drink will cost me nothing and give me an excuse to be in your company a little longer.”

Belle faltered at Liv’s words. She didn’t think of herself as particularly pretty or charming, so she was always surprised when someone wanted to spend time with her. Liv’s back was already disappearing into the crowd, so Belle hurried after her new friend. Liv stopped at the bar, and then turned to Belle. “This party is really a drag. All people are going to be doing is getting more drunk and lying to Wilbanks about how much they will miss him. Are you going to miss him?” Liv did not give Belle time to respond, but read the look on the other woman’s face quickly. She laughed. “I didn’t think so. Neither will I. Why don’t we go someplace and order something besides finger foods?”

“What about your date?” Belle answered, searching the crowd for the small girl.

“She’s boring as hell,” Liv answered. “And she laughs at all my jokes. My jokes are not funny at all. Who do you think I was really hiding from? When she notices I’m gone, she’ll latch onto the nearest available person, or animal, and have a wonderful time.” Liv took a step toward Belle, her swollen breasts brushing Belle’s arm. “I’ll go get my coat,” she said in that same husky, promise-filled voice.

Belle gasped as if burned as Liv walked away. She stood dumbfounded for a moment, watching Liv’s butt move in the tight dress. A grin touched her lips. She found Molly in the crowd, looking equally bored. “I’m going,” she said.

“Great,” Molly answered. “Let me get my purse.”

“No,” Belle said, waving Molly away. “I’m not leaving alone.” Molly did a double take. “Her,” she whispered, pointing to Liv waiting near the door. Liv, a cell phone tucked beneath her ear, smiled and waved. Molly knew what Belle’s sexual preferences were, but she had never known Belle to act on an attraction so willingly. Belle kissed Molly’s cheek and weaved through the crowd. 

Liv was driving a rental car, but it matched her dress. It was small, sleek, and black. They settled into the Corvette and rode with the windows down. Belle did not ask where they were going. For some reason that she did not understand, she was willing to release control to someone else for awhile. She enjoyed the sound of the motor humming, the wind tossing her hair away from her face, and the closeness of Liv’s hand to her knee as Liv changed gears. 

Belle was surprised when Liv pulled into the Plaza Inn. Liv turned and smiled as she smoothly parked the car in front of the door. When she looked at Belle, she winked. “I do have on a wet dress. You don’t care if I change clothes, do you?”

“Oh, of course not,” Belle said, blushing again. “Should I wait out here?”

“No. Come on up. I’d like to freshen up a little, so I’ll be a few minutes.” 

Belle followed Liv up the stairs, completely focused on the tight dress moving in front of her. By the time Liv unlocked the door to her room, Belle was certain that her new friend was not wearing underwear. They walked into the room and Liv brushed straight into the bathroom, telling Belle to make herself comfortable as she disappeared. Belle looked around awkwardly, trying to remember how she had ended up in a strange woman’s hotel room. It wasn’t her normal character. 

She finally settled on the edge of one of the full beds, holding the remote control in her hand and flipping through the channels in search of the news. Someone knocked on the door and Liv called for Belle to answer it. Belle opened the door, surprised to see a room service waiter. He rolled his cart inside silently, setting it beside the bed. He popped a cork off the bottle of champagne and turned to Belle. “Will there be anything else, ma’am?”

“Uh, no,” she muttered. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out several ones. She placed them in his hand and shut the door behind him.

“I didn’t really want to go back out. I hope you don’t mind,” the husky voice said from behind. Belle turned. The blood washed from her face and her breath caught in her throat. Liv had changed the dress in favor of a short, sleeveless silk and lace night gown and a sheer wrap. Belle felt her mouth go dry. She swallowed with difficulty and looked down, shuffling her feet as the blood returned to her face and chest in full force. She felt like even her toes were blushing.

Liv walked over to the cart and uncovered the collection of cold meats and cheeses and fruit. She poured them both a glass of champagne and sat down on the edge of the bed, folding her wrap around her as she crossed her legs. She patted the spot beside her and smiled in invitation. Belle saw no choice but to sit down beside her new friend. She took the glass of champagne, though she did not normally drink. “A toast,” Liv said. “To Wilbanks, may he stay in Ontario a very long time and not have his organ removed by any women he tries to pick up in bars.”

Belle laughed. “To Wilbanks,” she repeated, “For throwing a very boring party for himself, but for inviting a very lovely woman.” 

She took a sip of the champagne. Liv lifted her glass, but did not drink, watching Belle carefully. As soon as Belle lowered the glass, Liv leaned across and licked the excess moisture. Belle froze, allowing the touch. When Belle did not pull away, Liv took it as a sign of encouragement. She touched her lips to Belle’s lips, kissing softly. Her head tilted and her tongue traced the fine line parting Belle’s mouth. Belle’s lips parted on a hot breath of air, accepting Liv’s tongue. Liv swirled her tongue around Belle’s mouth, tasting her teeth and tongue. Belle rubbed her tongue against Liv’s, then conducted her own exploration.

When they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. Liv’s breasts were rising and falling. Belle could see the dark shadows of Liv’s nipples through the thin material. Liv pulled the cover off of her shoulder, and then pushed the strap down her arm. The material slipped off of Liv’s large breast, revealing the puckered nipple. Her eyes never left Belle’s face. Belle licked her lips. “Touch me, Bella.”

Belle sat the glass of champagne aside and reached out her hand to cup Liv’s heavy breast in her palm. Her fingers curled around it, holding the weight. Liv sighed, arching forward. Bella’s fingers moved across the globe, exploring every inch with the tips of fingers till her hand stretched over it and the nipple pressed against the center of her palm. 

Belle surprised them both when she pulled her hand away and bent, licking the hard pink nipple with her tongue. Liv groaned a little now, arching her back and holding her head back. Belle sucked the nipple into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as she feasted.

She pulled off of Liv’s nipple and kissed her way slowly upward, seeking Liv’s lips again. Liv curled her hand around Belle’s neck, seeking the kiss herself. Her fingers toyed with the collar of Belle’s shirt. “You should take this off.”

Liv’s lips went down Belle’s neck and into the collar of the shirt, her fingers freeing the first button of the blouse. Her mouth followed her fingers down, passed Belle’s breasts, onto her stomach, and dipping against her navel. Belle shrugged out of the blouse as Liv’s fingers went to work freeing the bra. Liv slowly lowered the cups, revealing Belle’s smaller but round and firm breasts. “You are beautiful,” Liv whispered, kissing around the mounds till she finally reached the peaks with her teeth.

Belle turned, inching herself back on the bed. She circled her arms around Liv and lay down, pulled Liv over her as they enjoyed another long, intimate kiss.

The rest of their clothing seemed to melt away. First Liv’s night gown wafted to the floor, then Belle’s chinos and panties, till they were naked on the sheets. They spent time exploring with fingers and lips and tongue, nipping and sucking along each other's skin till Liv arrived at the juncture of Belle’s thighs. She stroked the inside of Belle’s leg, urging the shy woman to part her legs. Liv stroked the dark curls lightly, feeling Belle’s heat and desire. 

Belle cried out immediately when Liv’s tongue parted her swollen lips and touched the swollen bud that hungered to be touched. She touched it once and Belle shuddered with a deep groan. Liv smiled, teasing with slow, languid licks, then building with rapid flicks. Belle moaned and squirmed and cried and pleaded for more. Every time she reached a crest, Liv would change the pace, carrying her even higher.

When Isabella peaked, her body jerked stiff and she screamed out, her fingers digging into Liv’s shoulders. She bucked up, grinding herself and covering Liv. She collapsed onto the bed, sobbing violently. Liv kissed her way gently up Belle’s body, her voice soothing. 

When Belle had stopped crying and those delicious shivers had ceased to ripple through her body, Liv smiled warmly. “Now that I have had my appetizer, I’m hungry. Let’s eat, and then you can have desert.”



First Meeting



I met Sue on-line and after a few sessions of general chat our conversations turned toward sex. I When we met I was 43 and she was 8 years older. We enjoyed a variety of sexual activities online but our role playing sessions where what we enjoyed the most. She would usually "force" me to masturbate for her under different circumstances as she watched and kept me from cumming for a very long time. After several months of an enjoyable on-line relationship we finally decided to meet. We picked a town midway between where we both lived and I arranged for the motel room. 

I reached the motel early and check in. I was in the room when I heard a soft knock at the door. I rushed to answer it and saw Sue dressed in a white sleeveless blouse light summer skirt smiling at me from the other side of the door. It was awkward at first as we sat on the bed and talked about the weather and the drive up there. 

Sue finally took the bull by the horns and got up and moved a chair to the center of the room and sat down with a stern look on her face. She looked at me and asked what I was waiting for and then commanded me to strip for her. I hesitated and then when I saw her face turn angry I quickly rose and removed my shoes, shirt and pants. My cock was making a tent in my underpants and sprung free as I pulled them down. I reached up to fondle myself when she ordered my hands to my side explaining, "I will tell you when you can touch your cock, till then just do as I tell you!" I replied, "Yes dear!" and stood before her my cock throbbing and my balls churning in my sack. I could feel my pre cum ooze and looked down to see a drop from at the tip of my cock. I was so horny I could hardly stand it and started to shake. 

After a while she ordered me to walk around and bend over to touch my ankles and then she ordered me to spread my ass cheeks for her. She ordered me to spread my legs wide and then she reached between my legs and dragged one fingernail across the wrinkly skin of my scrotum just where it connects to my body. I jerked and she yelled at me to stand still. I complied and was treated to the sweet pleasure of the fingernail treatment a bit longer. She let her fingernail move up between my cheeks and dragged it around my anus and I nearly fainted as more precum oozed out of my cock. 

After teasing me till I thought I would explode in a massive orgasm she ordered me to stand and turn to face her my cock was throbbing hard and arched and my cock head was purple and hot. Her nipples had grown hard against her bra and blouse and she saw me look at her tits!. She smiled up and me asking if I wanted to see her breast! I replied eagerly and she slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. As she did this she ordered me to use only two fingers to massage my cock very slowly as she watched. Her breasts were small and firm for a woman her age and I was eager to see them. She was wearing a sweet simple bra that snapped in the front and teased me as she opened slowly. Her nipples were large and erect and I sucked in my breath with excitement hopping that she would let me kiss them. She noticed that my cock stroking had become faster and ordered me to stop. 

She then moved close to me and rubbed her nipples against my cock head wiping away the precum that had oozed out. I licked my lips and she smiled at me asking if I wanted to kiss her nipples. I nodded yes eagerly and she consented telling me to just kiss and not to suck. I kneeled down before her and followed her orders but it was so difficult to feel her nipples against my lips and not be able to suck. 

She suddenly rose up before me and lifted up her dress to show me her soft cotton panties. I could see that they were wet and I could smell the sweet aroma of sex. She asked me if I wanted to sniff her pussy and like a good pet I nodded yes eagerly. She spread her legs and pushed our her hips and told me to smell her pussy and nuzzle her with my nose and mouth. After a short time she reached down and grasped my head and started grinding her wet pussy against my face. I reached up to hold her ass and she yelled at me to keep my hands down. I followed instructions as she push hard against me and started thrusting her pussy hard against my mouth. I opened wide and sucked working my tongue between her panties and pussy. 

She continued pushing and thrusting against me and finally ordered me to pull her panties off so I could tongue fuck her. I eagerly complied feeling the rush of pleasure as her juices flowed over my face. Her hips were moving wildly as she fucked my face using my nose as a dildo. As her quivering intensified she pushed so hard against me and squeezed her legs so tight I could hardly breath! She finally released me and turned around bending over the chair and pushing her ass in my face. She ordered me harshly to suck her as and I spread her cheeks with great excitement. She was shaved and as I ran my tongue up between her cheeks she quivered with excitement. She started masturbating her pussy as I sucked and licked her anus pushing my tongue in as much as possible. She finally ordered me to use my finger and I complied slipping my finger into her tight little anus as I wildly licked her. I used my other finger to fuck her pussy and in only moments she convulsed in a massive orgasm. Her body quaked and shook but I didn't stop my oral loving pleasure and her orgasm lingered. She finally pulled a way and turned toward me ordering me to clean her off with my tongue. I lapped, licked and suck the pussy juice from her legs and pussy as she stroked my head telling me I had been a good boy. 

After a while she pushed me away and ordered me to stand. My cock was still rock hard and bounced in front of me. She smiled and asked me if I wanted to cum. I replied that if it would please her I would love to cum. She told me that I earned a good orgasm and ordered me to fondle my balls and to start stroking my cock for her. I started jerking away like a wild man eager to spurt cum but she ordered me to slow down. It was agony stroking slowly for her. I used my saliva as lubricant and when she noted that I was getting close to cumming she would order me to stop and to just play with my balls. 

After what seemed like ages she ordered me to lie down on my back on the bed and to lift my legs. She then told me to start jacking off again and to finger my ass. She stood over me fondling her sweet breasts watching me and I masturbated and finger-fucked my ass. I was getting very close to cumming and she told me that this time she would let me cum. She reached down to massage my balls and her touch sent me over the edge and I started spurting. My cum shot out in great arches of cream to splash down on my chest. I nearly fainted from the intensity of my orgasms as she squeezed my balls with each explosive spurt. Finally when the last drop was squeezed from my cock she leaned down to kiss my cock head and lick me. I jerked and quivered with the trill of her touch and she winked at me. She moved one finger through the cum on my chest and then brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger tasting my cum as she told me again I was a good boy.

We showered together and she had me suck her pussy again as the warm water poured over us she came two more times in the show and it was more like love making than raw sex. After dressing she told me that she wanted me to visit her at her home in two weeks for some special fun. I agreed without hesitation and tried to get her to tell me what the special fun was going to be. She just smiled and said that we would both enjoy it greatly. She then kissed me and squeezed my cock and left. I was so excited that I had to jackoff two more times before leaving reliving the pleasures that I had just experienced. 

As I drove home I started wondering what she would have planned for me in two weeks. I was soon rock hard and masturbated again in my car as I drove.



First Meeting



We had arranged to meet at an old country house that was now a lovely hotel and was convenient for you – not too near to home, but not too far to travel either. I was travelling on business and had arranged to be away for an extra night. It was our first in-person meeting – we'd agreed to meet for a drink, have dinner and see how things went. If there was no "spark" then we could just enjoy a pleasant evening and "walk away". But if there was some spark, we both knew that we would share a night of passion and excitement. I felt slightly nervous – it would be so disappointing if we didn't hit it off after our on-line fantasies and conversations.

It was a lovely warm summer evening and I'd decided to wear a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt and black Chinos. I sat on a sofa in the lounge, watching the main entrance as the time came for you to arrive. And then I saw you... a glance around and you were walking confidently towards me as I rose to meet you. You looked so good! I noticed that every man in the lounge was looking our way – you were wearing a simple but elegant summer dress, black stockings and high heels. You looked very slightly flushed – I wondered if you were a little nervous too. I guided you to sit down next to me, enjoying so much the brief touch of your dress and the warm flesh underneath as I did so. We were both smiling a lot as we went through the usual pleasantries. I asked what you wanted to drink and ordered for us both from the waiter.

I already knew that I needed to have you... and your eyes seemed to be saying the same – or was that just my imagination? My cock was starting to stir. I wondered if you had noticed. We talked easily about everything and nothing. Every time you moved your legs slightly, or touched my arm as we talked, the feeling was electric. I wanted to keep touching you. Our drinks were nearly finished - it was time to go for dinner. It wasn't what I had intended, but I found myself asking you if you wanted dinner... or would you like to "relax for a while" before dinner? You just said that you weren't hungry yet and smiled... so we finished our drinks and headed for the stairs.

Your hand slipped easily into mine as we walked up the wide staircase, the touch of your flesh was almost too much to bear. My cock was hard and erect long before we reached our bedroom. We went into our room and I locked the door. You stood by the bed looking at me as I walked towards you. I took you into my arms, luxuriating in the wonderful and exciting feel of your body through the thin dress. Your head was slightly back, your eyes sparkling and excited. I moved slowly to kiss you... my body pressed lightly to yours, my hard cock pushing forward against your dress. That first kiss started slowly but went on and on... our tongues exploring every corner of each others mouth... and our bodies pressing more tightly together.

And then I stepped back slightly and knelt down in front of you. I moved my hands slowly down your body from your waist... my fingers tingling with excitement... over your hips... sliding slowly down your thighs to the bottom of your dress... more excitement as my fingers touched your stockings... sliding slowly down your legs. And then I started to move my hands back up your legs... over your knees... pausing slightly... looking up at you... you bent your head to kiss me again... and I moved my hands further up your legs... but under your dress now... lifting your dress as my hands moved so slowly up your thighs... over the stocking tops... and then the wonderful feeling of your bare flesh... sending more charges through my body. You were wearing matching undies... lovely black lacy panties... I could see your bush clearly. I leant forward and kissed your panties where they covered your mound. I then stood up.

We kissed again, long and passionately... my body pushing hard against yours, my hands pulling your lovely buttocks onto me. You'd kicked your shoes off. I unhooked your dress and started to pull the zip down. You unbuttoned my shirt and knelt to undo my belt and trousers. I kicked my shoes off and slipped out of my shirt as you pulled my trousers down. My cock was pushing forwards... you kissed the huge bulge in my pants... and then pulled them off... then you kissed the tip of my hard cock very gently just once... arousing me even more. I hoped that you'd be giving me much more pleasure with your lovely soft mouth before the night was over.

I unhooked your bra... holding the ends together for a moment... savouring the moment when I'd see your breasts for the first time... a wonderful feeling as I saw them pushing forward, the nipples already partly erect. And then I knelt and slipped your panties off... deliberately brushing my fingers against your mound as I did so. I knew you were already wet. I wanted you... but I wanted to play with your lovely breasts first... I led you to the bed and lay on my back... you straddled me... knowing that your wet pussy was so very close but not yet mounted on my hard cock.

Your breasts stood out wonderfully as you sat there... I reached up and held them both, squeezing each of the nipples slightly between my thumb and first fingers... then feeling the lovely plump flesh... then squeezing the nipples again. You bent forward so that I could suck them... first one and then the other... sucking the flesh into my mouth and running my tongue over the erect nipple... and then switching to the other one... over and over again. Then you stretched up again... your breasts proud, your nipples erect... and I again squeezed them both... but I needed more now... I had that overwhelming desire to feel your pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock.

I led you to the corner of the bed... I sat on the corner with my legs between yours and you again straddled me... positioning yourself over my cock... your arms around my neck... my hands under your buttocks supporting you... then you lifted your left leg and lowered yourself slowly onto my throbbing cock... I felt that wonderful sensation as your pussy opened for me... the shaft of my hard cock sliding slowly into your body for the first time... and you lowered yourself onto me... then your right leg... lowering yourself fully now... my cock completely inside your lovely wet pussy. I told you to wrap your legs around my waist... your arms still around my neck. We sat there for a moment or two... kissing hard and passionately... our bodies rocking slowly... making my cock move inside you.

Then I told you to hold tight... I stood up with you impaled on my cock... I walked a few steps away from the bed. Each movement made my cock move inside you... I could feel your pussy tightening... your juices were running freely now. I walked slowly around the room... each step made my cock move inside you... making you squirm as you felt my hard shaft probing your wet pussy. I paused and rocked... more squirming and soft moaning... and then walked on again. After several minutes of this, I walked back to the bed... with you still impaled on my cock.

I lay you on your back... my cock still inside you... and asked you to put your legs over my shoulders. Then I gripped your shoulders so that I could push more strongly against you. I started pushing in and out again... your back was starting to arch up... your breathing was getting louder... I knew we would both cum soon... your wet pussy felt so good... my hard cock pushing deep inside you... and I could feel you starting to shake... I thrust forward a little harder... making you moan louder with pleasure.

I pulled back and thrust forward again... you were really shaking now... and I knew I was starting to cum... I pulled back one last time and pushed my hips forward strongly again... as my cum started to spurt... a huge gush of hot, sticky cum exploding and splashing inside you... I pulled back again... another huge spurt as I pushed forwards... and again... and several smaller spurts... our juices mixing freely in your lovely wet pussy. Your back was fully arched now... and you let out a single long scream of pleasure... as I pushed forward again... making you yell out once more... as you felt another small spurt of my cum inside you... and then we both started to relax. We lay like that for a few moments... your legs still over my shoulders... then we moved around and lay close together on the bed... kissing gently and stroking each other.

I started wondering if you were hungry yet... if not... I had lots of ideas for the next few hours!



First Meeting



(Note: This story is designed to be read by the sub in a D/s relationship. Particularly, by a younger female sub for an older male Dom. The story is written in the first person and the present tense from the Dom’s point of view. It is NOT meant to imply or support any real incestuous relationships. In addition, the story is not meant to imply that the sub is in any way younger than the age of consent. 

Further, the story contains two symbols that need to be edited to make the story much more fun to read. Load the story into your favorite word processor and replace “Mary” with any name you would like; yours if you are a sub or your sub if you are a Dom. Then replace Denver with any city you like. A good word processor will fix the case correctly on each word. The Dom is simply called “Daddy” by the sub and therefore no name replacement is required. I have begun part two but it needs more work to not be city specific. If I get good feedback and interest in the second part, I shall prepare the second part.)

I take the taxi to the hotel in Denver and review my notes for the business meeting in the cab. I know that I have to be prepared for the business meeting tomorrow that has brought me to your city and I want to do well so that I will get to return. But, I know too that since tonight is our first time to meet, I want to not be in a hurry. When the cab arrives at the hotel, I pay the fare and go check in. The room is nice and the bed is large and comfortable. The room is fairly high up and the large windows open to a nice view of the city. I smile to myself, thinking about having you stand naked against the window with your arms and legs spread. The thought causes me to begin to get an erection but I turn and put my things away. I turn on the TV and wait for you to call.

After about an hour, I am getting nervous because you haven't called. I worry that something has happened or you changed your mind, or lost my contact information, or wrote it down wrong and have called the wrong hotel. Finally, the phone rings and when I answer, there you are. You are downstairs and I suggest that I come down and that we go to the restaurant to get a bite to eat before coming upstairs. You agree and we hang up. I come down and look around the lobby and spot you immediately. You look at me and it is clear you recognize me too. I walk calmly to you and you get up and wait by your chair. When I get to you, you smile and look down. I reach out and caress your hair as I have so often done in text. It feels lovely to me. "Give me a hug, sweetie," I say softly. You smile and put your arms around me and we hug. The hug goes on and on as you don't really want to let go because you are enjoying the way it feels after wanting to for so long. "I think it would be inappropriate for you to kneel for me here in the lobby, Mary, but you can kneel on the couch. It will look like you chose that instead of sitting." You let go and kneel on the couch, the skirt I told you to wear settling modestly over your thighs.

I sit and look at you. "You look just as lovely as I knew you would," I tell you and you blush again.

"Thank you, daddy," you say softly. "I am so glad you are here. I have been very nervous about the meeting, but it feels very good to me." I smile, for although you always type the word “you” with a capital letter I almost feel that I hear it when you say it.

I nod and say "Good honey, because I am not going to hurt you in anyway that you don't like, and I know from all our conversations that you don't like pain. At anytime, if I do something that scares you, you are given permission right now to tell me so. You must then tell me why so we can work together on not having you be scared."

Your eyes are so big and round but they are smiling as you say, "Yes, daddy. Thank you."

I rise and hold out my hand to you. "Come, let's go into the restaurant and get something to eat and talk some more. Then and only then if you are comfortable, shall we go to the room and be alone." You take my hand and we walk to the restaurant and are seated at a table for two, with low romantic lighting and no one very close by. The waiter hands you a menu and then one to me and leaves. 

"What may I have, daddy?" You ask, your eyes roaming over my face. 

"You may have any salad you would like, and any chicken or non-meat dish you want. You may not have any fish except for shrimp nor any red meat." I reply, looking at the menu myself. You select a dish within those guidelines and tell me what you want. I select a dish as well and close my menu, setting it aside. For a few minutes, we talk about the flight up and I tell you some about the business meeting that caused me to be coming up. The waiter arrives and I tell him to your joy, "My daughter will have....". 

After he leaves, you blush again, and say, "Daddy, that gave me a tingle when you called me your daughter."

"Good, my dear. But tonight you are." Smiling, I pass the bread basket to you and you take a roll and return the basket to me. I go on to talk more about the meeting and sooner than we might have expected, our dinner arrives. As you are served your entree, I say to you, "Honey, before you begin to eat, I think there is something you need to do." The waiter leaves and you look up at me expectantly. "Do you have panties on?"

*Yes, sir," you reply. "Was I not supposed to have them on?" 

"No, there was not a specific directive about panties." I say. "But I don't want you to wear panties for dinner. Go to the ladies room and remove them. Then wash your hands and return to the table. When you sit down, don't flash me or anyone, just be modest."

"Yes daddy," you reply. You rise from the table and go off in search of the ladies room. In a little while you return, with the panties wadded into a ball in one hand.

*Daddy, I didn't know where to put them. I have no pockets in the skirt." you say.

"Hand them to me," I say, holding out my hand. You put your little hand over mine and open your fingers and the bunched up panties fall into my hand. Smiling, I hold them up by the hips of the panties, spreading them out so they are clearly visible. You blush madly but don't look around to see who can see. I fold them and put them in my jacket pocket. We finish our meal, and as the time passes, you squirm a little knowing that you are sitting in a fine restaurant with no panties on.

*Do you want to walk around a little, or do you feel safe enough to go up to the room?" I ask you. You squirm a little more in the chair.

"I trust you daddy," you say. "We can go upstairs."

"When we get in the elevator, I will give you your panties to put on." I say as I put my hand in my jacket pocket and take your hand with the other one. I lead you out of the restaurant and over to the elevators. I push the button for the elevator, and as we wait, I take your panties out of my pocket and hold them in front of me. The doors open, and a male guest steps off the elevator and walks away without noticing that I am holding a small pair of panties in my hand. We step on the elevator and I punch the floor for my room and then hand you the panties as the doors begin to close. "Put them on, honey!" I command you.

"Yes, Sir," you reply. You take the panties and turning them in your hand get them right side out and front to front. You bend over slightly and lift your foot to step into them. Your foot slides through the leg hole and you pull them up to just above your knee. Then you lift your other leg to put it through the leghole on the other side. As you do, I reach down and run my hand along your thigh and up under your skirt, but I stop just short of touching your pussy. You finish placing your leg in and pull the panties up under your skirt. The action pushes your skirt up and although I cannot see your pussy, I do get a nice view of your legs. You straighten your skirt, just as the doors open to my floor. I lead you out of the elevator and down the hall. 

"Once we have gotten past this first time together, anytime you visit me at a hotel you will be required to stop in the hall, strip completely and enter my room naked and on your knees." I tell you as we approach the door to my room. I put the key in the lock and continue, "but this time, because it is the first time, you shall not have to do that." Glancing at you, I think you look relieved. I let you in and then close the door behind you. 

The room is spacious, with a king sized bed, a desk with a computer and a web-cam, and a couch in addition to the dresser and standard hotel TV. The window is very large, and the drapes are drawn back to allow the view of the city and the nearby buildings. While we aren't on the lower floors, we aren't so high that no other building looks in. I go and sit on the couch and wait.

"Wow," you say. "This is a nice room." You look at me and for a second are puzzled. Suddenly you realize and sink to your knees, hands on thighs with the palms down, shoulders back, head up but eyes modestly downcast. "I am yours, daddy."

"Good girl." I say. "I wondered when you realize where you should be. It took you a second too long perhaps." I get up and go to the mini-bar. "Would you like something to help you relax a little?" I reach in and pull out a bottle of wine and open it. I pour us each a glass and hand you yours. You take it and start to take a sip.

"Thank you daddy," you say just before sipping. The wine is nice and you sip on it, and as you relax you feel better. You remember that I have given you release words to say in the event that something is too stressful or demanding for you so that you can request a discussion without having to actually say 'no'. In nothing flat, your glass is empty. 

"I will give you another if you want, but only because we ate first. I am not here to have you or anyone think I got you drunk." I say.

"Oh no, daddy," you reply. "I won't get drunk."

I sit in front of you, and look at your knees. "Open your knees wider, they are too close together." I tell you. You immediately open your legs and I enjoy the view up your skirt now. "Humm, maybe I should have left your panties off...then I would be seeing your smooth pussy now."

You blush, but otherwise feel a thrill run through your body. You are very excited that you are going to get to show me your body finally after all this time. "Whatever you want, daddy."

"Get up and stand in front of the window, facing out to the world." I tell you and you immediately comply. "Now take all of your clothes off." You undo your skirt, and drop it too the floor. You reach up and unbutton your shirt and slip it off your shoulders. You unhook your bra and remove it, adding it to the pile on the floor. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, but I stop you. "No! Wait! I will do them. Move up to the window, put your hands up high on the window to each side and press your body against the window. Not too hard, I don't want you to break it with those razor sharp nipples I see."

You move to the position I described and your nipples feel the cold of the glass against them. I move a chair behind you and sit down. Reaching out, I hook my fingers into your panties and pull the back down over your butt. Your bare cheeks are exposed to me and I slap each one lightly, though not to cause you pain at all. Then I push the panties lower and they slide halfway down your thighs. I reach between your legs and feel the soft, smooth and tender skin of your pussy for the first time. With my free hand, I push the panties on down to your ankles. "Step out of them, spread your legs and press your pussy against the window for the world to see your daddy playing with it."

You step out of the panties and open your legs to about shoulder width. You tilt your hips forward so that your bare mons rubs the cold glass, but the heat in your body no longer cares as my finger slides back and forth along your slit, rubbing in from the back. My finger tip finds your clit and you moan, almost out of control and already on the verge of cumming for the first time. I slide my hand back and forth, making my finger slide along the now wet slit. My moistened fingertip glides across your clit and you cry out, "Daddy, I am about to cum." 

"Yes, you may cum my baby." I whisper, having risen to breath in your ear. My body crushes your naked body against the window and my fingertip flicks your clit back and forth and you cum so hard your legs begin to give out. But for my hand between your legs, you would have crumpled to the floor. I hold you up by your crotch as your hips thrust and buck and your orgasm consumes your energy. Finally, when it is over, I lower you slowly to the floor when you sit in a heap trying to catch your breath.

"That is only the first of several orgasms you will have tonight before I will allow you to sleep or to have my cum,” I say. You can only nod as yet because you are still out of breath. "Go into the bathroom and fill the tub. I want to bathe you."

You cannot yet walk so you crawl into the bathroom and start the water running. I come in and stand behind you as you adjust the temperature of the water and then crawl into the tub. I take the soap and begin to lather you up, soaping under your arms and along your back and down your tits. As my soapy fingers slide over your tits for the first time, your nipples harden and the tingle runs to your core. I push my hands down your tummy and between your legs from the front. "Up onto the edge of the tub. I want to shave your pussy for you.” I sit you on the side of the tub, your knees wide and your hips thrust forward so your pussy lips are off the edge. I soap your pussy up and your body responds immediately and your labia flush and open. I take the safety razor and carefully shave your mons and then your lips. I open your lips to be sure no hair hides in the folds. When I am done, I gesture and you sit in the water again. I slip my hand under you and wash your ass crack with soap, my finger sliding slickly over your asshole. Your body quivers with anticipation, as you know that means I intend to lick you there because I told you that I would to but only if I washed it myself. 

My finger rubs back and forth across your asshole, and then begins to work into it a little bit. You gasp in surprise, not at the fact that I have done so, but at how pleasurable it is. Immediately, you feel your clitty start to throb. I know what the gasp represents, so I tell you, "Get up on your knees, sitting back in the water on your ankles...hold the side of the tub so you don't fall over." 

You obey, pulling your knees under you and sitting back on your ankles which leaves your ass and pussy in the water but no longer pressed against the bottom of the tub. My hand returns to your asshole, and my finger opens it slightly and my finger goes into you to the first knuckle. You have touched your ass before, as you have been instructed, but it never has felt this good. I slide my other hand down your tummy and along your slit. My fingertip pushes back the hood over your clit to expose it and then begins small circles. 

You cannot help but moan in pleasure, surprised at how suddenly your body responded and so quickly after the other orgasm. Your hips try to move some pushing first back at the finger in your ass and then away from that finger. The movement of your muscles makes your ass tighten on my finger and then relax. My finger on your clit begins to guide your movements.

"Mary, reach up and play with your titties for daddy...pinch your nipples." I say to you. You take your hands from the sides of the tub and cup your titties and roll your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. The combination of sensations and my directions are driving you rapidly to another orgasm. Suddenly, I pull my finger from your ass, and remove my finger from your clit. Reaching up I pull your hands from your titties, but you are teetering on the brink of orgasm, your breath coming in short gasps. Your hips continue to move in the water, the hump of woman about to cum but not quite able to. 

"Oh daddy..I am ... right...oh...on the brink...of ....cumming...if you touch me ... again...at all ... I will cum ... I cannot... control it." you moan.

"Let's see if I can make you cum the next time I touch you." I say. I lean in close and whisper softly in your ear, "You are so close to cumming that if I touch you anywhere, the sensations will go right to your clit and you will think I am licking your clit with my tongue and you will cum immediately. And you have my permission to cum again." And, with that, I slide my fingertip over your still throbbing clit and the instant I touch it, you begin to shake and the orgasm rolls through your body. You don’t have any idea where I really touched you but know that wherever it was, it was as I said it would be and felt as if it were your clit.

I rub your clit slowly to finish the orgasm, and then I remove my finger from you. You are holding to the edge of the tub to not fall over again. "Wow you say," not sure where I really touched you but thinking that the suggestion made it feel like your clit.

I gesture and take a fresh towel and hold it open for you. You stand, letting the water begin to drain from the tub and step out onto the floor mat. I dry your back, and then your titties. I dry your mons and then your butt. I hand you the towel then to finish and I go back into the bedroom, but you see that my cock is very hard in my pants and you know that you have given me pleasure. You finish drying and hang the towel on the rod. Then you walk in the room, your back straight, shoulders back to show off your tits as you know I want you to walk. You come to before me and kneel again, opening your knees so your pussy is exposed as it should be. Your hands rest on your thighs with your palms down, but you are careful to keep your shoulders and elbows back to keep your titties up nicely.

I smile at you and say, "You are doing well, Mary. Are you having fun so far?"

Nodding, with your eyes wide with wonder, you say, "Oh yes, daddy..oh my yes."

“Good,” I reply. “We have a lot more to do tonight.”



First Meeting



We had finally decided to meet. It was going to be a quick hi-how-are-you-kinda-thing and see how things went. I was so nervous about what you would think of me and how I looked. And I was pretty sure you were thinking the same thing. In fact, I can imagine you were probably thinking of canceling. But I had told you I was showing up no matter what. I wondered if we would hug? Kiss? Touch? So many little things to analyze and we both had an hour drive to do just that. 

We would meet at a quiet park with lots of trees and walking trails about an hour from each of our respective cities. We had both anticipated this day for months. It would either be a huge disappointment or an intense meeting. If it were disappointing, we’d both return to our homes after some brief conversation. Intensity could mean we would end up making out or sharing ourselves completely with each other. Anxiety owned me today. 

An hour later I arrived at the spot that we had agreed upon. You were already there waiting. My heart raced as I saw your car window cracked and you sitting inside, behind the tinted windows. I saw the window roll up as I pulled in next to you and got out of my car. 

I walked around the car and up to the drivers’ side of your car as u rolled down the window. Our eyes met for the first time…both blue, both sexy, both anxious. We smiled and giggled out loud. The giggling was more to lighten the mood I think. But it suited us both, as our conversations over the past months had been lots of talking and joking and laughing together. We spent the next few minutes with the same kind of joking and chatting we had been doing over the past few months. It was special to finally see the facial expressions and words together. That was one of the best parts as well as seeing how you looked for an extended period of time. The pictures I had seen had not done you justice. You were a beautiful and sexy woman and I wanted to kiss you. 

Finally you were getting more brave and opened the door and got out of your car. When you did I had the opportunity to observe your body without making it incredibly obvious what I was doing. You were every bit as sexy as I had anticipated. You were nearly 9inches shorter than myself and your height, or lack of it, made you seem so fragile and feminine. My eyes were immediately drawn to your breasts, which were perfect in my own opinion. Your hair was short and sassy which I loved, and it matched your attitude to a T. Your legs were smooth and tan. And your shorts hit about mid-thigh making me wonder what u looked like underneath them. If that secret was anything like the rest of you, I hoped I wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. 

I was becoming more and more attracted to you as we sat on a nearby bench and talked. We were just enjoying each other’s conversation as we had over the past months, and finally I had to kiss you. I leaned in toward you and you reciprocated. Our lips met. We held the kiss as if captivated. I opened my eyes and saw you peeking. I didn’t mind. 

I moved my hand onto your lap and you met my hand with yours. I reached and grabbed the other one as well. We held hands and kissed more intensely…our tongues entwining and mouths opening further to accommodate. My hands fell loose of yours and began massaging your sexy legs as we kept kissing. I couldn’t get enough of your lips and I dared not look into my own lap, as it was probably fairly obvious that I was excited. We finally broke our kiss after nearly twenty minutes. I was hard as a rock and really wanted to be alone with you more intimately. We decided a walk in the woods might help us find some more privacy. But I assumed we probably wouldn’t make it far down the trail. We held hands and talked about the kiss as we walked. We both decided how much more sexy each other was compared to the pictures we had traded. 

As we strolled down the trail, I stopped and turned toward you again. I wanted to taste your tongue again. I kissed you softly and you kissed back. The kissing became more heated as our tongues explored each other’s. They licked and wrapped together and intertwined in my mouth, then in yours. My hands slid down to your sexy ass, as we kissed. It felt good in my big hands. I pulled you closer. And at the same time my tongue delved into your mouth, I pulled your body tight against mine. As I did my hardened cock pushed against your tummy. I knew you felt it and could tell you did not mind when I felt you push harder against it. 

I loved the feeling of touching you and being kissed by you. I wanted it to last forever. My hands finally released from your ass as we kept kissing. They slipped down just below your ass on your thighs then back up to the small of your back. I felt your flesh as my hand rose and noticed your shirt was untucked. I slid my hand up the back of your shirt, feeling the soft flesh on your back. I knew the rest of you would be that soft too and I couldn’t wait to find out. 

I pulled you harder against my still stiffening cock. God I wanted to be inside you more than ever. You pulled back and reached down, feeling my cock through my pants. It felt so good to be touched like that. That feeling that I had missed—being made to feel like a passionate, sexy man, who was still wanted by someone. As you pulled away to touch me, I took advantage and reached between your legs as well. I felt the warmth of your pussy nearly burning through your panties and jeans. God you must be on fire, I thought to myself, as I undid the buttons on your Lucky shorts. I stepped over a half step to get a better angle as I reached inside your jeans. I felt a wet patch on the front of your silky panties. The thought of your pussy dripping into your panties out of lust for me made me even harder. I felt you unbuttoning my jeans as well. Desperately and erotically, you reached inside my jeans and straight down my plaid boxer briefs to feel my stiff cock. It was warm and hard, yet soft and smooth to the touch. The rest of the world had disappeared. I wanted you here and now. 

As I rubbed your pussy through your silky panties, I could feel your knees weaken. It was almost as if you were going to cum. At the same time your hand kept stroking my cock up and down simulating an erotic fucking. Your hand was moving beautifully and felt amazing on my cock. Finally, between our kisses and ministrations, you whispered to me that we must find somewhere to sit or lie down. 

We kept kissing and began walking on down the trail a few hundred feet where we found a picnic table in a little clearing. It was perfect.  

When we finally reached the table, I helped you step up and sit on the tabletop. At this point I backed up and looked at you, smiling. I was finally going to eat your pussy--the pussy I had dreamed about, had craved for months. I had wondered how it looked, how it felt, and how it smelled and tasted. And now I would know. 

I walked toward you. You knew exactly what I wanted. You put your hands on the table of either side of your legs. I put my hands on the tops of your thighs. As I did, you opened your thighs for me. It was as if you wanted me down there as badly as I wanted to be there. My hands slid up higher on the tops of your thighs almost to your waist. Your legs were muscular and very sexy. I knelt before you and kissed the insides of your knees, never losing eye contact. I kissed higher then, making a trail up the inside of one leg, then the other. My hands were massaging your waist on both sides and I was really getting into kissing your sexy thighs. As I got closer to your center, I could smell your sex. It smelled wonderful and made me want you more. My hands that were massaging your waist now returned to the opening I had made moments ago. I opened it further and saw that the silky panties I had fondled a few moments prior were orange and indeed, your creamy sex juice had soaked them in front. I kissed the front of them, tasting the wet cum from your panties. I moved my hands back around your waist and down the back slightly. At the same time, you rose up a bit allowing me the opportunity to slide your Luckies down and off. I looked into your blue eyes, then without taking my eyes off of yours, I went down on you. 

I kissed you through your panties. My god, how sexy they looked pulled tight over your hot pussy. The thin silky fabric felt so soft and delicate against my warm tongue. As I was kissing, my tongue kept snaking out of my mouth licking the front of your panties and probing your little slit through the orange fabric. The front of your panties was now a mess of my saliva and your cum. I was desperately sucking you through the orange fabric. I looked up at you with my tongue still probing, and as I did, you reached down and pulled your panties over so I could get inside you. My tongue was everywhere. I would lick slowly from your hard clit to the bottom of your slit, and then slide my tongue deep up your hot cunt in one motion. I could feel your legs tighten and your pussy quivering under my tongue. I wanted to eat you forever. And I could tell you wouldn’t mind. The sighs coming from your mouth told me that. Your heavy breathing was getting me hotter by the second. I would tug your pussy lips with my lips and feel then snap back into place. Finally, I needed to get your panties off. I slid my hands back up your thighs and onto your waist. Again, as I did, you lifted your ass enough so that I could pull them down and off. Immediately, I went back down on you. Your pussy was open wide now and I licked and kissed my way down your slit then plunged my tongue into the new hole I found. God your ass had me hot to fuck you!! 

I continued fucking your pussy and ass with my tongue until you finally begged me to stop. You wanted me to fuck your mouth. I stood in front of you and before I knew it you had my pants off and were sucking me into your throat. You were massaging and squeezing my big smooth balls as well. God you were an incredible cock sucker just like I had thought. My cock was hard and pulsing as I moved in and out of your mouth. You used your hand as well to stroke me while you sucked the head of my cock. God, your mouth felt like a hot pussy, fucking my cock like it had never been fucked before. 

You changed positions and sat on the bench of the picnic table. From here I could stand just above you, bend over the picnic table and fuck your hot throat just the way you liked it. You had your hands on my ass pulling me into your mouth as deep as you could get me. I loved seeing my cock disappear in your mouth and that look of lust in your sexy blue eyes. You kept telling me to fuck your face which I did as best as I could without wanting to get too close to cumming. 

Looking down, I could watch your fingers playing in your sopping pussy. That was intense. I could hear the juiciness of your pussy as you masturbated for me. I was telling you how much I liked watching you, hearing your sighs and the sucking noises you were making while sucking my cock. We were both so far gone with lust that there was going to be no return.

Without any notice, you took my dick out of your mouth and began stroking it while looking at me. One hand slid up and down while the other hand fondled my balls. I loved that feeling. I could also feel your fingers reaching toward my ass. When you found my hole, you began tracing it with two fingers. As you did this you kissed my cock and looked up at me. I was so horny that I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I jerked it quickly for you, and then slowed my pace. Up and down I stroked for you. You stood back and watched me jack myself while playing with my asshole. I could tell you wanted to finger me, and I wanted that too. I knelt a little and felt some pressure against my ass. I felt your finger slip inside slowly. And then I felt pleasure like I never had felt before. You looked up at me and I could tell you loved it as much as I was. You sped up the pace and I stroked my cock faster for you. You kept watching my eyes, which were fixed on yours. I was in total lust. You spread your legs further apart, allowing me to watch closer as you fingered yourself for me. Finally you told me that it wasn’t enough and you needed me inside you.

You stood up, still fingering your pussy, and sat on the tabletop again at the end of the table. I got between your legs and placed my hard cock at your entrance. Slowly, the head slid inside you. We both let out great sighs as months of pent-up desire were finally realized. Then I slowly began working it deeper and deeper into your sex. God it was so tight, and so wet. Finally, my balls came to rest on your ass. At this point I was ready to stroke. I pulled back and then sank back into you right to my balls. When I hit the end you screamed my name. You looked at me with lust as I fucked you. I reached forward and played with your breasts, which were heaving. God I had nearly forgotten about them. I pulled your shirt over your head and you took your orange bra off as well. I began to kiss your beautiful breasts as I fucked you. God it felt so good to be with you. I kissed your mouth again then went back to kissing and nibbling on your breasts. I drove myself into you time after time until I could feel you tense up. At that point I held your hips tight and slid out to where I could see my shiny cream-covered cock and then I would steadily drive myself as deep as I could into you, holding my dick deep inside you. When I did this, you came. You sounded like an angel when you came. God I loved being there with you. 

I stood you up and kissed your mouth. You turned around and leaned over the picnic table before I even had a chance to ask. Then you turned your head and smiled that sexy smile that I had been dying to see for so long. I stepped behind you, and grabbed you around the waist. I stood you up and kissed your neck. You turned and kissed my mouth as I entered you. You felt like silk. Apparently, you had cum so hard that you were dripping down the insides of your legs. I pulled back almost to where my dick was completely free of you, then slid back in deep. You slowly began to fuck me back and after a few seconds we found a very nice rhythm. You were breathing heavy and telling me how good I felt inside you. And I loved hearing that. I stopped kissing your neck and when I did you bent over further and began fucking back against me fairly hard. My hands were on your hips and my cock was slamming into you. I loved hearing your moaning. We both kept at it, our bodies slamming into each other in frenzy. It was so animalistic in this position, like nothing I had ever experienced. After about five minutes in this position I slowed down and relaxed. I did not want to cum yet, but I was so close. 

Since I had slowed, you stepped forward and turned me around. We kissed on the mouth a passionate, wet kiss. You held my hands and moved me around to where you wanted me. By the time I was in your position, I was lying on my back on the table. You stepped onto the table and straddled me. Standing over me, you walked to the end of the table where my head was. As you stood over my head at arms length, you began to touch yourself for me. Your fingers sunk easily inside you. When they came out they were creamy. When I asked to taste, you fed them to me. My cock was at attention and ready to be had. You weren’t ready yet. You knelt lower to my face. Your pussy was over my face. I wanted to taste it again. It was the sexiest pussy I had ever seen and I was going to eat your peach until you came. You put it right in my mouth and began to kiss and suck it. My hands were on your ass, rubbing your cheeks and massaging your asshole. Just like an overripe peach, you were dripping all over my mouth and chin and into my goatee. The beautiful parts was that I could taste you and squeeze your beautiful ass and look up into your face at the same time. 

After you came, you dragged your beautiful peach down my chest leaving a trail of your cream. My entire body smelled like your sex and I loved it more than anything. 

Without a thought, you sunk down onto my cock. You leaned back looking at me, smiling. I could see in your eyes that you were going to ride me like a dog and I couldn’t wait! You arched your back and fondled your breasts as you rotated on my cock. The feeling of being inside you was so sexy. I could hardly stop breathing and sighing. You began riding up and down on my cock. You would ride it high almost to where it would fall out, and then plunge back down onto me, taking every hot inch I had to give you. You reached around while you were riding me and squeezed my balls, cupping them. You could feel how wet they were from our fucking and when you brought them back around you looked me in the eyes and sucked them into your mouth. You were so sexy to watch. I could hardly stand not shooting cum into you right then. You soon got your feet back under you and rose up on me. When you got to the top of me, you spun around. Your ass was now facing me and it looked delicious. I wanted to eat it as I had done earlier, but you were out of reach. Instead I massaged it and just enjoyed the view. 

I loved watching you being impaled on my hot cock. It was a beautiful sight seeing your pussy wrapped around me. I heard you giggle to yourself and then you reached around behind your back. You began to massage your asshole, and god it was sexy! Finally you slid one of your fingers into your ass. As you did, you sighed and told me to take over. I was dying to. I sucked my finger into my mouth getting it nice and wet and then slid it inside. You continued fucking my cock the entire time. Once I had my entire finger inside you, you asked for another. I, of course, obliged. You breathed heavy while I worked my other finger up your ass and slowed down fucking my cock. Finally, after some moaning and a little squealing, I had my two biggest fingers up your ass. I felt so erotic. I wanted to cum I was so hot!! 

I began thrusting my fingers in and out of your ass, slowly at first. At the same time I began bucking against you, fucking your pussy as hard as I could. I wanted to give you more pleasure than you had ever received. Between my fingers in your ass and my incessant fucking of your hot little peach, you came again. Then you slowed down. I was just about ready to burst myself when you told me to tell you before I came. You slowly kept riding my cock and I could feel your soaking wet pussy wrapped around my cock. God you felt so good. Finally, I could take it no longer. I told you I was going to cum, and when I did you pulled my cock out and wrapped it quickly between your beautiful breasts. Hardly had you got my dick in between your breasts before I started squirting. One…two…three…thick streams of warm cum shot up onto your chin, neck and tits. You looked angelic covered with my cum. 

You looked into my eyes and smiled. I reached down and lifted your chin, pulling you closer to me. Then we kissed passionately. At the same time you were massaging my cum into your breasts. I helped you and got to feel your hard nipples and soft breasts. I couldn’t wait to have you again. 



First Meeting



The sounds of Conor Oberst blared through the speakers in my car in an attempt to calm my nerves as i drove. He’d never failed to help calm me down…until that very moment. The butterflies fluttering in my tummy were beginning to slam-dance and i was seriously considering turning around. So many thoughts were racing through my mind.

What if You decided i wasn’t pretty enough for You? What if You just didn’t like me at all?

The dull ache between my legs was the only thing that kept me from going back home again. It had been so long. i finally had a chance to feel the touch of a Man again. i had the opportunity to meet up with an amazing Man i’d started talking with only a few days before. i couldn’t very well turn around and throw it away.

The directions You gave me led me easily to the coffee shop where W/we were to meet. i stepped out of the car and stood on nervously shaking legs, wondering if they’d actually support me long enough to get inside. My stilettos clicked on the pavement as i crossed the parking lot and entered the coffee shop.

i sighed happily as i breathed in the familiar aroma and walked up to the counter. "Extra hot double tall vanilla soy latté, please," i requested, ordering my usual. i shook visibly as i waited. When my order was up, i grabbed my coffee and hurried to a table in the corner.

i sat, sipping my coffee while i waited, my thoughts wandering to You. i wondered what You’d look like. i’d only seen one picture, which hadn’t really showed me much. The butterflies were finally starting to subside when i felt a strong hand grip my shoulder.

"Hello, girl" i heard a deep, rich voice from behind me.

i gasped and started to pull away. i recognized the voice as Yours and closed my eyes, smiling softly as i immediately began to relax.

"Hello, Sir" i whispered as You moved to the chair across the table from me.

i tried desperately to keep my eyes down, remembering You had told me i would be expected to look at You only when being spoken to. i could feel Your gaze upon me, studying me, judging me. i shivered wishing You’d say something, the silence bringing my nervousness back full force. 

Finally You said, "Go into the bathroom and wait for me, girl." i rose quickly, and hurried to the back of the coffee shop.

i knocked on the door then entered, closing the door behind me, shaking again with nervousness. It seemed like i was waiting for ages before You joined me in the small room, immediately telling me

"Remove your clothes, slut."

i dropped my gaze to the floor as i clutched the hem of my shirt and pulled it slowly up over my alabaster tummy and off over my head, dropping it onto the floor beside me. i could feel the heat as a pink blush spread over my lightly freckled cheeks.

my thumbs hooked into the waistband of my skirt and i slowly slid it down over supple hips and cream-colored thighs; releasing the skirt and letting it fall to the floor around my feet. i kicked it aside gently.

my fingertips trailed over my tummy as i moved my hands toward my chest. i easily flipped the clasp of my bra open, my small, perky tits bouncing free. i then brushed the straps off of my shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor alongside my skirt and top.

i could feel Your gaze traveling over my body, burning into my flesh, as i stood naked before You.

"Turn slowly, girl," You commanded. "I want to see all of you."

my rosy cheeks flushed deep crimson at Your words and i began to turn. When i was turned completely away from You, You grabbed onto my hip with one hand and then pressed down on my back with the other, bending me over in front of You.

i whimpered quietly as Your fingertips traced meandering patterns down my back, brushing more deliberately over one supple cheek. You grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, causing a soft moan to escape my gently parted lips. i closed my eyes, smiling to myself, nearly beside myself with pleasure at finally being touched the way that i’d ached to be touched for the past two years.

You released Your grip on my ass and said, "Stand up, girl, and face me."

i shook as i stood and turned toward You again, dropping my gaze to the floor. You brushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, saying softly

"Look at me so I can see Your face."

i beamed, excited to finally get a good look at You, and turned my face up to You. You smiled in return, sending a warm feeling through my entire body.

"You’re beautiful, pet. I’m pleased that you dressed as I told you to" You said.

my smile widened and i replied, "Thank You, Sir! i’m so glad You approve of me."

"Now get dressed and go back to the table and finish your coffee while you wait for Me" You told me.

i scrambled to get dressed, slipping back into my skirt, putting on my bra, and pulling my shirt on, before hurrying out of the bathroom and returning to the table.

A few minutes later You joined me but didn’t sit down.

"W/we’re leaving, girl" You said.

i stood and Your hand immediately found its way to the small of my back, subtly but firmly pushing me toward the door. You guided me to Your car and opened the door for me, allowing me to take a seat before shutting the door behind me and getting in on the other side.

You started the car and drove U/us to Your house, opening the door for me again when we arrived. You grabbed me gently by the wrist and led me inside, through the house, and into Your bedroom.

"Strip, pet" You commanded.

i shivered, eager to find out what was in store for me, and slid my skirt down my smooth legs. i hurried to remove my shirt and tossed it aside before unclasping my bra and letting it, too, fall to the floor.

i stood before You again fully exposed to You. You pushed me down onto the bed and told me,

"Lie on your stomach and raise that ass high in the air, girl" watching intently as i did as You said.

i stretched out on Your bed, kneeling with my legs widely spread, raising my ass high as i buried my face into a pillow, trying to hide the wide grin that was slowly spreading across my face. i felt You sit on the bed beside me, Your hand sliding up the back of one thigh to my ass, rubbing it gently. Your fingertips brushing over my flesh, stroking slowly up and down between my cheeks.

As You stroked lower, Your fingertip brushed over my dripping hole and You asked me, "Why are you so wet, slut?"

i shivered, mumbling into the pillow, "Because i’ve ached for You all day, Sir" as i slowly rocked my hips, pressing back against Your hand. 

You lifted Your hand, bringing it down hard on one exposed cheek, leaving an angry red hand print on my pale flesh, then wiping off the cunt-slime from Your fingers.

You laugh quietly, saying, "you ARE a little slut, aren’t You!" quickly shoving one of Your fingers into my ass.

my back arched deeply as i cried out in pain then began to roll my hips, moaning softly as the heat in my cunt rose. You began to stroke Your fingers in and out of my ass, stretching me a little before forcing a second finger deep into my ass with the first. You pumped Your fingers harder and faster, sending shivers of pleasure and pain racing up my spine. my entire body began to quiver, overwhelmed. You jammed Your fingers into my ass one last time then slowly withdrew them. 

You leaned back and undid Your pants, pulling them down and stepping out of them, then pulling Your cock out and saying, "Come wrap Your lips around this, slut."

i got up on my hands and knees and crawled closer to You, leaning down and wrapping my tiny hand around Your cock, squeezing gently. my lips brushed softly over the head, placing a soft kiss there, then i flicked my tongue slowly out, dragging it down the length of Your cock and back up again.

i wrapped my full lips tightly around the head, slowly taking it into my mouth, breathing deeply before taking the last inch, filling my throat with Your cock. i moaned contentedly as I began to bob my head, my mouth moving up and down Your shaft, Your hand in my hair guiding me.

i wrapped my lips tighter around Your cock, my eyes widening as You forced it into my mouth, into my throat. i choked a little, trying to swallow all of You, moaning as You began to fuck my mouth. i gagged as You fucked up into my mouth, choking me with Your cock.

You slid Your pulsing cock from my mouth, slapping it to my cheek, slapping my face a couple of times with Your cock, my spit glistening on my cheeks where Your flesh struck mine.

i whimpered a breathy "no…" barely audible, begging to have You back inside of me.

"Don’t tell me no, whore" You said to me, as You lay down on Your back, pulling me on top of You so i was straddling You.

i rubbed my now throbbing pussy over Your cock as i leaned down to kiss You, my hand reaching down to Your cock, positioning You at my entrance, sitting down hard onto You. i cried out as You filled me entirely, biting my full bottom lip, grinding hard against You as You stretched me, slowly rocking back and forth on Your cock.

i sat up, leaning back so You could see me, slender fingers combing through my dark tresses, holding it back as i started to bounce in Your lap, Your cock pounding into my tight little cunt. My tits bounced up and down as i rode You, Your hands sliding up my sides, squeezing my breasts, squeezing hard, fingers pinching and twisting my pert little nipples. Your hands slid back down to my ass, lifting me up on Your cock, pulling me down harder onto You as You fucked up into me.

You groaned, pulling me off of You and throwing me down on the bed again. You grabbed the pillow from beneath me, my face now pressed into the mattress. You lifted my hips, shoving the pillow beneath them, my firm ass now high in the air, exposed to You.

A sharp stinging pain shot through my body, my back arching as i recoiled from the pain, heat radiating from the place where Your hand struck my ass. i whimpered, wiggling my ass a little, begging silently for more. You struck the other cheek even harder, smiling as You heard me scream, holding me firmly by the hips.

While I was still squirming from the sharp pain on my ass, You pounded Your cock into me, forcing it deep inside me. i moaned, shuddering with pleasure as i fucked back against You, my ass slapping against Your hips as You fucked into me. my entire body shook as my pussy clenched around You.

i gasped, begging "Sir please may I cum? Please?"

You growled, "Cum, slut."

i thrust harder back against You as You pounded into me, my body shaking uncontrollably as my pussy clenching around Your throbbing cock. i collapsed in front of You, held up only at the waist, hardly able to move as You pulled out of me.

i felt Your hardness smack against my ass cheek, my cum wet and cool on my warm flesh, Your fingers dipping into my wetness, spreading it over my tight asshole, positioning Your cock before it.

You grabbed my hips, sliding Your entire length deep into my ass, pounding hard into me, fucking me fast and hard as i cried out, begging for more. You pounded into my ass, Your fingers digging into my flesh as You pulled me against You.

i felt Your cock grow as You got closer, my ass stretched as You tore it apart with each thrust. You fucked as hard as You could into my tight asshole, groaning. You pulled me hard against You, holding Yourself inside me as You felt my ass clench around Your cock.

You shuddered, Your cock pulsing inside me, i could feel Your hot cum streaming into me, filling me.

You collapsed on top of me, Your cock resting inside my ass. i shivered as You held me, trying to catch my breath, feeling Your breath on my neck as You tried to do the same. After a moment, You stood up and got dressed, telling me to do the same.

W/we walked back to Your car, and You drove me back to the coffee shop to pick up my car.

You kissed my forehead and said, "I’ll talk to You tonight, girl" and You left.

i sat in my car for a few minutes, trying to compose myself, smiling as I recounted the day’s events in my head. 



First Meeting



Jewel got to the hotel an hour before she knew He would arrive. After checking in she had the bellhop help her with her bags to her room, she slides a few ones into his hand as he departs. Hearing the door shut behind him she begins to slowly look around taking in everything. Throwing open the doors to the balcony she steps outside and leans over the railing looking down over the river. She inhales deeply, the air refreshing her, as a cool breeze rises blowing her blonde ringlets about. She jumps as the phone rings in the room, walking back in shutting the doors behind her she reaches for the phone. Flopping onto the bed as she brings the phone to her ear; "Hello." She hears His familiar voice on the other end of the phone, the butterflies in her stomach growing.

"Hi Jewel, I'm glad to see you're there already. I should be there in about ten minutes, you know what I'm expecting" and then a click followed by silence. Slamming the phone back on the hook she jumps up and strips quickly folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the end of the bed. Opening the mini-bar she takes out a coke and a pear (His favorite), knocking the door with her hip it shuts. Crossing over she places the two items on a side table, sliding a napkin under the fruit. Hearing movement in the hall outside the door she slips quickly to her knees at the foot of the bed. Her firm ass resting on her heels, thighs spread wide revealing her freshly waxed pussy, translucent pearls of desire already spotting her swollen lips. As the door swings open she is hit with the smell of the cologne she had sent Him recently. Hearing the door slam shut she peeks up, blonde tendrils dragging lightly over the swell of her breasts to glance up at Him, a smile on her lips happy to be near Him, thinking this meeting has been to long in coming. His laughter fills the room as He notices her trying to sneak a peek. "C'mere My slut." Without hesitation or any reservation she rises and throws herself into His arms covering His face in kisses. He drags His fingertips lightly over her soft skin, "as much as I like You this way My dear why don't you get dressed so we can go get some dinner." A soft giggle escapes her lips.

"Yes Master." He sits on the edge of the bed and sips His drink watching her every step as she wanders over to the closet where she had hung her clothes to retrieve an outfit. Swinging open the closet door she blocks herself from His view as she gets dressed. He looks back over when He hears her soft southern accent whisper, "I'm ready Master." His eyes travel up her body finally reaching her face and He smiles at her.

"You look beautiful as always My slut." She had chosen to wear her red strapless dress with matching red heels knowing He loved the color. A chill races up her spine when she hears the words 'My slut', and once again she relishes in the fact that she is His completely. "C'mere darling" He says a grin spreading over His lips, "I have a gift for you." As she reaches Him He traces His hands down her hips and grasps the bottom over her short dress and works it up to sit on her waist. Dragging a single finger up the slit of her exposed pussy He smiles up at her, "I'm glad you remembered."

Smiling softly, "I would never forgot one of Your rules Sir" she says, "especially one as fun as the no panties one." He chuckles as He reaches into His pocket and pulls out a butterfly vibrator. He clips it onto her clit and wraps the two cords around her thighs hooking them into place holding the vibe against her clit, then switches it on low. Her eyes light up as she darts them up to look into His dark eyes. "Master," she pleads, "are You wanting me to wear this out to dinner" a worried look passing over her face.

"Yes little one," He says calmly, "you will wear it to dinner and enjoy it I suspect" a smirk forming on His lips. Wrapping His arm about her waist and guides her out of the room and to the elevators. Stepping onto the elevator He asks her where she would like to go for dinner. 

"Well Master," then a slight pause as she thinks, "there is a cute little bistro just a few minutes walk down the river which is nice."

"Sounds perfect little one, lead on then." The walk to the restaurant seemed to last forever, she was so sure that everyone walking by her could hear the gentle hum of the vibe against her clit. She looks over her shoulder at Him a pleading look in her eyes.

"No love," He says, "it's staying on. Don't worry you're doing great." But knowing her distress He places a hand reassuringly on the small of her back and guides her into the bistro. They are seated, much to her relief, in a small table in a back corner where as an added bonus to her the lights were dimmed. As she gets seated she crosses her legs. Just as quickly she uncrosses them when she realizes that by doing that she pressed the vibe harder against her now throbbing clit. All through dinner she struggles to remain calm and still as the vibe keeps her on the edge. She can feel herself starting to leak down her thigh and she blushes self-consciously. Noticing her blush He at once knew what her problem was and He chuckles softly at her predicament. 

Leaning close to her He brushes His lips over her neck kissing it, smiling at the reaction she has to His touch. Knowing she was probably having a hard time keeping herself under control He whispers softly in her ear, "don't sweat it slut, it's almost over. I have faith in you, just hold out a little bit longer." A relieved smile slide over her lips, knowing He believed she could do it was enough to give her another burst of strength to control her reactions to the constant stimulation. He pays the bill and they get up to leave, but she leans on the table for a second trying to steady her legs beneath her for the walk back to the hotel. He guides her from the bistro, keeping His arm wrapped about her waist as both a physical and mental support for her. 

Reaching their room He tells her she is excused to remove the vibe and clean up a little bit. While she was in the bathroom cleaning up He starts to unpack His toy bag, glad He brought all her favorite toys because she deserves it after how well she's done this evening. She comes out of the bathroom totally nude except for her thin red leather collar. She crosses to His feet and sinks to the floor curling her legs under her. Settling back on her heels she spreads her legs as wide as she can tucking her blonde locks behind her shoulders before placing her hands on her ivory thighs. Looking down on her He could almost see her glow. It seemed like at His feet was where she had always belonged. He wraps His fingers around her collar and pulls her to her feet and kisses her hard almost bruising her lips. "Lean over the bed slut," He commands, "push that nice ass up in the air high and rest on your elbows." She moves quickly to obey Him stealing a quick glance at the toys He had laid out before leaning onto her elbows and resting her forehead on her hands. Arching her back to force her firm ass up into the air to present it to Him. She waits in silence for whatever will come.



First Meeting



They met on the internet quite by accident, in a chat room. He from one city she from another. They flirted with each other that night and with others, but kept coming back to one another, then finally into a private room. They talked and discovered they had much in common. Before they parted they agreed to add each other to their friends list, so they could contact each other again. 

Over time, they talked on the internet, getting to know each other better. There was a definite attraction between them even though there was an age difference. She was older, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered was her passion. The ingredient missing from both of their marriages. They hungered for that which was being denied them by their spouses. They had both tried over the years to rekindle the spark that somehow had been lost over the years of marriage, but to no avail. They turned to each other, and after much thought and personal soul searching, decided to meet.

A day...time... and meeting place was agreed upon, and as the day approached excitement began to build. They arrived at the same time. He got out of his truck and as he walked toward her, her heart skipped a beat. He was tall... muscular... and very good looking. Much better looking than the picture of himself he had sent her over the internet. He came to her and kissed her softly and tenderly, making love to her lips as she had asked him to do in one of their chats. She was flattered that he had remembered to do that. 

They drove together to a motel. After entering the spacious room and removing their jackets, they faced each other. With eyes locked, he slowly walked to her. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he said. 

Looking into his handsome face she smiled and said, "Thank you."

He embraced her and putting his forefinger under her chin, gently tilted her lips to his and kissed her like she had never been kissed before. His kisses were passionate! She couldn't get enough of his lips making love to hers. Slowly without moving his lips from hers, he walked her backward to the bed. Gently sitting her down they laid in each other's arms, their lips never parting. She loved the feel of his body next to hers, and passion took over both of their wills.

Fully clothed and still kissing her, he placed his hand between her legs, cupping her woman hood. She could feel her heat rising and parted her legs wide for him. His breathing became ragged, and his cock stood at attention.. His hand moved to her pullover top and lifting it over her head, removed it. She felt his hand on her bare back and with one smooth movement, unfastened her bra and freed her luscious breasts. 

He gazed at them, touching them softly, as if they would break. "Their lovely," he said. "Perfect. Just perfect." Lowering his head and ever so softly, he kissed each nipple, before licking them and sucking.

She drew in her breath as his lips touched her sensitive nipples. He began to suck harder and took gentle nibbles, at first one and then the other. The exquisite sensations shot from breasts to vagina. She felt her self becoming wet. Very wet. She reached for is cock, but he pulled away before she touched him. 

He stood at the side of the queen sized bed and began taking the rest of her clothes off. First her shoes and nylon peds, then her jeans and panties. She lay before him, naked. He looked at her womanly curvaceous body, then looked into her eyes, that were looking back at him. He began to remove his clothes. His shoes and socks removed, his hands went to his belt buckle.

"Wait," she said. "Let me." Standing up and walking toward him, she took his hands off of his belt and began to loosen it herself. She unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and unzipped the fly. Pulling his shirt out of his jeans, she unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it from his shoulders and arms, letting it drop to the floor. She kissed his broad chest while her hands roamed his muscular arms. "Do you like this?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" 

"Mmmmmm, I do too."

Her lips kissed his stomach and down to the top of his jeans, He stood ridged with his hands on her shoulders and his eyes closed. He felt her pull his jeans and bvds down his legs to the floor, where he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

They stood before one another, naked. Each enjoying the sight of each other.

She looked at his cock and smiled. It was hard....and long... and thick. Still looking at it and smiling knowingly, she said, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to touch my cock. Take it in your hand and squeeze."

Moving toward him, she took it firmly into her soft hand, then looking up at him said, "Like this?"

"Oh yeah. Just like that." He stood tall, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and groaned. The next moment, he felt her other hand cupped his balls and he gasped.

She loved his reaction! He was rock hard! She licked the head of his cock and stuck her tongue inside the tip to taste him, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. 

His legs grew weak. What she was doing was driving him insane! "Stop." he said, as he grabbed a handful of her hair , lifting her head and her mouth off of him. "I don't know if I can control myself if you keep that up." 

He led her back to the bed and they laid together skin to skin, in passionate embraces. When he covered her breasts with his hands she whimpered, when he lowered his head to suckle, she moaned. His mouth drawing her nipples, sent rivers of sensation coursing through her, and she was in heaven. She ran her hands over his back and arms, feeling his rippling muscles, and felt herself wet with desire. As she opened herself to him, he placed his hand over her, dipping his fingers into her depths, opening up the place that for so long, had been neglected. She was hot now! Loving the sensations he was giving her. 

He finger fucked her. First with one finger and then with two fingers, at the same time nibbling her nipples. Her hips were moving up and down. Removing his fingers and finding her hard little nub, caressed and massaged it. 

Her hands that had been laying across her stomach suddenly fell to either side and grabbed a handful of bed clothes in her fists. "Oh!....oh!" she moaned. "Oh yes.!" 

"Spread your legs wide. Pull your knees up and drop them to the side. I'm going to eat you now." She complied. 

He gazed at her trimmed pussy. So pretty he thought, so pretty. Putting his hands under her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and kneeled on the floor before her. Lowering his head he opened her pussy lips and licked her slip from bottom to top and back down several times, before flicking her clit with his tongue. He was relentless! With precision, he manipulated her hard and sensitive clit with his tongue.

She couldn't lay still. Her mind and body had entered another world. Her hips were moving up and down on their own accord. Just when she thought she couldn't stand it a second longer, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked it. Sucked it so hard she thought he would suck it clear off of her body. 

He could hardly hold on to her clit, she was bucking so hard. When he felt her hands holding his head he knew it wouldn't be long. She held his head and pressed it hard into her pussy, and he loved it! 

She began to feel that wonderful sensation just before the explosion. The feeling of being suspended in an ever rising state of glorious sensations. Sensations so intense that they are almost painful. When she reached the point of no return, she catapulted over the edge. Still holding his head firmly into her pussy, she exploded. Wave after wave shook her body as she cried out loudly with the wonder of it. 

He lay down next to her and held her close to himself, so gently, so tenderly, as she enjoyed every delicious spasm.

When she came down from her climax, he told her that he had never been with a woman who cried outloud when she climaxed and that it had frightened him at first, thinking he had hurt her. She assured him that he had not hurt her, that he had made her feel so good she couldn't contain her pleasure. He told her that he loved that! It excited him. 

She held his cock in her hand as they talked and she saw evidence of that excitement. As he laid on his back, she lowered her head to place a kiss on the head of his cock, then dipped her tongue into the tip to taste him. He grew harder as she licked his cock, and slowly began to draw circles around the head with her hot tongue, kissing and making love to it with her mouth. He groaned and began to thrust his hips as she began to suck him gently and wrap her lips around him, drawing from the root to the tip. He sucked in his breath when she gave the same careful attention to his tightening scrotum, licking and sucking each ball gently. Going back to his cock, she began sucking in earnest. Harder and faster. 

Suddenly and urgently, he laid her on her back and entered her hot, and ever so wet womanhood. His hard...thick...cock was so big it tried to enter her cervix with each thrust of his hips. His hard body against her softness felt wonderful, and made her feel like a woman again. 

They began to move in unison, feeling every sensation...fucking...gloriously fucking! The sounds of flesh upon flesh, heavy breathing and hearts pounding, lifted them to new heights. 

She's so tight, he thought. So tight! He felt his balls tighten up and began pounding and pounding her. Fucking her like a mad man!!

She felt his hot cum exploding inside of her, as her inner muscles involuntarily squeezed his throbbing cock, sucking him dry. He collapsed upon her and they lay together, gasping for breath and coming down from paradise. 

When they recovered, and after talking, she turned on her side with her back to him, and placed his arms around herself. She loved the feeling of his body nestled against hers, so warm and comforting. He rubbed her curves and buttocks while she stretched like kitten. Suddenly his hand probed her depths, and surprising her, he entered her again from behind. He filled her, and she was instantly moving with him. She gave him better access by kneeling while he thrust deeply inside of her. Over come with desire, she cried out to him. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" He did. They climaxed almost together, then lay in each other's arms once again.

Much to the surprise of both, they made love one more time before they had to leave. They were good together! They were hot together! 

After dressing, she went into his arms, and they kissed passionately. Heat began to rise again. Reluctantly, he held her at arms length and whispered, "I don't want to go, but I have to.

"I know," she said, "I have to go too."

One last embrace and they separated, each flushed with renewed desire. 

They left the motel and said their good-byes with a kiss, a hug, and a smile.

When she returned home there was an email message from him, telling her how much he had enjoyed their encounter, how wonderful she was, and how he had forgotten what it was like to be with so passionate a woman. He said how much he looked forward to chatting with her, and meeting again. She was so happy to read of the pleasure she had brought to his life, and...smiled.



First Meeting



This is a reproduction of the first story I have ever written. It was written especial for the woman that has inspired the character of Angel. I hope you enjoy it. As always, I encourage you to vote and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S.

*****

Seated in her foyer waiting, with all the patients that Angel's nerves would allow her to muster, for her daughter to take her to the airport. Repeatedly she would rise and walk over to the hall mirror just to check her appearance. Angel must have repeated this checking process 20 times and each time she finds that her makeup, hair and clothing is just as she would desire. While everything was not perfect they were as perfect as her features would permit.

Logan Airport was about a 35 miles away by car and Angel's daughter was taking off of work to drive her there in time to catch her flight west. Master had sent her a first-class ticket. He was summoning her to his side. To meet in person for the first time. It had been months since they met on line. They would talk almost everyday on their computers, and then they would sneak into the privacy of a phone call.

Again Angel walked over to the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. As she looked into the mirror she wondered how Master would feel about her being taller than he is. She did not hide this fact from him. Nor did he hide the fact that it was on his mind for a time when they first met.

As these things were running through her mind Angel lightly fingered the necklace Master had sent her. He had not ordered her to wear it today, but she thought the silver would go well with her skirt and blouse. Besides, to Angel it looked like a collar. There are two metal pieces that snap together behind her neck and lay on top of her collarbone. The rest of the necklace is made up of over two hundred silver strands that wrap around her neck as they lay flat on her upper chest.

In this day of permanent press her white blouse is ironed to perfection. The open collar allows the necklace to show, but it is only open enough to give off just a hint of the cleavage of her more than ample breast. A smile came to her face as she noticed how clearly she could see her nipples through the material of the blouse. Angel had purchased a new cutout bra for this special meeting that left her nipples exposed. As she looked into the mirror Angel lifted, and lowered, each breast with her hands, and as if she was talking to the mirror she said. "I know he will like these."

The pleated skirt was a very dark blue and had a matching suit jacket. Angel was counting on the jacket to hide her nipples from the rest of the world. The hemline rested just above her knees. Angel smiled to herself as she noticed the flat of her stomach. Remembering all the hard work it took to get her stomach to be flat again after having her third child. That baby is now the daughter that she is waiting for, and has two babies of her own.

A close look at her red hair Angel found every strand in place. Although her hair is short it still is very fashionable for a woman. Angel wondered if her Master would have liked it a little longer. Oh well, it is to late now, she thought to herself. Again smiling within Angel's thought wandered to the stereotypes of redheads that says they are the most passionate women in all the world. It was true in her case. She thought it was amassing that she would have such passions within her, especially when she looked at how she was brought up.

Sitting back down Angel thought about her past and the road that brought her to this point in her life. Her first sexual experience at the age of 8 consisting of oral sex with her older cousin. Lost her virginity at age 10. The first female to female experience at age 12 was directed by a neighbor as a show for his friends. First child at age 15 and her third at age 20. Two very abusive husbands. And, now she sits waiting to go and meet a man that it is her desire to call him Master of her life.

Many may think her unbalanced, Angel thought, but to her it is very normal. As a child and as a young woman she put up with all that was asked of her just out of her desire to please. To serve the needs of an other. The man in her life.

The honk of the car horn broke into her thoughts. Angel jumped up with a start. Quickly she grabbed her suit case, purse, jacket and was out the door. Her daughter, Babs, was half way up the walk as Angel stepped out on to the porch. Babs reached to take her mother's bag, but Angel just shook her head and kept walking. "Lets go dear. I don't want to be late."

Rushing to the car, Babs held the back door open as Angel tossed her bag into the car. When both gals were strapped into the front seat off they went.

Once they were on their way, Babs started the conversation, "Mom are you sure you want to do this? How do you know that he is not some kind of weirdo?" Babs knows about her mother's desires.

"I have talked to this man for over four months now and not received one warning sign."

"Mom I know, but that has only been over the phone. Once he gets you to his house and all tied up he can do anything he wants."

"I know dear, but we are not going to his house right away. We are staying in a hotel near the airport until I feel safe enough to go to his home." Angel went on, "Oh dear, I left his name, the name and number to the hotel and his house in an envelop on the kitchen counter, and I will call you each night at about 9 PM. If for some reason I do not call, you are to call the local police and give them these numbers."

"You bet. I will turn his ass in if I do not hear from you." Angel just reached over and patted her daughter on the shoulder.

The rest of the ride they talked about everyday things. The children, their deadbeat father and Babs' new boyfriend whom she had just met on the internet. Every once in a while Babs would throw in a question about D/s and how it feels.

Just as they were stopping to drop Angel off at the airport she turn to Babs to answer her questions, "When you are with the right Master it all feels wonderful." Angel grabbed her bag and said, "Give the kids a kiss and hug for me and I will call you tonight."

*****

Once she was seated on the plane Angel started to thumb through the magazine that she had brought to read on the trip, but she really was not interested in reading. Her mind was on her Master. Remembering back to a little over four months ago....

Angel was moderating a chat room called "Safe For New Subs", she and another online friend set the room up to help out the "Newbies" that would come online full of questions. The idea of the room was just what the title says ... it was safe ... and it worked until the predators destroyed it.

At any rate Angel was in the chat room and in pops this Dom with the name of "No Game". He had a profile that would tell anyone that he was not interested in a new sub of any kind and any submissive that was interested in him had to be out of her mind. Angel had decided that she was going to put him on "ignore" if he said the least little thing out of line. Then she was surprised that he never did.

His real name is Scott Andrews. Scott did not enter into the conversation right away. He stayed in the background until one day a predator attacked a newbie sub. To Angel's delight No Game jumped into this predator's stuff and would not let him loose until he ran the SOB out of the chat room. When his defense was no longer needed he sent a message to the room, "Sorry about that Ladies." He then slipped back into the background.

Every once in a while Scott would answer a question placed before the group. Angel felt that his answers were different, but she had trouble putting her finger on it. Then one day a sub asked the room if she needed to submit herself to anyone that said they were Dom. No Game was the first to put his answer on the screen.

"NO!!!! You submit only to your Dom/Domme!!!!!"

His next comment really hooked Angel, "You owe respect to others regardless if they are Dominate or submissive. They are people ... treat them with respect. As the submissive it is your choice who you submit to. Not the Dom's. If a Dom is forcing you to submit against your will that is RAPE not D/s."

Scott went on, "To all of you submissives I say you need to obey only your Master ... To all others you are an equal and deserve to be treat as an equal."

He may have tried to slip into the background after that, but the girls would not allow it. They all wanted to hear more from this new Master that talked different than all the rest. Angel would have bet that most of the girls in that room were getting wet between the legs just thinking about this man with the new attitude. She did not chase after Scott on that day, but she did put his name on her buddy list so she could track him whenever he came online.

The tapping on her shoulder disrupted her thoughts. It was the flight attendant asking if she wanted a drink. Angel said she would take a white wine as she looked about. The plane had taken off and she had not even made a conscious note of the fact. 

As it turned out tracking this man was harder than Angel had thought it would be. He only used the "No Game" screen name when he was in the "Safe" chat room.

Apparently Scott had made notice of her as well and place her screen name on his buddy list for his other name. Every once in a while she would get this instant message from this stranger named, "Master Trainer" The messages were always very respectful and always seeking assistance for a newbie sub in trouble. Once his message had been conveyed he would slip into the background again.

From that point on the chase was on. Angel had never chased a man like she did Mr. Scott Andrews, but then she had never met a man like this before. When she first IM'd and told him that she had been watching him in the room and thought he was the kind of man that she wanted to have as her friend. 

Scott pointed out all the things that would be wrong about them being a Dom/sub pair. Angel is taller than he is ... He was not a breast man and did not really like big tits .... He was not looking for a sub. Angel would come back at him asking, "Do you have a problem being friends with a woman with big boobs?"

"I have no problems being your friend. In fact, I like you, but I am not looking for a slave. So, if you are looking for a Master, I am not it and you are wasting our time."

So they both agreed to see if they could become friends. And ... they did. Very fast and very close. Angel learned that Scott had been in a D/s relationship with is wife for over 25 years. It ended when she died in an auto accident. That was only a few years before and he was not yet ready to let her go and so he could find another.

Angel knew it was risky getting involved with this man. She could end up giving him her heart and he would feel that returning her affections would be cheating on his late wife. Despite all that they had in common there were still many differences. Angel just knew in her heart that most of these differences were based on how his late wife submitted to him.

Angel again was disturbed from her thoughts when she heard the bell ring telling passengers the seat belt light had just come on. The flight attendants were passing up and down the aisle asking all the passengers to put their seats back into the upright position. Then she heard the flaps go down with the landing gear following right after the flaps.

Now the butter flies in her stomach really started to jump. Would Master accept her once he saw her in person? Would he take her tonight or would he put her back on the next plane out and send her back to Boston. Angel was not sure she could take that rejection at this point in their relationship.

The next thing that Angel knew the plane was pulling up to the gate. All the other passengers were getting up and starting to gather their things. Angel wondered what she would do when she first saw her Master. Would she greet him with a hug, or would she just knee before him and wait for his command. She decided on a hug as she admitted to herself that she would kneel if commanded to do so in front of all these people. The only thing that was important to Angel was the fact that she was going to be with her Master at long last.

As Angel got the end of the gangway she was both surprised and very disappointed not to see her Master. Wondering just what to do she just followed the crowd as she started to cry. Had Master seen her and already rejected her? Had he just not shown up? Angel could no longer hold back the damn as her eyes let out the tears without hindrance. An other passenger, an elderly lady, came over and put her hand on Angel's shoulder.

"What is wrong honey? Can I help you?" the friendly woman said.

"I was expecting to see ..." Angel stopped in mid-sentence. Angel and her new found friend had just reached the baggage claim center and there standing in the midst of all the confusion was a man holding a placard that simply read, "ANGEL"

The tears stopped. A smile came to her face as she thanked the woman with a big heart. Angel walked over to the man. From the pictures that they had shared she knew this was not her Master, but she was being greeted just the same. "I am Angel." She said.

"I am to be your chauffeur." Reaching for her bag he continued, "May I take that for you?"

"Yes you may."

"Mr. Andrews has been unavoidably delayed. He begs your pardon and expects to join you within two hours. I have been instructed to get you to the hotel and help make you comfortable. Will you please follow me?"

Angel just had time to say, "Thank you." And the man turned to walk to the doors with her bag in his hand. Angel followed along a few steps behind him.

Just outside the doors was parked a black limousine. Her bag was placed in the trunk and the rear door was opened and held for Angel to enter. As she was adjusting herself in her seat her chauffeur got into the front seat and smoothly pulled out into traffic.

As the car moved in and out of traffic Angel returned to her thoughts. This man, Scott Andrews, was not the normal dominate man that you would find on the internet. Most of the others seem to think that D/s meant whipping the sub into submission. Scott would tell her that she had to want to submit to him. She had to seek his discipline when she displeased him. If she did not want his domination then there was no reason to proceed. That is why it has taken this long for them to meet. Angel remembered how she was ready to have sex with this man after their first phone call. Scott kept saying that it was not yet the time. She did not yet have the desire for them to meet.

He has explained to her that there are some things are a must to him. One was for his slave had to be cleanly shaven and not just a submissive. A submissive can turn it on and off while a slave lives her submission every day of her life with her Master. 

An other one of Master's must was anal sex. Even with all the abuse that she had experienced since she was eight there had never been any anal play. Angel wondered if Master was going to take her in the ass tonight. Would it hurt a lot? Could she take the pain and still please her Master? She found an inner desire to do this thing for him. To please him even if she herself must suffer pain for his pleasure.

Then there was the shaving thing. Master was firm on this issue. It had come up many times I their discussions and always with the same result. If she was going to be his slave all her pubic hair would be removed and her pelvis would remain bald for as long as she belonged to him. Once she asked him why, and he responded with a very logical reason ... from a D/s point of view.

"Most women look on the growth of their pubic hair as the start of their womanhood. You know the changing of the guard so to speak from childhood to womanhood. Your removal of that symbol will signify your gift of your womanhood to me."

Angel wondered if Master would be angry that she had not shaven before she came to meet him. "Oh, well it is to late now." She said to herself.

Once at the hotel the chauffeur led her to the elevators while he carried her bag. Once they were on their way up Angel wondered just how much this chauffeur really knew of why she was here. She smiled as she thought about the expression on the chauffeur's face if her could see her tonight on her knees sucking her Master hard cock.

As they arrived at the suite, the chauffeur held open the door for Angel. Once she was in he took her bag on into the bedroom and placed it on the luggage rack. When he returned to the main room he asked, "Is there anything else that you need Miss?"

"No, I think that will do it." Angel started to look into her purse for a tip.

"Please No, Miss. Mr. Andrews has taken good care of me, but I do thank you." That said he handed her a room key and an envelop. Gave Angel a little salute and left the room.

Inside the envelop was a note from her Master. It read:

Dearest Angel:

I have been unavoidably detained do to business concerns. These problems require my personal attention. I will join you just as soon as these problems come under control.

In the meantime you can use this time to freshen up, take a shower and just relax. You will also find additional instructions in the bedroom for after your shower.

Love Ya, Scott 

Although disappointed Angel accepted it and thought it was good idea to freshen up. As she headed for the bath her brand-new outfit hit the end of the bed. As she peeled off her panties she frown came to her face as she thought about how much she had wanted to have Master see her in them. So off to the shower she went just like a good slave should do. That is to obey her Master suggestions.

*****

As Angel stepped out of her shower she found all her toiletries laid out between the two bathroom sinks. On closer inspection she found that her bag and all of her clothing had been removed from the room, and there were leather wrist and ankle cuffs, along with a single white envelop, on top of the dresser.

Gingerly Angel opened the envelop and took out the note. It read:

Angel, put on the cuffs and wait for me in the nude. When you hear the front door open I want you to kneel in the middle of the floor with your back to the door., Scott

Angel was mad now. This was to much. However, as she thought about it she decided that she would not do this for most men, but this was the one that she chosen to be her Master. Angel put on the cuffs and sat in the chair next to the dresser to wait.

She did not have to wait long. As she sat in the chair Angel had just started to think about her Master again when she heard the front door. Quickly she moved to the middle of the room and lowered herself to her knees. As a further gesture Angel bowed her head, placed her hands behind her back and listen as hard as she could to hear his foot steps.

The silence was broken by his voice, "Open your legs, Angel."

Angel complied as Master slipped a black silk scarf over her eyes. Just as quickly Scott snapped her wrist cuffs together. Now secured and unable to see Angel's Master leaned over her shoulder and placed a kiss on her right cheek. With both his hands on her shoulders he whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked to him and how happy he was that she was here.

Stepping in front of Angel her Master ran his hands lightly all over her. Cheeks, neck, shoulders, breasts and so forth until his fingers inspected every inch of this woman that came to be his slave. His inspection ended between her legs as Scott ran the side of his finger along her slit. He opened the portals of skin that protected her sex from outside intruders.




First Meeting



Bringing his lips to hers he invaded her mouth with his tongue. Again he was very thorough as he inspected every inch of her mouth. At the same time his fingers invaded her pleasure tunnel and her sex let out a loud squish. As the kiss was broken Master said, "My word sweet one, you are gushing in the moisture that you are releasing. Have you been thinking about being fuck for long?"

Lowering her head as if to look at the floor Angel said, "Actually Master, I have been excited about learning just how you taste."

Smiling Scott said, "Aren't you the precocious one this afternoon."

"Master, don't make fun of me. Not today. Please Master, let me taste you at long last." After all this time all Angel could think about was jut how honored she would be if her Master would use her mouth for his pleasure.

Scott did not delay the issue any longer. Stepping in front of Angel he opened his pants and pulled out his male member. He was harder than he had been in a long time. He laid his shaft along her right cheek and started to rub it back and forth. Angel also wasted no time as she opened her mouth and sucked in the head of her Master's cock.

And, suck she did. Angel was being very greedy as she sucked every inch she could into her mouth. Running her tongue back and forth along the vein on the underside of this penis. She thought to herself, "The skin on his member is so smooth."

Without hands to guide and direct Angel did her vary best to sink Master's manhood past the back of her mouth and on into her throat until her lips nestled in his pubic hairs at the root. Master did provide a little help by taking hold of each side of her head as he started to pump in and out of her. Angel thought he was going to use her to fuck her mouth, or was that she was hopping he would use her as his own little fuck toy.

Shocked and hurt when Master withdrew from her mouth. He pulled out and left her mouth still sucking but receiving only air. He did replace his cock with a wonderful soft kiss. As he broke off the kiss he said, "You are wonderful slave Angel. Your mouth in one of the best that I have ever felt, but we have other things to do." As he spoke these words Master was helping Angel to her feet. 

Carefully Scott guided Angel over to the bed. Backing her up until she could feel the mattress against the backs of her legs. Just as carefully he laid her down on her back. Bringing her feet up onto the bed and placing her heels next to her bottom he softly said, "Open wide for me Angel."

Another rush of excitement flushed itself through her body because she knew that her Master was looking at her. Oh how she wanted to take off this damn blindfold just to get a look at her Master's face as he looked on her sex. The very womanhood that she was giving to him. Did he like was he saw? Was he excited? Was he about to use her as he both took his pleasure and gave her pleasure at the same time?

There was a buzzing sound ... Angel's thoughts ran to how her Master was going to play with her womanhood with a vibrating dildo. Angel thought that dildos are fine, but today, right now, she wanted the real thing sliding in and out of her.

She felt the vibrations moving across her pubic mound, between her legs and moving slowly over her vulva. Angel felt his fingers pulling at her skin as the vibrations followed where he had stretched her. His fingers opened her up and it hit Angel. She knew just what is was the Master was doing. He was not using a vibrator, but he was using an electric razor. Master was living up to his word that he would remove any and all pubic hair. All this time Master did not say a word.

Just as the buzzing stopped Angel felt a creamy liquid being rubbed into her pelvic region. Then she felt the scrapping across her mound and between her legs. Scott spoke softly, "Angel, when you do this in the future you are to use cream rinse to soften the hairs and not shave cream. The cream rinse helps to avoid the stubble and the ingrown hairs that are sometimes common in pubic shaving."

"Master, am I going to be shaving myself in the future?"

"Just as long as you want to be my slave you will be clean shaven of all body hair under your neck."

Scott was very thorough, and careful, in his shaving endeavors. Angel thought to herself that he was also an expert at his chosen task as she felt the razor move across her labia, over the "V" formed at the top of her slit. He even removed any of the small hairs around her asshole.

Once Master completed his task he started to run his hands over the inside of Angel's thighs. His touch was very tender, almost to the point of tickling more than being sensitive. A single finger along the crease that runs between the her body and her leg. First one and then the other. Master was doing painstakingly accurate, careful and thorough research of every pore in Angel's pubic area.

Angel's head was rocking from one side then to the other. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs, 'Stop the damn teasing and fuck me.' Master opened the folds that protects the entrance into her womanhood.. Slowly, painfully slowly, Scott inserted one finger. Deeper, and deeper, reaching as deep into Angel as the length of his finger would allow.

Curling his finger to bring the flat against the granular area that hides the G spot. Angel told him when he found the right spot as she sucked in a huge breath. Her pelvis quivered. Her large breast bounced up and down as if she was running rather than laying on her back on the bed.

With his other hand Master spread open her labia even wider until he saw his target. Scott continued to work his finger against Angel's G spot and brought his tongue, and mouth, to bear against the hood of her clit. Sucking firmly, and deeply, Scott pulled Angel's clit out of it's protective sheath and into his mouth. He continued to hold her clit firmly by applying his force of sucking hard while he worked his tongue on the tip and then on the sides.

Angel yelled, "Oh Master, I need your permission to cum!"

Scott just mumbled something, but no-one could tell just what his words were, because he did not want to release his hold on this little button of excitement. Master continued his assault on her clit and Angel's body jerked, quivered and just shook. Scott knew that she was very close from the amount of liquated that she was excreting.

Then in an instant it came. The explosion that jerked Angel's body off the bed. Every muscle she had tightened, then relaxed and tightened yet again. The walls of her vagina collapsed on his finger as if they were a vice. He vagina pumped his finger as if it was a cock and she was expecting it to receive his seed.

As Angel settled down and her muscles started to relax Master withdrew his finger and his mouth. He still ran his hands all over Angel to help her relax. Climbing on the bed next to her Master lifted the blindfold off her head. Angel smiled as she got her first in person look at her Master. She reached her mouth up to kiss him and Master responded with a soft, tender kiss that neither one of them wanted to end.

Releasing her wrists from their bondage Master moved up the bed until his head was on the pillows. He motioned for Angel to join him, which she did. Laying down in his arms with her head on his shoulder. His left hand was on her breast and her right hand was on his chest. Scott lifted her chin so they were looking into the eyes of the other and said, "You were wonderful my slave. You passed that test of your submission far better than I had hoped." Moving to kiss her, "I am so proud of you.!"

"That makes me very happy Master. It was hard to trust you when I had not seen you, but now I trust you even more than I did before." As Angel spoke these words her hand moved down between her Master's legs. Taking hold of his member she said, "Now, it is time for my Master to be on the receiving end."

Just as Angel was about to take her Master into her mouth they heard a knock on the door. Her head shooting into the upright position Angel said, "What in hell was that?"

"That is our dinner. I had ordered room service for our first night together." Scott started to slide off the bed and to put on a robe so he could answer the door.

Just as he was about to walk into the other room of the suite Angel cried, "I have no robe to put on. Master what did you do with my bag?"

"You are dressed just right for this evening. Just wait here until I get rid of the delivery boy." Out the bedroom he went leaving a question mark on Angel's face.

As Scott returned to the bedroom he offered Angel his arm as he said, "Angel, your dinner is served."

Taking his arm they walked together to the table. Master held her chair as she sat herself and all through dinner Angel wondered just what type of Master had she found.

The beginning of many adventures to come. 

Again, I encourage you to vote on each part and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S. 



First Meeting



Her throat was tight, her mouth was dry, and she paced anxiously outside the hotel room, waiting for him to open the door. She had no yet knocked on the door, she was much too nervous yet. Dressed in the clothes he had told her to wear - opaque white blouse, see thru bra, lily white thong, short black skirt, white garter belt, and white stockings - she was early. She could be early, that was something he did not mind. Tardiness was something unacceptable. She arrived at the hotel an hour before the appointed time, but she was far too nervous to go directly to his room. She spent some time walking in the hotel shops and pacing the hall outside his room.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if I don't like him? What happens if there's no chemistry?" All valid questions that ran through her mind as she wasted time. "If if he asks me to do something I don't want to? What if I do something he doesn't like, will he slap me hard? Will he draw blood? Will he leave marks?" 

It was now five minutes before she was to be in his room, and she knew she had better knock. She took one last deep breath, closed her eyes, and wrapped her knuckles on the faux wood. There was a brief moment where her heart skipped a beat as she waited for him to open the door. Her eyes were still closed when she heard the locks being removed. She slowly opened them as he opened the door.

"Welcome my love," his medium deep voice said as he extended his hand to take hers. "Come in, beautiful," he said as she walked inside. He closed the door quickly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I have waited too long for this moment," he said before kissing her cheek. "Too long."

Her name was Melinda Thompson, and this was the first time meeting him. Though they've known each other for over five years, it was only through the internet and a few phone calls. They were first friends: Melinda meeting him in a big beautiful woman chat room while she was married. It was not until she was separated that he discovered her lifestyle, the lifestyle they were going to experience: she was submissive.

It was during the talks with him that Melinda found herself wanting, craving a few of the curiosities she had, more specifically, over the knee spanking. She had read several stories involving older women allowing their husbands, their boyfriends, their Dominates, to hit their naked bottoms with their hands, paddles, and other items. This was something Melinda liked that she didn't admit to herself for a long time, but now, with the talks with him, she's more than admitted.

His name was John Everett. A 40-year-old bookseller and part-time writer, father of one. He and Melinda were friends, even after the little falling out they, and others, had when their mutual chat room broke up. They did not speak to one another for a while, a fact they both blamed on her ex. But that was the past, and now they were talking again. They were also discovering sides to one another neither knew had.

They needed to meet, that was something they always knew. There was a sexual chemistry they had, and it needed to be explored. It was fate that allowed John to be in her area. It was a week before the event that he sent her an e-mail that changed their relationship.

They exchanged daily e-mail, telling one another of their day, their family, what they dreamed, what they thought. But this one piece was different. Melinda had shared with John a Submissive Check List she filled out for a prospective dominant - one she eventually did not meet. John used the information and wrote to her, asking, no, telling her what to wear. 

As a good submissive, Melinda obeyed.

"You look lovely, Pet," John said as he took her hand and directed her to a chair in the middle of his suite. He received a few rewards for being a lead bookseller and one was he received a suite when he attended conventions. "I am pleased to see you are wearing as I directed." His smile was warm and genuine. It warmed her to have pleased him.

"Thank you," she whispered. She was nervous: she couldn't remember if she was permitted to answer compliments.

"You are most welcome, Precious." He kissed her cheek again. She was allowed to accept those compliments from him. She smiled and looked away, blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Has Precious not been complimented much?" He took her chin in his hand and pulled her head up. He looked her in the eyes, those eyes that her pictures did not do justice. They were bluer than he had imagined. They were sexier than he had hoped. He was taken aback: he had an electric shock rush through his body.

"No," she quietly answered as she averted her eyes from his. She didn't want to look into his dark brown, deep, mysterious eyes again. Melinda looked into them as she entered and lost her breath. It is written that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Melinda saw into his soul and was shocked to find a caring soul. She was not expecting him to be so.

"You'll be told so much this weekend," John said as he released her face and walked to his bed. She glanced down at her feet before realizing that he wanted her to be proud, to hold her head high, and to smile. She looked straight ahead and smiled.

"But before we do anything, I'm hungry. Shall we go down to the restaurant and get something to eat?"

As he sat, John smiled at his friend. He had always lusted after her, and had had the idea of one day being in bed with her, but never had he ever thought of her as a submissive. Yet, here she was, in the clothing he had chosen, ready to later obey his desires. He quietly thanked the stars for his luck.

"You know I've always had a thing for you," he said as they waited for their orders to come. It had been several minutes since the waitress left and he could sense Melinda wanted to hear something from him.

"Yes, I know," she coyly said as she looked around, wondering if any of the other diners were thinking of what the two of them were going to do later. She silently laughed as she thought ‘To hell with them, I want to do this.'

"Good, good," he answered as he reached for her hand and grasped it as lovers do. She inhaled quickly, caught off-guard by this public show of emotion and affection. He smiled and squeezed her hand tighter, quietly showing her he meant what he had said and was about to say.

"I can't wait until we're alone again," she said as the waitress came back with their drinks. John thanked her for her service and leaned back, not to watch the young girl walk away, but to observe the others in the restaurant as they looked, not at him, but at Melinda. She was hot looking, he knew it, and wanted everyone else to know it.

He smiled broadly. "In due time, my Precious. Now let's eat."

Dinner was over and they retired to his room for an aperitif. He took her hand and directed her to a chair. She was about to speak but he placed a finger over her lips.

"Please," he whispered before walking to the room's bar. He took out a wine glass and looked back at her. He remembered she does not drink alcohol anymore and reached for the orange juice. "You'll need this for what's ahead," he said as he walked to her.

"Thank you," she whispered as she took the glass. 

"Drink up, my Pet. We have a lot of things to explore." John moved to the bedroom and turned on a light. He stayed shortly before coming out. "Come in here, Pet," he commanded. Melinda placed the empty glass on a table and walked. As she passed him, she allowed her hand to rub across his chest. Though this could have been a show of defiance, he allowed it. He liked it.

"I love that you wore as I had asked," he said as he helped her sit on the edge of the bed. She was nervous again, her breathing began to labor. Thoughts of displeasing him entered her mind. She was wondering if this was a good thing, to meet him like this.

"I am so glad you are wearing those clothes," he said as he stepped back. "But as you may have thought, I only wanted you in those clothes in public. Now that we are alone, I want them off. So, please, stand and do as I command." With those words, he helped her onto her feet and took her place on the bed.

She knew he was going to tell her to do this, she had told herself it was going to be okay, but it still did not make her comfortable at this moment. She inhaled and closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought about running out of the room, out into the hall, and into the elevator. Those thoughts fleeted and she began to unbutton her blouse. She opened her eyes and saw him staring, a big smile on his face. She stopped and walked to him. She took his head and playfully held it in her cleavage. She sighed with relief when he laughed.

"Very cute, Beautiful," were his words when she stepped back and finished removing her blouse. When it was off, she tossed it at his feet and pushed out her chest. Her breasts were straining against the bra, the added action almost causing a rip. She smiled as she went to work on the skirt.

"Lovely," he said as he leered. He wanted to jump off the bed and rip off the remaining clothing. He wanted her, needed her, but restrained himself. He needed her to show herself, slowly. He needed her to be able to trust him.

Her heart was pounding as she unhooked the button and slowly pushed the zipper down. Thinking quickly, she turned around to show him the thong. She remembered a discussion they had once, that he loved the female bottom, and that it aroused him greatly. A tune popped into her mind and she wiggled to the beat.

Melinda could hear him breathe. She smiled and began to move her ass a little more exaggerated. She closed her eyes as she let the skirt drop to the floor. Still thinking of a song, she stepped out of the clothes and turned quickly. She caught John staring, staring at where her ass once was. She smiled broadly, as he caught and composed himself. He sat straight and beckoned her to him.

She came as requested. Standing nearly nude in front of him made her somewhat self-conscious, but she resisted covering herself with her hands. She raised her head high and threw out her chest. He smiled as he placed his hands on her hips.

"You know what is about to happen." Without questioning, Melinda nodded her head and lay across his lap. He gently rubbed her bottom as she nervously, excitedly squirmed. She knew what was about to happen, she wanted it to happen.

"Be gentle with me, Sir," she whispered as he raised his hand. He smiled as the hand came down. It was a firm yet tender smack across her cheek. 

It was a firm yet tender smack on her cheek that caused her to coo. He raised his hand again as she squirmed more, this time only in excitement. Smack, another touch of his hand, and she cooed once more. She closed her eyes and let herself go. She was enjoying this, she wanted more.

Seven, eight slaps on her ass and Melinda was thinking she was going to cum. She and John never discussed whether she was allowed to orgasm on her own: if she had to ask permission first. She was about to ask if she may orgasm when he began to rub her bottom.

"Did my Precious want to cum?" he asked before his lips touched her reddening flesh. She whispered her answer; he moved his hand to touch the wetness of her thong. 

"Oh my, Sir," she moaned as she moved her hips up and down. She was going to orgasm and quickly. She tried to hold off, tried to enjoy the feeling of his hand on her thong, but it was to no avail. "Oh my God, John," she cried out as she felt the emotion of the moment rush over her. She cried out his name as the physical aspect hit her, and hit her hard. 

"Oh shit, Master!"

He sat on his chair sipping water from a bottle, his eyes locked on Melinda. John had no expected the reaction she had to his spanking. Though they had talked about him using his hand on her ass, she had not let on that she would have an orgasm, let alone a multiple. He was pleased that she allowed herself to open up with him, not be shy and introverted. 

Melinda lay upon the bed, her breathing coming back to normal. It was not unusual for her to orgasm when with a handsome man. She had always cum with her husband and her boyfriends, but what was unusual was that she did so forcefully. Though she had been spanked before, it was just playfully. This was the first time she was purposely placed over someone's knees and smacked. She enjoyed it. 

John stood and walked to the bed. He extended his hand and took hers. He helped her stand. He sat on the bed and tenderly kissed her belly.

"Remove your underwear," he commanded. Melinda took one look at him, smiled and pulled down a bra strap. She trusted him completely. She wanted to please him completely. She could not wait for what was to come.

As her thong hit the floor and she stepped out, he stood and removed his pants. His erection showed her that he was pleased, very pleased, with her body. She did not need to be told what to do. As he sat back down, she got on her knees. She moved in between his legs and took his hardness. As she took his hot cock in her hand, it hardened more, stiff and pulsating. She kissed the head. She began to stroke it softly as she looked up into his eyes. 

"Go ahead," he whispered as she kissed the head again then took more of his shaft.

His hardness was hot, that was the first thing she realized. Though she's had harder, though she's had larger, this was the hottest one she's ever had. The heat caused her already wet pussy to become even wetter. She opened her throat and allowed more of his cock to enter. 

He threw his head back as she continued to suck. John knew that she loved to suck, that was something he knew for a long time. He placed his hands on her head while she slowly sucked in his cock again. Slowly, she moved her head up, allowing his cock to come out of her mouth. "God baby," he moaned as she began to move her head faster up and down.

Melinda worked on his hardness with more vigor and energy. It became hotter; she could feel his orgasm approach. Faster and faster, her head bobbed. Harder and harder, she sucked on him. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to explode in her mouth.

"Baby, I'm going to cum," he said as his hands pulled her hair. His pre-cum was sweet, she wanted his cum. He exploded in her mouth, hot and hard. She opened her throat to allow it to go down. She swallowed hard, getting every drop. She squeezed his shaft, draining him. 

John flopped on the bed, his cock fully drained, his new Pet performing as he had hoped.

Melinda was gaining trust in him. He had showed that he did find her body sexy, that he did find her sexy, and that he did want her. Her heart was racing again. This time, however, it was out of excitement, not nervousness. She was more confident, more positive that he would not hurt her, neither physically or emotionally. Her smile on her face was bright and broad, one like she hasn't had in a very long time.

"Now, my Pet, up on the bed and on your knees." John's voice showed no signs that he was tired, that he had cum. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew she would follow his words to the letter. She nimbly hopped on the bed and got on her knees, her luscious ass inches from his face.

His erection was quick, it was hard. He climbed on the bed and playfully slapped her ass. It was not hard, it was a pleasure smack. She moaned and wiggled her hips. He placed his hand once more on her bottom as he moved his face closer. 

"Oh, Sir," she cooed as she felt his hot breath approach her wetness. He teased her, licking her ass. She wanted to tell him to plunge it deep inside of her, but she knew that was not her place. He put his hands on each hip and kissed her ass.

"Precious, you're so hot," he whispered before placing his hot and wet tongue inside of her. She inhaled deeply; shocked by the force his went inside. She instinctively pushed back against his face, allowing him to go deeper. 

Moving his tongue out, John knew she was wet enough. He knelt and placed his hot cock at the edge of her lips. Slowly, purposely slow, he moved inside of her. Pulling her hips, he went deeper.

"Oh fucking God," she moaned as the feeling of his hardness hit all her sensual nerves. She wanted to tell him to pull on her hair, to pump her hard and fast, but she knew it was not her place.

"Yes, Pet," he said as he reached up and grabbed some of her hair. He pulled on it, hard, as he pumped his hips faster. 

"Oh God, Master," she screamed as his pace increased. She pushed back as hard as she could, want him to be inside of her as deep as he could. He pulled hard on her hair. She screamed again, screaming his name.

"Take it, Baby," he screamed back as his cock thrust in and pulled out of her wanton pussy. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air, causing them to want each other more. Faster and faster he pumped. Harder and harder he pulled. Closer and closer, she came to another orgasm.

"Cum, baby, cum," he said as his felt her pussy begin to squeeze around his hardness. He could sense her orgasm was close. "Cum for me, cum for Master."

"Oh my fucking God," she screamed before her head dropped to the bed. He was still pumping and pumping hard as the waves of the glorious sensation overran her body. She closed her eyes and let it all out.

"Oh God, I love you."

Melinda Thompson lay quietly under the covers as John Everett showered. He had an appointment that night, nothing like the one he just fulfilled. He was in town for a convention, and as part of it, he needed to meet some West Coast publishers. He wanted her to come with him, but that was impossible. He was expected to be alone, and he had to arrive as such. He would let her sleep, let her sleep the night if possible.

She told him, in the heat of passion, that she loved him. He wasn't sure if that was the orgasm talking or her. In the morning, he would find out. But for now, she was a sleeping angel. A submissive angel. His submissive angel.



First Meeting



(This was written with a special someone in mind...you know who you are...)

*

It was amazing. A thousand miles from home, and now only a hundred yards from her. As he watched her run the track, he remembered how she had finally agreed to meet him. On her terms, naturally. Be at the track, she had told him, and she had made him recite it all back, making sure he knew the time and date. She had spoken professionally, almost reluctantly, telling him that it might not be a good thing. Asking if he was sure of what he was getting into. Reminding him that this was his idea. Insisting that he wear running clothes, also.

As she neared him, he got his first good look at her, and was not disappointed. He knew from the pictures she had emailed him that she was pretty, despite her reluctance to send him a decent face shot. Now, live and in person, he saw that she was more than that. Her eyes, so startling and so green, were alive with life. Her smile, as she noticed him, was warmer than the sun. Her body, that lean sexy form that he had studied so closely in her photos, was more graceful than she had admitted to. The sports bra and abbreviated white shorts she wore only served to enhance the tanned flatness of her belly.

She pulled up ten feet from him, smiling. He thought, as she looked at him, that she would probably think he looked ridiculous in his sweatshirt and shorts, but it appeared that she approved, from the way her eyes swept over him once, then again. She walked up to him, opening her arms. She had recognized him as soon as he had approached the track, and now she didn't regret letting him come to her.

"Hi, gorgeous," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. He searched for words to express what he was feeling, but there was too much emotion, and too few words. No witty comebacks here, in real life!

"H-hi, there," he stammered, more nervous than he had been in his entire life. My god, he had spoken with the governor of his state once, and had chaired countless committee meetings, and suddenly he was tongue-tied?

She laughed at his awkwardness, and he suddenly had an idea, something to cover his nervous state. He backed away from her, breaking her embrace, and stared at her.

"Y-y-you t-t-think it's f-funny, t-t-that I s-st-stutter?" he asked loudly. "M-m-my g-g-od!" 

He watched her face fall. Her expression went from humor to horror in one quick instant, then into total embarrassment! Her mouth fell open, and suddenly she had no words to say!

"No!" she finally managed. "NO! I just meant that....Oh, GOD!" He watched with mounting amusement her attempt to rectify this situation, but he couldn't allow her embarrassment to go on for too long. Stepping into her once again, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He planted a quick, tender kiss on her cheek.

"There," he said. "Even a tiny kiss has the power to restore speech. Imagine what having sex with you could do for me!" As he said this, he tightened his grip on her waist, as she began to figure out that she had been hoodwinked. Sure enough, she struggled to get free, but he held her tightly.

"You shit!" she blasted, laughing in spite of herself. "If I could get loose, I'd kick your ass!"

"Well, then, you WON'T get loose, if I have to hold you like this forever," he promised. "Which, by the way, doesn't seem like such a bad idea at the moment." 

She suddenly noticed his hardness, as her leg was between his own. "Mmmmm," she thought. "I could get to like this!" She was pleased that she could have this effect on him, and his obvious excitement triggered hers. She pressed just a little bit harder against him, savoring the moment. Then she turned her face up to his, suddenly, and kissed him. He kissed her back, grateful that she wasn't mad at him. It was a long kiss, like old lovers would share.

"Let's go somewhere," he said to her, at last, but she shook her head.

"No," she stated flatly. "I have to run. C'mon, run with me." And with that, she turned from him and began to trot away, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling. 

'What the..." he thought. "Is this a date, or a contest?" Nevertheless, he began to run, obediently following her around the track, though not nearly as effortlessly. She was obviously in top condition, having done this religiously for the last few years. He, on the other hand, was soon breathing heavily. By the second lap, his legs felt like they had doubled their weight, and he was having difficulty getting his feet high enough to skirt small twigs and the like, on the path.

She had been carrying on a one-sided conversation, due to his inability to speak without gasping, and at last he begged her to stop for a moment. She pulled up, smiling smugly, and watched him attempting to regain the use of his lungs.

"Want an oxygen tank?" she asked, laughing.

It was a musical laugh, the sweetest sound he had ever heard, but he answered irritably, saying, "No thanks. I'll be okay...I think." She reeled over, trying to suppress another outburst of laughter. 

"This isn't going well," she suddenly thought. " I had forgotten. Men don't like to be bested, at anything, especially physically." This brought her emotions in check, and she decided to play it a little less offensively.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said, placing an arm around his waist. "I should have told you I was a serious runner." 

"Oh, you did," he admitted. "I just didn't know you were Olympic-quality!" Then he laughed, and she knew he was all right with the situation, if he could joke about it. "Besides," he said, giving her a sly look, "now that I've tired you out, I can catch you more easily." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, once again enjoying the feel of her lean body in his arms.

As she stretched up to kiss him again, she said softly, "Oh, I didn't think you'd have much of a problem, there." Then she surrendered her lips to him. This, their second kiss, was even better than the first, and she soon found her body molding into his, eager to feel his hardness against her once again; to feel his desire for her.

When they broke, they were both out of breath. He held her at arm's length and looked deeply into her eyes. "My god," he breathed, staring at her. "I can't believe we finally got together. All those emails..."

She shushed him with her fingertip on his lips. She knew what they both needed. "No more talk," she told him. "I want you next to me, naked." Her eyes held his captive, and he found himself smiling, as he knew there would be no awkwardness with her. She set the terms, as usual. All he had to do was comply, and that he was happy to do!

"As you wish, my love," he stated simply, and took her hand in his.

The walk to her car seemed to take hours, but the drive to the hotel she had chosen actually took only a few minutes, and soon they were walking into a modest, but well-appointed room.

"Is this where you bring all your men?" he asked, tossing the key card onto the bedside table, trying to quell the butterflies he knew they both had, with a little joke. She was just behind him, and couldn't see the smile on his face, but he already knew she wouldn't take him seriously. Therefore, he was shocked when she answered without a pause.

"All of them," she stated. "Except one."

The flatness, the matter-of-factness in her voice made him turn to look at her, but he immediately saw that she was smiling devilishly, anticipating his reaction. "Don't even try..." she warned him, letting him know in that one exchange that she was his equal, in terms of mental quickness. All the emails in the world hadn't prepared him for the whole of her, and he was utterly pleased. He pulled her into his arms again, once more tasting her lips. This time her tongue probed his lips, and he opened his mouth slightly, eagerly inviting her touch.

This kiss, as indescribable as it was, wasn't enough, and soon their hands were tearing at each other's clothes in a mad rush to feel their own naked flesh against the other's. 

"Let me," she panted into his neck, and he relaxed his grip on her top, and allowed her to finish removing his sweatshirt. She pulled it smoothly up and over his head and dropped it to the floor. Then she ran her hands across his chest, slim fingers raking through the hair. "Oh, yeah," she sighed, smiling slyly as she took in the sight of his muscular build. "This is nice."

He chuckled. "Glad you approve," he joked. "Does this mean I get the prize?"

She dropped her hands to the waistband of his shorts. In one quick motion, she pulled them down over his hips, releasing his aching cock , which sprang towards her.

"No," she said, sinking to her knees as she pulled the shorts to the floor. "I do."

Her mouth was on him immediately, wrapping the head of his cock in its warmth. She took him deeply with no problem, and in fact, within a few strokes, he was nudging his way into her throat. He let out a long sigh, which excited her even more than the feel of his cock in her mouth. She wanted him to enjoy this.

Wrapping her tongue around his shaft, she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth, sucking lightly and pausing when he was all the way into her throat. She looked up at him, and he was watching her intently, obviously enjoying the view. He smiled.

"My god, you're beautiful," he breathed, watching her. "How did I ever manage to meet you?" His hands went to her face, sliding down over her cheeks to gently cup her chin.

She moaned then, and the sensations it produced against his throbbing member almost sent him over the edge, right then. She knew it, and moaned again before allowing his cock to drop from her mouth.

He pulled her gently up, and she backed away as she began to pull the sports bra up and over her shoulders. She hoped he would be happy with her breasts, which she considered adequate, if a little on the small side. Once the top was on the floor, she looked at him, and saw that he approved. His eyes went from her breasts to her face and back again, and he was smiling lustily.

"Nice," was all he said.

He stepped toward her then, his hands going to her breasts, cupping them in their warm embrace, feeling their roundness. She was perfect! He tweaked the nipples between thumb and forefinger, and they became instantly harder. Her head went back, and she inhaled sharply as he manipulated them gently. He had to have his mouth on them!

Dropping to his knees, her chest was at the perfect height, and he massaged one perfect breast with his hand as he placed his mouth on the other. Licking, sucking, nuzzling first one, then the other, he took his time, enjoying her moans of pleasure. Her eyes were shut and one hand held the back of his head, softly stroking her fingers through his hair. The other was on his shoulder. Her legs spread, allowing him to press against her flat little belly with his chest.

She was close to an orgasm, he knew. He could feel her begin to press her mound against his stomach, and soon she was grinding against him. He continued to suck and finger her nipples, listening to her breathing escalate. Her hands held his head tightly, now, demanding his attention.

Suddenly her back arched, she pressed her groin hard against him, and she began to shake.

"Ah, god!" she yelped. "Oh, god, yessssssss!!" Her moans became mini-screams, and she ground her pussy against him lewdly, her hands going to his shoulders to support herself as she came. He wrapped his hands around her narrow waist and held her tightly, letting her know that he wouldn't let her fall. His tongue flicked her nipple continuously, as she bucked and arched under his embrace.

At last her climax subsided, and she let out a long, satisfied sigh. She looked down at him and smiled. Then she laughed.

"I guess I never told you how sensitive my breasts were, did I?" she said, looking slightly embarrassed. She made a quick grimace. It was cute, and he loved her immediately for it.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Oh, really?" he joked. "Is that what that was all about?" He pulled himself up to stand before her again, his hands still on her waist. Smiling down at her, he said, "Well, now I can't wait to see what else is sensitive!"

With that, he flipped the zipper at the back of her shorts down, and in one easy motion, peeled the pants down over her hips. She stepped out of them, leaving her only in a pair of white thong panties. They had a significant wet stain on the front of them! She noticed that, and went to remove them, embarrassed again.

"No. Don't," he said. "Leave them on for a bit." He pulled her into his chest again and kissed her, long and hard. She melded into his embrace. When finally they broke, they were both panting again.

"On the bed," he said, and turned her with his hands. She walked to the bed, aware of his gaze on her panty-clad ass as she walked. When she reached the bed, she turned and sat on the end of it. Sure enough, he was just standing there, his cock thick and erect, watching her. His hands were on his hips, and a smile played across his features as he looked at her. He uttered one word before walking to her.

"Beautiful."

Then he was before her, his cock at her face again. He took her head in his hands, but instead of impaling her on his hardness, he bent to kiss her again, angling her face to meet his. It was another long, sweet kiss. When it was over, he went to his knees again, spreading her thighs with his hands. She leaned back, using her hands to support herself as his head dipped to her crotch.

The touch of his tongue on the front of her cotton panties was electric. She gasped, one quick intake of breath, and then another as he began to lick her. He dragged his tongue up the front of her pussy, and the feel of it, outside the thin material, was unimaginably erotic. She raised herself, involuntarily, completely off the bed. His hands slid around under her ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. God, this felt good!

He began to lap at her more urgently now, and she thrust herself at him, undulating with every maddening stroke of his tongue. She tried to keep her eyes on his, but at last let her head loll back, and finally went onto her back, as her hands could no longer support her weight. Still he held her ass in his hands, holding her tightly as he ministered to her.

When his mouth closed over her pussy, she become to come. 

"Oh, god, yessss!" she hissed, as the first pleasurable wave hit her. "Yesssss!" Her speech became more a series of yelps and groans then, as she exploded into his mouth. He continued to suck at her through the cotton, pressing the material inside her lips with his tongue. She felt as if her head was going to come off, as she thrashed on the bed, arching her back and shaking her head violently from side to side. Her voice was a long, continuous wail now, as she climaxed again and again.

He knew, as her orgasm subsided, that he couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to give her time to get her breathing back under control, to take her slowly up that long grade toward another satisfying climax, but his cock was telling him otherwise now. It pulsed and throbbed, aching to be inside her. As usual, it won.

He raked at the sides of her panties, pulling them roughly down her hips. She cooperated, raising her ass to allow them to clear the bed, and he tore them down her legs. Rising before her, he looked at her for a moment before he moved between her thighs. She was still gasping a little, but watching his face. The look of lust on her own face told him it was okay.

"Fuck me," she ordered. She wanted a hard, merciless fuck. Right now. She wanted to be taken, to feel his thickness in her, stretching her. Using her. Later, he could be tender with her, she knew.

As he forced himself between her labia, he felt the resistance subsiding. He knew she would be tight, knew her orgasm would have constricted the walls of her pussy, but he knew she wanted him, too. Her eyes had told him that. He pushed steadily in, and soon was buried within her. God, she was so hot!

The first few strokes were easy, but soon he couldn't control himself. He began to slam himself in and out, loving the feel of her cunt lips around his cock as he pulled out and then pounded back in. Her voice urged him on, as she murmured encouragement.

"Oh, yeah." "Oh, god." "That's it." "Right there."

With every pounding stroke, her voice became a little more insistent, a little more animal-like. Soon, it was nothing more than a throaty growl, evidence of her growing pleasure. He hammered relentlessly, his own pleasure building in waves. He could feel the first stirrings at the base of his balls, and knew it was going to come soon. He upped his assault.

When he knew his release was imminent, he moved his thumb to her clit, pressing it down against the top of his cock. He knew she was straining to come, too; to go over the edge with him. That did it. The last half-dozen strokes were pure unadulterated sensation, for both of them. As he roared his release, she joined him in a chorus of lust, of pure animal pleasure.

"Ah, GODDDDD!!" he yelled, shooting the first of many thick ropelets of cum into her depths. She felt it hit, and her orgasm went through the roof.

"Aaaiiiieeeehhh!!" she screamed. "Oh, my.......... godddddd!" She had never come so hard. So completely. She continued to scream as she took his load inside her body, feeling every pulse of his wonderful cock. Her genital muscles grasped and flexed around him, milking him for every drop. She couldn't stop the sensations inside her. Every movement of his set off another series of tiny electric shocks, deep in her core.

When it ended, her throat was hoarse, her mouth dry from taking in great gasping breaths of air. His, too. He licked his lips, trying to restore some moisture to his parched mouth. They both struggled to regain some semblance of a regular heartbeat, but they could feel one another's chests rising and falling as they lay together.

"Oh my god," he said at last, and she giggled.

"Ditto." She took a long sigh and said, "That was...amazing."

He nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe quickly, bringing goosebumps across the skin of her neck and shoulders, which he could feel. His legs were suddenly tight and cramping, as he was still half-off the end of the bed between her thighs.

"I've gotta move," he apologized, and went to rise. She held him tightly, though, refusing to let him go.

"One more," she said.

He chuckled suddenly, pondering what she meant. "Already?" he thought. "What did she think he was? A robot?" He started to say that he needed more time, when she clarified her statement.

"Another kiss."

This he did gladly, bearing the pain of his cramping legs as her lips opened to his. He felt he could have stayed here forever, even if it did mean forfeiting the use of his lower extremities. Their tongues danced with each others' as they mashed their mouths together. Her mouth was so erotic, in itself. When at last they broke, he looked into her eyes and smiled. They said it at the same time.

"I love you." 



First Meeting



She waited nervously for his arrival. She had long since placed the CD player by the door and the food on the table. The sweet melodic sounds of Sara Brightman's voice filled the small room as she paced back and forth from the front door of the suite to the door leading outside to the patio. Thinking that it might be easier waiting outside, she took her magazine and went outside to the porch swing. 

What a lovely setting. He could not have chosen a more perfect place for their first meeting! Even though it was late fall, there were still patches of color from several varieties of flowers clinging to life. They were all the more noticeable and spectacular against the stark bareness of the trees and bushes that had long since dropped their summer foliage. She sat on the wooden slats of the swing gazing at the beauty around her, but not truly seeing it as her mind kept wandering to thoughts of the man she was to soon meet.

She couldn't stop wondering what he would actually look like, smell like, feel like, taste like. She wondered if he was feeling the same butterflies she had fluttering within her mid section. She couldn't sit still...even the normally soothing rocking action of the swing could not quell the rising edginess. Okay, sitting wasn't helping, she thought, and besides it was quite colder outside than she had anticipated. Her nose was starting to get cold! Just what she needed...to greet him with a stuffy or drippy nose! Yikes! That would never do! She would be mortified! Definitely time to go back inside she decided.

Once inside their suite she again took inventory, making sure all was as she had planned. Nothing needed rearranging (drat, she thought, at least that would have given her something to do while awaiting his arrival!). She started the CD over and sat down on the couch with her cross stitch magazine. Making a concentrated effort to pay attention to the words and designs before her eyes, she tried to mentally catalogue the ornaments that she might stitch for family members this Christmas. Just as her anxiety was lessoning a bit, she heard voices in the hall. It must be him! 

As the door to the suite opened, she was taken slightly aback at how attractive he was in person. The few photos she had seen certainly did not do his features justice. There was a hesitancy and shyness to his smile, but in his eyes she could see a fire smoldering. As he let the luggage he carried drop to the floor, she moved closer to him. Without taking their eyes from each other, they glided into each others arms, finally sharing the embrace they had so often fantasized about.

Mmmm...it felt as comfortable and inviting as she knew it would. Their bodies fit as neatly together as two parts of a whole. She could feel his body tremble slightly, and smiled to herself as she gauged his reaction to her touch. Her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder, she inhaled the fragrance of his cologne and male body. What a heady scent! She didn't want to leave the haven of his arms, but lifted her head to share a kiss. Their gazes locked, he lowered his head as she raised hers...lips meeting in a fleeting, feathered sweep. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat, and she pressed her lips fiercely to his. They had waited so long.

Minutes passed as they devoured each others mouths. Tongues searching and finding, sparring with each other, playing a game of hide and seek. They explored every nook and curve of their lovers' mouth and lips, at times playful, at times passionate, and always hungrily. Without notice or conscious thought, the lovers' hands came up to hold each other's face, bring the kisses to an even deeper level. 

As their kisses intensified, her fingertips begin an exploration of his face, lightly tracing the contours and making a map for her lips and mouth to follow. She pulled away from his kiss and began to feather kisses on his face where only moments ago, her hands had been...on his forehead, eyelids, the tip of his nose, the curve of his cheek...she continued her exploration over to one ear where she playfully nipped at his earlobe, being careful not to bite too hard! Moving lower to his neck, she nuzzled and kissed those oh so sensitive spots that as teens drove them wild. 

Her hands continue to make their way down his body, feeling the warmth of his skin and the silkiness of his chest, as she undid the buttons to his shirt. Kissing her way down from his neck to his chest, she sought out the satiny smoothness of his nipples. She ran her tongue lightly teasingly over them at first in a swirling motion then flicking at the nib and nipping at it. She moved back and forth between his nipples, sucking and lapping. Blowing on the wet nipples sent quivers through his body. 

She could feel his desire growing. The swelling pressed tightly against her tummy too obvious to hide. She continued her exploration of his body, moving ever lower. Deftly undoing the button on his jeans, and unzipping them, she pushed them down to reveal a pair of green satin boxers. How delightful and sweet of him! He remembered her love of satin and her favorite color. The satin shorts felt fabulous under her questing hands. She felt the warmth and hardness of him through the heated fluid fabric. 

Her mouth moved down his stomach, pausing briefly for her tongue to play with his belly button, trying not to be too eager to get to the prize below. The soft hair on his tummy tickled her nose. The temptation of the treat awaiting her was too much! She could not wait any longer! Her tongue moved down the front of his shorts. He reveled in the heat and wetness of her tongue through the satin as she teased him through the fabric, soaking it and him. She heard the growl low in his throat and was incredibly turned on. Shivers of excitement ran through her as she slid his shorts down and off his body, uncovering his male package for her exploration.

Finally released, his cock sprang forth from the restrictive covering. She gently flicked at the head of his tool with the tip of her tongue. Tracing around the head, she moved from the underside of it to the opening where she paused to drink in the drops of moisture that were released in anticipation of what was to come. She savored the salty taste of him! Running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, she soaked him completely so that he would glide easily into and out of her mouth. She moved back to his cock head, and covering her teeth with her lips, slowly brought him into her warm, moist, waiting mouth. He filled her mouth and throat as she slid all the way down his length until her lips touch his orbs below. Bobbing her mouth up and down his length slowly at first, she took her time getting comfortable with the length and width of him, but then increased speed and intensity. Her tongue painted circles on his shaft as she sucked him in and out. 

Her hands were not idle...they caressed his orbs and felt them tighten beneath her soft, gentle touch. He had to comment on how expertly and lovingly she handled him, bringing a sparkle to her eyes. She released him from her mouth to move lower to lick and suck on his balls. She lapped at them...soaking them. First taking one and then the other into her mouth, she carefully rolled the firm orbs around. She could feel the outlines of the tubes carrying his seed...what a rush...knowing that soon a gush would burst forth in a spasm of ecstasy! 

Caressing and massaging his shaft, she kept it hard and at attention. She moved her tongue back up his length. Taking just the head into her mouth, she teased and nipped lightly. Then sucking down hard, she pulled him quickly all the way in, engulfing him with heat and moisture. He gasped and his body jerked involuntarily with surprise! Her mouth and tongue continued to work on him...flicking, licking, and sucking. He could not stand it any longer! He burst forth in a glorious round of tremors that filled her mouth! Keeping him enveloped in warmth and wetness until the quivers of his body subsided, she then moved back up his body to kiss him deeply, sharing with him the taste of their love making.



First Meeting



As I sit nervously in the lounge waiting, my thoughts begin to wander. Would you find me attractive? Would I find you the same? The waiting is the hardest part. 

I'm glad we chose this place, the booths are nice and private, the lighting dim. Perfect for a secret rendezvous. 

I see you walk in, looking around, and finally spotting me. You smile and walk over. I stand and we spend a few moments taking each other in. From the looks of it, neither is disappointed. You walk to the bar to get the drinks and I sit, waiting for the flutters to stop. Don't be nervous, I tell myself, you've been talking with him forever. 

You return with the drinks and sit across from me. We spend a few minutes talking about the weather, your latest work stories, anything in general. I wonder if you are as nervous as I. 

You hand snakes across the table, your fingers play with mine, our eyes are locked. There is so much sexual tension in the air, I'm surprised the other patrons don't feel it. 

We chat and have a few cocktails, flirting with each other, sexual innuendos flying everywhere. Finally you ask if I want to get out of there and I gladly agree. We get up to walk out and your hand moves to the small of my back. A very territorial move, I like it. 

As we walk outside the electricity continues to grow between us. I want you to kiss me so badly. You must sense this, because you guide me to the side of the bar where it is dark. 

Your lips move immediately to mine as you press me against the cool brick wall. Our kiss is hot and passionate, urgent tongues dance together, lips devour lips. The chance of being discovered fuels this erotic experience. Your hand moves to my breast, feeling what has only been described until now. I moan into your mouth and move into your hand. I feel your hardness press against my thigh, and I move slightly against it to excite you even more. 

I try to look around, to see if it is safe, but your lips hold me in place. I fumble with your zipper and release your hard cock. I stroke it feeling the wetness as the tip. Your hand moves to my skirt, pulling it up, discovering no panties. You growl and I know you enjoy this discovery. Your fingers move immediately to my wetness, dipping in and out, rubbing my clit. We look into each others eyes and we know we both are ready. 

You take your cock and guide it into my wet, waiting pussy. I cry out as you plunge into me. You take my thigh and guide it around you, allowing you better access. You drive so deeply into me. Ours hips move against each others, my hands around your back, your grabbing my ass, pulling me close. 

This is so amazing, we are fucking right here in the open, someone could walk by at any time. Somehow this makes the moment even hotter! 

You continue to thrust into me, fucking me... then you pull out, I whimper at the loss until you turn me around to face the wall. You bend me slightly, spread my legs and thrust back into me! I cry out, "AHHHHHHHHH!" as you fuck me, pulling me by the hips. I brace my hands against the wall and fuck you back. Our bodies colliding as we take each other with so much animal need! You are so hard, you drive so deep into me. I cry out with every thrust, feeling my body getting ready to explode. I cry out your name as I cum, "Oh god yes, baby, I am cumming!" You continue to take me hard, one hand pulling my hair to move my lips close to yours. 

You growl to me, "Me too, Baby! Get ready!" I grind my ass into your hips as you pull my body completely against yours. You are buried in me when I feel your explosion and the shudder that goes through you. You fill me up with your hot juices and I hold close to you, taking all of it. You collapse against my back for a minute, catching your breath. Then we both stand up, I straighten my skirt, you zip up, and we walk innocently to the street where people are just walking out of the bar. They look at us, knowing right away what we were up to. We look at each other, giggle and walk away...



First Meeting



We arrange to meet in the lobby of a hotel near your home on a Friday afternoon. When you arrive, (I recognize you from your profile picture) I introduce myself, take your suitcase, and give you a short hug and kiss. I take your hand and lead you to the elevator. 

When we get to the room, I insert the card key and open the door. I place your suitcase on a chair then I turn to you, cradle your beautiful face in my hands and pull you closer. Our lips meet. I want to be gentle and sweet but you have so completely filled me with desire that I MUST have you. I want to feel, smell, and taste everything you have to offer and I must have it NOW! You can tell from the look on my face that you could easily make me your slave – that isn't a real surprise since I'd already told you that in previous emails!! After about 30 minutes of passionate "play," I tell you that our afternoon plans are up to you. I've never been to your city so you have to show me around. If you're ever in the Chicago, I'll return the favor. We freshen up and leave to explore the city together. 

You will have to fill in this part of the story... 

We return to our room at 6:00. I made reservations at an elegant restaurant, but we have to hurry. We will have just enough time to take a shower (together of course) and get dressed for dinner. After our shower, I hand you a gift-wrapped box. You open it to find a remote controlled vibrating egg and a butterfly. I help you insert the egg into your hot pussy. While I'm down there I give your clit a few flicks with my tongue. I grab the butterfly put it in place and tighten the straps. As you continue getting dressed, I test out the remote. Suddenly you are overcome by a wave of intense pleasure as your pussy and clit are set on fire by the toys. The feeling is so intense that you have to grab a chair to keep your balance. Since we are running late, I turn off the remote so you can finish getting ready. 

During dinner I can't take my eyes off of you! You are SOOO hot!! Your sexy little dress shows off every curve of your body. I want to bury my face between your perfect tits!! I have to fight the urge to throw you on the table and fuck your brains out right then and there. I keep the remote handy and every time I notice you look away, I force you to return your attention to me. After a while I catch on that you are purposely looking around just so I will give you some secret stimulation. To get back at you, when the waitress comes to take your order, I push both buttons and watch you try to keep your composure as you try to concentrate on talking. The waitress smiles because she knows what's going on - she can hear the buzz of the dual vibrators in the quiet restaurant. From that point on various members of the restaurant staff take turns parading past our table slowly. They act like they are doing something important but it is obvious that they just want to check out the "show" – so I make sure they ALL get a great show! 

After dinner, we return to our room, change into our swimsuits and head to the Jacuzzi. I make sure you keep the egg in place so I can get your attention any time I want it. We relax in the Jacuzzi sipping our drinks and sneaking our hands below the hot bubbling water every time the coast is clear. Two young men walk by and I notice you looking at them. The egg comes to life and you give me a look that says, "Oops I'm busted." After about an hour in the Jacuzzi, we are so relaxed (from the Jacuzzi and the drinks) that we decide to return to our room. 

Once back in the room we remove our swim suits and take a quick shower together. Now, finally, I can do what I've wanted to do to for so long! I take you in my arms and explore your mouth with my tongue. My hands start by rubbing your back, then I move to your hot ass, then I begin to rub the outside of your hot and wet pussy. Your wetness meets my fingers as you pull my mouth deeper into yours. I slip two fingers into you and rub the inside as I rub your clit with the palm of my hand. You start to rub my cock until I am as hard as a rock. (It won't take long!!) I sit down on one of the over-sized chairs. 

You stand over me and slowly lower yourself over my hard throbbing cock. As you start to slide up and down over my shaft, I suck your nipples into my mouth and slowly rub them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. You can feel my hard cock throbbing inside you as you squeeze your wet, tight pussy hard around my shaft. You pull your nipple out of my mouth and begin to ride me hard. Your beautiful tits bounce with every thrust as you lose yourself in the pleasure of our stolen time together. You let out a pleasured moan as you feel yourself start to build towards a gloriously intense climax. By now you've lost all inhibition. You treat me as if the only reason I am there – the only reason I exist – is to give you the most intense orgasm you've ever imagined!! I am nothing to you but your personal fuck toy and you plan to wear me out for your pleasure. You begin to gasp for air as you fuck my hard throbbing cock with everything you've got. 

Suddenly, you stop for a moment and let out a short muffled scream. Your body goes into involuntary spasms as you cum hard. But you're not done with your "toy" yet. You start to thrust yourself hard on my pole again. It feels so good that you want to stop, but you can't, you want to see how much more you can stand. Instead of subsiding, you orgasm grows more and more intense with every thrust. You feel your hot juices start to flow. The flow gives way to steams as your entire sweat-covered body begins to convulse in ecstasy. I raise and lower my hips moving my cock inside you as you slowly desend. Suddenly you hear the sound of a key card in our lock and our door opens. The two guys from the Jacuzzi walk in and close the door. I introduce you to my two friends (and the rest of your fantasy) The two guys take off their clothes, lift you off of me and throw you on the bed. 

One guy, a blonde, begins to caress, lick and nibble your tits. The other guy, with black hair, kneels down and starts to lick your wet sensitive cunt. I join in my kissing you and caressing your face. You are overcome with the feeling of three men finding such intense pleasure in your body at the same time. I move down and start to lick and nibble on your inner thigh. The blonde stands up and guides your head towards his cock. You hungrily take his dick in your mouth and start to lick and suck hard. The man eating your pussy grabs your ass and pulls his mouth deeper into your wetness. After a few minutes you feel the blonde man's cock start to spasm in your mouth. Within seconds your mouth if full of his hot cum. You hungrily swallow every drop and try to suck more from his throbbing shaft. The taste of cum and the feeling of two other men pleasuring you is more than you can take. 

You feel your pussy quiver, then go into spasms and you cum again. I move up to your pussy as the dark-haired man runs his cock over your cum-covered lips. You grab his dick and slide it into your mouth. He isn't very big so you pull his entire cock into your mouth. You grab his ass and guide him in and out in long steady strokes. By now I have four fingers in your pussy and I am nibbling and biting your clit. I move my other hand to your ass and start to explore your tight hole. The feeling of your mouth is more than the dark-haired man can take. Soon he is squirting his love juice down your throat. As the other two men rub, caress, and kiss your entire body, I continue to eat you to ecstasy. Soon your legs begin to thrash and shake. Since you can't reach me, you reward the other two men for the pleasure you're feeling. You build to yet another orgasm as we all hold you down and force you to take it. For the next hour we surround you and take turns pleasuring the various parts of your hot body. Finally, the blonde announces that they have to go. They get dressed and leave the room key on the table as they exit. 

We take another shower together. As you stand there, I wash and rinse your hair then I spend twenty minutes washing every part of your body as slowly as I can. Once I am done, you return the favor on me. By now it is after midnight. You assume we are going to go to sleep. As we dry each other off my cock becomes erect. You look at me and say, "You've GOT to be kidding!" I start to kiss you, then I slide my cock deep into your hot pussy. You wrap your legs around me as I walk out onto the balcony. I set you down on the cold handrail and slowly slide in and out of your cunt as you balance hundreds of feet above the ground. The feeling of my cock and the danger make you cum within minutes. I take you down from the handrails turn you around. Now you are bent over and holding the handrail. I shove my cock into your pussy from behind. As I hold your hips, I thrust myself into you wildly. You look down over the balcony and wonder if anyone can see what were doing. After a few minutes we both cum very, very hard!! With my cock still inside you, I stand you up and nibble on your shoulders as I caress your perfect tits. We walk back into the room, pull the shades, and go to bed. We lay on the bed gently caress until we fall sleep in each other's arms. 

I wake you up at 3:00 to see if you want to join me in the Jacuzzi. We put our swimsuits on and quietly sneak down stairs. We ignore the sign that states that the pool and Jacuzzi are closed between 11:00 and 7:00. I sit down and pull you onto my lap. I look longingly into your eyes as I softly caress your face, neck, and shoulders. We decide the Jacuzzi is a little too cramped so we go to the pool. I trap you against the side of the pool right under the diving board. We kiss passionately for a while then I pull off your shorts and begin to rub your pussy. You reach down and rub my cock I am already as hard as a rock for you. You pull off my shorts and I shove my dick into you. 

You wrap your body around mine as I slowly move in and out of you. I grab the legs of the diving board for support and start to drive my shaft deep into you. The danger of being caught just adds more excitement to the experience. I press your ass against the pool with every thrust of my cock. You feel so good that I can't stand it! We continue to fuck out in the open for 30 minutes. Suddenly we hear laughter and voices. We look at each other in fear then realize we haven't been discovered – not yet at least. The added thrill gets us both even hotter. I start to fuck you wildly with deep hard strokes. After a few minutes we both explode together. We quietly get dressed and find a safe path back to our room. Once safely back in our room we fall to the bed in laughter. The past 12 hours have been filled with the most fun and excitement that either of us have had in the past 10 years. You smile at me and say, "Wow, what are we going to do to top this; we still have 36 hours together!" 



First Meeting



Big, blond and beautiful! That says it all about her. The knockout of my dreams Diane was and still is. She dazzled me when we first met at the train station. She was hot with her hair all neatly tucked into her style. She didn't wear too much make-up, which was a plus. I'm not a fan of a caked-on face. It gets in the way of the kissing and licking and such. She had a little eye shadow on and some rouge by her cheeks, lipstick and that was about it. I figure that it's a shame that so many women hide their natural beauty with make-up. This one had much beauty in her carriage and appearance. I knew that wouldn't last for long this day. 

We had talked online and by phone for quite a while. Our talking had us primed and ready for the action soon to begin. 

Women under the right circumstances, making love to a soul mate can be as vulgar as sailors. Saying what would never ever come out of their mouth, normally and wallow in the mud like pigs when elevated to an orgasmic state of bliss. Passion has a way of doing that. Diane was my soul mate. She wasn't vulgar but, we did wallow. She was more than ready for elevation I had promised. 

Diane is lovely, rubenesque, comfortable and nearly six feet of beautiful woman. Being in our fifties we made quite an attractive couple being six foot four myself. She was one big, beautiful, shapely, bi-sexual erogenous zone, seething with sexual need. 

Now possibly she reacts to every man or woman the same way she did to my touch. I didn't care as long as she reacted for me and she certainly did. All women get horny to the point of acting like a slut regardless of how beautiful or ugly men think they are. All have need. All are sluts when turned on the way they need to be. Don't get me wrong now. There is nothing wrong with being a slut and even more so when they are ladylike in their sluttish actions. It's exciting, shows her level of passion and turns me on. To the exclusion of all else she was my slut for now and I was mesmerized by her.

Our first meeting I took the train in from the city where I lived to another. She had driven in from her small town. We had talked at great length online and by phone beforehand but, she was understandably nervous at that first meeting. We got in her car and with my hand on her thigh she drove. Diane quivered with anticipation. I had hoped my hand was doing that. 

I didn't know the city so we drove and talked until we came upon an empty church parking lot. I told her to drive in and park. Having the hard on from Hades, on the church property, I in someway just had to have her..now. 

She would not kiss me in the train station but now it was different. Extremely sensual was our first kiss. It was tender, caring and loving but with one passionate goal in both our minds. We were hungry and starved and needy for tongues and lips and cheeks and necks or whatever body part got in the way. Teenagers in the throes of heat in the front seat of Dad's borrowed car. The buildup of months of talking and planning this venture had come finally to fruition.

Her kisses so sweet and hot were filled with the promise of what was yet to come. I hope to heaven I was giving her as much as she was giving me. I nearly came in my pants from her kisses and know she did as I raised her dress and told her to spread her legs. Her cunt was awash with crystal clear, fragrant cum. The panties came off then. 

Long past sopping up her juices they were serving no useful purpose and I slid three fingers up her twat sliding in on the nectar. Diane came on my wiggling fingers and I would not let her stop cumming. Attacking her G spot and clit I worked her stuff good. My thumb on her clit and fingers strumming her G spot sent her into a tizzy. My hand was busy while our tongues were still dueling. 

Diane screamed another long drawn out cum. The sound captured by my mouth upon hers, while her pussy was gushing another wave. She sucked my fingers of her juices while I kept kissing her neck and cheeks. Her orgasms so violent I asked her if she was all right. She said she was while shuddering out yet another aftershock. The kind women get that's similar to a whole body shiver. Multiorgasmic!

Recovering a bit Diane felt my dick through my pants catching her breath on the thickness of it and exclaiming, "Oh my! I've got to do something with that". "

You will darling, you certainly will, soon", I told her. 

I had a plan. Didn't know what it was exactly. I was too dazed by her awesome sensuality. This beautiful person reacting to my touch the way she did. I could have died and gone to heaven right then and there. Loving the way she was I just had to have more. Greedy you say? Yeah! As they used to say in the TV show M*A*S*H she was the "finest kind" and I had to have some more, please?

Fixing our clothing and she her makeup, she drove out the church parking lot in search for a place to eat lunch. In fact we needed to cool our jets just a bit. Diane turned me on so much what I was doing with her could be conceivably called rape. 

She seemed immersed in the heat we produced yet I could sense a bit of fear on her part. Fear from what we were doing. Fear for where we were doing it. Fear for the power that seemingly I held over her. Fear of the wanton desire and sluttishness she had for me. Fear of the rape at her doorstep. 

I believe real women get off on pleasing their men...submitting to them...doing what pleases them. Real women get their pleasure from giving pleasure. By being a Whore. Pleasing her was getting me off. Watching Diane reminded me of that. She was a real woman. She pleasured me by just being.

Don't remember what we ate. We really wanted to be done with it and eat each other. Hurriedly we drove to a city park on the lake and picked up where right where we left off. 

People walking past her car heard and saw us. One woman stopped and watched for a good while, joined by a teen aged couple. Clothing in disarray, heaving breasts uncovered, in throes of lust, we did not care. One high point occurred there. I discovered she enjoyed her nipples being twisted and pulled. Then she spread her legs wide. I put two fingers in her cunt, my thumb on her clit and the other two fingers up her ass, with spectacular results. I sucked a nipple and we stayed that way, while Diane howled like a banshee. Kissing, sucking and licking, while humping my digits, Diane created a hot, wet puddle of her sweet cum, in her front seat. 

After what seemed like an eternity we waved to the onlookers, who scurried away, fixed our clothing and drove off. The last train was soon and I had to be on it. 

The second high point of the day happened about a block from the train station. She pulled the car over saying she hadn't taken care of me. Interrupting me while I was trying to say I was happy pleasing her, she unzipped me and pulled my pre cum soaked dick out into the bright sunshine. I always enjoyed giving my partner all she could stand before taking my pleasure. Figuring she got what she needed then I'll get what I need. I need a lot so she got a lot. 

Thinking I was going home with purple balls, Black men don't get blue balls like those with lighter complexions do, this was a welcome surprise from Diane. Hauling me out and stoking my girth and length she was tentative, at first. Kissing the tip of my pre cum soaked head and saying, "You were telling the truth about your size. It's really nine inches by three inches. I didn't believe you". I just grinned at cum strands now attached from my dick to her lips. Licking and kissing my hard on along its length she then took the plunge swallowing to the back of her throat. She gagged herself, while protesting she was o.k. Then she went right back and gagged, yet again. Now she believed and devoured me. No kissing the head, she ate the whole thing, running her teeth along the length and taking me deep into her throat. She sucked hard, and it took a massive dose of self-control not to shoot my load there and then.

Diane sucked my dick so good and I was so desperate for release at that point I began fucking her face. Humping her mouth until my balls slapped her chin. The slut in her took over as she got into a rhythm with my humping.

All thoughts of the train escaped our minds as we were working towards one goal. I now had both hands on the back of her head as I fucked her mouth. There goes the hairdo. She was better than good. Diane was the best I ever had and I told her so as I kept on humping her throat. Every move I made she kept up with. Her cheeks hollowed, lips slurping and sliding on the hardest dick I had ever known in my life. Tip to balls she was working me like her life depended on it when the first shot surprised us both. 

Diane swallowed six or seven without missing a drop. I kept humping her face, fucking her throat as long as the good feelings lasted and she kept sucking and cleaning me. 

When my dick finally popped out Diane had that deer caught in the headlights look. Mouth filled with traces of cum, from what she didn't swallow she shuddered out another cum of her own and said, "I've never done that before!" I looked in her eyes and said, "As good as that was you will be, again". 

I kissed her well used mouth to seal the deal.



First Meeting



Dana sat at the bar idly stirring her drink with a little red straw. She had come into the bar over an hour ago to try an unwind after a long week. She thought a drink or two might take her mind off of everything but since she sat down three guys had already been over to talk to her with one bad line after another, at least the last one had bought her this drink but he was no different than the rest. These guys just came up and would say anything to try and please her thinking that was the best way to get her out of here and maybe back to their place for a little hanky panky.

She turned and looked towards the door to see a guy walk in. Nothing special to notice, he was tall and perhaps a little too thin but then he smiled and Dana though "well that's kind of cute" but then dismissed him just like all the others. She turned back to stare at her drink and heard the stool next to her slide across the floor and knew that someone had taken a seat next to her. She idly glanced to the side and noticed it was the skinny guy who had just walked in. He turned toward her briefly, smile and said a quick "hi" then turned to order a drink from the bartender.

Dana noticed as he playfully flirted with the bartender that he smelled kind of nice, a little hint of pineapple but she didn't remember any guy's cologne that smelled like that. She looked down to see he was wearing flip flops with his jeans and button down shirt. He was playfully flirting with the bartender, nothing crude just a little innocent banter and Dana felt a little twinge of jealousy. "Where'd that come from," she thought as she let the feeling go.

"Anything exciting going on here tonight?"

Dana was back to dazing as she took a sip off her drink when the question repeated and she realized the guy was talking to her.

"Um...nothing that I can see," she replied in what she would consider her bitchy tone.

"I see, well if I have interrupted you in your misery I can leave you and your drink to yourselves I was just looking to have a friendly conversation. I don't think everyone came here, to this public place to be alone. May the end of your evening find you better than its beginning."

He slid the stool back and stood up and Dana started to felt bad, he was just being polite and he did not pull some cheesy line or try and buy her attention, "wait," she said "listen I wasn't trying to be rude I've just had a long week."

"Well now if you were a guy I'd say let's do some shots and in an hour you wouldn't remember your week but since you are a woman," he paused and raised an eyebrow, "you are a woman aren't you?"

Dana grinned back and smiled then he continued, "so I would say out with it. Obviously you haven't vented and while I'm not here to solve your problems, unless of course you want me to which I charge $250 an hour for, I can at least lend an ear without giving judgement."

Dana hesistated but then just started telling him about her hellish week. Everything she had been bottling up inside just kind of poured out and after about twenty minutes she just heaved and felt all that negativity just kind of get up and go. She was not sure if it was talking about her troubles or this guy, he had a comforting presence about him, he did not feel threatening or like he was trying to ingratiate himself.

"Well the best part is that the weeks over," he said after she finally finished," and now you are out having a drink and making a new friend. My name is John," he said extending his hand. Dana took it gave it a light shake as she told him her name. "Good to meet you Dana. Listen I have this problem," all Dana could think was "good God what now?" as he said, "well Dana I would like to keep up the conversation but I want to go dance so if you are here in a couple of songs we could continue or you could come along with me to the dance floor."

He just said it so casually Dana could not believe it. She knew he was enjoying talking with her but he just wanted to do what he wanted to do, "and it didn't matter???". She found herself thinking "maybe this guy is different", and he held at his hand which she took and followed him off to the dance floor.

The night was a blur after that, the dancing, some talking, a few more drinks it all just flew by then she had asked him to come up as he dropped her at her door. Things got heated pretty quickly, he was behind her kissing her neck as his hands moved over her stomach towards her belt line then she felt his hot breath whisper on her ear, "tell me to stop".

"What?" she breathe out, "tell me to stop," he replied, "just tell me to stop".

"Whatever for she thought" but found herself telling him to stop when it was in fact the last thing she wanted him to do.

Right as she said it he stopped and backed away from her then put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face him. He looked her right in the eyes and said" I don't ever want you to feel like you've gone someplace too far to say that to me and believe me when I say I take it very seriously."

The way he said it and the look in his eyes made Dana feel more comfortable than she could ever remember feeling with a guy. He moved in and just hugged her very gently for a moment then moved his head back and softly kissed her brow. He then turned fro her and walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Now Dana I want you to remember what I just said because I need your total trust to do what I'm about to do for you. All week you've had to handle everything on your own, no one there to make a decision but you with all the pressure resting squarely on your shoulders. Now it's time for you to let all that go."

"What do you mean?" she asked. She had her little fantasies but this guy couldn't possibly know could he?

"Dana I want you to slowly take off your blouse," she started to say something," ah, no protests you don't get to make the decisions right now I do. That's better," Dana started unbuttoning her blouse," Dana you can be a little sexier about than that it's the least you can do for me." Dana started to get a little looser making a slow showing, how she would picture a good striptease.

"Good now your skirt, that's a good girl but leave the heels on for now." Dana was standing in her bra and panties in her living room with a stranger telling her what to do," good Dana I want you to start to caress yourself, first your stomach, that's right Dana I'm in control now. Feel the rush as you touch yourself because it's what I want you to do. Now over your breasts, good. You want to take your bra off don't you Dana, you want to run your fingers over your nipples, go ahead Dana." Dana felt herself getting so hot at this point, she was already wanting to stick her hand down into her panties and feel the wetness there and she started to move a hand down, "ah-ah Dana, none of that yet," he scolded as she pulled her hand back up to her breasts.

"Now pinch your nipples for me, harder than that Dana," she pinched down hard feeling the pain mix with pleasure and wanting once again to touch herself.

"Now that's better isn't it little girl," his hot breath on her ear again. She had not even noticed him get up off the couch as she was so caught up in her pleasure. She felt him move up behind her his hand sliding down her stomach and over her panties. As he ran his fingers between her legs he breathed in her ear again," that's a good girl, all Mine now dana aren't you?" Dana's mind was racing she was so close to cumming, "Say it dana, tell Me who you belong to now," Dana felt her legs start to shake as she breathed out, "Yours."

"Yes feel yourself spiraling down now dana, feels so good to lose yourself to Me doesn't it. I'll control your sex for you now. No reason to worry now this first time I'm going to let you cum, "his fingers had pulled her panties aside and were rubbing up against her clit very gentle, moving around the sides, " but you should be thankful that I'm being so generous with you little girl. Now dana feel yourself fall down that last step and as you cum you will be Mine," Dana cried out collapsing against him, her legs giving out but his arms supporting her as she shook with an intense orgasm. He kept slowly rubbing her clit and she tried to shake him off the sensation was more than she could take but still he kept gently rubbing around her clit until Dana felt tears run down her cheeks.

Dana barely remembered it ceasing she just vaguely remembered him holding her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep. She awoke the next morning in her bed and found herself sleeping alone. She was not sure what the sound was that woke her until she heard a knocking at the door again. She got up grabbing a robe off her desk chair and made her way to her front door.

She opened the door to a delivery man holding a bag.

"Here's your breakfast ma'am," he said.

"I didn't order breakfast," she replied.

"Is this your address," he asked as he held the delivery ticket up to her.

"Yes it is."

"Well here you go then it's all paid for," he handed her the bag and walked away.

Dana went back in and sat at her kitchen table. She opened up the bag and found a toasted bagel with some cream cheese, orange juice, and a cup of coffee. She reached into the bag to find a napkin and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She opened it up and found a note: Thanks for last night, you're a great dance partner. Had to miss breakfast but enjoy and we'll talk soon.

At the bottom of the note he signed his name and left his phone number. Dana could not quite tell why he would put Mister before his name until she realized that it said Master. 



First Meeting



Our conversation started out innocently enough. We talked about what we do and how we relax. Then somehow the subject turned to sex. I began twirling the straw in my drink mixing the crown and coke a little faster as I became nervous of the subject. First they were simple questions about first time and last experience. I was not use to being asked all the questions. Usually I am the one poking and prodding trying to get the girls to open up. We glanced back and forth at each other. Her eyes never attempted to stop looking into my inner soul. I was intimidated by this. She was like no other woman I had ever met. Then she put her bare foot in my lap under the table. The bar was somewhat dark and her actions were not visible to others. I tried to turn the tables and started firing questions at her. 

Quickly she answered all of them like she had done it hundreds of times before. Could this be my match? I took her freshly manicured foot in my hand. I began to massage it as our conversation continued. She moved her foot closer to bulge between my legs. My stomach was knotting up as this aggressive woman was taking control of our first meeting. Then her foot grazed my hard package. Her eyes widened as she apologized. I could tell she did not mean it and that it was her intentions. I couldn't handle being out of control so I attempted to seize the moment. I rubbed her foot around crotch. Her eyes closed as I did this. I knew neither one of us wanted to stay in public much longer. I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear that there was a hotel right down the street. All she could do was shake her head yes. I quickly paid our tab as we walked out the door trying not to sprint and draw attention to us.

We decided to take one car over there so I offered mine. As I went to open her door she pushed me against the car and quickly pulled me to her lips. The passion was intense. I turned and pushed her against the car as my hands began to explore her body. Our tongues fought furiously for position within each others mouth. I couldn't keep my hands off her incredible body. We broke our kiss and we both knew it was time to get to the hotel. Once in the car her hands were fighting to get in my pants. I kept slapping at them trying to get her to wait. My defense was useless against the determined woman in my passenger seat. Before she could get my zipper fully down, we arrived at the hotel. I scurried in to get a room as she waited outside. The valet took the car and we made our way upstairs. The elevator ride seemed to take forever. There were others in there but that didn't stop her from standing in front of me and rubbing her hand up and down my zipper line. I whispered for her to stop but all she did was grin. 10th floor finally! Our room was not far now.

I had to fend her off while I opened the door. Once Inside our clothes started hitting the floor. First my shirt then pants. Her shirt and skirt followed quickly behind. I watched as her beautiful body shed every ounce of cover. Her large full breasts were still perky for her age at 36. Her nipples were very hard and very big. My mouth watered from the desire to taste them. She slid her thong down her long tanned legs. I was beginning to stroke my naked hard cock. She shook her head side to side and said "That is my job." You leave him to me. Her hands quickly pushed mine out of the way as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She wasted no time taking me between her lips. They were full lips tinted with a light shade of red. Her soft full lips were moist and felt amazing as they enclosed around me. I watched as my length disappeared in her mouth. Inch by inch it quickly vanished. All eight inches were now inside her warm wet mouth. I could feel the back of her throat. At this rate I would not last long. Hell with the desire and charge in the air I wouldn't last long no matter what she was did. Then her head began to move up and down my shaft. Saliva was beginning to drip down her chin as she moved faster and faster. Her hand was stroking what was not in her mouth. Twisting and turning as it stroked in unison with her lips. Ever once in a while she would let it pop out of her mouth to look at the large head she had devoured. She licked it and teased it all before she swallowed it again. I couldn't take it much longer so I pulled her off me.

I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid over her and pushed my lips against hers. The heat from her body was overwhelming. My skin felt like it was melting when our flesh met. My hands did not take long to find her DD cup breasts. I cupped them in my strong rough hands. She moaned lightly as I caressed her large nipples. I couldn't control myself. The heat of the moment was too great. I was biting and sucking on her ears and long neck. She moaned a little louder with each bite. Her nails seemed to pierce my back as they dragged across it. I worked my way down her body. I squeezed her large tits as bit around her areolas. My hard cock pressed against her thigh as I ravaged her body. I moved between her legs and buried my head into her well trimmed bush. I could smell her sweet juices immediately. My tongue explored every inch of this glorious sex pot. Her lips were thin and well defined. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time. Her hands caressed my hair and seemed to push me into her more. My tongue found its groove and licked her wet slit to a fast rhythmic pace. It was not long before her legs began to shake and her moans got louder. She tried to hold my head still but I wanted more and more. Finally she moved away as her body was trembling uncontrollably.

She was soon able to catch her breath and not long after that she was begging me to fuck her. I pulled her to the end of the bed and put her on all fours. I lined myself up behind her and slowly pushed my hard cock into her wet pussy. She threw her head back as I entered her. I reached up and got a hand full of her long brown hair. I pulled on it as my pace picked up. I loved being able to see my hard dick pounding into her tight little pussy. She was beginning to moan really loud. There was no doubt that if there were people next door they could hear us. "You like the way my cock feels in your pussy baby?" I said loudly! All she could do is moan louder. Then I felt her body tighten up again. So I pounded my hard cock into her harder and harder. "Cum baby! Cum on my cock! That's it Shelly, CUM FOR ME!!" She moaned and her body shook until finally she collapsed onto the bed.

She rolled over and begged for more. She jumped to the end of the bed and began to suck my hard dick. It was not long before I pulled her up and lifter her up off the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Our lips kissed. I twirled around until we finally hit the window. She lowered herself onto my hard cock as I proceeded to thrust as much as possible into her. I wanted to be deeper so I turned her around. I pushed her naked body against the window. From our room you could see the entire Downtown skyline. Her large tits spread as they are pressed hard against the warm glass. I kiss her neck as I push my dick into from behind. I began to fuck her furiously. My frantic pace was hard and fast. In and out of her tight wet pussy I went. Damn it felt good. 

I never wanted it to end but I knew it would soon. I gripped her hips to get more leverage for thrusting harder and harder. I knew I was going to cum soon. She could sense it from my breathing and loud moans. She whispered that she wanted to see me cum. So just before I came she got down on her knees and stroked my cock hard and fast. Suddenly my cock erupted in a huge orgasm. I shot load after load firing into the air. Some hit her. Some hit the window. She whipped off the bit that hit her and sucked it off her finger. Then she cleaned my slowly shrinking cock off with her mouth and tongue. It was all we could do to make it back to the bed. We both slept a little while before showering and leaving. We both knew this was the first of many, many wonderful meetings.



First Meeting



So finally we meet. God, you are even more radiant and exuding that perfume that I only have heard about so far. Your Irish eyes crinkle and sparkle with mischief as you smile at me, taking in my gauche nervousness.

"Nervous, boy?" you ask me teasingly.

I try and laugh it off, blushing furiously.

But you are so unlike the vision I have gotten used to. You are wearing a severe ivory top, with not even a hint of a cleavage, but it's tight, and I can see your breasts encased in them perfectly. While drinking, your wrap falls a bit, revealing flawlessly creamy and smoooth bare arms that had been hidden so far.

You laugh out loud as I gasp. "Wait," you whisper, "till you see the rest". And then you pause. "I just got waxed too," you whisper meaningfully, "all over". And as if to give me a glimpse of the scented smoothness to expect later, you throw back your arms as if stretching casually. Your underarms are smmmmooth, creamy, and, you tilt your head towards your left, as if breathing in your sensuous aroma, "So spicily scented too..."

I am throbbing wildly. You can't see me, as I am thankfully covered by the table, but you can perhaps tell the effect you have on me. "Mmm," you laugh, "And as you well know, I perfume myself ALL over... "

I am openly gasping. "Hard, is it?" you laugh, throwing back your hair.

I am a scarlet shade of red. So loving this agony and ecstacy. I blush. And you innocently stretch back, your hands in your hair, your glisteningly creamy and scented inner arms almost framing your face, as your breasts thrust forward provocatively.

Before I can recover, you bring your arms to the table, but suddenly I find your bare foot against my shin, climbing up. I am all aquiver, a bit ticklish, but more than that, so aroused, while you seem calm, casual, non-chalant even as you look up at me, smiling innocently, first, and then a mischievous twinkle appears in your sparkling eyes, while your foot makes its way up north...

"Hmmm, yes, hard," you laugh. 

I am blushing, while you've picked up the bottle of wine itself, leaving your glass, and raise it to your lips, your mouth playing with its top, your lips enclosed all around its rim as your mouth, your tongue, your lips suggestively play with it... making me throb wildly, as I realise that it's not just one foot but both your feet are now in my lap, and the toes have my manhood between them, softly, teasingly rubbing against it through my tight, bulging jeans, and all this while you lean comfortably back, your tight heaving breasts distracting me like mad, making me wonder if I am imagining it or do I actually sense your nipples harden under your top...?

I am loving it, but am so afraid that you might make me cumm right there, and I manage to say, "Mmmm, ummmm, please, please stop ..."

"Stop? Hmmm, make up your mind, if I stop now, you may live to regret it...," your voice trails off... And then you continue, "For I may not only not touch you but may not even let you touch me," and here you pause dramatically, as if thinking, "or even yourself -- yeah, I may not even let you touch yourself by tying you down and sitting in front of you, stripping, teasing my nipples, and even my clit, and then my pussy, making myself cummm," you say with a flick of your hair. "With these fingers," you say, as you casually, but sensuously, take the forefinger of your right hand into your mouth...

Your words and actions have me aroused and hard and thick and throbbing as never before. I so love this aspect of you, of your total control over me, as if...and I am so afraid that the women at the table next to ours can perhaps even hear, as I see one of them glance meaningfully in our direction, and as she leans down to pick something up from the floor, I am afraid that she might be able to see the action under the table...Or hear my almost audible moans as the visual and sensory effect of your touch and your manicured, painted fingers in your luscious lips has me almost in the throes of ultimate sexual ecstacy...

And as I watch in sheer stupefied fascination, riveted, you take out the finger from your mouth, and having caught me glance down the cleavage of the woman at the next table, as she had bent down, you ask, casually, "Ah, so it is the breasts that so captivate you so, do they?" I almost gasp out loud as you casually, while talking to me, tell me to watch, and take your wet and glistening finger around your heaving left breast, almost circling the aureole, and then the nipple, making it harden and protrude out through your tight top, and smilingly you ask me, "Mmmm, like it, baby?"

Baby?! I so resent being treated like this, but yet it is so arousing... "So ready to lose your virginity tonight?" you tease. To have me tie you down to the bedpost, straddle you with my toned thighs, first my pussy over your mouth and then fucking your hard, horny cock...I may even let you lick my scented smooth shaven armpits you say...

I blush red. I so hate myself for having told you all my secrets, and you seem to be capitalising on those. "Oh, I know what turns you on," you say. "Imagine me straddling you, my arms raised to take off my bra, and as you know, I am shaved and scented as always, my pendant dangling between my breasts..." you say, as you causally reach inside the top of your top and take out the pendant, casually..."Ah, I remember, so would you like to have my lipstick marks on your white shirt, over your nipples, and then later over your.... (you pause theatically) hard cock?" you ask. At this point, you have taken out a lipstick from your bag, and taking out a small compact, you begin applying that red scarlet colour on your luscious lips, as you smack them... "But wait, what's the point, do you think that lipstick mark would stay there for long? What's the point, for I am going to have that cock inside my mouth and then I am gonna fuck it all the way in with my pussy..." you tease. "Would you like that or would you be content just to have my lipstick marks on your cock? You decide."

This is like a dream for me. "Do you really wanna know what I am wearing under these clothes?" You laugh. "It sorta goes well with the lipstick."

Your shocking words have me moaning...And since your purse is open, you suddenly seem to find something and taking it out smile. I gasp as I notice it is a black ipod video. I wonder what you are going to do - listen to music? But you just smile and looking at me, ask me if I want to see what you are wearing under your dress? I am intrigued, wondering what you might be playing at. "Oh, I just recorded myself while I was dressing upstairs in the hotel room, and here's the video if you want to see..."

But before you can pass me the ipod, I notice that the same finger which was hitherto in your mouth, and then circling your breasts is now suddenly dipped in your wine glass, as you stir it casually, and then taking it out, as I watch riveted, I find it slipping under the table, and you shift a little, almost squirming in your seat, bend down and suddenly slip a wispy black brief shiny and lacy piece of damp fabric in my opened palm. I gasp. Realising that you have slipped off your panties in in that open public restaurant, and the ladies at the table next to us know. You laugh. The skimpily dressed ladies at the next table are now watching openly, blatantly. Your finger again goes to stir your wine glass and then slips underneath the table, and comes up. Again, in full public gaze, you extend it towards my dry lips, slipping it inside my lips. It is so filled with your sexy aroma, and this is my first scent and taste of a woman. I am awkward, blushing and yet exquisitely aroused at this public foreplay.

"That was just a sampler," you say. "If you want a fuller taste, you better slip under the table now," as your hands caress my cheeks, my chin and tousle my hair.

I look up at you, hesitant, shy, blushing, aroused, so wanting to do anything to please you. But you just smile. "If you don't, do you know what's in store for you?"

You open your purse and show me a pair of handcuffs and a long vibrator. "I have got this to please myself with, remember? Or else it could be your virgin cock in my wet, willing pussy...and if you please me now," you say, "I will make all your fantasies come true..."

But you do know, don't you, that my fantasy is to please you? I want to ask. "Don't think I have forgotten any one of them," you laugh. "Right from teasing your nipples with my nails," you say as your hands slide down my chest, lingering on my nipples, in full public gaze of those women at the next table who are now watching blatantly, openly, with undisguised interest, "to kissing you through your shirt, leaving my lipstick marks on your crisp white shirt," and at this point you lean forward, giving me an incredible view down the scented valley between your breasts, your lips puckering, almost poised over my chest, to the accompanying gasps from me and the ladies at the next table, as your fingers circle my nipples through my shirt, making them hard, making me moan out loud, as you say, "and now imagine them under my lips, in my teeth..."

At this point, you pause, stop speaking, and casually pick up a strawberry from the bowl, dip it in champagne and taking your own time, knowing I am watching riveted, as if in a trance, lick it suggestively, and then bring it down on the bowl of fresh cream, dip it in that, smothering its tip with thick cream, and smile. "What does this conjure up the image of?" you ask, as you proceed to sensuously lick the cream, the strawberry between your teeth, as you bite hard, its juices dribbling down the edge of your luscious lips, which you wipe off with the back of your hand and then proffer that hand to me. To collective gasps and oohs from the table next to us, I find myself licking it reverentially, as if this were manna from heaven. And it sure does taste like that...I am not entirely oblivious to the fact that we are in full public gaze in this classy restaurant and the scantily clad ladies at the next table in particular are making no secret of the fact that they are watching us blatantly now.

You wink at them, smile and then say, "Don't worry about them, love" I am puzzled. Oh, those are just some of my friends. And I wanted to show you off to them and how I could make you do almost anything to please me," you tell me innocently, as if discussing the weather. Like sucking this strawberry out of me..." your voice trails off, as I wonder what you mean. You pick up the strawberry, and I gasp as I notice your hands slide down under the table and I find you adjusting and fidgeting and almost gasping and moaning yourself, when I realise that you have pushed the strawberry between your legs perhaps... and you ruffle my hair and tell me, "Now is the time for me to collect from my friends, boy, just get down under the table and you have a treat waiting for you not just now but later too...It's fresh and juicy," you say, as you look towards your friends triumphantly and tell them, "Now girls, what do you want him to do?"



First Meeting



"No, Sean, not here!" I giggled and slapped his hand away. We were standing in front of his parents' refrigerator, and as I'd bended down to grab a bottle of soda, Sean had given me a good slap on my butt. 

"Do you think they'll like me?" It was the first time I'd met his parents, even though we'd been going out for over a year. He'd seemed reluctant to introduce us for some reason, and I had loved him enough to respect that. After the initial fuss, with me accusing him of being embarrassed of him, he finally broke down and told me that the last girl he took home (which, he confessed was back in high school) ran home crying and never spoke to him again. Unfortunately, he spared me the juicy details. I left him alone after that, but now that we were engaged the situation was unavoidable.

"Like you? Are you kidding? They haven't made a single insulting remark! They must love you!" A stray hand found its way up my thigh. "Not as much as I love you, though..." I rolled my eyes and moved away, letting my silence answer him.

We made our way back to the dining room, and I found myself wishing for the night to be over. The table cloth was long, and Sean and I sat opposite his parents. Never the one to let opportunity slip by, Sean's hand persistently slithered its way up my knee-length silk skirt and was softly stroking my clitoris. I knew I was getting wet and he knew it too. 

That one hour of small-talk was probably the longest hour of my life. I tried to ignore the tingling sensations building in between my thighs but some things just can't be helped -- arousal being one of them! Finally, we all got up (I caught Sean licking his fingers clean with gusto, pretending he'd spilled something on them), and I said my goodbyes to Michelle, his mother. 

His father had excused himself and so we were waiting for his arrival. It seemed rather silly to me, seeing as how we were planning on saying goodbye anyways, but Sean insisted it was the polite thing to do. I saw how well Sean and his mother got along, and I could tell they hadn't spoken for ages when I heard him telling her about his accomplishments as a contractor -- accomplishments that had taken place at least a year ago. I wondered what had kept them apart all these years, and when I felt the wetness between my legs grow I politely excused myself, giving them a chance to catch up, if only for a few more minutes.

"Sean, I'm gonna head to the bathroom... I'll be out soon, alright?" I whispered, my voice husky and filled with promises of a long, heated night. He nodded and turned to continue talking with his mother.

I walked down the hallway and turned at the last corner to head straight into the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped in; the lights turned off abruptly and I felt a rough hand clamp my mouth shut. A familiar voice whispered in my ear:

"Stay quiet or you'll regret it..." I could tell by his voice that he meant it, and started whimpering my consent. He let go and I fell to the floor, tears instantly springing from my eyes. I could feel my heart beating fast and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I looked up and gasped.

"Matt..? I don't understand..." I was looking him straight in the eye with a rather sorry attempt at sounding composed. 

"This isn't funny anymore. Can you let me out now? Sean's waiting for me, I told him I'd be out soon." 

A moment later I felt a hand on my breasts. He gave them a small squeeze as he got down on his knees to my level and whispered in my ear.

"Honey, you won't be going anywhere soon..." He continued groping my breasts and I laid there, tears silently running down my face as my body racked with sobs. I could feel his rough fingers making their way up my thighs; he made no attempt at being gentle.

"Oh God, please don't do this, please," I hoarsely cried out. Matt looked at me and, to my horror, he gave me a big toothy grin.

"Keep going. I like it when they beg." His fingers found my panties and tore them off effortlessly. I closed my eyes and willed it all to go away, but I knew it was real. I could feel his fingers grazing my lips, pulling at them, feeling in between... I felt like an animal, being inspected for slaughter. Maybe I was nothing more.

"Horny bitch, you're wet." He shoved his fingers in my mouth. "Suck on them." I silently did as he instructed, more in terror than anything else. He leaned closer and whispered right next to my ear huskily.

"Did my son get you all hot and bothered under the dinner table? Did you like that? Did you like him touching you down there?" I didn't answer. His fingers had dived back into my skirt and was softly rubbing my clit.

"Slut, I bet you did... You liked it when he stuck his fingers inside you... I bet you wanted his dick inside you, too. Dirty whore, did you like it when he teased you in front of us? Were you begging him for it?" 

His voice was getting rougher, more angry. He was rubbing faster and I knew I was getting aroused but fought it. My eyes were closed and nothing seemed to exist but the sensations. His hands were everywhere at once; they grabbed and squeezed my boobs, and they were running up my thighs in provocative gestures. His hands were in my hair, pulling my face closer to his, and at the same time they crawled behind my buttocks and harshly grasped at my ass. It was agony, and it was bliss, and it was all so muddled and I couldn't see and it all happened so fast and I finally cried out in desperation.

"Please... Please... Just stop it, please...!"

He slapped me, hard. My cheek burned from where he'd made contact and I said no more, simply crying silently. I saw him unzip his pants out and take his blooming erection out. He shoved it in my face. 

"Suck it." 

I knew better than to argue, and gave him the best blowjob I could muster at the time, hoping I'd make him cum and it would all be over with. I started at the head, using all the parts of my mouth to keep him pleasured. With my hands, I applied pressure to the rest of his dick and kept this up for a few minutes. I licked all around his dick, starting at his balls and moving up towards the head. I let his balls rest in my mouth as I caressed it with my tongue, moving slowly in circles, knowing that, just like his son, I was driving him crazy. All the while I kept a firm hand around his erection, slowly but steadily pumping it up and down. When I finally finished teasing his testicles, I moved back up and deepthroated his dick. It was only slightly above average, about 6 ½ inches and with all the saliva coating it, his dick slid easily down my throat. His hands gripped my hair and he groaned. I began to pump faster, with his hands aiding me with a push on my head. 

"Bitch!" He abruptly pushed me away and threw me on the floor. I was laying, helpless, and he gave me a sinister smile.

"It's your turn for pleasure now, don't you think?"

His head disappeared between my legs and he licked up and down my slit. It felt so good, but I wasn't enjoying it. Thoughts quickly ran through my head, guilt being a strong one. I pushed it away and closed my eyes, surrendering to the feelings between my legs. I let out a moan and I put a hand on his head, pushing it closer and wrapping my legs around his neck. 

Thankfully, Matt was too consumed to gloat. He sucked furiously on my clit and I started bucking against his face. He was nibbling softly, and he must have shifted position because I felt two fingers being forcefully being thrust into me. 

"Oh, yes, yes.." I mumbled incoherently. I was arching up against his hand and I knew I was close when, just as suddenly as they had come, his fingers disappeared. I opened my eyes and I saw he was on top of me, a maniacal glint in his eye. He was softly rubbing my clit with one finger and I was grinding up against it, wanting release and receiving none.

"Do you want it?" He asked me. I whimpered my answer. 

"Answer me! Do you want it?" He rubbed harder and thrust one finger into my pussy; enough to drive me crazy with lust but not enough to give me orgasm. 

"Yes! Oh God, yes! Please, please..!" I cried out, not really caring. Everything was a blur and all I wanted was something, anything, between my legs to give me release. Like an answer to my prayer, he buried his dick inside of me and began thrusting. I raised my hips to meet his every thrust and I was consumed with the pleasure.

"Oh, Sean please... Please.. Oh God, you're so good!" I cried out violently, my legs wrapping around his hips and pulling them closer to me. Our pace quickened, and as he gave one more violent thrust I cried out in agony and bliss.

He rolled off of me and got dressed. 

"You're a good fuck. I'm glad. My son doesn't deserve anything less." I looked up and was horrified to see him looking at me with a loving, almost fatherly warmth in his eyes.

"I'm glad he found you. I hope you two have a happy marriage... I'll give you some time to clean up." And with that, he turned on the lights and left the bathroom. I stared at the door for some time, before convulsing into sobs on the bathroom floor.



First Meeting



It was hard to believe that my classes were in the city that you lived. I was actually looking forward to one of these trips for a change. 

The first night I got there, I was so tired. You and I just chatted on line, talking about me being in town and how we were going to get together. We had decided that you would pick me up at my hotel room after my class and we would go out to dinner. 

The next day I went to my classes and all I could think about was you picking me up that night. I think I missed ½ the classes because of it. 

Finally it was over and I went back to my room. There in the room was a bouquet of roses, a plate with chocolate covered strawberries and I bottle of Asti, which I had told you in previous conversation that I liked. 

I went over to the roses and looked at the card. It said "I look forward to seeing you tonight". A little shiver went up my spine. I just couldn't wait. 

I changed in to my black dress with my garter and stockings and my 3 inch heels, remembering you were 6' and I was only 5' 4". I did up my hair and put a little makeup on. I normally don't wear makeup but I wanted to look special for tonight. I put on this brilliant shade of red lipstick that doesn't come off and then put a gloss over it to make my lips shine. There isn't much I like about my body but I always did like my lips. 

I opened the bottle of Asti and poured a glass. Then I sat down and watched the TV waiting nervously for you to show up. Finally there was a knock on the door. I got all excited, got up made sure I looked ok and calmed myself down. I opened the door and there you were. 

I pretty much froze while you stood there in front of me smiling. I didn't know what to say or do now that it finally happened. You leaned over and gave me a light kiss and started to giggle a little realizing how I was. 

I finally got myself together, apologized and asked you to come in. I closed the door and turned around. There you were still smiling at me. You said "You are as beautiful as I thought you would be". I blush and turn my head away. You walked over and pulled my head up to look in your eyes and said "you are". I just smiled a little a looked away. I was never good at complements. 

I thanked you for the gifts and asked you if you wanted any champagne. You said yes and I poured you a glass. I handed it to you and held my glass up. I said "to new adventures, Skol" and clinked the glasses. We both drank and then you took my glass from me and put it down on the table. You walked back over to me and lifted my head again, this time you leaned down and kissed me. My knees almost buckled under neither me. 

The kiss was so wonderful, your lips on mine, your tongue playing with mine. I could feel myself getting wet and starting to ache. 

I put my arm around your neck and you put yours around my waist. Your hands moving up and down my back, caressing it, pulling my body closer to yours. It felt so good, I didn't want it to end. 

You put your hand in the small of my back and push me very close to you. I can feel how hard you are against my body. I wanted to take my one leg and wrap it around your hip so bad to let you get even closer. 

I think our dinner reservations didn't matter anymore. We needed each other and now. While still kissing me you turn my body and get me to lie on the bed. Your body came with mine. I kicked my shoes off and started rubbing your legs with my feet. 

You broke our kiss and stood up in front of me, just looking down. You took your hand and started to trace my arms, across my breasts, down my sides, to my hips and over my legs. Staring at me the whole time. Your hands feel so good on me. 

You started to trace back up, this time over my inner thigh where you could feel the top of my stocking and just lightly brush over my panties, working up my tummy , back over my breast, up my neck and then to my face. 

Still staring at me, you started to lightly playing with my face, lightly touching it, tracing it, me pushing my face up to meet your hand. I was in heaven and totally yours. I didn't know if you just got lucky or if I told you my weakness is having my face rubbed, but which ever way, you had me. 

After soaking in all the wonderful rubbing, I scooted my body put on the bed. You laid down beside me and we embraced, kissing again. You hands move down my spine and on to my ass, squeezing it and caressing it. Not wanted to be left out, I slide my hand down and did the same to yours. I could feel a smile on your lips while you were kissing me. 

You pulled my dress up over my ass and put your hand under my panties. They were so warm and strong. Then they slowly move to the front of me, rubbing the softly fresh shaven skin. A small moan came from me. I want you to feel how wet I was. I wanted your fingers inside of me. 

One thing about me that I never told you was that I get very wet and I am extremely tight. So tight that after I cum I have been told I was almost too tight. 

Your hand slowly moves down lower. I laid back a little and part my legs for you to have better access. Your finger moves down and splits my lips apart. You are surprised and very excited to find how wet I am. Your mouth moves off of mine , kissing and nibbling my neck. 

I let out a moan and softly say yes. At this point you knew you had complete permission. You moved your finger up and reach my clit. You start to rub it and I started to squirming and moaning. You know you have hit the right spot. 

While you continue to rub my clit you feel my hands move down to your chest. Rubbing there and moving down to your stomach. You know where I am going next and you are aching for it. My hand comes to the front of your pants to feel your rock hard cock. I play with it and tease it. 

All of a sudden, I pull my body away from you and kneel before you. I smile at you and you do the same. I start to unbutton your shirt, pulling it out from your pants. I take your shirt off and throw it over on a chair. Then I unbuckle your belt, undo your pants and unzip them. You remove them leaving your underwear on. I could see your hard cock just waiting for attention.

Then you lifted off my dress to see my lace bra, lace panties, garter belt and stockings. You lean over and kiss between my breasts. While you are doing that your hands are undoing my bra. You unhook it and it falls to the bed. You move yourself to one of my breasts and start sucking on my nipple. I run my nails up your back, not hard but enough to get your attention. You move over to the other one and play with the first one with your fingers. At this point I want you so badly inside of me but I knew that had to wait. 

I take you by the shoulder and push you down on the bed and straddle you. Grinding my hips into yours. I lean over and kiss you then move down your neck. I move down to your chest, rubbing my hands over it and licking your nipples. I keep moving down to your stomach and just to the top of your underwear.

I lick around the band, teasing you. I take my hands on both sides and pull down your underwear. Your beautiful hard cock stands up straight for me. I want to just tear off my panties and jump on top but I know it isn't time yet. 

I take the tip if my tongue and lick the tip of your cock. You let out a big sigh. I take my tongue and start to circle around the head, licking up and down. Then I take it fully in my mouth, sucking it, licking it, playing with your balls. Every once and a while I take you out of my mouth and use my tongue just under the head where it is the most sensitive. You seem to enjoy this. 

I move my body back up to your lips and kiss you deep. I whisper in your ear that I want you deep inside of me. You say to me, not yet, I haven't had my turn yet. And with that you laid me back and positioned yourself between my legs. You take a finger and put it deep inside of me. It feels so good. Then you take another and you can really feel how tight I am. I start to grind on your fingers. Then you take your tongue and start licking my clit. I feel like I am going to cum that second. 

You move your fingers in and out of me while licking, sucking and nibbling my clit. It doesn't take me long to cum. You can feel my juices rush over your fingers. My body shakes and I moan the best moan you have every heard. 

Now there is something I forgot that you didn't. I told you how I can come about every 20 to 30 seconds after my first orgasm. So you continue you lick my clit even though I am squirming because it is so sensitive. Sure enough you make me cum again. This one stronger than the first. You do this one more time. Finally I say "I want to you fuck me, please, please fuck me."

You move back up my body and kiss me. You move your legs between mine and spread them apart. You take your cock with your hand and rub it up and down my lips, getting it all wet. Then you position it at the entrance to my pussy. 

You push slowly, the head of your cock opening me up. You push a little harder, feeling how tight I am around your hard cock. Finally you are all the way in. You feel so good. You just sit there for a moment just feeling the warmth inside. 

Then you start pumping your cock in and out of me. God, it feels so good. All this time you are still kissing me. I bite your lips lightly letting you know how I feel. 

I take my legs and rap them around your hips, moving my hips in rhythm with yours trying to push you deeper and deeper inside of me. I want all of you as deep as I can get you. 

I decided that I am going to be on top and start rolling you to the side. You catch on rather quickly and we roll over without you leaving my pussy. 

Now I am on top and have this devilish look on my face. You are very curious on what I am up to. I lean over and kiss you, licking your lips, sucking your tongue. 

I sit back up and start moving my hips back and forth. You like how it feels. Then I start to lift my body up and down, pushing down hard on your cock when you enter back in to me. You start to moan, that feels really good. Then I start rotating my hips in a circle. This is something totally new for you and you like it. 

After doing that for a while I turn my body around so my ass is facing you. This way you can watch your cock go in and out of my very wet pussy. You can see my juices flowing down your cock. I start playing with your balls which really gets you going. I do all sorts of position before for no reason I get off. 

You look at me with disbelief. You ask why I stopped and I tell you because I want you to fuck me on all fours. With that I get on all fours, pretty much lay my chest on the bed, sticking my ass straight up in the air. You position yourself behind me and enter your hard cock. I let out a very loud moan. 

You grab my hips and start pumping in to me hard and fast. You want to cum inside of me so bad now. I start to play with your balls and that is enough to do it. You slam in to me hard and I can feel your cum coating my inside, your cock twitching. You are moaning so loud. I take my muscles and squeeze as hard as I can, milking you of every bit of cum you have. 

I lay down and you lay on top of me and the off to the side. You take your hand and brush my hair to the side and kiss my neck. You tell me that was incredible and that I am incredible. I just cuddle up next to you and say, rest now, I am not done with you yet.



First Meeting



Curled up in a quiet corner of the lobby, she sits alone, a book in her hand. She has chosen this location for a reason. It gives her a chance to be alone with her thoughts, while still watching the lobby for any sign of Him.

A few people walk by, glancing at her. They see only what she allows them to see; a pretty woman, with large, dark eyes when she looks up. She's dressed simply in a soft white blouse, long black skirt, and black boots that encase her legs to midcalf. She's completed the outfit with a thin leather band around her neck. Few people take the time to get close enough to see it though. She's left her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, which hides it from most people's views.

She smiles to herself, knowing that those who walk through this lobby know nothing of her. They don't know that she came early to the meeting, on purpose. They don't know that as soon as she got there, she'd taken time in the bathroom to prepare herself. That she'd gone in and primped and made sure that her appearance would please Him. No one would know but her the time that she had taken with her appearance that morning; that she'd spent over an hour getting ready. 

She was by nature, not someone who primped and fussed and made a big deal out of her appearance. Today though, was special. She had made sure to get a good night's sleep. She had gotten up and taken a steaming hot shower, being very careful in her bathing. She'd taken care with her shaving, her hands slipping over her wet body as she checked for any stray hair that might displease Him. She had been so tempted to slip her fingers down to play as she stroked the lotion over her arms and breasts. She had resisted that urge, rubbing the scented lotion into her legs. If she was naughty, he would surely know it. He had a tendency to know when she even had the urge to misbehave. The last thing she wanted to do was spend her first night with him, in trouble.

The drive hadn't seemed like 3 hours. She had gotten lost in her daydreams and thoughts of Him from the moment that she had pulled out of her driveway. Now, she was here, curled up in the corner of the couch, her book barely noticed as she watches for him. She hopes that she will see Him before He sees her, so that she will have those few moments of just cherishing his look. She is so proud to be His and she wants to cherish those moments of watching others look at Him, knowing it will be her that will share his bed and life for the next few days.

Shaking herself from her reverie, she glances down at the slim silver watch on her wrist. Realizing how close it is until He will be coming for her, she tucks her book into her bag and tidies her clothes. She so wants to be perfect for Him, butterflies are dancing in her stomach. 

Instinctively, she knows the moment that He steps into the room. They have been connected for nearly as long as they have realized what they are to each other. She knows that He feels it as well, because it is mere moments before their eyes meet. Later she will laugh to herself, but it was as if the rest of the world faded away. There was no one else in that room for either of them when He crossed to her and pulled her gently to her feet. They didn't feel the looks when He took her into his arms, one hand burying in her hair as He kissed her. They didn't see the smiles as He took her by the hand and led her to the room that they would be sharing. They only felt and saw each other. 

He had felt her before he heard her, before he saw her, her mix of elation and nervousness pulling to him across the noisy hall. His hand slipped into hers before she fully saw him, the little gasp of surprise turning to a purr of pleasure and she all but leapt on him, purring, "Daddy..." into his ear. Her kiss lingered and her arms draped behind his neck, interlacing her fingers together and holding him to her as he held her to him, hands sliding around her back and holding her chest to chest with him. 

"Miss me babygirl?"

Her only response was another kiss, melting into his arms with a happy squeal.

"Let's go, Mine."

He led her to the elevator, holding her hand with a proud smile, her near skipping putting a little smile on his face. As soon as the elevator doors touched, he's all over her, hand slipping up under her skirt to caress her bare, plugged cunt, her breath catching in a sharp gasp at the touch of her owner, her love, her everything. 

"Good girl...I see you remembered."

"Ye..yes, Daddy..."

His hands barely make it out of her skirt before the doors open, and he leads her out to the hallway, standing before the door to his room. 

"It's time baby. Are you ready?"

She smiles as he opens the door.



First Meeting



It was a bit chilly in the cab, the driver insisted on keeping the window open even though it was brisk outside. Perhaps if the young woman in the back seat was wearing more than just stockings and heels under her thin coat she would have been more comfortable, but Ms. Toni had decreed that she arrive at the hotel almost naked. Her only adornments beside the silky deep black stockings and shiny 5" patent leather heels were small gold studs in her ears and the four clothes pins attached to her nipples and her labia.

The cab stopped in front of the hotel and Karen looked at her watch. She was late, she had only a few minutes left to retrieve the message that Ms. Toni had left for her at the front desk. She had been warned by her Mistress that the front desk clerk was instructed not to give her the message if she got there later than 6pm. Traffic had been bad and the cab was delayed and now it was 5:55 pm. She paid the driver and exited the cab as the rear door was opened by a uniform doorman. Karen was embarrassed as in her haste to save precious moments the doorman got an excellent view of her nudity. She blushed as he grinned and hurried through the revolving door.

Breathing hard and clutching the coat close to her body she hardly noticed the sign welcoming marketing analyst from all over the country as she caught the eye of the clerk and asked if there was a message for Karen. The clerk looked at the clock and smiled. "You just made it," and handed her an envelope simply marked "Pet." Karen moved from the reception desk and tore open the note, inside was a room card and written instructions. No time to waste, Karen hurried to the elevators and took it to the 3rd floor, ran down the hall and opened the door to room 365. She had no time to lose, Ms. Toni's note said she would arrive exactly at 6:30 to the room and if all was not prepared she would leave without a word.

Karen moved into the darkened room, removed her coat and hung it up. Almost nude she moved to the dresser and lit the three candles sitting there, the fragrance of vanilla and peach began to fill the room as Karen hurried other next task. She opened the box Marked Ms. Toni and took the sheer white negligee from it and carefully placed it on the bed. Next, she opened the other box and removed its contents. Holding them she began to position herself as directed in the note from her Mistress. She chose a spot on the floor about three feet from the edge of the bed and made sure that when on her knees with her bottom up in the air her head would be on the floor flat without hitting the bedspread. Reading further, she made sure her legs were well spread so when in the proper position her labia were well open and exposed showing the wooden clothes pins attached. Finally, she placed the blindfold over her eyes, put the ring of the hand cuffs on one wrist placed her wrists behind her back and attached the other ring and leaned forward to expose her anus, pussy lips and her nudity to her Mistress when she walked in the door. She waited in silence as instructed. Waited for her Mistress to arrive and use her pet. The last words on the page echoed over and over again in Karen's mind, "tonight is mine pet you have finally earned the privilege to pleasure me, however, there is a price you must pay." "You may not see me, you may not touch me with your hands." "Tonight, my pet only your lips and tongue will know my body." "Do not fail me."

It seemed like forever that Karen waited, open, spread and exposed. It seemed that there was a roar in the room as her heart pounded and her faced flushed and she grew more and more aroused as she anticipated her Mistress's entrance. She could feel herself, first moisten and now drip as she waited in the enforced darkness and absolute silence of the room.

Suddenly she heard the door open, felt the air rush in from the hallway as someone arrived. Was it Ms. Toni or the maid? If it was Ms. Toni was she alone? Karen couldn't see. She couldn't tell because all she heard was the rush of fabric as the mysterious stranger moved into the room and now stood directly behind her. She felt the tip of a finger brush against the wooden clips moving them back and forth, bring an instant response form Karen's pussy. She moaned softly and felt a hard smack to her left ass cheek. "I told you silence, not another word or sound." "Is that clear?" Karen nodded her head.

Ms. Toni moved around and sat on the bed. Her legs on either side of her pet's head, "Are you ready to please me?" Again Karen nodded. This time when she lowered her head she felt the tip of Ms. Toni's heel and shoe. "Lick, slut" Karen began to move her mouth and tongue across what felt like smooth leather. She felt a hand on her head pulling her upward by her hair. As she moved up her tongue trailed up her Mistress's leg pulling her forward, the hand guided her head further and further up a nylon clad leg, thigh and finally under a skirt to bare skin. Mistress's taste was so wonderful the sweet clean fragrance of her skin intoxicating. As she was moved further up she had the first real taste and smell of Ms. Toni's Womanhood. Ms. Toni was wet, her labia were open and the cream that flowed from between her lips was as hot. Holding Karen at bay, Ms. Toni told her to work her tongue out farther and farther, making her strain to make connect with center of her owner's desires.

Karen struggled to keep her balance, push her tongue out far enough to make contact with MS. Toni's labia and clit. As she struggled, Ms. Toni made small sounds in her throat. She moaned and sighed. She giggled and laughed as Karen struggled to keep working her tongue as Toni, moved her hips one way or another denying her full contact.

Finally, Toni grabbed Karen's head and pulled her hard and tight against her belly. "Lick me, Pet, make me cum my sweet slave." And Karen did and did and did. Probing deep into her slit, Karen Slide her tongue up and down from clit to anus and back. At times hardening her tongue and using it as a mini "cock" to penetrate her lover. Time had no meaning, pain and ache had no meaning. The only meaning was to please Toni, make her cum. There was no concept of time, no concept of personal need. Toni's pleasure was Karen's. Toni's orgasms were all that mattered. The first one hit. Her Mistress bucked and moaned and cried out in joy. Instead of release from being held captive between her thighs, added pressure was applied to Karen's face. "Again, slut'" was all Ms. Toni said. And Karen continued and continued and continued. Finally, satisfied Ms. Toni moved off the bed, pushed her slut to the floor. The next thing Karen felt was her collar around her throat and the chain attached to it. She heard the chain move around something and heard the click of what she knew was a padlock. 

As Karen lay there naked and cum covered, smelling from her Mistress's pleasure, she heard Ms. Toni take off her clothes and slide into the negligee. She felt the closeness of her Mistress and one sweet tender kiss was placed on her forehead. "Sleep well Pet." "I am tired, we will continue tomorrow." "You are so precious to me."

As Karen lay there listening for the slow soft cadence of her Mistress's breath, joy filled her heart. Mistress was happy and pleased. Karen sleep naked at the foot of her owner's bed. She was a good girl.



First Meeting



[This story was inspired by events that haven't happened yet. It includes D/s, oral, anal, coitus, bondage, some pain, and lots of trust. Comments are welcome.]

Seven months prelude, lead-up, foreplay, if you will. I read her posted story. She read three of mine. An email. A week later, another. Then two in a week. More emails. I read her other stories and poem. More details shared than were in the posted profiles. I was interested from the first email.

My story was about being introduced to D/s. She surmised that I knew something about what I wrote. I did. My introduction was a lot like the one in the story, without a trip to Chicago. Things change. The women in the story are no longer in my life. When my heart stops hurting enough I may write about the ending. It only took ten years to write about the beginning.

She asked good questions right from our beginning. I answered and wondered where she was in "the lifestyle." Curious from a distance, curious from a new D/s relationship, from inside a long relationship, or curious because what I wrote about was so alien from her experience? Over time I got answers to those questions. She had been curious and now was getting ready to take another step forward.

My approach was slow and respectful. Let her tell me what she wanted me to know. I knew that, in my experience, a sub needs to establish such a high level of trust that any hurrying may end the relationship before it ever actually begins. I let her ask whatever she wanted to ask.

Over a period of years, I had read some bulletin board postings that began by answering a sub's first post with commands. How rude. I am not looking for someone who just accepts orders from anyone. First, we establish who I am and who she is, then, if we agree, we take one more step.

Opening post: "Hi. I'm looking for a f/t Dom. I'm forty-eight and divorced." First response: "You will answer the following questions and address me as Sir: (1) Give me your statistics. (2) Send me a picture of you nude. (3) Be prepared to move to the east coast."

I am not a predator. The man who posted that response was a predator, in my opinion. He was looking for a victim. Not my style.

Her writing showed me she wanted a man who would stretch her. If she could trust him she could allow him to guide and lead her toward a life more filled with excitement and joy. She saw something in my writing that said I might be someone who could do that.

We explored our beliefs about life, love, caring, sex, pain and comfort. Emails became almost daily. We wrote and I noticed that she addressed me as Sir, always. She wrote in submissive terms. "If it please you..." "If I am not intruding..."

At some point I requested her phone number. It was not a command. She was not mine to command. Even if she were I would state my commands as requests. She gave it. I requested a time when she would accept a call from me. I called at that time.

We spoke for exactly fifteen minutes. I had asked for no more than fifteen minutes. Ending on time demonstrated my willingness to abide by her limits and not push past them. The email follow-up was excited and pleased with the phone call.

I called once a week for a month. In the last call she asked if she could have more. "Please, Tell me what you want." 

"I want more time with you, Sir."

"More time in emails, more time on the phone, what?"

"Whatever you are willing to give me, Sir."

Weeks of more and longer calls followed. We played during some of the calls. Not just sex play, but certainly a little of that. She asked questions that had her learn more about my preferences.

"What kinds of things to you like to eat, Sir?" "Do you prefer a woman in dresses or are pants Ok too?" "If a woman wears red do you like it or hate it?"

After a hundred of these questions she asked, "Do you want to know my favorite foods, color, music?"

"Are you willing to live a life with none of those things, if that would please your Master?" I asked, in answer.

A long pause followed my question. "If he was truly my Master, yes!"

"Who decides if he is your Master?"

Another pause. "I do, Sir."

"Any one who would want to impose a Dom relationship is not the Dom I would even want as a friend. I want any sub who is mine to come to me, willingly, offer herself freely and to love her choice."

"Sir, may I ask for something?"

"Of course. Asking does not guarantee the answer is yes."

"I would like to be with you."

"You know you must tell me exactly what you want."

"I would like to meet you somewhere for a weekend and spend the weekend with you." She spoke quickly, as if that would make me more agreeable.

"Where would you like to have this happen?"

"I am in Vermont. You are in California. Somewhere in between?"

"Can you go to Denver the first weekend of next month without being on your period?"

"Yes! Sir."

"Then we will meet there, if you agree. I will make reservations for us and will email the details to you. You agree to tell someone where you will be and to set a time to call them from Denver on Saturday and early Sunday so they know you are safe."

"Yes, I can do that."

"Are you intending that during this weekend you will be my sub?"

"Yes, if that would please you, Sir." Her voice was soft.

"I would like that very much. That means that you will come to me prepared to give me whatever pleasure I might desire from you?"

"I trust you, Sir."

I concluded the call and went to my computer. An hour later I had found a quiet B & B not far outside Denver. It had small cabins and a main house. I booked a small cabin. I booked it and sent the details to her.

The next day I sent her an email and the text said, "I arrive in Denver at 2:10pm. What time will you arrive?"

An hour later while I worked on my computer it dinged and the message was from her. "My plane arrives at 3:15pm United."

I sent an email back that said, "292 hours. I am excited."

The evening before our flights I got an email that asked, "Is there anything you want me to pack, bring, wear?"

I called her. She answered and I said, "Are you thinking about Denver?"

"Yes, Sir! I can hardly think of anything else."

"Have you a pen and paper handy?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

I want you to bring a coat. I want you to wear jeans and a sweatshirt. Do you have comfortable boots?"

"Western boots or high heeled boots?"

"Western or hiking."

"I have hiking boots."

"Wear them with wool socks. No panties. What color is your sweatshirt?"

"I have gray, navy, red and yellow, Sir."

"Are they all the same size?"

"Yes. Roomie."

"Roomie?"

"They don't fit tightly." She paused, realized what she had said and apologized. "Oh Sir, I was not calling you my roomie. I was talking about the size of my sweats."

"Accepted. Wear the navy one. In your suitcase, please bring one skirt that hits you at least five inches above your knees, leather or black if you have that. Pack a blouse that goes with the skirt, silk if possible. Bring one pair of suspendered hose, not pantyhose. Pack one pair of pumps, with a three inch heel. Your toilet kit, including two new razors. Pack a warm sweater. Any questions?"

"Bras and underwear?"

"Wear a navy or black lace bra on the plane. If the blouse you choose would show the bra then either bring another bra or change blouses. No panties."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me what you're thinking."

"I am soaked, excited and scared. I have started giving you control and my thoughts are conflicted."

"In what ways?"

"I'm supposed to be an independent woman. I am an independent woman and I'm letting you tell me how to dress, what to bring. You haven't said it but I think you plan to use me sexually soon after we meet."

"I am already using you sexually, my dear. If you reach into your innermost place you will find you are very wet, because that is what I want. Put a panty liner in your jeans before you get on the plane and change it at least twice during the flight. After you land, go to a restroom and change it again before meeting me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Sleep well. There may not be a lot of sleep in Denver."

"Yes, Sir."

Eight hours before my flight I called her. She answered and I said, "When you change the panty liner in the airport bathroom, dip two fingers in your juices and leave them on your fingers. Do not wash that hand. Bring me your juices and when we meet give me your fingers to suck on. When they are cleaned we will kiss. If I touch your lips with my tongue, open your mouth and invite my tongue inside."

"I'm dripping!"

"Do you have a purse to bring?"

"Yes."

"Inside should be your wallet, ID, cell phone and the liners. Lipstick is optional. No eyeliner, mascara, or compact. Did you plan to wear perfume?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Don't."

"Yes, Sir."

"I cannot remember the last time I looked forward to Denver with this much joy. Thank you, Pet. Thank you."

Never had I used the name Pet with her before. I knew she caught it.

"See you in Denver. I will be wearing jeans, a western shirt, and a denim sport coat. The shirt is Navy blue."

"Yes, Sir."

Hours later I was standing in the area where the train emptied the disembarking passengers from all the airlines. I had my carry-on bag sitting on the floor beside me. The train pulled in and the automatic doors opened. Lots of people walked out and turned toward the exit. One woman stepped off the train and stopped, looking around for something or someone.

She had a rolling carry-on bag, a jacket and a purse. She was wearing a baggy navy sweatshirt, jeans and hiking boots. The sweatshirt was baggy enough that it was impossible to tell if she was carrying "A" cup breasts in there or "D" cups. Her jeans were snug and she walked with an athletic grace. She spotted me and started walking towards me. I noticed that her jacket was draped over her rolling bag and her purse was carried on the same arm as was pulling the suitcase. The other hand was empty.

She looked at me until she was six or seven steps from me and then she looked down. When she was close, standing right in front of me, she offered her hand. She held it above her shoulder height and with two extended fingers.

I opened my mouth, grasped her wrist and inserted her fingers in my mouth. I could taste her. She was sweet, as almost all pussies are, without being too sweet. I sucked hard and ran my tongue over and around both fingers.

When I released her fingers I said, "You are a delight. Welcome to Denver." 

My hand lifted her face and I kissed her. My lips against hers for a long time and then I touched her lips with my tongue. She opened herself to me, welcomed me, surrendered to me.

The kiss ended after a passing couple recommended we get a room. I smiled and said, "That's where we're headed."

We walked together to the car rental counter and then to the car. As we left the counter I said, "You walk with your head down. I think that may be an idea you have about being sub. When you walk with me I desire that you walk proudly, head held high and almost strut. You are a beautiful woman. Know that I know it." She changed within three steps.

"Smile. You know a secret that none of these people know. You know you are having such an adventure!"

At the car, I opened the trunk, stowed our bags and opened the door for her. Before she could sit I took her in my arms again and kissed her again. I pressed my growing erection against her. She sat, after the kiss ended, and I closed her door. As we left the airport I gave her the printed directions to the cabin and asked her to navigate. Just less than an hour later we arrived.

The main house was a three story log mansion sitting near the center of a mountain meadow. At irregular intervals around the main house there were three smaller log cabins. Scattered around the entire property were trees and large rocks. Our cabin was the farthest from the main house. From the large front porch the view was of the other cabins and the main house. There were two rocking chairs on the porch. I parked beside the cabin and that gave me a slight view of the back porch. It faced the Rockies in the distance and a waterfall.

After I let her out of the car we got our bags and went inside. The pictures I had seen on the internet did not show everything about the cabin. What they had shown was that the inside was one very large room, with a queen-sized, four-poster bed, a couch, two plush chairs, a fireplace and a small kitchen tucked in one corner. A door on the same wall as the kitchen led to the bathroom. The bathroom had both a huge shower and a large claw-foot tub. A shelf held a large supply of towels. Back in the great room, the fireplace was lit and the room warm. As we settled in I noticed what was not shown on the internet: hooks and rings imbedded in the walls and overhead beams, discretely. In the large closet I saw the chest I had shipped the day after making our reservations. When I opened it I saw cuffs, ropes and other toys that might be used.

"Pet, please unpack your bag and mine. Put our things in here." I said from inside the closet.

She rolled both bags to the closet and did as I asked. I sat in one of the chairs near the fire and listened. The sounds of things being put on hangers and of the suitcases being unzipped and later rezipped were easy to recognize. When I heard the chest open and her sudden intake of breath I smiled. She now knew that her adventure might go in that direction.

"When you are done, please join me by the fire."

Seconds later she stood near me. I had her sit on the rug in front of where I sat.

"Pet, please tell me what you expect our relationship to be for the next three days."

"I am not sure, Sir. I expect that I am here to learn how to please you. Perhaps to find out where my limits are. I want to see if living like this is just a fantasy or, as I suspect, the way I want to spend my life."

"Good! You know about safe words and safety. I want you to call your safety person and let them know you are here and safe. Then we will continue."

She used the phone and made the call. When she hung up the phone she came back to me, resuming her position on the floor.

"I will introduce you to life as my sub, living with me. Life as a sub is different with each Dom. I can tell you a little about others, but I can only have you experience being with me. For this weekend you will call me Nick, Honey, or Sir. Do not call me Master. I expect obedience, without question, even though I will phrase my needs as requests. Hesitation has consequences, just like obedience has consequences. Are you still willing to continue?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Good! I am very pleased with how well you have followed instructions so far. I would like to sit out on the back porch and enjoy some time with the mountains and you. It would be good to have some wine as we sit. Please get us some wine and join me out in back."

As I went outside I left the door open. My Pet got a bottle of wine, an opener and two glasses. She sat on the porch near my feet. She opened the wine and poured me a glass. As I took it I thanked her and told her to have half a glass herself. She poured herself half a glass and sipped it. We looked at the grand vista of mountains, waterfall, forest and beautiful clouds spread before us.

"Pet, please tell me about your trip here, beginning with when you asked me what to bring."

"Yes, Nick. After our call I went to my bedroom and my suitcase was already open on my bed. I started unpacking some of the things I had already packed and the thought came to me that I had already given myself to you. I sat on the bed and shivered for a while at that realization and at the realization that I loved it!"

"And then?"

"I took the things that I had packed that were new in a box that I could return when I got back."

"What things?"

"I had purchased some new panties and patterned pantyhose that I will return."

"Why will you return them? You could wear them in Vermont."

"You don't like them, Nick."

"What did you do then?"

"I finished packing. Well, I tried on six or seven skirts until I was sure I picked the right one. I packed that one. I tried on four blouses over the bra I have on and picked the one that didn't show the bra. It is silk. After I was packed I showered and went to bed."

"Did you masturbate?"

"In the shower. By the time I was packed I had spent hours thinking about this weekend and what I was doing. I was so turned on I had soaked my panties completely! When I was in the shower I touched myself and came."

"Did you sleep well?"

"No. I woke up often and had my arm stretched out to the empty side of my bed. Every time I woke I felt disappointed that you weren't there."

"In the morning?"

"I drove to the airport to be there three hours early. I wanted to wait by the gate rather than worry about getting through the security checks barely in time. Once I was inside security I had a small breakfast and bought a lunch to carry-on. I was fine until I sat down to wait. When I sat down I could hear your voice over the phone, "No panties." I changed the liner before I got on the plane. My nipples were hard and I kept thinking about pleasing you. I thought more about not disappointing you."

"Did you think about me fucking you?"

"Not really. I thought about being yours, about giving myself to you for three days. I thought a little about what we might do, what you might do to me but mostly I thought about hearing you say I pleased you."

"And, on the plane?"

"I sat next to a woman about my age that was flying back to Denver to be with her sick brother. When she asked why I was going to Denver I hesitated, then I told her I was meeting my lover in Denver for a weekend. She smiled at me and hoped we enjoyed the weekend."

"I know you followed my instructions about bringing me your fingers. Tell me how that was for you, please."

"When I went into the bathroom out by the gate I reached in and changed the soaked liner. I started to button back up and remembered you wanted my juices on my fingers. I got them wet and then had to figure out how to button my jeans without spreading my juices on them. As I walked out of the stall I wondered how many people could smell my musk as I walked. It was the sexiest walk I have ever taken. On the train I stood alone and the train stopped and more people got on. A man stood near me and I wondered if he could smell how turned on I was or smell my fingers."

"And, if he could?"

"It was Ok because I was doing what you wanted me to do. I could never have made that walk like that on my own!"

"Do you recall what I said to you? My first face to face words?"

"Yes. You are a delight! Welcome to Denver."  I smiled. "You pleased me. You followed my directions. Now, Please remove your sweatshirt."

Her hands grasped the bottom of the sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a black lace bra, front closure, that held her breasts, barely. It was not an underwire bra but a barely there decoration that almost gave no support to her breasts. I took the sweatshirt and folded it, placing it on the porch near her.

"Are you noticing your nipples tightening?"

"Yes, Nick."

"From the touch of cool wind or the thought of me seeing you for the first time?"

"Both, Nick. The coolness would have them tighten, but they were starting before I felt the coolness."

"Do you want to take off the bra?"

She hesitated, just an extra second. "If you want me to, I want to."

"What you want is for me to decide. You want it to be my decision. I want you nude. Completely nude. Stand here and undress then take your clothes in and put them away. Get a towel from the bathroom and come back."

She stood and removed her bra. I took note of my first look at her nude breasts. They sloped down her chest then curved out to her forward pointing, dusty rose colored areola and blueberry sized nipples. They were almost big enough to be "C" cup sized breasts, slightly heavy below the nipples. Both were pale and showed some blue veins through her nearly translucent skin. It was still evident that, during the summer, she had worn a top that consisted of two triangles held to her with strings.




First Meeting



She bent at the waist and untied the hiking boots. Her breasts hung slightly from her chest. She stepped out of the boots, unbuttoned the jeans and pushed them down off her hips and down her legs. I noticed that the panty liner was wet. She folded the jeans, picked up her bra and sweatshirt and went inside. Less than a minute later she was back standing beside me.

"Stand in front of me, please."

She stood right in front of me. From the rocking chair I was eye level with her breasts. She held her arms at her sides. Her pubic mound was shaved smooth. Her tan lines were very faint and showed that she wore a modest bikini last summer.

"Did you shave for me?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Did you think of asking me if I wanted you shaved?"

"Yes! I thought about asking often, but couldn't ask."

"Because?"

"I couldn't ask. I don't know why, Nick."

"You have been trained that there are subjects a woman does not talk with a man about. You are embarrassed to have me see you stand here naked and it is exactly what you wanted. The only reason you can stand here is because it wasn't your choice. Did you choose to shave or did one of your friends tell you to do it?"

"My friend knows I am here with you. She told me you would like it if I shaved. Did I do wrong, Nick?"

"Yes! You should have asked me, not someone who doesn't know me. Did you ask her if I like oysters?"

"She wouldn't know that, Nick."

"She wouldn't know if I like shaved pussy either. As it happens I do. Now, give me another taste of you."

She slowly reached into her slit and withdrew a finger covered with her juices. She aimed it at my mouth and I opened, allowing her to put her finger inside. We held eye contact as I sucked her finger.

"When was the last time you climaxed?"

"In the bathroom on the plane, Nick." She blushed.

"Did you use that finger to do it?" I held her wrist and she still had the wet finger extended.

"Yes, Nick."

"Get it wet again and put it in your own mouth. Suck it.'

I watched and she did as I asked while continuing to look at my eyes.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes, Nick! If it will please you."

"Your feet are three inches apart. When you stand in front of me your feet need to be shoulder width apart. Do you know why?"

"So you always have easy access to my pussy?"

"For the next three days you do not have a pussy. It is mine. You have it for my pleasure. When you are good I will do wild things to bring you and my pussy pleasure. Not only is that my pussy, your body, mind and spirit are mine. You gave them to me for this weekend. The most powerful woman in the world in regards to this body is you. I am honored that you gave yourself to me."

My right index finger touched her at the top of her pussy slit and held still. She shivered when she felt my finger.

As slowly as I could I moved the finger along her lips far between her legs and stopping only when I touched the pucker of her ass.

"Does my touching your ass pucker excite you?"

"Yes, Nick!"

"Please don't cum until I give you permission. My pussy only cums when I give permission."

"I understand, Nick."

My hand pulled back and I said, "Turn around, please." When she faced the Rockies in the distance, I stopped her. I slipped my hand between her thighs and touched her slit again. As my finger traced her lips I felt her juices slip out and coat my finger. 

Slowly and deliberately I traced her lips over and over. Sometimes my finger slid deeper within her slit and other times my touch remained just at the outside of her lips.

"You feel better to me than I thought you would. That pleases me."

Twice more I stroked her lips.

"I think feeling you cumming against my finger will thrill me."

Three more strokes, the third one deep inside her lips.

"Would you cum for me, if I asked you to?"

Her voice quivered as she answered, "I would love to cum for you! Nick, may I cum for you?"

"Are you ready?"

Her body shivered and shook. She was holding back the orgasm her body wanted.

"Then cum for me now, my Pet." My voice was soft, almost a whisper. My finger touched her clit and her knees weakened, her juices flowed into my hand and she moaned deeply. I thought for a second I might need to catch her before she fell but she caught herself and did not fall.''

My hands and arms went around her waist and held her as she calmed down.

"That was wonderful, my Pet. You have pleased me. Take your towel and go sit inside by the fire."

She was unsteady but did as I asked. I gathered the wine, opener and glasses and followed her inside. She put the folded towel on the rug near one of the large chairs and near the fire. She sat so that her pussy was on the towel but her legs were not. They were spread wide enough that I could reach in and easily feel her pussy.

I added two logs to the fire. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Was your first orgasm with me as you thought it would be?"

"No, Honey. I didn't know you could take my body there with such a slow gentle touch. It was incredible! Thank you, Honey."

"In the fridge there are two salmon steaks, two half baked potatoes for baking and some green beans. If you start cooking now we will both be hungry for dinner when it is ready. Please make dinner."

"Yes, Honey. May I kiss you before I go?"

"You have an idea that somehow this is about me pleasing you. It is not. It is about you pleasing me. I am sure we will kiss. It will be when I choose. Go cook, please." I had intended to kiss her but would wait, making sure she knew it was my idea, not hers.

She dipped her head, stood and went to the kitchen. I watched for a few minutes, enjoying watching her ass move as she cooked and watching her wonderful body. She was not slender like the models in magazines. She had some meat on her and a lot of the meat was muscle. Enough ass to hold on to and her proportions were pleasing to look at as well as hold. Her look was much like the look of the healthy farm women I had grown up around. That does not mean she was an airbrushed woman. There were stretch marks and a few scars from life on her body. They were unimportant. I was more interested in the woman within, although I thought her body to be the sexy, healthy type I often prefer.

In the chest I found a short chain with rubber tipped clips at each end. I brought it with me to one of the kitchen chairs.

"Can you stop cooking for one minute without ruining my dinner?"

"Yes, Honey."

"Then, please stand here." I pointed right in front of where I sat. I took the clip in one hand and attached it to her left nipple. She winced a little and held still.  The other clip did not quite reach the other nipple, as the chain was about an inch and a half short. I pressed on the outside of her breast and pushed it until the clip would attach to the nipple. Again, she winced a little and when I released her breast the tension bent her nipples toward each other.

"Is the pain bearable?"

"Yes. Nick, I can take it."

"Thank you. You may return to the kitchen."

Fifteen minutes passed and she was still monitoring the progress of our dinner. I went to her, held her from behind and opened the clips, releasing her nipples. She moaned as the blood filled them again. She softly said, "Thank you, Honey."

When my Pet served dinner she did not sit until I motioned for her to do so. Like most women she sat with her knees together. I reminded her that she was hiding my pussy from me when she did that. When she opened her legs I touched her gently along her slit. She thanked me. Dinner was excellent. We cleaned up together and during that time I asked about her experience with bondage. It was a short conversation. She did not even have memories of being tied up as a child.

"How do you feel about being bound now?"

"I saw the things in that chest when I was unpacking. They scare me and... they excite me."

"Scare you because you will lose control or because you don't trust me?"

"Because I will lose control. The trust issue comes to my mind, but I have already decided to trust you."

"I would like to spend an hour or so in a bondage scenario. You do remember the safe words?"

"Yes. Green, Yellow and Red. Just like traffic lights."

"Good. Let's go to the rug by the fire. I think the light will be perfect there."

I went to the chest and brought back various items. My Pet looked at them and I could see the excitement in her eyes. I asked her to stand with her arms at her sides. I positioned a two inch wide webbed belt so it passed between her right arm and her body, passed in front of her and under her left arm, looping back to Velcro closed in front of her. It would, by itself, not hold her arms in place. Using another webbed belt just below the first and passing the belt behind her, the two belts secured her arms, above her elbows, to her sides. I bent her arms so they crossed in front of her lower chest and used a wider webbed belt to secure her wrists together. She no longer had the use of her arms.

"Are the belts too tight? If I leave them on for an hour will your circulation be cut off?"

"Nick, as long as I don't try to move, I'm comfortable physically. Mentally, I just realized that I cannot get loose on my own."

I helped her lie on her back on the rug in front of the fire. When she was flat I bent a leg so that her heel touched her ass. Using another webbed belt I wrapped her thigh and leg together as high on her thigh as the belt would go. A small rope passed between her thigh and lower leg and around the belt, securing that the belt would not move if she struggled. On the other leg I duplicated the restraint.

"My Pet, are you in any pain?"

"No, Nick. The belts are not so tight they hurt at all."

"Are you warm enough?"

"Yes, Honey. I'm fine."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, Honey. I am wet."

My finger pressed directly into her vagina. She was very wet. I grabbed her towel and made sure it was under her so it could catch any fluids she dripped.

I had one more item for her. I showed her what looked like a small plastic egg with a wire dangling from it.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No, not really. I think I know where it goes, Nick. Does it go in my pussy?"

"Yes." My hand gently pressed it into her, about two inches inside her. 

Out of her sight, I picked up the remote control for the egg. One button was all the control I needed. Pressed, the button turned on the vibrating egg. Released, it stopped vibrating.

"I do not want you to cum. You do not have permission to cum. Understand?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Good. I'm going for a walk. When I get back I have another surprise for you."

"I will miss you, Honey."

"I will think of you while I am gone."

She was positioned so I could see her from one of the windows without her seeing me. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. A few steps and I was at the window, looking in. She squirmed a little, testing the boundaries of her world. Then she relaxed, fully aware that she was not getting loose and allowing herself to attempt to be Ok with that.

I waited two minutes and then pressed the button. Her body jerked and I knew the egg was working. For exactly a minute I pressed the button. After I released it I walked to the trees near our cabin. I was looking for a suitable set of trees for another bondage that we might do the next day. When I found them I pressed the button again, for a full minute.

Over the course of an hour I pressed the button about ten times. Not close enough in time for her to orgasm but often enough that she would never forget about the egg or the orgasm she desired.

At the end of the hour I opened the door and stepped back into the cabin. The control was in my pocket.

"I see you decided to stay. I'm pleased."

"I have been waiting for you, Honey."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"At first, I thought about how being helpless made me feel. I was scared. What if someone came in while you were gone? I couldn't do anything!"

"And?"

"And then the thing you put inside me began to vibrate! It felt strange and then wonderful. I knew you told me not to cum but I could feel that if it buzzed for long I wouldn't be able to resist. I don't want to disappoint you. I prayed that it would stop! It did."

"And?"

"And I thought about how my focus was changing. A week ago I would have relaxed and let the orgasm happen. Now, I only want to cum if you want me to. I mean, I do want to cum, but doing what you want is more important than what I want."

"I am very pleased. The egg is going to come on again, soon. I still don't want you to cum. Feel it inside you and think of telling me how close you are to cumming. Right now, on a scale of one to ten, with ten being you have lost control and your orgasm has you, and one is you have no thought of being turned on at all, where are you?"

"Five."

"Tell me when you are at six."

My finger pressed the button.

"I feel it vibrating inside me."

About a minute later she said, "I'm at six, Honey."

"Tell me when you are at seven, please."

She squirmed a little and a few seconds later said, "I'm at seven, Nick!"

"At each number, tell me where you are."

When she said eight I shut off the egg. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at me. "It stopped!"

Twenty seconds or so passed and she said, "I'm at seven."

When she opened her mouth to tell me she was at six I turned the egg back on.

"It's back on! Oh, it feels so good! Eight! I'm at eight!"

The next time she opened her mouth I shut off the egg. 

She lifted her feet from the floor about two inches, all the movement she could make. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

"Oh, my God, I want to cum for you! Please Nick, may I cum for you?"

I pressed the button. She screamed, "Nine! I'm so close!"

"Do not cum yet! Hold back! Hold back for me, my Pet."

Every muscle she could tighten to hold back she tightened. Her back arched. Beads of sweat appeared on her body and her legs.

"Cum for me! Now!"

She screamed and her knees clamped together. I watched the muscles of her belly spasm and quiver. I reached down and touched her nipple. She screamed again and then went limp. My finger left the button and the egg stopped. 

Her body shook in aftershocks and for at least a minute she shook, rested and shook again. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing returned to normal and her eyes opened.

"Thank you, Honey. I have never felt anything like that in my life."

I knelt beside her and grasped the wire and pulled. Slowly the egg slid from her when it was half visible I pressed the button again.

"Oh Shit! Nine! Nick, nine!"

"Cum again! Pop the egg out when you cum!"

Seconds later the egg popped out and she said, "Ten!" She moaned and thrashed as much as her bindings would allow. The muscle spasm and aftershocks were even stronger.

When her eyes opened she looked up at me with exactly the look I wanted. Only a man who has taken a woman to that place in her body and mind knows the look I saw.

"I am yours," she softly said. I knew she spoke the truth. I cleaned her up, wiping the sweat from her, the fluids from her pussy and then I removed the belts and ropes. She was limp and did not move even when the bondage was removed.

"Would you like to move?" I asked.

"If it would please you, I will move."

I helped her up. We took it slowly and I kissed her often as we moved her. When she was up and able to stand alone I walked us into the bathroom. I had her sit on the toilet as I undressed and turned on the shower. The shower had a bench along one side. The enclosure was five foot square, plenty of room for four people to shower together. When the water was warm enough I helped her inside and sat her on the bench.

My hands soaped her body and my words told her how proud I was of her. The strength came back into her and she stood on her own when I asked her. Her pussy was still quite sensitive as were her breasts. 

She reached for my cock and I told her "No." She looked in my eyes and stopped. "Soon enough for that, my Pet. Soon enough for that."

After we dried, I guided her to the bed. I asked her which side she normally slept on and she pointed to the right side. I put her on the left. I got in on the right side and brought her to me. We spooned together with me behind her and fell asleep with my arms around her.

When I woke she was awake but not moving. I held her close to me and kissed the back of her neck.

"Good Morning, Honey. Would you like me to suck you?"

"That would be fun! However, if you do that you need to be able to drink everything in my full bladder. Otherwise we will make a mess of the bed. I think I'll pass on the sucking until after I visit the bathroom. Will you wait here for me?"

"Of course, Honey. I'm yours."

When I came back she had not moved. I lay beside her and she turned enough that she could take my cock in her mouth. She began by kissing the head and then the shaft, holding my nuts in her hand. Her kisses became deeper and she took all of my shaft into her mouth, playing with my head with her tongue. When I was full engorged she was still taking all of me, bumping my head down into her throat with each stroke. I was not going to last with this treatment! She was too good. As my ball sack started to tighten up she wrapped her hand around the sack and slowly applied pressure, pulling the sack down just a little. That helped stave off my cumming.

She turned a little more on the bed and I could reach her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her, twisting and fucking her with them. She moaned and sucked harder. I came, suddenly going from eight to ten without stopping at nine at all. She swallowed every drop and spent time makings sure no more was coming out of me. I was fully flaccid when her mouth opened and I was released.

"I hope you want bacon for breakfast, Nick. I think I already ate all the sausage."

We laughed and stayed in bed for some time, touching and talking.

"Pet, Have you considered that if you are a sub, and you decide you want to live as a sub, you may need to relocate?"

"Yes. I did some checking and found that I can transfer to the Los Angeles area and still keep my job"

"Why would you check specifically the Los Angeles area?"

"If I am going to live as a sub, I want to be with you, Honey."

"Perhaps you would like someone else better."

"I have been testing the waters with you for seven months. I was attracted to you when I read the first story of yours. I haven't seen or felt anything that has changed my opinion that if I am a sub I want to be with you."

"Not even when I bound you last night and left you alone for an hour?"

"I was scared a little but I realized that you wouldn't actually put me in any danger. I was safe. You didn't hurt me. You taught me that my body could bring you and me pleasure in ways I didn't even know were possible."

"Have you decided you want to live as a fulltime sub, twenty-four hours a day seven days a week?"

"I'm not quite sure but I am leaning that way."

"Decisions are difficult. Especially, decisions that will change your life. Experience today and tomorrow before you decide. Ask me questions about how life would be with me. It will not be like it is here. I work, you work, and the housekeeper doesn't do everything like they do here."

"Tell me about your house, if you would, please."

"It is a nice house about a mile from the beach. Four bedrooms, three baths, a pool and a hot tub. There is no view from the house to the ocean."

"What would be my jobs if I lived with you?"

"One job. Do whatever you can to have my life work for me."

"Would I make the meals?"

"Usually. I like to cook, so sometimes I will choose to cook. Sometimes we will go out. Most of the cooking, cleaning, laundry will be your responsibility. Outside the sexual part of our relationship most of the decisions will be mine. Inside the sexual relationship, all the decisions will be mine. If we are going on vacation you will, of course, have a voice but not the decision. You will wear what I pick and only what I pick."




First Meeting



"You will pick my clothes every day?"

"No. You won't have any clothes I don't like. I may specify that on a particular day you wear pants or a skirt or something like that but it will be a rare event when I specify a particular item of clothing."

"Oh."

"You will learn to sit so that I have access to you. You will never wear pantyhose again. Panties will be seldom worn. I will ask that your pussy and the rest of your body be smooth."

"In some of the stories I read some Masters have their slaves wear a collar, or some other something to mark them as his property. Would you have me do that, Nick?"

"I may, but it will not be immediately. I have thought about a piece of intimate jewelry that would remind a sub that she is mine. Not as an outward sign to the world that she is a sub but as a reminder that she is mine."

"Something specific?"

"Yes, but that should not be something you concern yourself with now. It is just something I have considered. It may never happen."

"Oh. Thank you, Honey."

"I'm getting hungry." 

"What would you like to eat?"

"Breakfast. If it is in the kitchen, I like it. I would like three eggs, sausage, toast, coffee and juice. When you make toast for me know that I like it slightly browned and while warm, buttered. Eggs, I like over medium. Coffee, black. Juice cold."

"Should I stay nude or dress?"

"Pull on the sweatshirt and your socks and boots. After breakfast we will go for a walk."

"No pants?"

"No pants. We are miles from a town and I have been told we are the only guests here this weekend."

She didn't move. She was getting a picture of hiking around with her ass and pussy exposed.

"Breakfast?" I asked.

She jumped from bed and ran to the closet. She came out with the sweatshirt on, carrying the socks and boots. She got breakfast going and then put on the boots. I dressed in shorts, t-shirt and hiking boots, then readied the things from the chest that I wanted to take with us. I put them in a day pack I had in the chest.

When she called me for breakfast I took her in my arms and kissed her. She molded her body to mine and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. We ate and then cleaned up together.

I put the day pack on and opened the back door.

It took us both a couple minutes to get used to the outside temperature. Inside the cabin it had been in the mid seventies. Outside in the Colorado sun it was about sixty. Every time we stepped into the shade the temperature dropped at least ten degrees.

I found the trail I had found the day before and had my Pet lead the way. As she headed down the trail I said, "This way I can watch your ass as we walk."

"My ass is too big." She said as she pulled the sweatshirt down a little.

"Stop." I said. She stopped. I stepped close to her and said, "You have angered me. You said disparaging things about my ass. You do not have permission to say things like that about my ass! Now, I told you there were consequences."

I rolled the bottom of her sweatshirt up about three inches. Her entire ass was now exposed. I pointed down the trail and as she took her first step I slapped her ass hard. The sound broke the morning quiet and she jumped. As she walked I saw the red hand print on her pale ass cheek.

"You have a beautiful ass."

"Thank you, Nick. I'm sorry I said what I said."

Soon she was fully concentrating on the hike, the view and the trail and not thinking about her bare ass, legs and pussy. I got close enough and slapped her other cheek. She yelped and looked back at me. Then she kept walking.

"I like slapping your ass. I like the way it looks, the way it sounds, and the way it feels. Do you like having your ass slapped?"

"It surprises me when you do it, Nick. Now that I know you are doing it because you like it, I am starting to like it too. I think."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, I'm wet, Nick."

"Give me a taste, please."

Without any hesitation her right hand dipped between her pussy lips and she brought her wet fingers to my mouth. I sucked her sweet juices off and thanked her. She thanked me.

"I never knew that a man might like the taste of me like you do."

"Taste yourself. You will see that you are delicious. Any man that wouldn't like that taste would not like the taste of any pussy on the planet."

We hiked for about an hour down that trail. We didn't see any people, any buildings. The only sign of civilization we saw were the planes silently making white lines in the sky high above us. 

We came to a large flat rock beside the trail. I got a towel out of the day pack and let my Pet sit on it, folded. Even though the rock was in direct sun it would be hours before it would be warm enough to sit on with a bare ass.

We drank some water, rested a few minutes and headed back. I slapped her ass just often enough she jumped, surprised, each time. She thanked me for enjoying her ass each time I slapped her. Her cheeks were pink and warm to my touch.

When we had reached the trees I had found the evening before I stopped her. I had her stand between two trees that were about six feet apart. Her outstretched hands could not touch both trees at once. She had a six inch gap. I took her sweatshirt and hung it from a branch. I placed a webbed belt under her arms and above her breasts with two ropes under the belt. I tied one end of the rope to the belt and the other end to the tree just beyond her reach. The other rope tied to the belt on her other side and to the tree on that side that was just out of reach. Both ropes were tied to the trees about a foot higher than where they were tied to the belt around her upper chest. She could not reach the knots. I asked her to lift one foot. I tied another rope around her boot then had her put that boot down and lift the other. I tied a rope to that boot in the same way as the first.

There were two other trees near us. At about six foot above the ground they each had a branch sticking out. These two trees were eight feet apart. I looped one rope from her boot over one of the branches and asked her to lift her leg as high as she could. When she did I tied the rope off quickly. She could not put her leg down and her boot was at her shoulder height.  I grabbed the other rope, attached to her other boot and looped it over the branch of the other tree.

"Lift that leg, please." When she did the belt around her chest and the other rope around her boot took her weight. I pulled the rope and got her suspended above the ground, legs spread and helpless.

"Is this painful?"

"No. It is uncomfortable, but not painful Nick."

I took another rope from the pack and tied it so it went between the trees by her chest and under her head. I draped the towel over that rope and positioned it as a pillow behind her head.

"Thank you, Honey."

When I stood next to her chest I only needed to lean over a little to capture her nipple with my mouth. When I did her hand automatically let go of the rope and held my head. I nipped her nipple, kissed her breast, sucked her nipple and tugged on it with my teeth. It tightened up and she moaned. Then she thanked me.

I moved to her other side and repeated teasing her other breast. When she moaned I used a hand to hold her ass cheek and squeeze. She moaned again, and thanked me.

When I released her ass and her breast she looked at me, her eyes asking what was next. I ducked under her and stood back up between her knees, looking at her cunt.

"You are almost dripping, my Pet. Are you turned on?"

"Yes. I'm at seven already, Honey."

"Feel the sunshine warming your pussy?"

"Yes! I feel it!"

"Feel this."

From my pocket I pulled the egg and slid it slowly into her. I bent to her pussy and licked her wet lips as I slowly pushed the egg inside her. Only a quarter inch of the antenna remained outside her lips. I watched as a drop of her nectar formed on the end of the antenna wire.

"Oh God! I'm at eight! You haven't turned it on and I'm at eight! May I cum for you Nick?"

"No! Do not cum! I am not ready for you to cum!"

I dipped a finger into her juices and then touched it to her ass pucker.

"Let my finger into your ass, Pet."

She concentrated and the muscles relaxed enough that my finger could enter. When it was in all the way I touched the button for the egg.

"Jesus! The thing is on! Nine! May I cum?"

I shut it off and pulled my finger out. I walked away and found a place to sit. She could not see me. I watched a hawk circling, looking for brunch. When he dove and flew away holding a squirrel I asked, "How do you feel, my Pet?"

"My feet are getting numb. Does seeing me like this please you?"

"Yes. I am pleased. I walked back to her and bent my face to her open lips. As I licked her labia I turned on the egg and said, "You have one minute to cum."

I licked and the egg buzzed. I held my wrist where I could see the seconds pass. At one minute she was very close. Quivering and shaking close, but not over the edge. I stopped, knowing that when she finally went over the edge she would wake the forest for at least a mile.

"Oh! I'm so close!" Her eyes pleaded. Her words did not. She surrendered to my will, not hers. To beg me would be to say that what she wanted was more important than what I wanted. She was the most subservient woman I had ever encountered, for her newness to being a sub. 

One rope at a time I released her legs and allowed her to stand. Then I released the ropes holding her arms. It was done slowly so she would get the blood flow back slowly and without extra pain. The egg was still inside her.

"I do not want the egg to fall to the ground. Can you hold it inside with just your muscles?"

"I think so, Nick."

"If it starts to slide out you may use your fingers to hold it inside. Do not let it fall out."

I coiled the ropes and had her hold them as we walked. I needed to remind her to walk proudly. I only needed to remind her once. Near the path was an old picnic table. When we got to it I asked my Pet to rest here for a few minutes. She did not sit down. When I told her to lie on top of the table she didn't hesitate. One rope around the table and her waist, another bound her wrists together with the rope passing under the table. I turned on the egg.

"Thank you, Nick." She said as soon as she felt the vibrations.

"Hold the egg. If you feel it sliding out of you tell me. I do not want it to come out."

She closed her legs and I watched as she tightened her muscles so the egg would stay inside her. I used another rope and bound her legs together at the knees. She thanked me for helping her keep the egg inside.

With the remaining rope I bound her ankles together then raised her legs until her ankles were above her face. She was bent nearly in half. I tied off the rope near her head, holding her legs high. It fully exposed her ass and pussy to me. I imagined it also made holding the egg in more difficult.

I put my head between her feet and face and kissed her mouth. My tongue explored her mouth and danced with her tongue. My finger released the button and the egg stopped vibrating.

"Where are you on the scale?"

"Eight! Nick, I'm at eight!"

"I'm going to pinch your nipples. Can you take it for three minutes or will you need your safe words?"

"I can take it, for you."

"Good girl." The clothes pins pinched her nipples. I eased them onto her nipples and then flicked them once. She winced once, when each was attached.

Standing at the end of the table by her ass I traced her lips with one finger. I avoided her clit, even though I could see it peeking out at me from her swollen lips.

"Nine, Nick. I'm at nine!"

"You can cum when I take the pins off your nipples. Not before!"

"I'm at nine, Nick!" Her body was frantic. She moved as much as she could, twisting her hips and torso as much as she could. I reached around her legs and grabbed the pins by one leg each. If I pulled up the pin would come off and would pinch hard until it snapped off. That is what I did. She screamed and I watched as her pussy spasmed and she came. 

The bench provided me a good place to watch her as she calmed down. She was still bound. When she was pretty calm she looked over at me and said, "That was incredible! Thank you for giving me such a powerful orgasm!"

"Seeing you like this and watching how well you obey I am impressed and pleased. I want to reward you. You can either have me fuck your ass or your mouth. If I cum in your mouth you must swallow all of it. To spit out my seed would be an insult to me. Which do you choose?"

She paused and then said, "If I may choose both, that is what I choose. If I must choose only one, then I choose my mouth."

"You would allow me to fuck your ass and then put my cock in your mouth?"

"If that is what you want, yes. I am yours. I would choose to have you in my mouth first and finish in my ass, but if you want me the other way, I am yours."

"Have you ever sucked a cock that has been in your ass?"

"Never!"

After I removed my clothes I climbed up on the table and presented her mouth with my cock. She smiled, opened wide and sucked me in. When I was hard I moved in and out of her mouth much like I would if it was a pussy. She gave me an incredible sucking. 

My left hand grabbed the antenna wire on the egg and I slowly removed it. I told her to let it go. When it was out I pulled my cock from her mouth and moved to her ass.

I rubbed my cock against her pussy and the plunged in all the way. She moaned and said, "Thank you."

Three strokes to coat my cock with her juices and I pulled out and positioned my tool against her pucker. "Take a deep breath and as you release it relax your ass."

I popped in. On her next breath I moved in farther. Once I was all the way inside her ass I held still. She held her eyes closed from the moment I touched her pucker and when she opened her eyes I began to withdraw. I pulled back until only the head of my tool was still inside her. I used my fingers to gather more juice from her cunt and spread it on my cock.

She took another deep breath as I started back inside. It took quite a few strokes like that before she could take being fucked any faster without pain. Then I pounded into her ass and told her to cum if she could. I used a thumb to stroke her clit and penetrate her pussy as I pounded into her ass.

"Nine! Oh Nick! Now!!"

She came and the muscles of her ass clenched. I could neither push in or pull out. She held me prisoner. When the muscles relaxed enough I stroked into her as fast as I could and unloaded when I was all the way inside her.

"Oh Nick! I can feel you cumming inside my ass!"

My hands untied the ropes on her legs, then the rope around her waist. Finally I untied her wrists and she was free. Except for my cock buried in her ass, that is.

I pulled back and out of her ass. I stood up and looked at myself. All of my genital area and my legs down halfway to my knees was wet with sex juices and bits of crap. I knew I would walk back to our cabin nude rather than soil my clothes.

"Let's go back to the cabin and clean up, Pet."

With a little help she got off the table and held my hand as we walked. Within ten paces she asked, "You don't want me to clean you with my mouth?"

"No. I want you to get me in the shower and clean us both with soap and water. I am proud of your willingness. I am proud of your submissiveness. I am honored that you would trust me so much."

"I am yours. I said it before and wondered if I really meant it. I say it now and I mean it completely. I am yours."

"Thank you." 



First Meeting



Content advisory: This story contains some fairly mild BDSM themes, and consensual MF sex.

His eyes scanned the crowd in Grand Central, but he could hardly focus. Uncertainty furrowed his brow. The masses of people went by in a blur, for endless minutes as he searched for the object of his desire. Finally, at long last, their eyes met and they stood still, taking each other in. It was a shock, seeing for the first time a face so familiar from photographs, but at once rendered new and strange in the flesh. Her bright, green eyes were constant, reassuring, real.

Recovering his composure, he lifted his small bag, and strode quickly across the floor, a smile brightening his face. He extended his right arm, and she slipped her slender left through it. Her face upturned, she waited for him to speak. "I think I'd like a shower," he said. And off they went, to catch the train to Brooklyn.

They did not sit together; she faced the opposite wall on a bench near the door, and he sat in the first perpendicular seat, studying her profile. In the artificial light of the subway, her reddish blond hair had a dirty look as it fell limply past her shoulders. She had dressed in a very low-cut, lacy top, that revealed her shoulders and the curve of her ample chest. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her breath, which was slightly faster than one might expect. Her hands, nails kept short and painted a girlish purple, clutched a medium-size black handbag in her lap. Her tight, skinny jeans revealed her round, slightly plump ass, her long, slender legs, and her up-to-date fashion sense. She turned her head towards him and turned up the corners of her broad mouth. Her lips were full and her normally pale face slightly flushed.

After some time, and a change of trains, they exited the subway and walked together a few blocks to the house in which she occupied the third floor. She unlocked the door and climbed the stairs ahead of him. Her keys opened another lock, and they were home.

He took the small, one-room apartment in with a glance, and then took a few long strides to the functional center of the room, where a futon and a worn but comfortable old chair flanked a makeshift coffee table. He set his bag on the table, and stretched his arms above his head. She moved to sit on the far end of the futon, daintily, not leaning back, but sitting up with a straight back, her legs uncrossed but together, and her hands folded on her knees. She turned her head up and watched as he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes, and undid the button on his jeans. Soon he stood naked and let her take in his tall, slender body, his chest covered in thick, dark hair, his fit-but-not-too-muscular frame. His cock was quickly growing erect. Her eyes went to it for a moment, and he smiled and lead her gaze back to it with his own. It was not exceptionally long, though not short, but it was quite thick when fully erect--as big around as his wrist, as he had previously informed her. As it reached it's fullest growth, heavily pointing straight at her, he asked, "Do you have a robe and towel I could use?"

She stood and walked to a closet, out of which she produced both items, clean, white, and fluffy. She walked around behind him and held out the robe, which he slipped on, then handed him the folded towel and returned to the same seated position on the futon. He entered the small bathroom and shut the door. The sound of falling water filled the apartment.

After several minutes, he re-emerged, towelling dry his hair, the robe hanging open, exposing his still erect cock. She was sitting, motionless but for her eyes, in the same place. He hung the towl on the doorknob and slowly walked over and sat in the chair. "Come here," he said, and she stood and moved to stand in front of him, hands at her sides. He took her left hand in his, and gently pulled her downward. She fell to her knees in front of him. She did not have to be asked to take his cock in her hand and begin to kiss it softly, her bright green eyes locked on his. Her full lips parted and her tongue snuck out to press against the head of his penis. Her right hand gripped the shaft tightly and slowly began to stroke up and down. Finally, she took a deep breath, dropper her gaze, opened her lips wider, and engulfed it in her pretty mouth. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes as her head began to bob very slowly, up and down, her tongue pressing firmly against the bottom of his shaft and occasionally wiggling in a way that made him moan softly. His eyes opened again just as she reached up with her left hand to push her hair away. She raised her gaze to his as best she could while continuing the languid blow job.

When her hair fell across her face a second time, he reached out and gathered it with his left hand, holding it behind her head. She continued to move up and down, slowly, never increasing her pace but instead altering the pressure of her lips, her hand, her tongue. She brought her left hand to cup his balls lightly, and he moaned his approval of this move. His right hand reached out as well, and slipped between her bent arm and her fact to cup her breast through her shirt, and then to slide inside. Her nipples were hard, her breasts full and heavy.

After a while, he used his grip on her hair to pull her mouth away--firmly, but not ungently. She let go of his cock and fell back onto her heels, his hand slipping out of her shirt. He stood, leaving the robe on the chair, then let go of her hair, put a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to his, then applied the slightest additional pressure to signal her to rise to her feet. He kissed her, and reached down to unfasten her jeans. She pushed them down, shimmying to get the tight denim over her hips. They broke their kiss, and there was an awkward moment during which she removed her shoes and struggled to get the skinny legs over her calves. Then the jeans were on the floor, and they were kissing again, but only for a moment before her shirt interrupted on its way over her head. Once she was stripped down to her underwear, a matching set, black and lacy, he reached around her and pulled her to him, smashing her chest against his and kissing her long and passionately.

Soon, even the underwear was too much, and he fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds as they kissed, until it was undone. Their bodies parted just enough to let it fall to the floor as she shrugged it off her shoulders. She reached down and slid her panties off her hips, and they too fell to the floor, where she stepped gracefully out of them. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them gently for a moment before his right hand slid down her smooth, trim stomach and through her well-trimmed pubic hair to her pussy. She spread her legs just enough to give him access, and his fingers found her clit. She was extremely warm and wet. She moaned at the initial contact, and bit his lower lip slightly as he began to move his middle finger in small, slow circles. She broke their kiss and buried her face in his neck, breathing heavily.

This went on only for a short time before he stopped touching her clit, gently pushed her body away from his by the shoulders, and led her around the table and to the futon. He moved behind her and pushed her gently towards it with a hand on her ass. She knelt on the futon, her legs spread about a foot at the knees, her hands on the back, her back slightly arched, facing the wall. His hands went to her ass again, one on each cheek, grabbing, kneading her flesh slightly. Suddenly, he smacked her ass with his right hand, just hard enough to sting a little and then immediately fade. She whimpered. He smacked her other cheek. She whimpered again. His hand then moved between her legs, and he rubbed her clit for a second before pushing his middle finger into her vagina. She moaned as it slid in easily. She was wet, open, and ready to be penetrated.

He removed his finger from her pussy and grabbed her shoulders with his hands, turning her torso to face the end of the futon. She obliged him by turning the rest of her body to follow suit. Then he somewhat roughly pushed her forward. Her hands shot out in front of her to steady her. On her hands and knees on the futon, he continued to push her downward, and she slowly lowered herself until her face rested on its side on the futon, facing inward. Her ass was in the air, her legs spread as far as they could go on the narrow futon. He smacked her ass again, then moved to kneel behind her.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and held it there. She pushed back against him slightly, but he stopped her with a hand on her ass. He did not move for several seconds, but remained poised to penetrate her. Finally, slowly, he moved forward, just a centimeter or two. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock touch her lips and begin to push them apart. He stopped and rested there for a second, and then smacked her ass once more. Then he began to slide his cock into her.

She took the first inch or so surprisingly easily, but then the widest part of his thick cock met her lips, and he felt resistance. She whimpered again as he pushed for a second, but failed to make any progress. He stopped pushing and just waited, feeling her warm wetness surround the head of his cock. He ran a hand up her long, smooth, white back, leaning foward to reach her hair, which he grabbed again and pulled slightly as he pushed his cock into her once more. She gasped. Still, he felt resistance, so he eased off, releasing her hair and leaning back, pulling out just a tiny bit. His hands went to her ass, squeezing, not so gently, but not painfully. Smacking her ass one more time, he pushed forward again. There was still some resistance, but he did not let up this time. She drew in a sharp breath as he ever-so-slowly pushed his thick cock into her. Finally, after a couple of seconds that seemed much longer, the widest part was past her lips, and he slid the rest of his cock into her easily, in one long stroke. She moaned loudly at the sensation, before he again stopped moving, his entire cock buried deep inside her.

He stayed there for a minute or so, rubbing her ass with his hand and occasionally smacking it lightly. Finally he began to pull out, slowly, and she cried out in pleasure and a little pain as her pussy tried to accomodate his cock. He knew better than to stroke all the way out and back in at this point, so he withdrew only an inch or so before pushing it back in as deep as it would go and holding it there for several seconds. Then he did it again, withdrawing just a little further this time. Gradually, the interval between strokes became shorter as the strokes themselves became longer. Soon, he pulled the thickest part of his cock out of her, so that only the head was still inside, and then pushed all the way back in. She cried out loudly, and he did it again. There was little resistance now. She was ready.

So he started really fucking her, using the thickness of his cock to stroke the inside of her tight pussy in short, quick strokes. He grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled himself in and out, starting slowly and then picking up speed as he went. She was moaning more-or-less constantly now, and mumbling almost unintelligble "fuck me"s into the futon. He smacked her ass hard and pushed hard, as deep as he could, holding there for just a second before resuming his pistoning motion. His hands roamed across her back and her ass, lightly touching her smooth skin.

After several minutes of fucking, she started making little, high pitched "o" sounds in rapid succession, and he guessed that she was nearing her orgasm. So he fucked her even faster and harder, and then she screamed as it hit her and gripped the futon hard with her hands, arching her back as far as she could. He smacked her ass one more time as her cum began to taper off, and then slowed his thrusting, gradually stopping altogether at the deepest point of his stroke and holding there while she caught her breath.

After a minute or two, he pulled out of her pussy. His cock felt soft from her moisture, which covered it thickly. He leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up so that her body was against his, and then reaching around to fondle her breasts while he kissed her neck and shoulders. She was limp in his arms, still recovering from her orgrasm. His still-hard cock pressed against her ass.

He leaned back against the end of the futon and stretched his legs out from under him. She turned around to face him, and he reached up and put his hand on the back of her head, again grabbing her hair in his fist. He pulled her forward, and she fell onto her hands as he brought her mouth back to his cock. She opened it and let him guide his penis back into her. She flicked her tongue around the underside of his head, tasting herself on him, as she fastened her lips around his shaft and let him slowly move her head up and down on his cock. He fucked her mouth like that for a while, slowly, firmly, enjoying the feeling of her lips and tongue being dragged over him. Gradually, he picked up the pace until he was fucking her mouth almost as swiftly as he had fucked her pussy. He knew this was difficult for her, but he also knew it wouldn't last long.

Finally, he felt his own orgasm approaching, pushed her head down hard one last time. As he pulled her lips back up his shaft, his cock pulsed and shot a large, thick burst of semen into her mouth. He held her head still, her lips now just wrapped around the head, as he emptied himself into her mouth. It was quite a large load, and not a quick orgasm, but she managed to keep it all inside her mouth. When it was over, he let go of her hair, and she slowly sat up, pulling her lips off his cock without spilling any of his cum, and then swallowed it.

Their eyes met again, and they smiled at each other. Then he laughed, and she joined him in laughing. The tension was finally broken. She collapsed onto him, wrapping her arms around his chest and hugging him tight. And they began to talk to one another, in person, for the first time.



First Meeting



She had never done anything like this before. When she walked into the club she was wearing a short black leather skirt with a matching bustier and patent leather boots to her knees. The dance music was loud and the dancer on stage was down to her g-string. She walked to the stairs on the left side of the dark room. That was where they agreed to meet. The guy guarding the stairs was bald, over six and half feet tall with three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He gave her an approving glance and let her through. At the top of the stairs were a number of curtained booths. She went to the left and stopped at the third booth as directed. She hesitated then took a deep breath and pulled the curtain aside. He was already there. In the corner sat an attractive-looking man wearing a dark pin-stripe suit. He had dark hair, dark eyes and dimples when he smiled.

"You must be Amanda. I'm glad to meet you. I'm Philip. I wasn't sure you were still going to meet me. In your last email you sounded a little uncertain."

"To be honest, I wasn't sure. This is my first time doing this."

"Well, come in and relax. I'll get you a drink and then we'll talk." He pushed a button and waited a few minutes for the server to come around. The server was wearing red nipple cups with tassels and a matching g-string. They ordered drinks and he moved closer to her on the couch.

"You are very beautiful, Amanda. I'm glad you decided to come out tonight. I promise I won't do anything you don't want to. I won't hurt you."

"The waitress chose that moment to bring their drinks: a Rob Roy for him and a martini for her. Amanda took a big gulp of her then turned to face him. "What if I want you to hurt me?"

"All you have to do is ask." He placed his hand under her chin to pull her to him. His mouth was soft and warm on hers. She pulled back and placed her drink on the coffee table. Turning back to him she undid his tie, pulled it off, put it around her neck and started undoing his shirt. She pushed it aside and ran her hands over his smooth chest. She straddled him and started kissing his neck, shoulders and chest. She trailed down and sucked one of his nipples and ran her fingers through his hair.

His hands moved up and down his thighs. They slid under the hem of her skirt. He massaged her bare ass. He leaned up to kiss her hard. He was getting harder. She reached down to undo his belt and pants. Like her, there was nothing underneath. She grabbed a condom and put it on his throbbing cock. Within seconds of putting it on she was on top of him. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first then increased the pace. He was about to explode so he leaned her back on the table, dumping over their drinks and fucker her hard. He reached up and pulled her tit out of her top. He sucked just as she had but with more hunger, more urgency. The overpowering heat and the all-encompassing fornication came to a head. He pulled her up and she stayed there for a moment.

"Thank you, Amanda, for coming here tonight. I don't know how I can repay you."

"You can do that again." He chuckled and said, "My pleasure."

He shifted her off him and laid her on the sofa. He peeled the condom off his placid dick and placed it in the nearby garbage. He pulled her other tit out of her bustier. He sucked, bit and licked one while caressing the other. He kissed her, undid her skirt and pulled it off. He also pulled his pants and shirt off. He took his tie from around her neck to tie her wrists together and to a pole at the end of the sofa.

"This might hurt a little but I'm sure you won't mind." He kissed her forehead, her neck and went back to her breasts. One hand went down to her wet and sticky cunt. There was nothing she could do but lay there and let him play. He left her tits and trailed his mouth to her inner thighs. His hands moved on her legs as did his mouth. Her vagina was dripping with come and she hadn't even climaxed. His mouth went down and lapped it up. He licked her cunt, inserted his tongue into her vagina. One hand was squeezing and massaging her tit. "You taste so good," he mumbled between licks. "I could eat you all day." He was getting hard again but wasn't ready to finish what he had started. He sucked her cunt and lapped her juices. When she peaked, she screamed out. "That's what I like to hear. Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want. Where do you want it? How do you want it?"

"I want you!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch!" He rolled her over. Her hands were still tied above her head.

"Is this what you want? Let me hear you!" he demanded.

"Yes!" she yelled. He put on another condom provided by the club and fucked her like a dog. He thrust for a few moments, maintaining control.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

"Do you want it up the ass? Do you want me to shove my hard cock up your ass?"

"Yes! Oh god! Yes!!" He withdrew from her cunt and forced himself into her tight ass. He screamed as she did. His fingers went into her cunt so he could feel her wet centre. He pushed hard, somehow knowing that was what she wanted. She screamed in ecstasy and agony. She could feel his body tense as he reached his own climax. His fingers kept moving on her clit and moments later she reached hers.

He moved away from her, grabbed a towel supplied by the club and cleaned himself up. She rolled over and watched him. He got dressed then leaned over her. He looked her straight in the eye. "I want you. Not again tonight, but later. Do you want me again, Amanda?"

She nodded. "Yes, Phillip, I want to fuck you again. When?"

He put two fingers into her cunt again. "Are you sure, Amanda?" He thrust again.

She moaned, "Oh, yes!!" Shivers ran through her.

He pulled his fingers out and massaged her clit. "Here, on Thursday, same time. Will that be a problem?" She couldn't speak so she just shook her head. He brought his fingers up to her mouth and she sucked each finger clean. He untied his tie and released her hands. She sat up and watched him leave. "I will see Thursday, Amanda."

She got cleaned up and dressed. As she left, Mr. Muscle at the stairs had a new appreciation of her.



First Meeting



She thrummed her fingers nervously on the steering wheel. From where she was parked, she could see the hotel across the freeway. Her heart raced, knowing he was over there. She took a few deep breaths, willing away the last onset of nerves. She put the car in drive and pulled out, crossing the last distance to him. 

She glanced down at the piece of paper on the passenger seat to look at the description he had given. She parked the car and slowly strolled through the parking lot along the row of rooms. As a hotel, it didn't offer much. As a place for this particular meeting, it was ideal. She barely noted the small diner attached to the building. Checking her paper one more time, she approached the room. The door was slightly ajar and with a trembling hand she pushed it open all the way. Movement within drew her eyes and for a single endless moment, she stood frozen staring at the shape of him. With a start she realized he was beckoning her to come in.

As she moved through the door, she saw him disappear deep into the shadows of the room. Her body trembled almost imperceptibly as she stepped through the door. Her heart was racing and she could feel the flush of color filling her skin. Her eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight of outdoors to the slightly darker interior of the room. She flinched when the heavy door swung closed behind her, the slam deafening in the silence. And there he was, sitting in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Her eyes lifted until she found herself trapped in his gaze. He held her stare for a moment before his eyes traveled leisurely down her body.

While he looked her over, she saw herself through his eyes; skin flushed and trembling, green eyes glowing with the conflict of hesitancy and need, neck hugged by a black circle of leather with the word "treasure" burned into it. She saw his eyes light approvingly as he took in her appearance: her low-cut top skimming over the curve of her breasts, her short black skirt barely covering the roundness of her ass. His eyes reached the soft black suede of her heeled boots before he lifted them back to her eyes.

As he returned her gaze, she saw everything she always thought she would see in them: the affection, the lust, the hunger, and the darkness that promised worlds of pleasure and pain for her. Something inside her broke and she moved closer to him with an easy grace, rising up on her toes before slowly sinking to her knees in front of him. In the small space, his presence was overwhelming. She breathed in the rich masculine aroma of him and gave herself over to him. He saw the instant of her surrender and smiled to himself, watching as she lowered herself to her knees, her beautiful eyes veiled by down swept lashes, her hands placed lightly on her thighs palms up, her knees parted enough for him to see the tiniest of thongs covering her, her hair was held in a high ponytail on top of her head.

For a moment he merely looked at her kneeling in front of him. As yet there had been no words spoken between them. This was their first face-to-face meeting, and yet it seemed to him that he had always known her. Within himself he felt the same conflict looking at her that he had always felt online, the desire to gather her into his arms and hold her and cherish her matched by the darker urge to take her, use her, hurt her. His blood heated as he watched the faint trembling of her body and he knew which would be the first instinct he would follow.

Without warning his hand snaked out, grabbing her by the ponytail and hauling her up to his chest. He barely heard the startled gasp she made, but he couldn't miss the sudden heat flaring in her eyes. With his free hand he took hold of her shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Before she had a chance to react, his mouth was plundering hers. She felt the barely controlled violence coursing through him and her kiss was the most curious mixture of sweet pliability and a hunger that matched his own. His hands mauled her breasts through the delicate lace of her white bra. Growling into the kiss, he yanked the straps down her shoulders until her tits tumbled free. 

She whimpered into his kiss as he pinched and twisted her nipples, large strong hands squeezing and kneading her tits. He delighted in how her nipples grew and stiffened...pinching them cruelly between his fingers and stretching them out before letting them snap back against her chest. He loved the soft cry that accompanied each snap, the way her body stiffened, and the mewling sounds she made. He wrapped his hand in her ponytail and pulled her lips from him, gazing at her, his eyes hard and unforgiving.

Nipples throbbing from his torment, she met his eyes.... hers shining brightly with unshed tears. He spoke for the first time, "You're late." She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again at the look of warning in his eyes. Lowering her gaze she nodded mutely. He stood abruptly, tumbling her to the floor before she could catch herself, his hand still wrapped in her hair. Using the ponytail, he hauled her onto the bed and positioned her on her knees, stretching her arms out and cuffing them to the bed frame. She heard the whisper of his belt as he slid it from the loops.

He watched her trembling, dark hunger blazing in his eyes. He would tame this beauty. Tame her and make her his own, forever and irrevocably. He folded the belt in his hands, taking special precaution to wrap the buckle in the palm of his hand. He ran one finger of his free hand along her spine, bent and lifted her skirt and twisted his fingers into her thong. He took a moment to appreciate how the crimson silk rose out of the crack of her ass before giving it a yank, ripping it from her body. Her startled gasp floated up to his ears and he grinned savagely. She jumped as he laid his hand on the small of her back.

Drawing the belt back, he held it briefly, watching her body tense in anticipation, then let it fly. The leather met her ass with a resounding crack, her shoulders lifting off the bed, a cry of pain torn from her lips. He followed that stroke with four more, laying them neatly one next to the other, five perfect welts rising on her ass. The tears were beginning to flow from those lovely eyes. He moved his hand from her back, running one finger along her slit, nodding in satisfaction feeling the juices dripping from her. She shook with choking sobs; soft moans mingling with her cries. Her hips hunched against his finger. Pulling his finger from her soaked pussy, he reached around her and smeared her juices under her nose, across her lips. 

Blushing brightly as she smelled the evidence of her own arousal, she moaned softly, acutely aware of the lines painting her ass. She shivered, his fingers tracing along the welts. Each one had seemed like someone painting lines of fire across her ass, each blow blazing a trail straight to her drenched pussy. Her hips rolled into his touch. She rubbed her wrists as he uncuffed them, her freedom a momentary pleasure as he rolled her over and refastened her to the bed frame. She writhed on the bed, pain and lust burning brightly through her eyes.

He stood next to the bed surveying his hot little slut. He had many things in mind for this day, but as he stood there, he shifted uncomfortably. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he needed relief now. There would be plenty of time later to explore her whore body, to bring her to the heights of pleasure and pain. Unbuttoning his pants, he watched as her eyes dropped to feast hungrily on the obvious bulge there, her tongue unconsciously sweeping across her lips. He almost chuckled at the sight of her. Her ass burning, shackled to his bed, she was still squirming on the blanket like a bitch in heat. 

Her eyes locked onto him, she watched as he tossed aside his jeans and shorts, her eyes fastened to his cock bobbing in front of him. She had no idea of the picture of wanton lust she created. Swinging one leg over her, he straddled her chest. His cock waved in her face and she groaned aloud, wanting to taste him, to lick him, to feed on him. He laughed shortly, knowing that he had different plans. She would taste his cock all right, not on her terms but on his own.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, fisting it in front of her lips, an evil glint in his eyes, a hard smirk surfacing, watching as her lips parted and her tongue darted out, desperately flicking around trying to taste him. He smacked her cheeks with his shaft, leaving a smeary trail of precum across her skin. Her moans of frustration reached his ears.

She wanted his cock so bad, wanted to feel it battering past her lips, over her tongue. With his hand wrapped around the shaft, he pushed past her sticky lips, his other hand curling around the slender column of her throat. He squeezed slightly, enough to make her feel the pressure but not enough to stifle her breath. Relentlessly he pushed his hips forward, a slow deliberate motion. He nearly groaned aloud as her lips closed around him, engulfing him in the sweet heat of her slut mouth.

His cock bumped the back of her throat and he paused for the merest fraction of a second, watching her eyes, needing to see. Then he thrust forward, burying his length in the tight confines of her throat with an animal growl. He watched her eyes widen, heard her gag as her throat fought to expel his invading cock. His hand tightened on her throat. He could feel his dick stretching her open. She twisted under him, her throat clenching around him, her gagging and choking bringing him indescribable pleasure.

Panic filled her eyes, her heart racing. His cock was lodged in her throat. She bucked her hips up. Fighting for air, her hands twisted in the shackles. He pulled his hips back and she sucked in a great gasp of air before he drove into her throat again. His eyes were closed, taking his pleasure from her mouth. Animalistic groans filled the small space. His cock pistoned in and out of her mouth, using her throat for his pleasure. It wasn't long before he threw his head back and gave a shout, emptying his cock into her throat. She swallowed frantically to avoid drowning in his cum. He sagged down on her chest, letting his cock fall from her mouth. For a moment he didn't move, then he glanced down at her, noting her lipstick smeared across her mouth, her mascara running down her cheeks. He rolled off her and laid beside her. Fingers trailed down her body, pushing aside the ruins of her shirt, her bra up under her armpits. He gave a satisfied chuckle as he stroked her, whispering softly in her ear. "Just the beginning my filthy whore."

He laid beside her for several moments, idly stroking her flesh, an idea slowly dawning in his mind. Giving a final pinch to one nipple, he rose from the bed and looked down at her. "I'm hungry slut. Let's go over and get something to eat." 

She looked down at the shredded remains of her shirt and lifted her eyes to him in disbelief. He rummaged around and tossed her a safety pin. She fastened it to at least hold her shirt closed across her breasts. She was trembling but it never entered her mind to refuse him anything. While she tried to pins together her shirt, he continued to poke around in the duffle bag she had failed to notice next to the chair he was sitting in. Finally he gave a grunt of satisfaction and threw something onto the bed.

She just stood there looking at it as he slipped something into his pocket. He looked at her, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "Don't just stand there. Put it on." She picked it up and figured out the straps, slipping her legs through the holes and pulling the contraption up until it nestled between her thighs. There was a hard plastic circle pressing against her clit. She closed the last strap around her waist and let her skirt fall, looking up at him expectantly. He nodded shortly and opened the door for her to go out. As she stepped from the room, a breath of wind lifted her skirt, revealing her bare ass to anyone who happened to be watching. She waited for him to follow her out, smiling shyly up at him as he tucked her hand into his larger one and guided her towards the diner.

After they were seated, he handed her a menu. Just as the waitress approached to take their drink order, he reached into his pocket with a sly smile. She opened her mouth to ask for a coke just as the contraption between her legs buzzed to life. A shocked gasp burst from her lips causing the waitress to look at her curiously. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled not to moan. She looked over at him pleadingly. He merely smiled and asked, "Would you like me to order for you?" All she could do was nod helplessly. After he placed their order, the waitress walked away, still giving her strange looks.

As soon as she was gone he turned off the wireless vibrator she was wearing and she collapsed against the back of the booth, eyes hot, cheeks flushing. She reached a shaking hand for her glass of water, but just as she brought it to her lips, he turned it on again. She jerked and spilled water down the front of herself, gasping at the icy coldness. Just as quick it was turned off. His voice was low and powerful as he spoke to her. "Maybe we need to get some rules straight between us. When in my presence, you do nothing without permission. You don't eat, you don't drink, nothing. Am I clearly understood?" She nodded and lifted questioning eyes to him. He nodded his permission for her to answer. "Yes Master."

"Since that was not made clear before now, you will not be punished this time. Now that that is out of the way, let's enjoy our lunch and get to know each other better." The time passed quickly. She found him to be intelligent and witty and before she knew it the waitress was setting plates down in front of them. She was almost prepared when the vibrator buzzed to life again, but this time he didn't turn it off when the waitress left. He nodded at her plate and told her to eat her lunch. She struggled with each bite. She could feel her juices leaking from her pussy. He kept the vibrations low enough to keep her from cresting, but high enough to keep her on the edge in torment.

All through lunch he kept talking, asking her questions. She fought through the haze of lust to answer him, growing more and more frantic with each passing moment. All the while he had a growing look of amusement on his lips. Her face was flushed, her skin glistening. She could barely concentrate on her surroundings as the vibrator tingled maddeningly against her clit. She caught herself squirming against the seat, trying to angle it to push her over the edge.

She realized he was speaking and looked at him guiltily. Impatiently he repeated himself. "Is there something you need slut?" She spoke breathlessly, "Please Master. Please take me out of here."

He chuckled softly, "No." She simply stared at him. "If you want to cum, you'll do it right here, writhing in that seat, people all around you, looking at you, knowing what a wanton whore you are." His voice grew harder as she shook her head. "You'll beg me to let you come right where you sit, or I guarantee you will not for the remainder of our time together. And believe me, I can keep you in this state for a very long time."

Tears filled her eyes, but her need was too great to allow her to refuse. Her voice was soft, needful pleading filling her words. "P-please Master...please allow your slut to cum." She bit down on her lip as the vibe shifted, tormenting a new area of her sensitive clit. He pursed his lips, as if mulling it over. "Not the best I've ever heard but it will do for now."

She dug her fingers into the table as he increased the speed of the vibrator, a long pleading groan falling from her lips. She bit down on her tongue to keep from crying aloud as the vibrations rolled through her. He watched her closely, whispering. "Cum for me slut, now."

She arched her back and tasted blood as she bit down harder on her tongue, trembling and shaking as the pleasure washed through her. He turned off the vibrator and she slumped against the seat, panting heavily. As her eyes came back into focus, she noticed several other customers leering at her with knowing grins. She blushed fiercely as Master rose and held out his hand to her. "Let's continue this back in the room, shall we." She tucked her hand into his and followed him out, feeling her juices running down her thighs. 

Once they were outside the door of the restaurant, he laughed and scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to him in a fierce embrace. His lips nuzzled her hair as he whispered over and over how proud of her he was. She glowed in his arms, her embarrassment forgotten in his loving words of praise. He carried her all the way to the room, shifting to throw her over his shoulder so he could open the door. She was laughing in delight through all this, right up until he tossed her onto the small bed. The flush of her cheeks glowed in the dim light, her eyes bubbling with joy. He bent over her and rapidly dispensed with her clothes leaving her naked and writhing on the bed. He laid her gently onto her back...stretching her arms over her head and cuffing her to the bed frame once again. Then he spread her legs and did the same with her ankles.

For a moment he stood staring at her, splayed out for his pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took, her wrists spun in the grip of the cuffs, twisting back and forth. She would rub them raw if she kept that up. Gently he wrapped his hands around her wrists and stilled her with a look. Her restless movements ceased as she met his eyes and she felt herself falling into his gaze. Even when he removed his hands from her wrists and stood up, she couldn't look away. Deliberately, he took off his clothes, folding them and putting them neatly to the side, a sharp contrast to the disheveled remains of her own.

The bed sank in as he sat on the edge next to her. His powerful, callused hand running from her throat down to her hips. This was the moment he had been waiting for. This time to touch her; explore her, her body open and available to him. He inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of her earlier arousal filling his nostrils. Her skin felt so soft under his rough touch. He ran one finger over her lips, heard her breath catch in her throat, smiled when her lips parted, sure that she was unaware of the action. 

His finger pushed past her soft lips, his lips curling into a hard smile as he watched her close her mouth around the thick digit, her tongue curling around it as he pushed it deeper, fucking her mouth with his finger. At the same time he used his free hand to explore her. First he stroked along her throat, watching her eyes closely as he squeezed and relaxed, varying the pressure. He saw nervousness dancing in the depths of her eyes, and buried beneath it, unwavering trust. His hand nearly shook as he was finally confronted by the depths of her faith in him, always having sensed it, now seeing it for himself. 

She groaned around his finger as his hand moved lower to her tits. Uttering a low chuckle, he pushed a second finger between her lips, idly fucking her mouth as he squeezed and twisted the soft flesh of her tits, moving from one to the other. She nearly came off the bed as his fingers found her nipple. She broke her seal around his fingers with a gasp. As a warning, he pinched her nipple tightly, at the same time thrusting his fingers deep into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. Obediently she closed her lips around them again, sucking them. He lowered his head as she watched wide-eyed, his tongue darting out to flick rapidly over the instantly rigid nub. She hissed in a sharp breath around his fingers as his teeth closed over the nipple.




First Meeting



Tears filled her eyes when he bit down, stretching the nipple out from her body before releasing it with a snap. He moved his head, giving the same treatment to her other nipple, all the while continuing the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers in her mouth. He spoke around a mouthful of flesh, "If there is something I have given you to suck, slut, you will do so unceasingly, regardless of what I may do to any other part of you. This is but a gentle reminder. You do not want to make me remind you again."

His rough fingers plundered her mouth; causing her to gag each time he thrust them deeply in...tickling the back of her throat. He watched her struggles with a self-satisfied smile. He shifted on the bed...turning his attention lower on her body...her legs were spread...her clean-waxed pussy lips swollen and glistening. She was dripping from his treatment of her...he dipped his finger into her cunt, bringing it to his lips, tasting her juices. He leaned over her body, his face in her cunt. Closing his teeth over her pouty lips, he chewed harshly on her, reveling in the way her body shook beneath him. He bit down harder when he felt her teeth graze his fingers, punishing her for the slip. Immediately he felt her teeth withdraw and he softened his grip on her. His tongue slipped from between her lips, curling around the hard nub of her clit.

She writhed beneath him as he tongued her, alternating the gentle licks with soft bites. He could feel the tension rising rapidly in her body. She was panting heavily, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow. Whimpering pleas dripped from her lips, and still she never stopped sucking the fingers moving faster in her mouth, thrusting in and out of the wet heat like a cock. Just when he sensed she had reached the point of no return, he stopped everything he was doing, chuckling as she groaned in frustration, "Please Master." Her voice was thick with need, but he didn't answer her. He just silently skimmed his fingers up and down the length of her body. 

When he sensed she had calmed somewhat, he rose and straddled her chest, his cock bobbing in front of her face. He wrapped his hand around the base and fisted it in front of her, grinning at her efforts to reach the head with her tongue. He grew more and more excited himself feeling her squirming under him. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum from the tip. He slid down her body and settled between her thighs, positioning his cock at her entrance. With a powerful lunge forward he drove his cock fully into her.

Her cry caught in her throat, her body instinctively opening to welcome his cock. Her hips lifted off the bed, wrists and ankles straining against the restraints, aching to touch him, to wrap herself around him. He pounded his cock into her...her hips rising to meet each thrust. She felt the ridges of his cock scraping over her inner walls...her head tossed back and forth as lust rose up in her...jolting her body with each powerful thrust. He reached a hand down between her splayed thighs, finding her swollen clit, alternating between rubbing and pinching it. Her body bucked wildly beneath him, her eyes glazing over.... his name tumbling from her lips as he drove her to the heights and whispered to her harshly, "Not yet...wait...wait for it." Whimpering pleas fell from her lips, a waterfall of need, desperation edging her tone. He slammed into her harder...feeling the cum boiling in his balls, his cock thickening inside her. Just as she thought she could take no more, she heard his rough command, "Now."

With that one word she broke free of the tension holding her coiled tightly...hips bucking wildly...his name torn from her throat in a primal scream. He gave a loud shout and thrust powerfully into her, his cock exploding...pumping thick fountains of cum deep into her sweet cunt. She felt him throbbing inside her as tears rolled down her cheeks. He quickly released her and gathered her to himself...laying with her on the bed as they both slowly drifted back to earth. Her eyes fluttered gently...nearly dozing as he held her closely. She barely heard his quiet whisper, "Mine."



First Meeting



Handing her keys to the valet, she turns and walks up to the doorway of the elegant hotel. The doorman tips his hat and smiles as he opens the door for the woman. "Good afternoon, miss. Will you be staying with us or can I direct you to one of our restaurants or other services?"

Keeping her head down, she speaks quietly, "I'm meeting someone here, thank you, though."

"No problem, miss, you'll find a lovely seating area should your appointment be late."

She smiles briefly, not wanting to meet his gaze. She walks into the lobby and looked around. There is a beautiful fountain directly ahead with a small restaurant set up to look like an outdoor café on a Parisian avenue - and a larger, more formal restaurant directly behind it. On the other side of the large room are a small newsstand and the concierge desk. Groups of chairs and tables fill the rest of the room, many occupied by businessmen discussing the latest stockmarket trends or weary mothers trying to control their children while their husbands grabbed snacks or trinkets from the shops. There are a few stray loners, most of them men, traveling alone, reading a paper, talking on their cell phones, nervously looking at their watches. A few couples walk about hand in hand, discussing the nightlife attractions they would soon see, laughing and smiling at each other. 

Her eyes wander about the room...briefly looking at each man, wondering if he was the one. She shivers under her jacket, momentarily rethinking the decision she had made to meet him here. She knows that she still has time to back down, to turn around and walk back to get her car, telling the doorman that her appointment had cancelled. She turns and looks to the street... her heart pounding in her chest...but not from fear. She has waited so long for this day and she realizes, standing there, looking around, that her heart pounds from excitement, not fear.

He had told her to go to the café and order a drink, being sure to be seated at the very edge of the seating area facing the hotel desk. She walks slowly over to the hostess and requests the seat he had mentioned. The tables in the café are high rise pub tables and the accompanying stools are armless and very comfortable looking. She hesitates as she sits in the chair he had chosen for her, realizing that there was no tablecloth and no way to hide her actions from the room she would be facing almost directly into. She thinks about changing seats, to one slightly less noticeable, but at that moment she can almost feel him watching her from the lobby, and she knows there was no turning back.

She orders a peach Bellini, hoping the spirits will soothe her and calm her, relieving her inhibitions for what was to come. She takes a piece of paper from her bag, reading it briefly, her face flushing as the waitress delivers her drink. She looks out across the lobby, thankful that but for a few people, the lobby has cleared. All of the children have been taken to their rooms or their cars and the few people left seemed involved in their own doings and too busy to observe her.

She takes a long gulp of her drink, feeling the alcohol burn her throat, glad she had not eaten much for dinner and hoping the spirits would hit her quickly. She sets the glass down and slowly spreads her legs below the table, blushing at the thought of anyone noticing her actions. He had insisted that she not wear any panties, and the height of the bistro seating left her private parts at eye level to anyone seated in the lobby. 

She looks around warily, a little calmer that she has not yet been noticed; at least not by anyone but Him. He had told her that he would be watching her, unseen for the most part. He would not tell her what he would be wearing, but he demanded that she tell him of her dress down to the smallest detail. 

She closes her eyes, mentally aware of his presence, and takes a deep breath as she slips her hand into her lap, pulling her short skirt up even higher. As she slides her hand between her legs, she raises her glass again, trying to appear as normal as possible. A moment later, she almost drops her drink, as she hears a man clear his throat only a few feet away. Her eyes fly open, only to see him seated with his back to her, still clearing his throat innocently. 

She breathes a sigh of relief, too soon in coming, as her gaze travels to the man's left and she sees another man smiling appreciatively at her; nudging his companion to watch as she toys with herself in front of them. She stops the movement of her hand, not leaving her lap, but unnerved at the thought of two strangers watching her touch herself in such an intimate way, and in such a public place. As the men start quietly smirking, another turns his head to follow their gaze, and she is met with another appreciative smile. She wants to turn and run, but she knows it is too late, she is committed...and contrary to everything she believes to be proper and sensible...she is excited.

She finishes her drink, and steps down from the stool. Dropping her napkin, just as He had directed her to... and bending over to pick it up, she feels her skirt hike high on her thighs, feeling the air as it brushes her wetness, knowing that if the men are still watching, they will be getting quite the show.

She stands up and steps to the cashier, paying for her drink and walking past the men who had been watching her. They beam as she went by, and she manages a weak smile, feeling their eyes burning into her as she makes her way to the concierge desk.

"Yes, Miss, can I help you?" the young man says from his post behind the desk.

"My name is Cate O'Connell. I believe you have a package for me?" the woman says shyly. 

"Yes, Ms. O'Connell. It's right here. Mr. Smith left it for you just a short while ago. Please let me know if I can be of further service to you." The man hands her a small envelope. She takes it, her hand trembling slightly.

"Thank you, I will." She says as she turns to walk away. Opening the envelope she finds a room key card...and a note that says, "The room number is 1225. It is the last room on the right on the 12th floor. Prepare yourself and I will be there shortly. By the way, lovely dress – and the Bellini looked scrumptious." It was signed, "Master"

Her eyes dart around the room, looking for him, sensing his presence. She walks quickly to the elevator, still unnerved by the knowledge that he is watching her every move and she has no clue as to what he looks like. 

She presses the up button, relieved that an elevator arrives quickly. It startles her when a man's hand presses against the door as it closes, forcing the doors open again. Her heart races as he looked deep into her eyes and smiles. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" he speaks as he touches the 15th floor button.

She just smiles and nods...trying to slow her heart, amazed again at how excited – and wet - she feels. The elevator starts its slow ride up, stopping once at the 8th floor, but no one got on. As the doors open on the 12th floor, she turns to smile again at the man still remaining in the elevator. Stepping awkwardly out of the elevator, she almost walks right into the large man blocking her exit. "I'm so sorry," she says apologetically as she trembles to regain her composure and her balance. 

"No problem, honey. Glad to help a damsel in distress anytime," the large well-built older gentleman chuckles as he steps back from the elevator. "Looks like this one is going up anyway." Smiling briefly, she turns to walk down the long hallway to room 1225. 

Inserting the room key into the slot on the door, she sees the green LED blink twice and the door lock open. She takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, expecting darkness and instead finding the room dimly lit, the soft glow from the table lamp highlighting the beautiful brass canopy bed and the two objects that lay there. She closes the door behind her, listening to be sure she is alone. Her heart races and her breathing quickens. She has made it this far, she would make it all the way, she thinks to herself.

Her thoughts drift back to His instructions and stepping into the bathroom to relieve herself, she pauses briefly at the mirror, seeing herself as she has never seen herself before. Her long blonde hair is drawn back into a pony tail, cascading into a mass of waves down her back. A single wave graces her brow, with several wisps of hair having found their way to frame her face. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement, her lips trembling under the red lipstick He had insisted she wear. Her eyes are smokey with shadow and mascara, as well as liner which brings out her blue-grey eyes, giving her the appearance of a woman slightly less than a lady. She only hopes that her actions would do the same.

She turns from the mirror and walks into the room. Standing near the table, she disrobes, carefully placing her clothes on the chair and her shoes under the table. She reaches over and grabs the two items that lay on the bed, glancing at them briefly before placing them on the nightstand. She lies down on the bed, retrieving the items from the nightstand and positioning herself in the middle of the bed, as He had instructed.

She takes the first item and gently placed the blindfold over her eyes, denying her sight of Him and what he would do until he chose to allow her to see. She then takes the handcuffs, looping the length of chain around the brass of the headboard and driving the locks home around her wrists, her hands raised and fixed above her head.

She lay there in her own private darkness, transfixed, trembling, hoping he would arrive, hoping he would never show up. She wrestles with her mind over her decision to meet Him here... but in the end knows that it is all part of giving herself completely to him. She only hopes that she has not disappointed him yet.

Her other senses heighten against the loss of her sight; she hears footsteps in the hallway and then a card being inserted into the door. Her heart feels as if it will burst from her chest as the door opens. She can almost feel his eyes, leering at her nakedness as she senses him approach the bed.

Ooowwww... she cries out as he grabs at her nipple, pulling it taut, twisting it harshly. She feels him on the bed, leaning down to her, whispering softly... "You were late, my slut. You were supposed to be in the lobby at precisely 7 and you didn't arrive until five after. I expect you to respect my orders and be on time. Do you understand?" He pinches her tit firmly, stretching it, biting it, teasing it with his tongue.

"Yes Sir," she says, "but..."

"There will be no "buts" from you, you little slut. When I give you an order, you will obey it, or you will pay the consequences." He slaps her other breast, causing her to wince. "And furthermore, you will reply only with a Yes, Sir or a No, Sir when you are speaking to me. Once again, do you understand, slut?"

"Yes, Sir" she groans as she feels the sensitive flesh of her breast burn under his hand.

"Good. Then we shall have no problems, only pleasure," He speaks coolly, rising from the bed. She hears metal clinking against metal and soon feels his fingertips rubbing against her slightly tender teats. "Perhaps this will serve as a reminder of what happens to sluts who keep their masters waiting," he says as he attaches a clamp to her hard nipple. She moans as the clamp digs into her, compressing her sensitive flesh, first one breast and then the other. She feels him pull the chains that are attached to the clamps, hearing them clink as he wraps them around the canopy bars overhead. "And perhaps so you will understand how much your disobedience weighs on my mind," he chuckles at his own pun as he attaches first one and then a second weight to each of the chains. 

She moans loudly as the weights tug her breasts away from her body, stretching her nipples taut. He gently flicks at the nubs poking out from between the two arms of the clamps, causing her to wriggle and cry out loudly.

"Well, it appears that my little slut can't be quiet, but we can solve that." He says as he pulls a ball gag from the nightstand and forces it between her lips. "Open wide," he speaks firmly, his words only reinforcing her mixture of emotions as she lay helpless at the hands of this stranger. He presses the gag between her teeth, fixing the buckle snugly against her head. "There, that should keep you quiet, or at least quieter," he laughs smugly. 

She feels his hand at her slit, prying her legs apart, forcing three of his fingers deep into her pussy. She wants to cry out that she isn't ready yet, but she realizes that even if she could speak, her words would fall on deaf ears, and her body would betray the truth. He finger-fucks her roughly, probing her depths, teasing her clit...feeling her writhe and cry out behind her gag, the chains and weights swaying and pulling against her nipples as she moves.

Taking his clothes off and tossing them on the chair, he moves to the bed once again. Without a word of warning, he spreads her legs and pushes against them, leaving her open and wide as he drove his hard cock deeply into pussy with a single thrust. He feels her shudder as he withdraws slowly, and gasp as he thrusts into her again. "Yes, you little slut, you love it when I take you and use you, don't you. You love having a cock in your hot, wet little hole, don't you, slut." 

"Yes, Sir" comes her answer, garbled by the gag in her mouth and the saliva running down her face.

"What, my little slut? I don't think I heard you.," he says, slapping at her breasts, causing the weights attached to the chains to sway violently, pulling her nipples into sharp points. He laughs as she groaned into the gag. "Yes, you do love it so, don't you?" He thrusts himself into her again, pounding against her, pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Just as abruptly as he started fucking her, he stops... pulling out of her...leaving her panting and moaning. "Time for a change of position, slut." He whispers to her, "but first, these must come off." He reaches for one of the clamps, watching her face contort beneath the blindfold. "You know how much it hurt when I put this on you, my dear?" She nods her head violently. He quickly releases the clamp, causing her to cry out, her scream muffled by the gag. "Nodding is not an answer my slut," he continues. "Shall we try again?"

"Yes, Sir" comes the muffled reply.

"Good girl" he says with a smile. "Now this time, I will ease the clamp off slowly, and you will feel the pain, and pleasure, as the blood flow returns to your nipple. Are you ready, my slut?"

"Yes, Sir" she sobs, anticipating the pain, as he slowly releases the clamp. She groans again, as the pain courses thru her breast, but then, slowly, the pain brings with it another sensation... her clit throbs suddenly, and she feels her muscles begin to pulse. 

Unnnggggggghhhhhhh... she moans, and her Master, recognizing that she is close to cumming, slaps her slit sharply.

"You may not cum until I tell you to, slut." He growls as he twists her onto her belly, slapping her ass roughly. Crack... she feels his hand against her flesh... crack, crack... he slaps her cheeks harshly one side to the other, pushing her down into the bed. CRACK! He slaps her harder. "Lay still, slut," he says coolly as he feels her move to avoid his hand.

She tries to obey, but the next slap hits its mark and she jerks as she feels the heat on her already reddened ass. "I can see you're still having trouble obeying my orders. I think you need to understand the consequences in a different way." His voice is stern, and she feels her heart pound, her thoughts racing as he slips his cock once again deeply into her swollen and wet pussy.

She relaxes briefly, enjoying the feeling of fullness that his cock provides. But the pleasure is only momentary as she feels him pull out and feels the tip of his cock at the tight entrance to her ass. She cries out from behind the gag...."Nooooooo..." and too late realizes her mistake.

"No, my little slut? You are telling me no? But a dirty slut like you would love to be ass-fucked, don't you think? Weren't you thinking of all the nasty things I would do to you as you played with yourself in front of those men downstairs? Only a nasty little slut would do something like that in such a public place. And nasty little sluts love having their asses fucked by men in strange hotel rooms." His words burn into her brain, as she realizes that everything he is saying is true. 

She gasps as he pushes against her tight hole, crying out against the gag as he begins to bury the head of his cock in her ass. He grabs her pony tail, pulling her head back, as he thrusts slowly into her, barely giving her the opportunity to adjust to the intrusion. "Yes, my little slut," he gasps as he fills her hole, "you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit." He feels the tightness of her ass around his cock, feels her begin to press back against him, meeting his thrusts. Crack! His hand hits her ass again, pain mixing with pleasure, causing her to moan and jerk her hips forcing his throbbing cock deep into her. Crack, crack, crack, crack...he slaps her cheeks harder, feeling her pussy throbbing, her skin heating under his hand. "Mmmmm...the little slut likes getting her ass spanked, does she?" 

His words only add to her excitement. She wants to reach down and finger her clit as he pounds into her, but her hands remain cuffed over her head. As if reading her mind, he pulls her hips up high and reaches below her, softly tapping at her clit with the pad of his finger. He has stopped driving into her, his cock throbbing as it lay buried deep inside her. The sudden change in his actions frustrates her. She wants to feel him thrust against her, wants to feel his hand as he punishes her cheeks, but instead all she feels is his finger, tapping her clit... He senses her frustration and laughs...whispering to her, "My little slut will learn that I alone control her pleasure. You will cum when I allow you to, and you will give yourself to me to use you for my pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." She nods as she breathes out the words from behind her gag.

Pulling her hair back, causing her to arch her back, he reaches for her breast as he begins to drive into her again. He kneads the flesh of her breast, and then tweaks her tender nipples, causing her to groan. "Yes, you are almost ready, my toy." Releasing her breast, he returns his fingers to her clit, at first tapping it again, then slowly drawing circles across it, occasionally sliding his finger into her pussy to draw away her juices to lubricate his finger.

He feels her muscles tighten as her breathing becomes ragged once again. Feeling his own release become imminent, he plunges deep into her ass, fingering her clit. Over and over he rides her, until he feels his balls tighten and the first wave of release wash over him... "Cum for me now, slut" he groans as he fingers her faster, feeling her muscles tightening around his cock. His hot fluid shoots deep into her, her own orgasm causing the muscles of her ass to milk his cock. 

He pulls out slowly, collapsing next to her trembling body. "Very sweet, my slut," he whispers as he feels her body quake from the intensity of her orgasm. She feels him rise and hears him go to the bathroom, washing away the wetness of their sex. She tries to roll onto her back, but realizes she cannot. She hears him move past the bed, putting his clothes back on as she lies there, still immobilized, darkness still covering her eyes.

Finished dressing, he moves to the bed and sits beside her, gently helping her roll onto her back. He removes her gag, putting his finger to her lips when she tries to speak. "Hush, my little one." He whispers, leaning down to brush her lips with his own. "I will give you one more order before I leave you. Keep in mind that if you do not obey me, your punishment the next time we meet will be severe. I will release your hands from the cuffs, but you will not remove your blindfold until you have heard the door close behind me. Understand?"




First Meeting



Bewildered, she manages a weak, "Yes, Sir." She wants to see this man who has just ravaged her body, bringing her so much pain... and such incredible pleasure. But she also knows that if she disobeys his order, he will know. Somehow, even if it is just a momentary glance, he will know.

She feels him unlock the cuffs, rubbing her wrists where the metal had cut into them. She is amazed at his gentleness...her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She feels him rise and walk to the door. "Til next time," he says. She hears his hand on the door handle and feels the change in the air as the door opens.  

She pulls off the blindfold just in time to see a tall well dressed gentleman with just a touch of gray in his hair walk through the door. He stops momentarily, and she draws in a breath, afraid that he will turn around and see that she has disobeyed him.  But he continues on, the door pulling shut behind him.

He knows, she thinks to herself. Somehow, he knows.



First Meeting



Finally the day of my arrival had begun. You knew you were going to blow me out of the water on our first meeting, especially after everything that had gone before us. Thankfully its spring and so the warmth in the days gives you more confidence than normal when choosing what to wear. Not that it's going to be a hard decision for you. You settle instantly on a black A skirt number with a pert white cotton blouse that verges on the point of being formal. As you look at yourself in the mirror you wonder what I'll think when I finally get to see you in all your naked glory and can't help but have a twinge of anxiety run straight to your stomach, which is where you're looking.

"Damn it Robin, you're the mother of two children, what the hell does he expect: Elle McPherson – well, he's got me!" 

you reassure yourself just as I had always done.

You expertly dress yourself in your chosen outfit after carefully loving every part of your body as you luxuriated in your early morning bath. Yes, it was luxuriating because for the rest of the week you have the place all to yourself having taken the children to your parents to play with the prairie dogs at the farm. You know how much they'll enjoy themselves so you don't feel an ounce of guilt, just sudden jolts of,

"O my God, he's arriving today"

which put you in check every so often. After all the stories that had been exchanged between us you know how you'd like this first meeting to go and so with your knowledge of what turns us both on you dress to impress. Your legs are silky beyond belief after the beauty treatment you had on the weekend and so you simply rub some exquisite smelling lotion into them and pull your skirt on. It does up just so and you feel exhilarated when you look at yourself in the mirror. Next is the shirt, which you do up to just show off the tops of your firm breasts. So you've had a couple of children but you're in amazing shape and you know I'm going to be blown away with every part of you, which is why you teasingly leave your bra and panties off the clothing list today so that you can tease me as much as possible.

On your way back from dropping the children off your van developed a fault and so it was at the garage being fixed, which meant that Owen was taking you to the train station so you could make your way to the airport to pick me up. Not the way you'd have liked it but it might just serve us both well as we start to get to know one another face to face. Owen arrives and is stunned by how slick you look and instantly compliments you on how good you smell. 

"You be sure to ring me and let me know he's not an axe murderer you hear!"

is the last thing he tells you before you head towards the open doors on the train. You've pushed the boat out and treated yourself to a first class seat so you can stretch out in style and this is the way we'll return to so it'll be a much quieter, less intruded upon first meeting as we have a small cabin to ourselves on the 4 hour journey back from the airport.

Luckily the flight was as smooth as a pond without the slightest ripple, which means I've slept like a baby and am wide eyed and bushy tailed by the time I land and psych myself up to meet you. As soon as I walk through the arrivals gate our eyes lock and rather than run at one another we mysteriously check each other out as I walk towards you. 

"Hey Robin!"

are the first words out of my mouth as we finally meet. I lean forward and peck you on the cheek, not daring to presume I could do more and gently squeeze your shoulder as we engage in our first contact. 

"Hey yourself smart ass!" 

and so the ice is broken.

Luckily the train back to SK leaves in an hour so we go and grab a coffee at Starbucks, which gives us time to chat ourselves nearly to exhaustion, so that our coffee is cold before the waitress offers us fresh ones. We get them to go because the train will leave soon and so we head off together. On the way to the train our hands brush together at least a dozen times with a bolt of electricity sent streaming deep into our bodies each time contact is made, neither of us being brave enough at this stage to take the lead and hold the other's hand. I'm shocked and slightly annoyed that you should have stretched yourself to the first class section on the train but am grateful as its peak time and the rest of the train is packed.

All aboard and we're off, hurtling down the tracks through countryside that's alien to me. I'm on your turf now and so your confidence grows in that knowledge. The meal comes and goes swiftly and soon we're left with our bottle of wine and laughter as we make one another laugh. 

"I'm gonna head off to the ladies room."

You announce and so I take the opportunity to go to the gents because the wine has not only gone straight to our heads but our bladders too. As soon as you get into the ladies you call Owen. 

"He's frickin better than I thought ya'know! No axe murderer, you'll have to come over and meet him one afternoon this week, oh, and the accent, man – it's driving me to horny heaven and back – gotta run now."

You straighten yourself in the mirror and look into your own eyes in that knowing way. In the gents I look at my own reflection and can't believe my luck – yes, Robin looks exactly as I imagined and no, I'm not going to run from this one, especially not from such a gorgeous woman like this!

I'm back in the cabin when you arrive back and you sit on the bench opposite me. Where as before I had noticed how much pain you had gone to in order to ensure I only just saw your knees you sit freely now and I notice just what a fabulous looking woman you are. Another couple of hours pass and we're still fully locked onto one another just that by now we've managed to check each other out as much as possible – one distinct bonus of sitting opposite one another. Feeling a lot more at ease I venture down the 

"So, how about we laugh about some of the rampant stories we've sent one another?"

routine and although you blush at first you were hoping this conversation would come around and I notice that as the flush leaves your face your nipples start to press against the white cotton of your shirt and I convince myself you have no bra on. 

"I bet you didn't think I'd talk about this on our first meeting did you?"

I ask you and with that you rummage on your bag and pull out a small wad of papers, 

"No smartie, I kinda thought you would – remember this one about the gala dinner?"

you quickly say as you motion for me to come and get the story from you. As I stand up, my jeans show off my now semi erect cock and you don't miss it at all, 

"See someone's definitely not forgotten it eh Mr"

I'm busted right from the beginning!

I take the story from you and you shuffle yourself on your seat so that your legs are slightly more open than perhaps they need to be and you catch me glancing over the papers at your silky legs. 

"Which bit grabbed you about that one Michael?"

brings me straight into the here and now and although I'm caught slightly off guard I tell you directly, 

"The bit where you bend over and I enter you for the first time!"

Your legs open a little more and I can now see clearly that you're not wearing and panties, which makes me instantly painfully hard as my dick tries to force its way out of my jeans. 

"How about you come and sit with me and we can go through it together"

I proffer and you quickly get up and come and sit next to me

As you're sitting down I lean forward and cup your face in my hand and guide your lips to mine, where all that electricity flows between us as our tongues entwine themselves during what can only be described as the hottest passionate kiss in my life. 

"Come on now – let's not get too carried away young man"

you scold me in a cute way and you sit close to me so that my arm is around you and my hand resting just below your left breast. I can't bear it any longer and let my hand squeeze you gently at first and then a little harder as I find your nipple and make you let out a pleasurable gasp. 

"I've waited a long time for someone like you Robin! You're amazing!"

and with that your hand plunges into my pants, your eyes widening as your hand grasps my cock for the first time. 

"You don't know how long I've fantasised about this and now we're actually going to do it."

You murmur into my ear as your other hand frantically undoes the buttons on my jeans.

Just as you're about to expose me there's a knock at the door: it's the waiter with a final drinks order for us. 

"Phew, that was a close shave"

I sigh as you swiftly get up when he's gone and pull down the shutter on the window of our door and return to sit next to me. 

"Now ... where were we?"

you exclaim in true school teacher style as you quickly pull my cock out. Before we know it my hands are inside your shirt and my tongue is flicking over your nipples bringing you closer and closer to wanting to just let go. Not satiated by simply running my hands from your ankles to just above your knees I push further up and let my thumb play in your moistness so that each time I flick your nipple, or squeeze your breast, my thumb manages to rub exactly in the right place that gets you to push against my hand and let out a whimper as you nuzzle my ear. I know that I must fuck you but I'm worried about that waiter guy coming back.

"I want to ... you know ... I want you to want me to fuck you Robin ... but ... I'm worried ..."

"Shhhhh silly boy – you didn't think I came without panties on for nothing did you?"

you gently reprimand me as you stand up and turn around to face away from me.

"Michael, I want you, and I want you right now – fuck the waiter!"

You hike your skirt up just enough so that I can see the bottom of your amazing arse, which I cup in both hands and squeeze, pulling you down towards my dick, which is now throbbing to be inside you. You lower yourself onto me slowly and I play with you with the head of my cock so that you are aching for me to fuck you when suddenly the train jerks and you sit fully onto my cock, which drives you instantly to cum. All of a sudden our inhibitions are gone and I don't want you t face away from me. I help you to turn around without dismounting, which gives you even more pleasure as you grind onto me and when you are facing me I undo your shirt so that your breasts and loose and I can kiss and tease your nipples as you ride me. You grind yourself against me so that not only are you feeling me deep inside you but your clit catches me every time we come totally together. 

"I'm going to cum Robin if you don't stop that"

"That's ok sweetie, I want you to – but just be a little patient coz I'm also gonna ..."

you trail off as we kiss more forcefully than we could both imagine and as we do, the combination of the motion of the train and our heightened state of horniness we both sigh into one another as we both let go and feel the pleasure together.

We kiss tenderly for a while before you say, 

"I'm just off to the ladies room sweetie – how about you go freshen up too, we'll be there soon"



First Meeting



The day had finally come for Katie and Brandon to meet - after months and months of sharing wonderful thoughts and fantasies, the time had come to turn the dreams into reality. She flew down to stay with him at a beach house that he was renting for them for the weekend, and he couldn't wait for her to arrive. 

He picked her up from the airport and couldn't take his eyes off of her from the moment he saw her. Her smile...her eyes...the low-cut shirt and short skirt she was wearing. He wondered to himself if she knew just how badly she was teasing him at the moment. They laughed and talked as he drove to the beach house.

The plan for the evening was to go to the house so that Katie could freshen up and change after her flight in. Brandon helped her with her bags and showed her to the bedroom. It was late afternoon and there is this quiet cafe on the beach they were set to go to. 

Katie smiled at Brandon and kissed him playfully on the lips before closing the door to the bedroom to change. He waited across the living room for a few moments before hearing the bedroom door creak open.

"Can you help me with this zipper on my skirt?"

He looked back to see her standing at the doorway. He could see her pink lace bra as she held her arms across her chest.

"Sure," he smiled at her.

He walked over to her and she turned around. He moved close behind her and could smell how sweet her hair smelled as he pulled on the stuck zipper. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and felt a chill of excitement go through her body as he breathed in her sweet scent. He let his lips brush gently against the back of her neck as he slid the zipper down. He looked down and could see the waistband of her delicate pink thong. He couldn't stop thinking about how many times he's made her panties wet through words and fantasy and wondered if they were wet at this moment. He slowly put his hands on her hips and held her gently as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. He heard a faint moan and could feel her body respond to the gentle pressure of his lips on her soft skin. 

"I think I got it" he said with a smile.

"Mmmm I think so," she said softly as she took his hands in hers and wrapped them around her waist. 

He pulled her back against him and tightened his arms around her, holding her firmly. She leaned back against him and closed her eyes as she felt his strong embrace. Thoughts and fantasies of this moment flooded her mind as she leaned back against him. She could feel her skirt slowly sliding down her legs as he began kissing her earlobe. Her head tilted back against his shoulder as her skirt fell to the floor and she felt his lips on the side of her neck.

He loved the way her body responded to his touch. He could feel her quiver as he kissed her neck and caressed her bare stomach with his strong hands - his body quivered as well as Katie pressed her ass back against him. He wondered if she could feel how hard he was for her. 

Not only did she feel how hard he was as she pressed back against him, but she could also feel the front of her panties getting instantly wetter. She moaned softly as she felt the cock that she has fantasized about so many times actually pressing against her firm ass. He slid his hands back, over her hips and let his fingertips caress the small of her back before tracing his fingers up to her bra strap. He pushed her bra straps off of her shoulder and unfastened the clasp. He kissed gently up and down her back before taking her hand and turning her to face him. 

He put his hand to her face and they looked into each others eyes for a moment before he kissed her. She put her arms around him and moaned softly into his lips as he sucked her bottom lip. He pressed his body against hers and let her feel his hardness again. She slid her hand from his back to his stomach, pulling up his shirt and rubbing him gently. He moaned as he kissed her, feeling her soft delicate hand caressing his stomach, sliding lower, playfully brushing against the front of his pants. He could tell she wanted to feel his hard cock but was a little shy so he took her hand in his and pressed it firmly to the front of his pants and moaned with her as she felt how hard she had made him.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her so deeply her knees felt weak. He began kissing down her neck and down her chest. He felt her hand in his hair and she held his head against her chest as she felt his lips on her nipples. She felt the tip of his hot wet tongue teasing them before sucking each one into his mouth. He felt her fingers on his zipper and moaned as she pulled it down. He looked up into her eyes as he sucked and licked her nipples then smiled at her as he felt his cock straining against his boxers. 

"Do you want to see it baby?"

"Mmmm please," she moaned.

He watched her eyes looking at his cock as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. He was so hard. Throbbing, with a drop of precum glistening on the tip. Katie smiled at Brandon and reached down and rubbed her fingertip along to top of his shaft and watched as his cock throbbed and he moaned into her ear. She kissed his lips as she teased his hard cock. Then moved her lips to his neck, kissing her way down slowly. She pulled his shirt up and kissed his chest, slowly working her way down his stomach. Chills were going through his spine as he watched her kissing down his body. With each touch of her delicate lips to his skin the chills intensified...

"Mmmmm that feels so good baby," he moaned. 

She got to her knees and smiled up at him before kissing the tip of his hard cock. He kept his eyes locked on hers and felt as if he was going to melt when he watched her open her mouth and suck the head of his throbbing dick. He moaned and put his hands in her soft hair, letting her take his cock into her hot wet mouth inch by inch.

"Mmmm you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth baby."

She moaned around his cock and her hands moved to her nipples. He watched her, moaning, throbbing in her mouth as she played with her nipples. Her hands slid down her stomach as she sucked his cock deeper. And she slid her thong to the side and began to touch her wet pussy. As her finger touched her clit she moaned so loudly around his cock...she couldn't believe how wet she was. She couldn't believe how hard and big his cock was in her mouth and how much she loved sucking on it. 

Feeling her hot mouth and watching her, hearing her moaning on his dick was almost too much for him to take. He reached down and took her by the hand that she was using to rub her swollen clit and sucked her fingers into his mouth.

"Mmmm you taste so good baby," he said as he helped her to her feet, "lay down on the bed."

She laid on the bed and he climbed over her, kissing her deeply as his hard cock rubbed against the front of her panties. 

"I want you inside me," she whispered.

He took her hands in his and held them down to the bed as he looked into her eyes and kissed her again.

"Mmmmmm and I want to be inside you so deep baby," he whispered in her ear.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her panties again, teasing her. Before he began kissing down her neck and her chest. Down her stomach. She began to grind her hips on the bed as his fingertips played with the waist of her thong and slowly slid it down. Her legs spread and he kissed her inner thigh, slowly licking and kissing his way up, letting her feel his hot breath on her skin. He could feel how hot her pussy was and could see her wetness dripping. He took her hands in his as he pressed his lips to her clit and held them there, tasting her sweetness. She squeezed his hands and looked down as he looked up to see the pleasure on her face. He stopped swirling his tongue around her clit just before bringing her to orgasm and gently kissed her clit before moving on top of her again and kissing her deep so that she could taste herself on his lips. 

"I need you inside me," she whispered as she felt the head of his cock against her clit. 

He took her hands in his and held them to the bed, leaning over her, looking into her eyes - the setting sun was shining through the curtains and onto her beautiful face as he slid the head of his cock inside her slowly. She looked up at him and gasped then squeezed his hands as he pushed himself inside her inch by inch. His cock was throbbing inside her, he couldn't believe how hot and wet her pussy was and how incredible it felt as he filled her. 

"Does that feel good baby?"

She moaned as he pulled out to the head and kissed her before pushing back deep inside her and holding it there, letting her feel him throb inside her. He moved one hand under her head and played with her hair as he began to slowly fuck her. He held her head up to his chest and let her moan against him as he thrust inside her deeper and faster. He could feel her pussy tightening around his throbbing cock and could hear her breathing getting faster. He pulled his cock out to the head and looked into her eyes before pressing his lips to hers. As he slid his tongue into her hot wet mouth he slid his cock slowly inside her, filling her. He moaned as she sucked his tongue and he felt her pussy squeezing his cock as she came. He slowly moved his cock inside her, looking into her eyes as she came on his hard dick. He pushed his wet hard cock deep inside her again and moaned against her chest as he came inside her. She could feel his cock spasm and the hot cum streaming inside her soaking wet pussy. He kissed her deeply as he came, moaning on her tongue. 

"Do we have to go out to dinner?"

"Mmmm no" she said as he laid beside her and guided her head to his chest...



First Meeting



"Alright, Richards. Nearly show time," I muttered to myself as I slid out of the car. I walked around to the passenger side to get my briefcase and hand-outs, my two-inch black heels crunching on the gravel drive of the community building. My knee-length wool coat kept most of me warm against the early autumn wind, but blasts of unwelcome chill smacked against my shapely, stocking-encased legs.

Indulging in a tired sigh, I stretched my neck in hopes of getting some circulation to my brain. Doing community education and outreach was normally a very enjoyable part of my job, but it was now quarter to seven, I hadn't had dinner, yet, and the salad and cottage cheese that I'd had for lunch was a distant memory by this point. I'd also been going strong since getting to my desk at 8:00 that morning, and I knew I wouldn't be seeing home again until around 9:00. Oh, well. No one to miss me there except for my cat; my only hope was that she'd be happy with my attention for a couple of hours before I went to bed and not demand more throughout the night.

Gathering my things, I flipped through the little pad of contacts I always carried with me which also served as my "cheat sheet" of names. I'm shamefully forgetful of names and have been embarrassed numerous times by a sudden block, despite the little tricks and shortcuts I've learned through the years. I thumbed through the past few pages. Ah, yes. There it was. "Lion's Club -- 3 October 2006 -- 7:00. Contact person: James Vincent." 

I'd spoken to Mr. Vincent a few times by phone. He had a nice voice, a very smooth baritone, and unlike some businessmen I'd dealt with in setting up other speaking engagements, he actually took the time to talk to me, often making me feel like I was doing him the favor by talking to him, as opposed to the other way around. I pegged him to be middle-aged, obviously involved in his community, and likely to be happily married with the requisite 2.2 (nearly grown) kids, and maybe a dog or two. It's not like I was doing this job with the intent of finding a husband, but still, it'd be nice to meet a sweet, attractive man and see what progressed from there.

I made my way across the parking lot as confidently as I could, praying the whole way that my heel didn't find that one sadistic rock that would send me tumbling to the ground with a sprained ankle. The brisk October wind snaked around my ankles, creeping up my legs to raise goosebumps along the bare skin of my thighs between stockings and garter belt. I knew I looked sharp, confident, yet conservative in my eggplant suit with the sedate white silk blouse underneath. Under this professional attire were my own little secrets: A white lace bra cupped and lifted my full breasts, but did little to hide their dark tips. The lining of my skirt caressed my ass, left bare by my black lace thong, and garter straps stretched taut against my hips from my garter belt to the tops of my black stockings. It gave me a boost of confidence knowing what little wisps of nothing hid beneath the outer shell.

Reaching the door, I stepped inside the warmth, the air a delicious mosaic of scents -- men's cologne, grilled barbeque chicken, yeast rolls and the spicy earthiness of mums. I gave my head a quick shake in hopes of resettling my short reddish brown curls after their tumble in the wind. Several club members were congregating just inside the door and welcomed me. I gave them my brightest smile and held out my hand to shake theirs. "Good evening. I'm Arane Richards, your speaker for the evening. I'm looking for James Vincent. Can you point him out to me?"

"Sure. That's him over there in the burgundy golf shirt, drinking Mountain Dew."

"Thanks, Paul. I appreciate your help, and maybe I'll get to talk to you a bit later."

I strode over towards James, enjoying the freedom to peruse him at my leisure. He was a big guy, a little soft around the middle, though certainly not fat and still very neat looking. Thick salt-and-pepper hair topped a face that gave testimony to his maturity and intelligence while still appearing youthful. Silver-rimmed glasses did nothing to detract from warm brown eyes, currently crinkled at the corners as he laughed at something someone had said to him. His laugh was rich and full-bodied, and it sent tingles down my spine. 

He must've felt my gaze on him, because he suddenly turned in my direction. His laughter stopped, only to be replaced by a warm smile as his own deliberately slow gaze raked me from curls to heels and back up, pausing almost imperceptibly at the curve of my breasts under my suit. Raw heat followed in the wake of his perusal, and it seemed as if, in that single moment, he had learned all my secrets. My heart skipped in my chest at his smile. My gosh! Like his eyes weren't incredible enough; his dimpled smile made my insides melt completely, and I felt warmth suffuse my cheeks.

I returned his smile with one of my own as I approached. "Mr. Vincent? Hello. I'm Arane Richards." I held out my hand for him to shake.

"Call me Jim. It's nice to meet you."

"It's great finally getting to meet you." The hand encasing mine was strong, yet gentle, his handshake confident without grinding my fingers together. From this close, I could detect the subtle scent of his after shave gel and see his tight nipples beading under his shirt. The only jewelry he wore was a class ring on his left hand, the large blue stone winking under the fluorescent lights. He held my hand a little longer than was the social norm, but neither of us seemed eager to break the contact.

"Let me introduce you around to some of the folks," Jim said, taking my elbow as he guided me towards the front of the room near the lectern. "First, you can put your stuff down here," as he motioned towards a seat. I noticed the chair next to mine at the table had been claimed, and the way Jim moved those things around indicated that they were his. Interesting, I thought as delight did a slow roll through my system. "After dinner, we'll have the business portion of the meeting, then you'll speak. I hope you don't mind sitting through that. It usually goes pretty quickly."

"No, not at all. That's fine. In fact, as I'm here telling you about my organization and what I do, this will also give me the chance to learn more about your group."

Our arms emptied, Jim led me around the room, pausing briefly to introduce me to several of the men there for the meeting. I smiled and shook hands, hoping that I'd remember these names later, but resigned to forgetting them. All the while, I was cognizant of Jim hovering at my elbow, sometimes holding it, other times leading me around the room with his hand on the small of my back. Shortly thereafter, dinner was announced, and he instructed me to go first. We got our plates and went back to our seats. Dinner afforded us the opportunity to talk, mostly about our organizations and our professional lives, though we lacked the privacy to speak on more personal things.

Throughout dinner, I felt Jim's leg pressed against mine, his actions hidden by the tablecloth. His heat spread through his khakis and through my stocking to my leg before traveling upward to lodge in my moist inner folds. Normally I find this invasion of my personal boundaries irritating, but there was something about him being there that felt right; I didn't shift away.

"Um, I know this may seem pretty forward," Jim started, obviously a bit nervous, "But I was wondering if you would be interested in going out for dinner Friday evening. Uh, if you don't have any plans already. I'm sure you probably do," he added in a rush. His look was still hopeful, though.

I smiled up at him, my eyes meeting his over my glass of tea, my full red lips wrapped around my glass. "Actually," I said, "I don't have any plans for Friday. Yet. However, this handsome man just asked me out for dinner for Friday, so it's looking like that's what I'll be doing."

A nearly imperceptible flash of relief passed over his face before he quickly masked it with a double-dimpled smile of white, perfectly straight teeth. My tongue involuntarily slid over my own teeth, anticipating the feel of Jim's teeth against it. Whoa! Where did that thought come from? "How about 7:00?" he asked. "Would that work?"

I quickly calculated my day. If I did community outreach all day, then I could arrange to get home by 5, instead of the usual 5:30, giving me an extra half hour to get ready. "Sure! That'd be great. I'm looking forward to it." I pulled a business card out of my purse, after scribbling my cell phone number on the back of it. 

Soon after, the business part of the evening started. Jim as president got up to lead this portion of the night. As he spoke, his eyes seldom left me, and from my vantage point, I could see the slight bulge behind his fly. I was finishing my dessert as he spoke, indulging in a moist German chocolate cake. Knowing I had his full attention, I slowly licked my lips, capturing a stray bit of the caramel-coconut frosting. His eyes darkened. Then, again with our eyes locked on each other's -- the rest of the people in the room could've left, and we'd never have noticed -- I swiped a bit of frosting with my finger before bringing my finger to my mouth, slowly sucking every... last... drop of the sticky sweetness off. I muffled a small delighted chuckle as he stumbled over his words and his breath hitched audibly.

The business portion of the meeting concluded and Jim introduced me to the group. I walked up to the lectern, grimacing inwardly at the dampness saturating my thong. Obviously, Jim wasn't the only one who'd been affected by my teasing. I thanked him for the kind words, and as I brushed by him, I noticed his nostrils flare. Oh my gosh, was he able to smell my musk? The thought brought a pink tinge to my cheeks that I hoped my audience would attribute to nerves.

I spent the next twenty minutes fully in my element, talking about my work and our organization, as well as the services we provide. As usually happens during these events, people shared their stories and asked questions. I dared a glance over at Jim and noticed a smile on his face that looked rather smitten and... pleased? But we'd only just met. Why in the world would he have any kind of pride in me? Maybe he's just proud of his club for the questions and comments they were throwing out, I figured, mentally shrugging it off.

I wound up my presentation and lingered at the front to answer questions and speak to people. Jim hovered nearby, ostensibly packing up his belongings, though taking much longer than so few things required. The last club members were streaming out as I collected my remaining handouts and stashed the rest of my business cards in my briefcase. I'd just closed my briefcase when Jim closed his, and I shouldered my purse, picked up my bag and headed for the door. Jim's voice behind me made me pause.

"Arane. If you'd like, I can walk you to your car. I just need to turn off these last few lights. Can I help you carry something?" I turned and looked at him, unable to prevent the smile from tilting my lips upward as I noticed his own full hands.

"I think I have everything, thanks, but I'll wait for you to walk out."

Our heels echoed in the dark, empty, quiet building, and though I was cognizant of the fact that I was alone with a man I'd just met, my instincts weren't buzzing a danger warning. Reaching the door first, I opened it, intending to let Jim precede me out. He juggled his own things, taking the door from me so I could lead the way to the parking lot. The gravel lot was dark, lit only by a streetlight near the road, leaving this section mostly bathed in shadows. Above us, the black velvet sky sparkled brightly with diamond stars. Two cars remained, parked ten feet apart.

We headed to our respective vehicles to put our belongings inside. I heard Jim's feet crunching on the gravel as he walked towards me a little ways, and I watched him approach over the roof of my car. "Arane, I really want to thank you for coming out tonight," he said as I was walking around to the driver's side.

"Really, Jim, the pleasure was all mine. I had a fabulous time this evening, and I appreciate your group being so warm and welcoming to me. And receptive," I added with a little laugh. "Receptive is always good."

"Yeah, they're a great bunch of guys."

"How long have you been a member of the Lion's?"

"About twenty years now, eight with this particular group. This is my second term as president, non-consecutive."

"That's fabulous! It's great that you're doing something that you love." Pause. "Is your wife involved in the community as much as you are?" OK, I was fishing for information here, I'll admit. However, short of coming out and asking, "Are you married?" it was the best way to find this out.

"Um, ex-wife, and no. She didn't invest much of herself in the community. It was mostly my thing."

A pregnant silence followed as we just listened to the night around us. The light at the street emitted a faint hum, and cicadas sang in the woods nearby. From off in the distance, tires softly whooshed against asphalt, and the dying leaves clattered as they blew in the autumn breeze, some dancing around our feet in the parking lot. I just stared at the stars, momentarily lost in the perfection of the moment.

I sensed more than saw Jim's gaze on me, and I lowered my head so that my eyes met his. He looked at my lips, and as heat began to flood my body, I quickly licked my lips, my tongue darting out to slick over their fullness. "I get the impression that you don't kiss on the first date," he said.

"Sometimes I do, sometimes I..." As I was talking, he'd closed the gap between us. Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth descended to mine. The kiss started off slow and soft, with his lips gently brushing back and forth against me. Then he deepened the kiss, pressing his mouth more firmly against my lips, his tongue gliding along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. Our mouths were our only point of contact; I knew I could've broken the kiss at any moment and backed away, and Jim would've let me. But I couldn't. His lips and tongue were holding me to him as surely as any handcuffs would've -- and with a hold that was harder to break.

After long moments of a toe-curling kiss, Jim broke the contact, leaving my head reeling. "I didn't want to have to wait till our second date to taste you, in case you didn't."

I was touched and amused by his confidence, not just in stealing the kiss, but also in assuming we'd have a second date. "You know we're going to have a second date? We haven't even been on our first one, yet."

"Yes. As a matter of fact, not only will we have a second date, but I'm seeing a third, fourth, twentieth, fortieth one in our future. If you can tell me honestly you didn't enjoy that kiss, then I'll take it back."

No way could I have denied that. Well, I could've, but he'd have known it for the lie it was. I'd leaned into the kiss just a bit too far and I'm sure the pleasurable moan I'd heard was mine. Besides, I was so turned on just from this simple kiss that my hard nipples were showing slightly, even through my winter coat, a fact that, judging from the direction his eyes had taken and the way his breathing hitched, didn't escape his notice.

I opted neither to feed his ego nor lie. "So, 7:00 Friday, right?" I asked, confirming the time for our date.

With a rich chuckle, he acquiesced. My insides did a slow roll in response to his broad smile, and my already tight nipples got impossibly tighter. Damn, this man had the most incredible smile, and all 9,000 kilowatts were directed right at me!

"I, uh, really need to be getting home. My day is starting to catch up with me," I told him, though reticent to leave, truth be told. "You have my numbers."

"Yep, and I should get you mine as well." He dug a business card out, taking a few moments to scribble his mobile number on the back. 

"Well, Jim, thanks again for inviting me to speak tonight. See you Friday."

"You're welcome. Thanks for com..." I took the "ming" into my mouth as I rose up to press my lips against his. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around me and my own arms stole around his neck. Even through the layers of clothes separating us, his arousal was clearly evident where it pressed against my lower belly. The kiss quickly grew more heated, with both of us straining and pressing against the other, bodies so close that not even the scantest ray of light could pass through. His hands dropped to my ass, cupping my cheeks through my clothes, pressing my feminine softness even more insistently against his throbbing member. I moaned as desire, thick and sensuous, unfurled within me, filling out every last part of my being.

Stepping back, I broke the kiss slowly, our lips continuing to cling until the last possible moment. "G'night. See you Friday," I said, as I got into my car. The shutting of my car door underscored his replied "Good night."

It was impossible to prevent the smile from staying on my face during the drive home and through my nightly shower. By the time I turned in for the night, my cheeks were sore from smiling so much, and I could feel the smile caressing my lips as I drifted off to sleep.

I was at my desk the next day typing up my report from the previous night (leaving out the most interesting parts, of course), as well as fine-tuning my two upcoming presentations. So engrossed was I in my work that the chiming of the office door bell barely registered. Gradually, I became aware of a stir in the office and the speculations and titters from the people with whom I work. Tomas, one of my dearest friends and the social worker on our team, came mincing back to my office. "Arane, honey, there's someone out here to see you."

"Hmm," I replied absently. "Just send 'em on back."

"Ah, no. You need to come greet this visitor personally."

While Tomas certainly had a flair for the dramatic, seldom was he this mysterious. Then I thought, No. He wouldn't. No way would Jim find me here. Would he?

With nervousness and excitement warring within my belly, I followed Tomas out towards the waiting area at the front of our office suite. As I rounded the corner, neatly sidestepping the fichus that seems to edge out into the walking path more every day, a huge array of flowers greeted me. The legs underneath belonged to a much shorter person than Jim; I couldn't see enough of the delivery person behind the flowers to even ascertain if it was a male or female.

The arrangement was dramatic, bright and beautiful. Fragrant yellow roses stood next to happy daisies, their bright yellow centers standing out sharply from silky white petals. Yellow carnations and dramatic orange tiger lilies completed the arrangement that was housed in the most exquisite hand-blown glass vase I'd ever seen in my life. I was so absorbed in the beauty of the flowers that I was only peripherally aware that my coworkers were all standing around, waiting to find out who sent such a majestic arrangement.

"Well, who sent them?" Robyn, a colleague from another branch, asked.

Her words brought me out of my stupor. "Hang on, let me get the card. Impatient, aren't ya?" She knew this last was said in jest. "Here, let me take those; I'm sure they're not light," I said to the delivery person before taking the flowers from him and placing them on a table. I quickly dug out a tip for him and returned my attention to the flowers. I snatched the card from its clear plastic holder and pulled it from its tiny envelope. My coworkers and colleagues leaned in, and it seemed as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation.

"Dear Arane," the card read, "Thank you again for coming out and speaking last night. It was a joy finally meeting you. I'm looking forward to our date Friday. Sincerely, Jim."




First Meeting



"The flowers are from someone I met last night at my speaking engagement," I told them, being intentionally vague. "They're a 'thank you' for taking the time. That was sweet." And with that, I carried the flowers back to my office, setting them on my desk where I could enjoy their brightness and their sweet/musky scent as I opened up my email, clicked "New Message" and began to type.

Dear Jim, Thank you so much for the lovely flowers. It was so sweet and thoughtful of you to send them. I'm looking forward to seeing you again on Friday.

Sincerely, Arane **********

The next two days passed quickly and uneventfully. As the hours passed sluggishly by on Friday, butterflies inexplicably became more active in my belly, belying my eagerness and excitement about that evening's date. Finally, after one last meeting, it was time to head home. Opening the front door, I dropped my purse and keys on the hall table and slipped my briefcase into the coat closet. I stepped out of my shoes as I walked down the hall and slid my jacket off my shoulders. By the time I got into the bedroom, I was already working on the buttons on my blouse, tossing it carelessly at the hamper before going after the fastener on my trousers. Stepping out of them and my silky white thong, I made my way into the bathroom. The hot water beat down on me as I washed my hair and shaved my legs. As the razor glided up my soapy leg, I decided to take it just a little bit further, moving up to remove the light mahogany fuzz from my mound. Completing the ritual, I soaped up the bare skin, becoming slightly aroused as I remembered Jim's kisses and felt the smooth skin under the silky soap.

Stepping out of the shower I dried off, then rubbed verbena-scented lotion all over my nude body before walking into the bedroom. I pulled on my tiny red silk thong before sliding black stockings up my legs, securing them with the straps that hung from my red lace garter belt. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way the red highlighted my full hips and hid my silky mound. My breasts were already becoming full from arousal and anticipation, the rosy-brown nipples puckered and elongated. I covered them with a red lace bra that perfectly lifted and separated my full breasts before slipping into my favorite red dress. The deep scoop neck revealed my cleavage, and the bodice clung to my curves before giving way to a full skirt that hit right above my knees. I was just slipping my feet into black stilettos when the doorbell rang.

Racing down the hall, I opened the door to find Jim on the other side, a big, though slightly shy, smile deepening his dimples. "Hi, Jim!" I greeted him with a smile. "Would you like to come in?" 

He entered my cozy home and sat down on the sofa while I slipped into the bathroom to put lipstick on. I came back and grabbed my purse. "Ready?" Jim asked.

"Yep. Let's go."

Jim led me out to his car, a sleek dark red number with plush leather interior. He opened the door for me, his eyes appreciatively noting the way my dress rode up a little as I got in, revealing a swath of creamy flesh above the black stocking. I smiled at him as he got in on the driver's side, suddenly struck by a wash of shyness at being alone with him in such close quarters.

"What's that about?" Jim asked with a broad grin, noticing my shy smile.

'Hmm, nothing really. Just enjoying the company. Why?"

"You just turned shy on me. I could tell by your smile and the look on your face." My shy smile was replaced by a look of shock that he could read me so well. "It's cute."

Mentally my right eyebrow arched. (I never have been able to actually do that.) Cute? Do professional women ever have "cute" attached to them? I just smiled.

"Do you like Japanese food? There's this great restaurant a few blocks from here called Shatorie's. It's one of my favorites."

"Sounds great!"

As Jim navigated through the dark city streets, he reached over and lightly caressed my hand, a not-so-subtle hint that he wanted to hold it. As my long, slender fingers slid between his strong thick ones, his thumb brushed against my palm, sending bolts of heat shooting down to my core. I hummed low in my throat at this sensual touch.

Dinner at Shatorie's featured a cook preparing the food table-side with flair and outrageous tricks. The relaxed atmosphere was perfect, allowing Jim and me the chance to freely talk. As a retired Naval officer, he had some amazing stories to share, and I in turn told him about the town where I grew up and my years in grad school.

As dinner wound down, butterflies once more took flight in my stomach. I'd had a marvelous evening with him, but I was unsure about stretching it out much longer. What would he think of me? As we once more got into his car, he was able to pick up on my nerves. "What is it, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Umm... er..." I stammered, unsure how much to reveal.

Correctly guessing where my thoughts had traveled he said, "You know I won't make you do anything you're not comfortable doing, right?"

"Yes, I know," I replied confidently. Yet, my body was telling me it'd be very comfortable doing all sorts of things with Jim.

As we made our way back to my home, I boldly rested my hand on his knee, which he covered with his, lacing his fingers between mine, gently sliding his fingers between mine, seductively mimicking what his body would soon be doing to mine. We spent the ride in comfortable silence, though sexual awareness caused the air in the confines of his car to hum as it arched back and forth between us.

Jim parked his car next to mine and came around to help me out of the car. As I swung my legs out, my skirt rode up my thighs, revealing another tantalizing peek of creamy leg against black silk. From my vantage point, I could see a tale-tell jerk behind Jim's fly, bringing my attention to the thick bulge in his pants. Taking my hand in his, he brought me up hard against him, pressing me against the cool metal as his hot body wrapped around me moments before his lips captured mine. My leg climbed up the back of his before coming to rest against his hip, bringing my feminine heat into close contact with the throbbing length of his member. We stayed like that, firm muscles against soft curves, heat meeting heat.

Finally breaking apart, I looked up at him, his face a play of shadows under the streetlight and the scant illumination afforded us by my front porch light. His nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of my arousal, and his warm brown eyes were nearly black with his own excitement. Barely able to catch my breath, I managed to rasp out, "Would you like to come inside?"

His response was simply to pick me up and carry me to the front door. "Keys," he nearly growled as he climbed the last step. I reached down in my purse, grabbed them and handed them to him. His hand trembled as he unlocked and opened the door. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and looked down at me with questioning eyes.

Intuiting what he wanted to know, I said, "Down the hall, last door on the right." He marched resolutely down the hall, carrying me as if I hardly weighed more than a rose. He set me down, letting my body slide against his as my feet settled on terra firma once again. The heat was still in his eyes, but something was different. He slowed down, his hands slowly, sensuously mapping my body, caressing each curve, leaving tendrils of fire in his wake. My hands trailed over his chest, the beat of his heart strong and fast against my palm. I found those hard nipples that had so intrigued me a few nights previously, lightly brushing my hands against them, feeling them bead even tighter with each stroke.

As Jim caressed me, he leaned down to plant soft kisses against my heated skin, his lips coming to rest just behind and below my right ear, his teeth nipping it lightly, marking me, before his tongue darted out to soothe the just-abused skin. "Arane," he murmured against my ear.

"Yes, Jim?"

"I want to make love with you tonight, but I'm not going to. I'm just going to spend the time learning your body."

I purred my acquiescence as passion ignited anew within me. His clever fingers found the zipper of my dress, and cool air chilled my heated back as he slowly revealed each inch of skin. My dress pooled around my feet, a puddle of red silk against the warm honey of my antique heart pine floor. I stepped out of it, standing before Jim clad in tiny wisps of lace and silk, ending with black four-inch stiletto heels. Staring boldly at him, I caught how his breath quickened, and his heart was beating so strongly that I'd swear I could feel it through the soles of my feet. Slowly, almost reverently, Jim removed the rest of my clothes, taking time to pay homage to each new erogenous zone -- as well as some that I just that moment discovered could be nicely stimulated when he touched them just right -- until at long last, I was completely naked to his gaze. He stared at me with awe, as if not entirely convinced that I was really with him. After several minutes, he spoke. "Arane, I want to claim your body as mine, but I plan to do it with my own. In claiming yours for myself, I'll be giving you mine in return."

Bold words for a first date, but I could no more deny the hot tingle that coursed through me at what he was proposing anymore than I could deny myself my next breath. He touched my lips with his own. "These are now my lips, for kissing only me."

Returning his kiss, I said, "And your lips are now mine, and you'd better NOT be kissing anyone else!"

Cupping my full breasts in his hands, he tested their weight before capturing the sensitive nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching them exactly as I like. "Oh gawd!" I moaned, placing my hands over his and guiding them in how I enjoy this rougher play. He splayed his fingers around my nipples, drawing the turgid peaks between them, inviting me to touch them myself. Jim dipped his head, using his tongue to push my finger out of his way before his lips wrapped around the rosy-brown bud. He suckled my right breast, nearly swallowing the entirety of it in his efforts to claim it. As he kissed his way to my left breast, his hand came up once more to mould and shape my tenderly loved right breast to his large hand. Jim laved the aureole, teasing me with the pleasure that was to come. My back arched and an inarticulate moan passed my lips, "please" whispering out as I begged for him to take the nipple.

"Your breasts are mine," he growled before satisfying the aching bud with his mouth, lightly scraping the tip with his teeth.

He walked me backwards to the bed, following me down as I fell onto the soft down-filled comforter. "Everything I kiss and touch, I claim."

My brown eyes were nearly golden with the heat of my arousal, and my breath panted out past lips red and swollen from our ardent kisses. Still I managed to get out, "I make that same promise to you." With a saucy smile I added, "I hope you're ready to give as good as you get!"

The silk of his shirt was cool against my flushed skin, and his blended wool trousers tantalized my sensitive flesh as he moved against me. With one quick move, I flipped him over to his back, laughing at his shocked expression as I knelt beside him. My fingers trembled slightly as I began to unbutton his shirt, feasting on the pelt of salt-n-pepper hair that covered his muscled chest. My fingers tunneled through the crisp curls, finding his hard brown nipples, tweaking them gently. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels good," he said, caressing my hand. Bending down to his chest, I muttered, "Mine" before my teeth lightly grasped his nipple and my tongue laved the tip. "Oh my GAWD, that feels amazing!" he rasped out, his hips rising off the bed as erotic pleasure shot straight down to his groin. I chuckled softly as my lips journeyed to his other nipple, giving it the same care and attention I'd given its mate.

My lips traveled downward from there, kissing each delicious inch of his skin, my tongue making swirls in the hair. As I reached his belly button, I spent several moments nipping its edges and tonguing the crevice. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his erection jerk behind the grey wool. My lips moved lower on his belly, following the path that'd take me down to bigger and better discoveries. I shot him a mischievous look as my soft lips nudged the waistband of his pants.

"Enough!" he gasped, pushing me backwards. He caressed my breasts before his hands traced down my sternum to my belly. His hands grazed my bare mons on their way to my thighs. He ran his hands down along the insides of my thighs to my knees, then brought them back up towards my feminine center, parting my legs, opening me up to his gaze. I felt the heat of his breath against my throbbing clit moments before his lips closed around it, sucking it into his mouth.

"Holy shit! Oh my gawd, oh fuck, that feels incredible!" became my mantra as Jim took me to heights of pleasure I'd never even imagined possible. As I lost myself to the intensity of these new feelings, I was only peripherally aware of his thick fingers parting my folds and sliding inside. Jim paused in his ministrations long enough to say, "This is what my cock will feel like inside of you," as he spread his fingers wide, stretching and filling my aching cunt. As his lips once more found my nubbin, his fingers curled, finding the bundle of nerves deep inside me. Screams tore out of me as he took me over the edge into one earth-shattering orgasm after another, until my throat was too hoarse and sore to utter another sound.

I tasted the heady combination of my musk on his tongue as he kissed me deeply, a very self-satisfied smile dancing around his lips at knowing he'd given me so much pleasure. His hand strayed down between my legs, spreading my still flowing juices around, but irritating the sensitive, tender flesh. Squirming away from him a little bit, I whimpered slightly in discomfort, telling him to stop for a bit, to let me recover. He persevered in his touch. "It's mine now, to do with what I please." I groaned as his finger slid inside my tunnel, once more finding that spot that makes me mindless with pleasure, teasing me with the promise of more to come before removing his hand from my pussy.

My hand slid down between us to remove the last barrier between my soft hand and his throbbing member. I unhooked his pants before rasping the zipper down over his length. Nearly freed from its trappings, his cock jerked against my hand, held back only by the thin silk of his grey boxers. Precome had dampened the front, and the firm pressure of my hand against him increased the moistness. Together we slid his pants and boxers down, revealing the thickest phallus I'd ever seen in my life. Entranced, I grasped it with my hand, my fingers not even able to encircle its considerable girth. My thumb reached up to capture and spread the glistening drop on the tip, spreading it around the bulbous head. His hips arched off the bed, forcing his cock farther in my hand, his moisture making my grasp slick and lubricating his thrusts.

I wriggled down his body, trailing my lips across his chest, using the gentle pressure of a kiss against his left shoulder to nudge him over to his back as I climbed over him, kisses blazing a path along his sternum, over his down-covered belly, eventually coming to the treasure I sought. Situating myself between his legs, I nuzzled his groin, feeling the coarse hairs tickling my nose. My tongue began a meandering trail up his shaft, lapping at his crown like an ice cream cone. I drew deeply on his member, taking him to the back of my throat, nearly getting high on his heady taste and musky scent. Jim's thick fingers caught and tangled in my hair, holding my head in place as he tried to take over the rhythm, but I resisted, instead giving him the pleasure I wanted him to have. My hand came under to cradle his heavy nutsack, gently massaging it and rolling his balls tenderly in my hand. I could feel his pulse throbbing through the vein that rested against my lower lip, and I knew his climax was close. My hot mouth enveloped his cock, working up and down as one finger slipped off his sack to inch down to rest teasingly against his bumhole. With a groan that became a hoarse yell, Jim exploded in my mouth, sending streams of hot come shooting down my throat. I drank it down, savoring the taste that was uniquely his.

As the last dribble of his essence finally tapered off, I gave his now deflated member a last lick and kiss before claiming it, too, as "Mine." With a smile I crawled up Jim's body to kiss him. He smiled against my lips and said, "Yes, yours," before we kissed.

A short while later, Jim got up to get dressed and leave. I watched him dress, both of us reluctant for him to go, but knowing it'd be best for any future we'd have together if he did. I sensuously crawled out of bed and slipped on my long, red silk robe to walk him to the door. Once there, he drew me into his arms. "Jimmy, I had a really wonderful time with you tonight. Thank you."

I sensed his body tense up almost imperceptively at my words. Puzzled, I pulled back slightly, my brows drawn together in confusion at what I'd felt in him. Correctly interpreting my look he said, "Only my mom calls me that."

"Is it OK if I call you that, or should I stick with Jim?"

"I'd love it if you called me that. It makes it special." After a pause, we agreed he'd better leave if he was going to. "Good night, Arane. Thank you for a great evening. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Yes, that'd be fine. G'night, Jimmy." And with one last kiss, he turned around and left



First Meeting



He really wasn't sure what to expect. He'd been talking to her on the net for a long time now and they'd never met, now suddenly she was ready to meet him. He had to wonder if it was because he was leaving for a year or because she'd finally let down her guard, either way, he really didn't care he just wanted her.

Jessie stood in front of the mirror wondering what in the world this guy saw in her. She wasn't beautiful, cute maybe, wasn't thin, she was pretty average. Really, she could have stood to lose 15 pounds, but she knew for some reason men found her sexy and alluring. 

"I guess I shouldn't ask why," she stated as she turned from her mirror and headed towards her closet to find something to wear.

As he drove towards her home town, he used the time to contemplate what he would say to her, when they met in person. His head full of questions, doubts, wondering if she was really the outgoing sexually experimentations woman she made herself out to be. Oh yes, he'd seen her photos, she'd sent him so many, nude and dressed, even stepping outside of her normal behavior to send him photos of her in the most natural ways possible. She got to him, he couldn't tell if it was just sexually, but she definitely had a hold on him that he wasn't accustom to. Jake knew this was going to be a day for him to remember for the rest of his life!

Jessie hastily dressed and went back to stand in front of the mirror. "Girl, you must be nuts" she thought to herself, but this man, Jake, there was just something about him. He got to her physically, oh yes. The phone calls, the texting, chatting on the Internet. In his photos, his coy smile, his eyes sparkling. Jessie wanted him so badly she could almost taste him on her lips. She felt herself become damp with anticipation as she thought of some of the things he'd said to her. Jessie checked herself over one more time just to be sure, turned from the mirror and flipped the light switch on her way out the door.

Jake booked a room at a quiet little retreat just outside of town. After he'd checked in, he went to the room, taking along a few items he'd bought to make this the most romantic tryst Jessie would ever had. He walked through the room placing scented candles throughout, the scent was almost intoxicating for him and he knew it would do the same for Jessie. He'd even brought flowers for her, lilies. He knew she loved flowers and rarely received them in her real life. He checked his watch, 9:45, he send her a text with the room number and waited by the window for her to arrive.

Jessie arrived at the little motel a little before 10. She knew he was there and waiting for her already, as he'd sent her a text just a few minutes prior to let her know where their bungalow was. Her heart began racing as she pulled into the drive and looked for their bungalow. It was in a shaded area, detached from the rest of the buildings. Her worry about being heard by people in neighboring rooms ceased when she saw their little hideaway. She pulled into a parking slot next to what must have been his vehicle, as she did, the door opened and he stood in the doorway. 

He was exactly like his photos, handsome, sexy and very well built. Her heart skipped a beat and began racing as she turned off her engine and reached for her purse. She'd turned away for only a moment and her car door suddenly opened. His coy smile made her hands shake as he took her by the hand and led her from her car into the room. Neither of them spoke a word as Jake led Jessie into the room, he gently closed the door while continuing to hold her hand, then with a swift motion picked her up and took her to the bed. 

Jessie felt the breath slip from her lungs as he picked her up and placed her on the bed, before she could say a word his lips were upon hers. His tongue parting her lips and probing her mouth, reaching for her tongue. Her hands reached around his neck and her tongue joined his in a dance only they could understand. Finally, he pulled his head back and smiled down at her. "Hi baby doll." His words seemed to ooze from his lips like sugar, Jessie smiled back at him.

"Hi ya sunshine." Jake laughed when she called him sunshine, his laugh was intoxicating. 

Jake leaned back and slid her legs apart, sitting between them, he reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse. Jessie could barely breathe, let alone talk but managed to whisper "God, I have wanted you for so long." 

This only seemed to spark Jake into action and she quickly found his mouth upon hers again. His kisses started slowly and as they kissed his lips pressed harder against hers, he finally finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled away again to survey her body further. His hand reached down to her breasts and gently let loose the clasp of her bra. Her taunt breasts fell from the bra and he groaned, his lips found her nipple immediately and as he sucked on one, he reached to the other with his hand, teasing and gently pinching the other. 

Jessie moaned "umm, that feels so good" the words could barely escape her lips as he teased and taunted her nipples.

Jessie could feel herself becoming wet with anticipation. As he continued to assault her nipples, she reached down and found his cock under his pants. He was so hard as she rubbed against his cock with one hand, her other found the entrance and began unbuttoning his pants. Jake stopped what he was doing and pulled her hands away. He looked down at her "Not yet" he stated boldly. 

"Please Jake, I want to touch you, feel your hard cock in my hands" she stated as she made a pouty face. 

He smiled down at her little pouty face "you're cute when you pout, but not yet!" 

Her mind was racing, she felt exposed and totally in his control. She'd always been the one in control and she wasn't sure how to let go and let him take over. Before she could continue her thought his lips were pressing down upon her lips again and his tongue pushing through her lips deep into her mouth again. As he kissed her, his hand slipped down between her thighs, he moaned as he felt her wetness. She'd worn a skirt just for this occasion. His fingers rubbed her clit and her body began moving in motion with his fingers. Finally, he pulled his mouth from hers and stood in front of her. 

He reached down and pulled her up from the bed, standing her in front of him. Slowly he slid her blouse from her shoulders, taking her bra along with it, then with his tongue and lips sliding down her bare chest and breasts, he moved to his knees in front of her. He quickly removed her skirt and panties, sliding them down her ample thighs and sat on his knees in front of her surveying her body. Jessie was a little uncomfortable and found herself putting her arms over her abdomen to cover herself. Jake realized what she was doing... 

"Quit," he whispered to her, "there is nothing wrong with your body." 

Sensing her feelings and wanting to make her comfortable, he sat her back on the bed, gently pushing her shoulders back so she was laying flat on the bed again. 

Jake stood at the end of the bed and keeping his eyes on hers, removed his shirt and pants. He groaned as he watched her bite her bottom lip in anticipation. He scurried back onto the bed, laying next to her. He gently reached down and kissed her on the cheek, then her forehead and then again, his lips found hers. As he continued to kiss her deeply, he slid his hand down her chest, onto her abdomen and then found her hard clit. He groaned just feeling how wet she was, how wet he was making her. As he started rubbing her clit, she reached down and found his stiff cock and began stroking him. 

As her hand found his cock and she began to stroke him, Jake slid his finger inside her tight wet pussy. 

"God baby, you are tight and so wet" he groaned. 

Jake remembered all the things they had talked about and slid a second and then a third finger inside her pussy. Her hips ground against his hand, as his fingers dove deeper inside her. She continued to stroke his cock as he pulled his lips from hers, his mouth went from one nipple to the other as his fingers continued to push into her pussy. She was so wet he decided to slide the fourth finger inside her and as he did her hips pushed harder against his hand. 

"Oh hell yeah, baby, oh my God, that feels so good, don't stop" the words slipping from her lips, her voice hoarse. 

"I want to suck your cock now, please baby, let me," she said as he continued to finger her pussy. 

He turned and climbed over the top of her, his cock ready for her mouth. Before he could ram his fingers back into her pussy, her mouth was already wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep into her throat. 

"Fuck baby" escaped from his lips as his mouth dove onto her clit and he rammed his fingers back into her pussy. Jessie allowed his cock to slide deep into her mouth, wanting to give him the ultimate pleasure, her hands wrapped around his ass, pulling his hips into her face. As Jake continued working her clit with his mouth, he took his fingers from her pussy and slowly slid one into her ass. Even with her mouth full of his cock he could hear her moan in pleasure. 

The more he worked her clit and ass, the harder she sucked his cock, he slid another finger into her ass and then began working her pussy with his other hand, her whole body was shaking as he filled her pussy up to his knuckles with four fingers, and working her ass with fingers from his other hand. Jessie's hips ground against his hand as he slowly pushed his thumb into her pussy, her whole body quivered as he slowly tried to push his entire hand inside her. Finally, his hand slid inside her pussy and he pushed it further inside her. Jessie's whole body shook as she pulled her face away from his cock and stroked him while he pushed his hand in her an pulled it out, then pushed it back into her as deeply as he could. Jessie let out a whimper, then close to a scream. 

"Oh my God, JAKE, oh my God....fuck me, yes....ummmm." 

Jake felt her orgasm and quickly wrapped his mouth over her clit causing the orgasm to come quicker and harder. 

"Yeah, Jessie, come on baby, cum all over my hand, yes baby, yes, come on baby....." Jake egged her on and finally, in a massive spasm cum squirted from her pussy onto his hand.

He slowed his movements, but continued to gently move his hand in and out of her pussy. Jessie eagerly grabbed his cock and slid it back into her mouth and started sucking on him harder than before, she wanted his cum in her mouth and she wanted it now. 

"come on Jake, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth." 

Jake moaned and began grinding his hips into her mouth. Her moans of pleasure were obvious, she was enjoying his cock in her mouth and his hand in her pussy. Jake felt a moan escape his lips as he could feel himself getting closer to release. Jessie kept sucking on his cock, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling away and sucking his balls into her mouth. Jake quivered when she did this, it was sensational, then she would stuff his hard cock back into her mouth and continue sucking. Finally, Jessie could feel his orgasm welling up inside him so she sucked harder, using her hand to push his cock deeper in her mouth and jacking him off at the same time. Jake stopped fingering her moaning. 

"Oh fuck yes Jessie, suck me off, come on baby, don't stop I'm going to cum!" 

As the words escaped from his lips Jessie felt his hot cum inside her mouth, deep in her throat, she kept sucking him until she knew all his juices were emptied from him. 

He quivered as he dropped his body next to hers on the bed. In one swift motion he turned so he laid facing her. Jessie smiled as he looked down at her, his eyes sparkled with pleasure. Jake smiled. Suddenly they both started giggling.

"Jessie you are fucking amazing" Jake said as he reached down and ran his fingers across her clit, her inward breath becoming sharp as he did this. 

"Well, Jake, baby, you are pretty incredible yourself!" she returned. 

As they laid and talked together about her kids and his job, they continued to tease each other. Jessie started to look a little uncomfortable when he asked her about her home life, so instead of pushing the issue, he instead, slid his fingers back inside her tight wet pussy. 

"I can't believe I can get my hand inside you but you're tight as hell again, FUCK. I want in you" with a swift motion Jake was between Jessie's legs and sliding his cock into her waiting pussy. 

Jessie moaned as his cock found her deepest recessed and reached down and pulled his hips against her. Jake began pounding her pussy with all his strength, finally reaching down and grabbing her ankles and putting them over his shoulders. 

"I love your tight pussy, fuck baby" he groaned as he looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out of her. 

"Hell yeah, baby, oh my God, I love it deep, oh god, fuck me....." she moaned with pleasure as he continued to pound her. 

He pulled out of her and made a quick chore out of turning her over onto her knees and rammed his cock back inside her pussy. His hands pulled her hips hard against his, her moans of pleasure making him push inside her, harder and harder. Finally, just as he knew she was about to cum again he pulled out and turned her over, facing her. He leaned above her, staring into her eyes. 

"What?" She asked. 

"You are just...amazing....why me?" He quietly asked her. 

"Why you what, silly?" she questioned. 

"Why would you want me, I'm nothing special, just another one of your admirers, why did you want me?" 

Jessie giggled, "You are so silly Jake, why wouldn't I want you? You're gorgeous and sweet and romantic and you like me for me." 

He groaned as she slid down and began sucking his cock again, his hands wrapped into her hair, pulling it from her face so he could see her. She turned slightly and looked up at him as she began stroking his balls while she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. His cock hardened as she continued to suck him deeper into her warm mouth, he could feel his cum welling up ready to blow as she kept sucking harder on his rigid cock, pulling her mouth away her words.

"Cum for me baby, cum in my mouth." 

The way she talked to him made him groan and pull her head back to his waiting cock, she sucked him deeply into her throat and finally his hot salty juices spilled into her waiting mouth causing her to moan in pleasure and delight. When his cock stopped throbbing and it's juices stopped flowing into her mouth, she sat up and started giggling. 

"WHAT in the hell are you laughing at" he asked in an almost indignant tone. 

"Baby, you said you don't cum from getting sucked off, an I have to tell you, I'm pretty damn pleased with myself for getting you off." She said between stifled giggles. 

to be continued...



First Meeting



It is a warm summer night. We go down to your room in the basement where it is cooler. No one is home just us. I am wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. You are dressed in a low cut black lacy top with a black knee length skirt. 

  I pull you closer to me and give you a full hard kiss. You don't resist. Our mouths are so hungry for each other. Our tongues touch and it sends a warm wave of lust through our bodies. You lead me to your bed and slowly undo my jeans. You whisper in my ear that you want to taste every inch of me as I do so. Your little red clit is as swollen as my cock. Slowly, you take off my jeans and lean your mouth down and lightly run your tongue across my penis. 

  I move my hands down to your thighs. Slowly you are spreading your legs for me to slide my fingers between them. You moan as I push your tiny damp panties aside so I can slip a finger into your moist pussy. You push your body down to get more of my finger to fill you. You slide all the down until your on your knees in front me. You sit up so to have better access to my hard cock .Teasing the head with your tongue so slow, you look me directly at me, you slide my cock into your mouth. I moan as the warmth of mouth makes my cock leak.

  You pull your mouth off and take your hand and slowly work it up and down my hard cock. You open your mouth and show me it is full of my pre-cum. I grab a handful of your hair and force my tongue into your mouth. I tell you to keep suck on me. Your other hand is playing with my balls. You start licking up and down the shaft. I stand up and tell you to open as wide as you can and put my ball sac into your mouth. I can feel the light kisses and tiny bites you are giving them. I take a hold of my cock head and start fucking your beautiful mouth. I see that you have been teasing your cunt. I tell you to take those wet fingers and taste yourself. Grabbing your hair, I tell you to stand up. You undo the pin holding your skirt on and it falls to the floor. You take a step back to show me your sheer purple panties. You gladly let me rip them off you so I can see the fine red hair covering your pussy. Taking two fingers, you push them deep inside of you and then slide them my mouth to show me how good you taste. You start fucking my mouth with your fingers while playing with my balls. 

  My hand moves down to your very soaked pussy. I slide some fingers in and you moan. This makes me even harder knowing you enjoy me finger~fucking you. I can tell you want more though. I take off your top and find a see through lace bra the same color as your panties. You take it off for me in one smooth move.

  You are hungry for me taste your nipples and you pull my head down and take them into my mouth using my tongue to get them hard. You let out a loud moan.  Your hand is now working on my enormous cock. We are both starting to breath heavier. I tell you I want to fuck you. You reply that you want me to fuck you. I slowly lay down on the bed.

  You get on top of me and thrust yourself on me. I gasp as your pussy slowly swallows me. You start fucking me hard while holding my hands above me so you have all control. You keep kissing me so passionately that I can't speak or catch my breath.

  You flip me over to be on top and tell me to you fuck you hard and fast. I move my head so I can suck on your nipples. You are moaning so loud now. I am getting close now to cumming. You stop me. You get on your hands and knees and tell me to fuck you like this. I push my cock into your red haired wet cunt. I rub and pull on your breasts and hard horny nipples that are so hard. You tell me to go harder and deeper. I push my middle finger into your mouth and you suck on it as if it was a cock. Taking my wet finger, I sink it slowly deep into your ass. You are moaning and moving your ass to get more of my finger into you. I yell that I want to cum. You pull yourself off my cock just before I cum. You flip me on my back and thrust your hard clit into my mouth. You tell me to suck you as I feel your fingers rubbing all over my cock. You can feel me pulsating in your hand. 

  You move your pussy back a bit so I can lick your ass. You taste so good with my juices all over you. You ass fuck my mouth while holding my hair. I feel you getting more wet as I slide my thumb over your red clit hard and feel that last pulse before you push yourself up and let out a loud moan as you cum and spray in my mouth. I lick it all up and swallow it all. 

We both collapse on the bed in each other's arms. You kiss me ever so softly on the lips and reach down to see if I have cum yet. I haven't. You smile.



First Meeting



We've been chatting, instant messaging, and talking computer to computer for a year or longer. For the past month we've been planning our first meeting and making arrangements. I have sent you my toys ahead of time. You have booked a suite in the best hotel. Our "List of Rules" has been edited and re-edited, and we both know what to expect. I have a cover story that I'm going to a writers' conference. 

Life is an adventure and we have chosen to participate. It has taken us a long time to accept the fact that our lust will not be denied. We will let it burn brightly and warm us, hoping that we can continue our normal lives and not hurt the ones we love. To go through life not experiencing what we crave is simply not acceptable. I have to give up living safely in order to live fully. I have to know what it is like to submerge myself in my passions, and count on my ability to not let it consume me.

From the time of my sexual awakening I have been aware of my need to be dominated. I long to give up control. I sense that my greatest pleasure will come when that happens. Fate has put me in contact with a man who understands me and whom I can trust to take me and use me without hurting me. 

The day arrives; my husband takes me to the airport and sees me off. I tell him I will see him after the weekend. I arrive at Los Angeles airport late in the afternoon. It's been a long flight from Tucson Arizona, more tedious than anything else. You are waiting for me at passenger arrival.

You are dressed in black slacks, with a long sleeve maroon dress shirt. I think you are handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seem strong and gentle at the same time. You are holding a white jewelry box.

I go directly to you with my carryon bag. You smile at me and hand me the box. I put my bag on the floor and with a trembling hand I open the box. Inside is a beautiful silver necklace. It is thick with small silver leaves that look like ivy. But it is not delicate. The twisted silver stem that holds the leaves appears very sturdy. I look closely and see a dime-sized silver ring seemingly buried in the ivy. I know the necklace is a collar and that if I put it on I will be accepting your ownership of me. Part of our plan was for you to give me a symbolic present on my arrival. My acceptance of the present was to signify my acceptance of the rest of the plan.

I look at you and smile. "It's nice to finally meet you," I say. "The necklace is beautiful."

I remove the necklace from the box and put it around my throat. The clasp in the back is large and snaps easily into place with an audible click. It is snug fit, more like a choker than a necklace. A chill goes down my spine. There's no turning back now.

You place your hands on either side of my face and kiss me. "It's nice to meet you too", you say with a smile. We hug and you take my carryon bag and put an arm around my waist to hold me close. "Let's go."

We walk through the terminal without speaking. Both of us are happy and a little nervous too. Your car is waiting in a temporary parking area and you hold the door open for me. Again I feel that chill as I get into your car.

You get in and turn to me. "Would you like to get something to eat or drink or do you want to head to the hotel? This will be the last time I give you a choice. From here on out, I will be making all the decisions. Do you understand?"

I nod my head, accepting your condition. "Please, Sir, may we get something to drink." I ask you timidly. "It was a long flight and I would like to talk for a little while." You smile confidently and tell me to relax, that we are going to have a great time.

You take me to an upscale lounge near the airport. As you help me out of the car you lean down and whisper in my ear. "Shera, did you do as I instructed you." I nod my head yes. Your calling me "Shera" thrills me; it is the name you have chosen because it reminds you of "Scheherazade", the slave girl who stayed alive by charming her master with fanciful stories.

"Stand still," you order. You reach into my jacket pocket and take out my wet panties. I had removed them in the lavatory on the plane. You sniff them and put them in your pants pocket. You smile at me and usher me into the lounge, your hand is around my waist holding me close.

We are seated side by side at a corner table. A waiter comes to take our order. You order a beer for yourself and a glass of white wine for me. The waiter nods and leaves us. I wonder if he has seen the lust in my eyes.

You slide your hand along my thigh and slowly slide it up and down my leg (I'm wearing a short skirt with a black top as ordered by you). You turn to me and ask me, "What would you like to talk about, Shera."

"I'm a little nervous, Sir", I say. "When will we begin our adventure?"

You smile knowingly. "It's already begun, Shera. You are wearing my gift around your lovely neck." I gaze at you with wonder. You've come a long way since we began our chatting sessions. You have a more confident manner and feel more comfortable being in control. I am aroused by your attitude and feel a wetness seeping onto the top of my inner thighs.

The waiter returns with our drinks. His eyes linger on mine as if he knows. He smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up sign. Am I that obvious?

You reach into your pocket for a piece of paper. It is our list of rules. You tell me to read them aloud.

I start to read and the realization hits me that this is really happening. My life-long fantasy is going to be fulfiled. The rules are detailed and specific, and I am embarrassed reading them. My face is flushed but I keep going to the end. 

Rules for First Meeting

1. John promises that safety and discretion will be observed at all times -- in public and in private.

2. Birth control will not be an issue because John has had a vasectomy. STD's will not be an issue because both parties have been tested and emailed the reports to the other

3. Once Shera accepts John's present at the airport, John is in complete control. If Shera does not want to continue she may use the safe word and then leave. Otherwise Shera must submit.

4. John may humiliate Shera by calling her names, in public or in private.

5. Shera will always address John as "Sir", unless ordered otherwise.

6. John's control includes:

       What Shera will wear or not wear in public and private.

       What Shera will eat or drink and when Shera will eat or drink.

       Ordering food and drink for Shera, except when Shera is alone.

       All activities when Shera is with him.

       Some, but not all, of Shera's activities when she alone.

7. Shera must show respect at all times (public and private). Unless told otherwise, every sentence uttered by Shera addressed to John must include the word Sir. When in private Shera will obey all instructions without question or suffer whatever punishment John deems appropriate.

8. Shera is free to orgasm at will, but each climax must be reported to John.

9. Shera's safe word is 'RedRose. During punishment sessions the stop light method will be used if either party needs to adjust. Red will mean stop; yellow will mean slow down; and green will mean continue.

       

10. John's cock is to be sucked clean after every ejaculation, once Shera learns to clean cock. (It is expected that Shera will learn this very fast.)

11. Before going to sleep each night, Shera will provide a titfuck. All cum landing on Shera's face must be left until the morning. The rest must be immediately scooped up and swallowed, as training for when Shera will deep throat John and swallow all his cum.

12. In the absence of other instructions, Shera must be kneeling and prepared to suck on John's cock or lick his balls.

13. Morning rituals: When Shera is with John she will wake before John and be ready to please. She will remove any nightclothes and lie on her side facing him. If he awakes and pinches her nipple that will be the signal that he wants her to begin his morning cock massage. She will take the head of his cock gently between her thumb and finger and rub it back and forth. With her other hand she will hold his balls and tease his ass hole. After his cock is rock hard, John may give her nipple a quick double pinch, which will be the signal that he wants her to straddle his legs and guide his cock into her pussy. She will then ride his cock up and down until he shoots his cum inside her.

When Shera is alone, she will check her pussy each morning to make sure it is shaved smooth. If so inclined she may use the special vibrator that John has bought her.

14. Afternoon rituals: When Shera is with John she will stand by as John does other activities, just in case he wants to use her. Sometimes in the afternoons John will feel the need to administer a "preemptive punishment", which is designed to remind Shera that she is under his control. He may call her into his office and bend her over his desk for a light spanking on her bare ass. Afterwards he may fuck her from behind or finger her pussy until she cums.

When Shera is alone she will use a "cup set" to enlarge and sensitize her nipples. Both nipples will be sucked into the cups and left there for at least ten minutes. The next time she is with John, she will tell him that her nipples have been treated and ask him if he wants to inspect them.

15. Evening rituals: When Shera is with John she will follow his lead to do whatever he wants. If John has not cum by the time he is ready to go to sleep, Shera will automatically get into position to provide a tit fuck. She will kneel naked on the floor in front of John while he is sitting on the edge of the bed. From this position she will hold her tits and squeeze John's cock between them. She will occasionally drag her nipples across the tip of John's cock and urge him to cum in her face. On request she will tell John in detail about her latest fantasies, holding nothing back.

When Shera is alone she will read erotic stories and generate her own erotic fantasies, making notes so that she can tell John about them.

16. Anal Sex and Enemas: It is understood that Shera's ass belongs to John to use as he sees fit. Also, Shera must submit to enemas whenever John desires to clean her before ass play. John may administer the enemas and determine the length of time Shera must endure them, but Shera will be permitted to use the bathroom in private.

17. Swinging: There will be times when John will want to share Shera with other people, both men and women. In these cases John will always be present and will make sure safe sex is practiced. Shera will help John to recruit others to join in their games.

18. Punishments: Punishment will be corporal. For a normal infringement Shera can expect to receive 10 spanks per ass cheek, 15 on her pussy and 10 hard smacks on each tit. Blatant infringements may be punished other ways, at John's discretion. Spankings and whippings may be delivered by hand, or by paddle, strap, whip, cane, or other implement, and will be designed to cause pain without breaking the skin. Shera may be tied down or forced to hold a position on her own. Punishment will be served for any disobedience or hesitation unless the safe word (RedRose) is used so both parties can discuss the situation.

       Agreed to:

____________________________       __________________________       Shera                                          John

Finally I finish reading the rules, and the images have my pussy positively dripping.

"Do you understand all of rules Shera?" 

I nod my head. You reach into your pocket and hand me a pen, "Sign and date it, Shera",

I obey your command and with trembling hands I return the signed list back to you. You scribble your initials and put it in your pocket.

"All right then," you say. "Let's finish our drinks and get started on our adventure. We have lots to do today."

I look into your hard eyes and signal my acceptance by briefly licking my lips. Your hand has returned to my leg under the table and is moving upward. We both know when you reach the top there will nothing between me and your fingers.

You are holding my eyes with yours as you give me my first command. "Open your legs and try not to move."

My adventure has begun.



First Meeting



As I walked into the bar and looked around, I didn't see him. Glancing at my watch, I realized that I was a little early, so I walked over to the end of the bar and sat down, making sure I was in a good vantage point to see him when he arrived, but far enough away from the main crowd so we could have some privacy. Signaling the bartender, I ordered a Cosmo and looked toward the door. Sensing just how nervous I was, I started focusing on calming myself down. So I was very glad when my drink arrived, and I immediately started sipping it as I felt it taking the edge off the anxiety I was feeling. After all, being nervous, anxious and excited all at the same time is very tiring.

Sitting there, I started thinking about how I had met this man on one of my forays into the Internet and its vast cavern of possibilities. For over a month, we had exchanged emails. Then a few days ago, we had talked on the phone, and when I heard his very deep, sexy voice, I became very intrigued. Small talk quickly drifted into a more erotic exchange, and before long, I found myself playing with my pussy as we talked. Not surprisingly, he said he noticed a change in my voice and asked if I was playing with myself. When I said yes, he told me he was stroking his cock, and that he couldn't wait to stick his hard, stiff cock inside my pussy. Titillated by the thought of it, I told him that I wanted to suck on his cock, sticking it deep down inside her throat, and then stroke his cock while I looked into his eyes, seeing how much he was enjoying it. And then, after that, I wanted him to fuck me, deep and hard. So of course, before long we were having full-blown phone sex during which I came three times, each one more intense than before. And as the intensity erupted even further, I knew without a doubt that was the best phone sex I had ever had. And now sitting at the bar, I was becoming very wet, hot and bothered just thinking about it.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see him standing there. A little embarrassed, I looked at him and said, "Oh my, how long have you been standing there?" with slight puzzlement in my voice.

Smiling, he replied, "Long enough to know that you were in very deep thought." Knowing that was true, I confessed that I had been thinking about him, wondering if the picture he had sent me was current and not taken 15 years ago like the last guy I met. Laughing, he asked if it was really that old, to which I replied yes, it was, and that it really amazes me how deceptive some people are on dating websites.

Then, as he sat down next to me, he said in a very low, sexy voice, "So am I doing okay so far?"

Practically melting at the sound of his voice, I replied, "Very good... oh yes, very good, baby."

And with that, he whispered seductively in my ear, "Well, I was hoping you were thinking about that amazing phone sex we had a couple of nights ago," to which he added, "I've been thinking about it a lot... it was very hot."

Looking at him, our eyes met, and I just winked while taking another sip of my Cosmo. Realizing I was being coy, he winked back at me. And then he turned, waved to the bartender, and said he'd have a Long Island Iced Tea. As the bartender turned to make his drink, he put his hand on my leg and started rubbing it lightly. With each rub, each touch of his hand, I could feel myself becoming more turned on, and very wet.

Just then, the bartender brought his drink, and he started to sip it, all the while looking at me very sensually in the eyes.

"You are very pretty, even prettier in person than I expected," he said as he began rubbing my leg again, "And very sexy, too."

"Why, thank you, that's very nice of you to say," I replied, having a hard time hiding my arousal as his hand moved further up my leg.

"I wasn't trying to be nice, just honest," he said in a sincere tone.

At that point, I was finding it difficult not to simply start undressing. "Oh my," I said, "you rubbing my leg is really having an effect on me."

Looking at me very seductively, he said, "Oh good, I was hoping so."

I closed my eyes and drank in the erotic, sensual feelings I was experiencing, and then said, "You better watch out or I'll take my clothes off right here and now."

He laughed and then said, "Hmmm, I think we need to get you another drink, and then maybe you really will."

Turning to the bartender, he said, "Another round for the lady and me, please."

Laughing a little, I said, "Between the one drink and you rubbing my leg, I'm already yours if you want me."

"Oh yes," he replied sensually, "I want you, and I've wanted you for the moment we first exchanged messages," as his hand moved even higher.

Feeling way beyond aroused now, I thought to myself, "Well, baby, I'm definitely yours for the taking."

As his hand continued to rub my leg, he said, "When I heard your voice on the phone, I knew I had to have you, especially after that hot phone sex," completing the thought he had begun as his hand reached my wet, hot pussy. Pushing my panties aside, he touched my pussy and started rubbing it, at first lightly and then a little harder. As his eyes grew larger, it was obvious he was getting very turned on by how wet I was since at that point, my wetness was practically dripping on the bar stool.

When our drinks arrived, I grabbed mine quickly to take a big swig, realizing I needed more liquid courage as he continued to rub my leg.

Between sips, I looked at him and said, "I told you I'm wet and wild."

"Well, that's an understatement," he said, continuing by saying, "Why don't we move to that booth in the corner?" as he pointed toward a very secluded table in a dark corner of the bar.

"That's a good idea," I replied, slipping off the bar stool, and then saying, "I'll meet you over there, baby."

"Okay, beautiful, I'll pay our tab and be right there, " he said in response.

As I walked toward the booth, I thought, "Wow, this is amazing. Heis so sexy, and I am so wet and turned on."

As I reached the booth, I slid across and sat by the wall, wanting to leave room for him to sit next to me. Yearning to feel his cock through his pants, I wanted him sitting next to me and not across from me. Luckily, the tables had white tablecloths on them so we could hide what I was planning, and obviously what he had in mind, too. Then, as I looked up, I saw him walking toward the booth, holding 2 more drinks.

When he reached the booth, I said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

He laughed and then said, "Just don't want you to chicken out on what we started at the bar."

"Little chance of that," I replied as he sat down next to me. 

Before I could say another word, he started rubbing my leg again, his hand moving up and down my thigh, teasing me by coming ever so close to my pussy and then going back down my thigh. The chemistry between us was very obvious, but I longed to have him kiss me because that would be the true test. I mean, if a man isn't a good kisser, forget it. Period.

Then, as he was rubbing my thigh and teasing me with the near misses, he touched my pussy with his fingers and started rubbing it again, sending incredible shivers throughout my body. I moaned and then closed my eyes, lost in the moment. With my eyes still closed, I reached out, touched his leg, and enjoyed hearing him gasp lightly as I started rubbing his thigh. Opening my eyes, I looked at him, and as our eyes met, I ran my hand up his thigh and touched his cock through his pants, and then started rubbing it. It was very hard, which made me very happy. An affirmation of how turned on we both were. Me wet, him hard. Two very good things, and a great combination.

Continuing to rub his cock through his pants, I could also tell that it was very big, which also elated me since I had needed a big, hard cock in my wet, hot pussy for quite a while now. And as he continued to play with my pussy, I came closer and closer to cumming right there in the bar. We were both obviously getting extremely turned on, and very hot. Closing my eyes, I sat there, taking in every ounce of the sensuality I was feeling as he continued to rub my pussy. Then, with a thrust, he pushed two of his fingers into my waiting pussy.

As I gasped and moaned, he leaned over and asked, "So how does that feel, baby? Do you like my fingers in your pussy?"

"Oh God, yes," I replied breathlessly, as I continued to moan, trying not to be too loud but having a very hard time not screaming out.

And then, as he pushed his two fingers in further, and then added a third, I could feel myself starting to cum, and as I gasped and moaned, I looked at him in the eyes and whispered, "Oh God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, baby. Can you feel my pussy starting to cum?"

"Wow, yes baby, I can feel your vagina contracting around my fingers, and it feels so good," he replied, sounding extremely turned on as I began to cum right there in the booth.

And then, with an incredibly sensual rush, I started cumming, and as I gasped, I whispered, "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming. Oh God, I'm cumming," having a very hard time staying quiet as I gasped and moaned as quietly as I could. Feeling an incredible wave of amazingly sensual feelings crash over me, I came, and came, and came.

Finally, not able to stay quiet anymore, I gathered my thoughts and said, "Why don't we go to my place now, where we can have more privacy," knowing I was going way out on a limb.

"Wow, really?" he replied in a surprised tone, "I'd love to go to your place." Getting up, he put out his hand to help me out of the booth. Then, without saying a word, he put his arm around me as we walked silently through the bar and to his car, which was parked in a remote corner of the parking lot.

When we got to his car, he stopped, took me in his arms, and starting kissing me. Deep, passionate kisses that made me melt and even more wet. As he continued to kiss me and the sparks continued to fly, he held me tightly. I could feel his stiff cock against me, which made me want him even more. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to fuck me.

Then he turned to open the car door for me, and I sat down inside. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. When he sat down, he reached over and started kissing me again, running his hand up and down my thigh, rubbing my dripping pussy, sticking his fingers deep inside me again.

"Oh baby, I want you so much. I want to fuck you deep and hard," he said, sounding very sensual but also anxious.

"Well, let's go to my place then, and you can fuck me, just as long, deep and hard as you want," I replied, feeling so incredibly turned on that my tits felt like they were going to burst, wanting him to rub my tits and suck on my nipples so much.

Then, almost as though he was reading my mind, he started kissing me again as he put his hand up my blouse, undid my bra, and started massaging my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples.

"Wow, your nipples are very hard and erect, baby," he said as he pinched them some more.

Then, as he pushed me down a little, he started licking my nipples, swirling his tongue around them, licking them, nibbling on them, and then drawing them into his mouth.

"Oh my God," I said, almost panting, reveling in how good it felt for him to suck on my tits; and then I said breathlessly, "That feels so good, baby, please don't stop."

And then gasping loudly, I called out, "Oh baby, you're going to make me cum again. I'm going to cum again."

"That's what I have in mind," he said, in an incredibly sexy voice, as he started rubbing my leg again and then starting pushing his fingers in and out of my pussy as he continued to suck on my nipples.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum," I called out, trying not to scream. And then, feeling amazingly erotic sensations wash over me, I gasped, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, I'm going to cum," getting louder and louder, no longer able to be quiet.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it," he urged me on, "cum for me, cum for me again," as he continued to finger-fuck me, pushing his fingers in and out of my hot, wet, dripping pussy, more and more furiously.

"Oh my word, baby, that's it," I shouted, "yes, that's it, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," this time even more loudly.

Then as I gasped even louder, feeling very strong erotic sensations flow over me as I shouted out, "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming, " practically gasping for air.

"Oh yes, baby, cum for me, cum for me, just like that," he urged me on as I felt an amazing orgasm wash over me, writhing in pleasure there in his arms... in his car... feeling like I was floating...

Then as my orgasm started to subside, I felt the urge to touch his cock and wanted so much to give him head. Before I knew it, my hand was reaching out to unzip his pants, revealing his very hard, erect cock.

Looking at his cock, I said, "Wow, baby, your cock is amazing," playing with it, gazing at it without looking at him, almost mesmerized by the sight of his erection.

Still under his spell, I said, "Do you want me to suck cock here in the parking lot?" already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from his lips.

"Oh yes, baby," he said, "please give me head... suck my cock. It needs to be in your mouth."

And with that, I leaned down and started licking the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had formed there. Continuing to lick the tip of his dick, I started stroking the shaft of his penis lightly, up and down, up and down, and then a little harder and more forceful. Then as I grabbed his balls, massaging them with my hand, I took the entire length of his cock in my mouth, sticking it as far down my throat as I could. Hearing him gasp and moan, I became even more turned on, feeling so incredibly horny and wanting him so much to fuck me. Sucking his cock as I pulled up with my mouth, I started stroking his cock again and looked at him in the eyes as I licked the tip of his cock again. His eyes were glossed over, and it was obvious he was very close to cumming, so I pushed down again with my mouth, taking his hard, stiff cock into my throat again as I sucked on it forcefully.

Moving my head up and down, up and down on his cock, then hearing him moan and groan, saying, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum," made me even more turned on. And then when he jerked slightly and with a loud groan, he started cumming in my mouth. Feeling his warm cum shoot into my mouth, I kept sucking on his cock gently, enjoying hearing him moan as he continued shooting his cum into my mouth.

"Wow, baby," he said with an amazed tone in his voice, "you're very good at that."

I looked at him, making sure he saw me as I swallowed his cum and then lick my lips.

Looking at me with wonderment in his eyes, he said, "Wow, you swallowed my cum," to which I replied, "Yes, and it was wonderful, and you have a great cock."

Still looking at me, he replied, "Well, thank you, Sweetie. You have an amazing mouth, and lips, and tits, and nipples. And your pussy is incredible, so hot and wet."

Taking it all in, I smiled and said, "Thank you, baby, I've enjoyed every minute of all this."

Then, taking my hand in his, he asked, "Can we still go to your place?" to which I immediately replied, "Oh yes, let's do that."

Turning to start his car, he backed up and then headed toward the exit of the parking lot. Looking over at me, he asked for directions, which I gave him, and he started driving up the street. Before very long, we were at my place.

"Here we are," I announced, as he stopped the car, got out, walked around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. "Ah, a true gentleman," I said with awe in my voice. "Thank you very much. Not many men open car doors for women these days, you know."

He laughed and then said, "Well, I like treating a lady like a lady," and then looking at me, he winked and added, "...in and out of the bedroom."

Smiling coyly, I replied, "Well, you're doing very well with being a gentlemen," then pausing slightly, and continuing by saying, "but it seems there's enough bad boy in you to make things interesting," in a naughty tone.

"Ah, you like bad boys, do you?" he replied, obviously intrigued.

"No, actually, what I like is gentlemen with a little wild streak in them," I said, taunting him just a little.

"Well, why don't we go inside and I'll show you my wild side," he replied, "because I definitely have one, and I think you do, too."

Giggling slightly, I said, "Yes, I do, and if you do, that's great," becoming more and more intrigued.

Turning, we walked side-by-side to the front door of my apartment. As I unlocked the front door and we both walked in, he immediately took me in his arms and started kissing me, even more passionately than before. His kisses were practically intoxicating, making me feel euphoric as our tongues started dancing together. As we continued to kiss, I started feeling very intense feelings flowing over me, totally removing me from time and space as though we had been transported to our own universe. His hands, which had been around my back, pulling me toward him, began running up and down my back, stopping at my ass as he began rubbing and squeezing me. Then reaching down, he pulled my skirt up and started running his hands up and down my ass and legs. It felt so good, and I was getting so incredibly turned on that I could hardly stand it. Guiding me over to the couch, where I sat down, he knelt in front of me, pulled my panties down and then as he removed them, he put his head between my legs and started licking my pussy wildly. As I gasped and moaned, he put his tongue in my pussy, swirling it around and then drawing it out as he flicked my clit with his tongue several times. Sticking his tongue back in my pussy, he started probing my cunt with his tongue over and over again as amazing sensations flowed over me, making me crazy with passion.

"Wow, baby," I said breathlessly, "that feels so good. You're very good with your tongue."

He just looked at me in the eyes and kept probing my cunt with his tongue, flicking my clit and driving me to the brink of an orgasm. Then reaching up, he pulled off my blouse and grabbed my breasts with both hands, and running his tongue from my pussy up my abdomen to my chest, he started licking my tits, taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth and sucking on them. Holding one breast in his hand as he continued to suck on my nipples, he took his other hand and started playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit and sticking his fingers in and out of my cunt, which was so wet at this point that it was squishing with moisture as he finger-fucked me.

"Oh baby," I called out, "that feels amazing. Yes, that's it, stick your tongue in my pussy. Oh my, that feels so good." God, I thought, I'm going to cum again for the third time. And all I could think about was how I wanted to feel his hard, stiff cock inside me. Now.

"Oh God, you're so good at that," I said breathlessly, "but I want you to fuck me with your cock now. I want you to fuck me with your stiff, hard cock, just as deep and hard as you can."

And with that, I stood up, took him by the hand and led him into my bedroom.



First Meeting



I chose a coffee shop for our first meeting, because of our shared addiction to caffeine. Although we had shared many emails and had spoken on the phone a few times, I was a little nervous about our first meeting. I did not really know how well you related to men given your traumatic past, but I was still excited about finally getting to meet you in person. 

After a brief wait, I looked up from my reverie to see you walking toward me. I stood to greet you, and I was immediately taken by your easy smile. Within minutes we were relaxed and comfortable, talking as if we were old friends and not just internet acquaintances meeting in person for the first time.

Several cups of coffee later, we decided to leave the coffee shop. You suggested a park several miles away where we could go to walk and enjoy the unusually warm December day, and soon we were on the way. As I drove, I rested my hand on the back of the seat so I could stroke your neck. I felt you stiffen at my touch, but I persisted in the hope that it would help you relax. I enjoyed the smoothness of your skin and the silkiness of your hair against my fingertips. Soon you had your eyes closed and your head was pressed against my hand as I gently massaged your supple flesh. 

With your eyes still closed you reached out and stoked my leg just above the knee. We continued that way for several minutes as we made our way in to the park. I found a secluded space near the far end of the lot and parked there. I looked over and your eyes were still closed, your hand still on my knee. I leaned toward you and kissed your ear. You took a deep breath, but still you kept your eyes closed. I kissed the side of your forehead, your cheek, your hair. You slowly turned your head toward me, and I kissed your lips. That kiss ignited a fire that smoldered within you, and that first kiss became deep and passionate as our tongues met and intertwined.

I pulled you closer as we kissed more deeply; desire spread through my loins. With my left hand I unbuttoned your blouse, and soon my hand was inside the cup of your bra caressing the tender flesh of your breast. Your nipple hardened at my touch, and our kiss became more animated. 

I felt your hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, and soon your fingers were stroking my cock through the fabric of my jeans. My state of arousal was obvious given the swell you felt beneath your fingers, and I took your actions as an invitation. I removed my hand from your breast and pressed it up beneath the hem of your skirt. You parted your legs to allow me ready access to your hidden charms. As I moved my hand up between your thighs, you slid down in the seat and spread your legs farther. Your eyes were still closed as my fingertips reached the dampness of your panties. I pressed my fingers against you and I felt the swell of your pussy lips through the fabric. You sighed softly as I ran my fingers over your covered cunt. 

Being the curious man that I am, I pushed the fabric aside so that I could explore your shaved pussy for the first time. Your skin was wet with your juices as I caressed your clit and then toyed with your luscious lips. Without saying a word, you raised your hips and removed your panties. As I pressed my open hand against your pussy you raised your ass and pushed against my hand. I was tempted to unzip and allow you to touch my exposed cock, but I decided on another course of action. 

"Come with me," I said, and you followed me along the trail to a forested part of the park. 

Once we were back in the woods and away from the path, I pushed you toward a large rock. I turned you away from me and commanded you to lean forward and rest your upper body on the rock. I moved behind you and lifted your skirt up onto your back. As I unbuckled my jeans, I stepped back so that I could admire your lovely ass and your smooth cunt peeking out between your upper thighs. 

I moved forward and pressed my cock against your ass. At my touch you tried to rise up and turn around, as if you were having second thoughts. I smacked your ass hard with my open hand, unconcerned that those walking on the path nearby might hear us. 

"Don't move." I slapped your ass again. I saw you squirm as the heat radiated through your flesh. 

I placed my swollen cock between your thighs and rested it there for a moment. Now subdued, you wiggled your ass against me in invitation. When I did not accept right away, you moved your hand to my cock and tried to place it into your pussy.

SMACK! "What do you think you are doing? I will fuck you when I am ready. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I am sorry for being so forward, but I need your cock inside me." 

SMACK! "I will tell you what you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you said, more meekly this time. 

Unsure how long our privacy might last, I placed the head of my cock against the opening of your pussy and pressed slowly forward. Then suddenly, I drove my cock inside you, burying its entire lengthy within your swollen pussy. You moaned loudly as your cunt stretched to accommodate the intruder. 

"Yes, moan if you like. Cry out. Scream. Beg. I want passers-by to know you are getting fucked. I want them to hear you begging for my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes. So fuck me hard. Fuck me now!"

Reaching up, I wrapped my hand in your hair and pulled your body back toward me as I began fucking you. I loved the feel of your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, and I closed my eyes so that I could focus on the sensations. With eyes closed, I listened to the slurping sound emitted by your pussy on every thrust. Damn, you were a good fuck!

When I opened my eyes, I noticed some movement in the bushes about 30 feet in front of us. I could not make out the details of who was watching, but I knew that there was someone interested in watching us. 

I pulled hard on your hair as I pumped harder into you. You were holding your body up with your arms as you wiggled your ass against me, pulling my cock fully within you on each and every stroke. 

"You have a fuckable pussy, Louise. Do you like the way my cock fills it?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Do you know that we are being watched? Look there in the bushes? Can you see our visitor?"

"Yeessss!" The movements of your ass became quicker and sharper as you fucked me more forcefully for our viewer. You began to moan loudly as our coupling became more violent.

Suddenly, I pulled my cock out of you and moved back a bit. You turned to look at me over your shoulder, but you made no effort to cover yourself of to stand up. I studied your ass noting the redness caused by my earlier slaps meant to get your attention. 

"So, what would you like now? Want me to fuck your pussy and make you cum? Or how about your ass? Are you ready to be fucked in your ass? Do you want me to stretch that lovely asshole with me cock? Tell me what you want."

"Oh, yes! Fuck me in the ass!," you said in a quiet tone.

"Louder! I want our visitor to hear you. Beg me to fuck your ass so he can hear!"

"Please fuck my ass! Please! I want your cock in my ass."

With that, you reached behind and pulled your ass cheeks apart, inviting me to fuck you. Unable to resist any longer, I wet my cock head with saliva and placed it against your puckered hole. You moved your hands back to the rock you were leaning against to prepare for the assault that you knew was coming.

I moved slowly forward and pressed into your tight hole. My plan was to press slowly forward to avoid causing you any pain, but you wanted none of that. As soon as my cock began delving inside you, you pushed back hard and forced my cock deep inside you. You moaned loudly as you were split wide by my engorged dick, but you did not pull away. 

"What do you think you are doing?," I said as I slapped your ass. SMACK! Do you think you are in charge?" SMACK! SMACK! "Tell me you are sorry, or I will pull out and leave you standing here with you ass in the air. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry. Please don't stop. I love the feel of your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I spanked your ass as I resumed probing deep inside your tight asshole. You moved back against me on every thrust, and we soon developed a rhythm that drove us to new heights of ecstasy. During this time, I repeatedly pulled back on your hair, forcing my cock fully within you on every stroke. And on every stoke, I slapped your now crimson ass cheeks. SMACK! Thrust. SMACK! Thrust. SMACK! Thrust. SMACK!

By this time your moans were punctuated by grunts that coincided with every thrust I made inside you. I could tell you were staring into the bushes, wondering who was watching and just what they could see. But you were undeterred by this visitor, by the setting, by the fact that you had a cock in your ass in the great outdoors. All you were concerned about, all you were focused on, was the feel of my hard cocking ripping apart your delicate ass. SMACK! Thrust. SMACK! Thrust.

Soon, I could feel the cum begin to rise up from my balls. Your sounds, being watched, the tightness of your ass were too much to allow me to hold back any longer.

"I'm going to cum, Louise! I am going to shoot my cum deep inside your ass! Are you ready?"

"Yes, fuck me hard. Fill me with your cum."

And so I did. I pumped harder and faster, fucking you for all I was worth. You screamed loudly at my renewed aggressiveness, but I could not tell if it were from pain or pleasure. I did not care. All I could think about was shooting my load of cum deep inside of you. 

SMACK! Thrust. SMACK! Thrust. SMACK! THRUST. THRUST. THRUST. And then I came, long and hard.

You yowled loudly as I came, a deep guttural cry like a she wolf might make when she was taken by her mate. The sound sent shivers through me, and pumped even harder against you in response. 

Soon, I was spent, and your body slumped forward to press against the rock. We remained that way for several minutes as we caught our breath. I saw our visitor slink away as we stood there and recovered. Eventually, my cock shrunk and slipped out of your ass. I straightened my clothes as you stood up and turned to face me. I leaned forward and gave you a kiss. 

I took your hand and led you back toward the car. As we approached the parking lot, a patrol car pulled up and parked beside my car. The ranger stepped out and walked toward us.

"How are you folks doing this afternoon?"

"Fine, Sir. Just out to enjoy this fine day."

"Did you see anything suspicious? We had reports of strange sounds coming from the woods?"

"No, sir. Nothing out of the ordinary."

At that point he glanced at you. His trained eyes noted your flushed countenance, your disarrayed hair, the slight post-orgasm fog in your eyes. He might also have noted the thin trail of cum that was not tricking down the inside of your calf, but if he did, he did not say anything.

"Well, thank you anyway. You folks have a good afternoon." And with that, he proceeded on toward the woods.

We hurried toward the car where you recovered your panties and pulled them on to keep my cum from puddling in my car seat. As we drove quickly away from the park, we had a good laugh and promised each other that there would be many more such adventures.



First Meeting



I heard my phone go off and my fingers automatically began to hit pretend keys in the air to "Fur Elise," one of my favorite songs to play on the keyboard. I walked over to the phone and hit the button to see who text me. I smiled when I saw it was from Thomas, a long time, long distance friend. We had spoken to each other for at least five years. I had taken about a two year sabbatical on talking over the Internet but had recently returned. Upon my return, Thomas had given me his cell number and I had started texting him instead of e-mailing. This was a good thing. It was easier to text then to jump on the net to check in boxes. I read the text, "what's up, baby? How are you?" 

I smiled as I typed my response, "not much. It's summer time. Don't have anything to do, no classes, no work. It kinda sux! Other than that, I'm good. How r u doing?" 

I brought the phone with me as I sat back down on the couch and hit play on the remote. I am a graduate student so during the semester I do not get much time to watch television. I had entire seasons of my favorite shows to watch and currently I was into watching "Ghost Hunters." 

The phone went back off and I looked down at it, "I'm good. Can I ask you to do me a favor?" 

My eyebrow went up but I didn't think much of it. He had asked for these things before: do me a favor, call me, let me hear your voice; do me a favor also meant, sometimes, that we were about to start one of our extremely hot fuck-talk sessions. I replied back, "yeah if I can. What is it?" 

I fast forwarded through the commercials and by the time the show came back on my phone was going off again, "will you give me your address?" 

My head went back with a look of shock. Why did he want my address? In the years that we had been talking he had never asked for anything like that. I probably wouldn't have ever given it to him, but I thought it was strange. I replied, "Y do u want my addy?" 

The response was quick, "cuz I want to send u sumthin." 

"What do u want to send me?" 

"Y do u ask so many questions?" 

I took a deep breath, let it out, and replied, "This makes me a little nervous." 

"There's no need to be nervous. Do u think I'd do anything bad?" 

"Do I really know the real u?" 

"Jessi. C'mon it'll be fine. I promise. It's just a little sumthin to say thnx for all the years." 

"Lemme have ur addy." 

"What? Y?" 

"Y do u want mine?" 

"I'll give it to u." 

"How will I know if it is really ur addy?" 

"How do I know if u give me urs that it'll really be where u live?" 

"You can chk mine. There's this thing called the Internet." 

"U could chk mine too." 

"Well, Thomas, u gonna give it to me or what?" 

He replied with an address. I replied back, "This is ur real addy? If I looked it up, I would be satisfied?" 

"Yes, Jessi, it seriously is my real addy. I promise to God. Now give me urs." 

"U know there are certain sins that u can't just go and confess to and getting an address from someone that u might be wanting to rape and kill is one of those sins. Don't promise to God if ur lying to me." 

"I'm not lying to u. Nor do I want to rape and kill u." 

I finally gave in and gave him my address. 

"Thnx, baby. Watch the mail." 

"Y? R u sending a bomb or sumthin?" 

"Dammit, girl! Stop that." 

I waited anxiously all week. I watched for the mailman and made him hand me each envelope. He looked at me weird but didn't say anything to me. Finally, there was an envelope with Thomas' return address on it. I looked at it but wouldn't touch it. 

"Open that." 

"What?" 

"Open that letter for me." 

"Why? I can't do that. I'd get fired." 

"I'm not going to tell." 

"Seriously, I can't do it." 

"Seriously, you will do it." 

It never took people long to succumb to what I wanted them to do and he opened the letter for me. He showed it to me, "see." He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. It was a little note that said, "see you soon." Inside the envelope was a plane ticket. 

"What did you think it was?" 

"I didn't know." 

He looked at me weirdly again, shook his head and went off to finish his route. I held the ticket in my hand. The departure date was for this coming Friday. I noticed it wasn't a round trip ticket. I went in the house and text Thomas.

"Hey, what's this plane ticket for?" 

"It's for you to come see me." 

"I don't fly." 

"You can cash it in. Then you could use the money to buy the gas it takes to get down here." 

"Y'd u do this?" 

"I think that we have waited long enough to see each other. I knew you wouldn't make the first move. I can't leave here to come up there so I did the only thing I could think of." 

"R u serious?" 

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have spent the money on the ticket." 

"It's not a round trip ticket." 

"Thought myb u'd like it down here enough to stay." 

"U know I can't stay. I have school and a life and everything else up here." 

"Wishful thinking. When u get tired of being here I'll buy u a plane ticket home." 

"No u won't. Ur going to kidnap me and keep me there." 

"That's very wishful thinking." 

"OMG!" 

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. You know me. You know I couldn't do that." 

"How do I know? How do I really know? You could have been lying to me all these years." 

"U have major trust issues don't you?" 

"We rnt psycho-analyzing me." 

"Jessi, seriously, I just want to see you in real life.  You could stay the weekend, then I'll buy you a ticket home or you could buy yrslf one doesn't matter really." 

"Alright, whatever. Thnx for the ticket." 

"I'm going to be at the airport to pick you up. If ur not there....." 

I knew that was coming. I really had no choice now. He knew where I lived. It wouldn't be too hard for him to take a short trip up to Kansas City. 

Friday morning rolled around. I got up early and drove to the cathedral. I walked into the chapel and got on my knees. I prayed until I heard a noise. I turned around and saw my Father walking through. 

"Father Matt?" 

"Good morning, Jessica, how are you?" 

"I'm good. Father Matt, can I speak to you?" 

"Yes. I'm hear aren't I?" 

He gave a playful smile and I smiled back. Father Matt was not like any priest I had ever met before. 

"Well...actually...I need to confess." 

He looked at me and waved his hand for me to follow him. We went into the confessional room. I didn't wait for him to say his opening prayer but crossed myself and dove right in, "forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession." 

I spilled my soul out to Father Matt. I told him things that I had never confessed before, would have never confessed until my deathbed. Then I told him what was about to happen. 

"I had to confess in case I'm murdered." 

"Do you really think he's going to hurt you? If you really think this then I advise you not to go." 

"I don't know. I'm probably being over-dramatic. We have talked about meeting for years. I guess I just have never prepared myself for it." 

He laughed and patted me on the head, "Jessica, I think you'll be okay. But you have to come back and confess what you're about to do. I'm sure everything your going to do will be sinful." 

He winked at me and I blushed but nodded my head. He gave me my penance for my sins. I really didn't think that he gave me enough, but what do I know. I never thought he gave me enough for the things that I have done. I went back into the chapel and did what he told me to. Before I left I asked Father Matt to bless my rosary before I hung it around my neck.  

"Don't worry Jess. I think you'll be fine. I should know, you know." 

He pointed up at the ceiling and I laughed and nodded, "okay Father." 

I stepped out of the terminal, a little dizzy and sick from the plane ride. As I looked up at the people waiting for friends and family, I saw Thomas. He stood there, in a black tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. His arms were crossed under his chest. I saw a look of wonder on his face. He hadn't seen me yet. I dropped back behind a man and looked at him longer. I didn't know why. I knew what he looked like, but I wanted to study him in person. I took my eyes from his short brown hair to his eyebrows. I immediately wanted to touch them. I have a small obsession with eyebrows and from the first time I saw a picture of his face I liked his. I liked the way they were shaped, the thickness of them. I wanted to run my thumb over each one. I moved on looking over his lips and jaw line. He was a very attractive man. I moved my eyes down the rest of him. He was tall; he kept himself in good shape. My eyes lingered on the area of his cock. I knew what was there, had seen many pictures of his cock. I didn't realize that the man I was hiding behind had moved and I heard Thomas' voice say my name. I looked up at him and smiled. 

There is always this kind of odd silence between people who are meeting for the first time. I had talked to him on several occasions. I knew some about his life; he knew some about mine, but it still felt extremely odd to be standing right in front of him. I let his eyes drink me in, as I had done him. I watched as he looked at my strawberry-blond hair. I tried not to lock eyes with him as he studied my face. I saw his eyes go to my big blue eyes, and down my nose to my full lips and then further. I had on a tank top with a light sweater unbuttoned over it. His eyes rested on my full breasts. They finally moved down the rest of my body. He let his eyes rest on the area of my jeans that covered my pussy. He finally came back up and I looked at him with my head cocked to the side. He smiled; I smiled and he spoke up, "your short." 

I nodded and bit my lower lip, "yeah I am." 

"I mean, I knew that, but seeing you here in real life. Man you're really small!" 

I sighed and nodded again. I only stood four feet eleven inches tall. I hadn't bothered with heels on the plane, but threw on a pair of flip-flops. He laughed, "I didn't mean to offend you." 

"No you didn't. Just not the first time I've heard that." 

"I kinda thought you'd be in a pair of your heels." 

I shrugged, "I was on a plane. Why would I need heels?" 

"I don't know. You're real cute." 

"Thanks." 

"Do you have any luggage?" 

I lifted up my bag, "this is it." 

"You didn't pack much." 

"I think I packed enough." 

He nodded his head, "You ready to go? Are you hungry? I'm hungry. I haven't eaten lunch yet or anything." 

"Yeah, I haven't eaten anything today." 

"At all?" 

"No I was too nervous." 

"Are you still nervous?" 

"Yeah but not enough not to eat now." 

"Well then it's settled. We will go eat." 

I nodded and walked slightly in front of him. I always tried to do this no matter who I was with. I have short legs and most people walk too fast for me. I hate running to try and keep up with them, so I walk in front so they have to keep my pace. 

When we got out into the Texas heat, I shed my sweater. 

"Damn!" 

"What?" 

I turned my head and looked behind me. 

"You never told me you had a new tattoo." 

"Oh yeah. You like it?" 

I pulled the strap down on my tank so he could see the whole thing. It was a Celtic cross that ran almost the entire length and width of my shoulder blade. At the top of the cross were the words, "God brought us together" and at the bottom it finished with, "nothing will tear us apart." 

"Yeah I like it. When you did you get it?" 

"Last year."

"Did it hurt?" 

"No. I'm not a pussy." 

He laughed. I looked back at him, "do you have any tattoos, Thomas?" 

I said it like Tim Curry had in the movie "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." 

He laughed and I shook my head, "sorry." 

"You do a really good impression of Tim Curry." 

"Thanks, I try."  

We went off to lunch and talked some more. When there was a lull in the conversation he leaned on the table, "so Jessi do you feel more comfortable now?" 

I gave him a smile, "I went to church this morning. I confessed all my sins, in case you kill me." 

"Are you serious?" 

"Dead serious." 

"Oh my God! So you don't feel all that comfortable huh?" 

"I wouldn't say that. I feel alright. The confession was a just-in-caser." 

He smiled and nodded, "Okay." 

"Let me ask you this. Why did you choose this weekend?" 

He leaned back and took a drink of his coffee. I took this as an opportunity to light a cigarette. 

"I see why you wanted to sit outside now. I forgot that you smoked." 

"Yep I do. Are you gonna answer the question or what?" 

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs. 

"I am alone this weekend. I have the whole house to myself until next Tuesday." 

I smiled and exhaled, "is that why you didn't spring for a hotel room?" 

He laughed and nodded, "yeah basically."

"I see. I thought maybe you were just being cheap." 

He gave me a fake angry look and I smiled again, "so what are your plans with me this weekend, Thomas?" 

"I thought that tonight we'd go see some bands. I know you like to do that." 

I shrugged, "yeah depends on the band really." 

"Well we can look and see whose all playing." 

Later that night we decided on what bands to go see. We settled on a bar that had some live psychobilly music. I love this genre of music and I don't get to go see a lot of it in Kansas City. 

"May I use your shower and stuff to get ready?" 

"You can use whatever you like." 

I laughed and shook my head and headed towards the bathroom. I was surprised when he didn't come in. I thought that he would. The door finally opened after I was dressed and I was putting on the last of my make-up. 

"Fuck me, your so hot." 

I smiled, "I will. Oh and thank you." 

He looked me up and down. His eyes falling and lingering on the hem of the short skirt I had on, then falling to the heels. 

"Damn, you can dress." 

I smiled again and nodded, " I know. I mean thank you." 

He walked out and I followed him, "I'm ready when you are." 

He turned around and stepped close to me. "I bet you're always ready." 

I smiled at him, "not a day in my life that I haven't been." 

He smiled and turned back around, "Lets go then." 

The music was loud and the drinks were strong. This was my kind of place. I loved a bartender that gave you vodka with a splash of seven-up as opposed to the other way around. I drank fast. I always did knocking out three drinks in a matter of twenty minutes. 

"You better slow down, girl or I'll be carrying you outta here." 

"I can hold my liquor. I'm not feeling it yet. Won't feel it for another six drinks or so." 

I hopped off the bar stool. 

"Where you going?"

"I gotta pee." 

I felt his eyes watch my ass the entire time. I smiled and wiggled it a little at him before going into the bathroom. 

When I came out, he downed the rest of his drink and pointed to the door. 

"Let's get outta here." 

"But we've only seen the first band." 

"I know but I want to take you to a dance club. I want to watch that body of yours move." 

I smiled and nodded. 

The other club that we went to felt like home to me. I spend lots of time in Kansas City frequenting dance clubs and this one, though bigger than the one I usually end up in, had that same atmosphere. I heard the same music I always do, and I loved it. We went to the bar and ordered some drinks but before I could take a sip of mine a song that I loved to dance to came on. I smiled, "I'll be back." 

I have never been one of those girls that needed to have anybody come up to the dance floor with me. In fact, I've always hated it. I can't stand to be danced on. I didn't need any body's help to keep the rhythm of the music, and I damn well didn't need someone who couldn't move their body trying to press up against me. 

I began to dance. I knew I was good, back home I had guys and girls come up to me and compliment me on the way I danced. I looked across the bar to see Thomas staring at me. I turned around swinging my ass out. I knew my skirt was short enough that he and everybody else caught a good glimpse of my bare ass. I turned back around and started going down. I kept my legs together, to show at least some modesty, but I knew that in the skirt I was wearing I flashed my pussy as well. 

The song ended and I came off the dance floor. I was stopped several times by guys asking, "will you dance with me?" I smiled and shrugged, "yeah that's fine." Or I'd get a "where you going?" And I'd smile at them, "back to my drink." I finally got back Thomas and he clapped, "wow you really are good at that." 

"Thank you." 

"What all those guys want?" 

I laughed, "they want my pussy." 

"So do I." 

I pressed my body against his and looked up, "I'm ready when you are." 

His hands came down and he held my face; he leaned in and grazed my lips with his, "lets go. I don't want to contend with all these guys all night." 

Back at his house, he poured us another drink and sat on the couch. I sat beside him slowly drinking it. I didn't want to get tipsy; I wanted all my senses to remain sharp for what was about it happen. I was still a little nervous and wanted to make sure that I had nothing stopping me from fighting him off, if needed. 

"You're too far away. Why don't you come sit on my lap, Jessica." 

I came over and slowly began to sit, letting him get another peak of my ass. His hands came up on my hips, "nice." 

"Really?" 

"Fuck yes." 

I smiled and sat, wiggling on his lap, "trying to get comfy." 

He smiled when I stopped moving, "you were quite the little slut out there on the dance floor, showing everyone your ass and your pussy." 

I shrugged, "kinda hard to dance in a skirt like this." 

His hands started to slowly explore my body. I let out a sigh and relaxed even more. 

"Hmm.probably hard to not be a slut with a body like this either." 

I laughed and nodded and began to slowly grind my hips into his cock. His hands came up and he cupped my tits, running his thumbs over the nipples, "fuck Jessi I've thought of this day for so fucking long." 

"Me too, Thomas."

"You're ready for this cock, aren't you?" 

I nodded, "I'm more than ready, Sir." 

"You've wanted it for a long time, haven't you?" 

One of his hands moved and he slowly took it up my thigh. I let out a low moan, "yes." 

"Tell me." 

"I've wanted your cock for so long, Thomas."

"Yeah? That pussy wet?" 

I laughed and nodded again, "fuck yes it is." 

"Let's see." 

I moved my hips forward as his fingers found my slit. He ran one finger down and inserted it into my pussy. I let out a louder moan, "my, my it is very wet." 

I giggled and watched as he brought his finger to my lips. I licked it, then gently sucked on it. 

"That pretty mouth of yours is gonna feel so good on my cock." 

I turned and looked at him, "wanna feel it now?" 

"Settle down there, girl." 

I pouted as he pulled me back. He kissed me hard before pulling me back and staring at me for a minute. My eyebrow raised and he smiled, "come with me." 

He held on to my hand as he led me upstairs. We went into a bedroom. I looked around, it wasn't the master bedroom but I guessed a guest room. He sat on the bed and looked at me, "strip." 

I smiled and slowly began to pull my clothes off. I didn't have many clothes on but I took as long as I possibly could. I pulled my shirt over my head, and played with my bra-clad breasts for a while before finally taken the bra off. I continued to play, pinching my nipples, bouncing my full tits up and down. I grew bored of it and took my hands to my skirt. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly swayed my hips, turning around to give him another glimpse of my ass before I undid the skirt. I let it drop to the floor and brought my hand to my bald pussy. I watched his hand begin to rub the bulge in his jeans. I let my fingers play with my pussy; I pulled the lips apart and rubbed my clit. 




First Meeting



"You like me, Thomas?" 

He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him. He took one rose-colored nipple in his mouth and softly chewed on it as he ran his hands over the rest of my body. I watched him, my hands coming down into his thick brown hair, "harder." 

He bit harder causing my body to shake and me to let out a moan, "yeah like that. That's good." 

He turned me around and laid me down on the bed. He got up and pulled off his shirt. My eyes widened in appreciation of his body. He came and laid on top of me nipping, licking, and kissing my neck. My hands ran over his back lightly scratching with my long nails. He moved down spending time on my tits before kissing down my belly and stopping at the top of my pussy. I raised up on my elbows and looked at him. He moved down and licked each lip; his eyes stayed locked on mine as his tongue grazed my clit. I smiled as he moved down and stuck his tongue into the opening of my pussy. I moaned as he moved it around fucking me with it. He pulled back, "you're just as sweet as I imagined you would be." 

"And you lick that pussy just as good as I thought you would." 

He smiled and attacked my clit. He bit, sucked, and licked it while putting a finger into me. He quickly found my g-spot and began to massage it. My hips moved with his movements; my hands came down into his hair and I pulled him closer in.

"Fuck yes! Eat that fucking pussy!" 

His finger began to fuck me harder. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it quickly. My back arched and I moaned, "yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck I'm gonna come!" 

He growled into my pussy, "come, bitch. Come for me." 

I drove his head harder into me as I came. I let out a litany of curses as my pussy exploded around his finger and onto his chin. He pulled his head back and I smiled at him, "thank you." 

He came back up stretching his body over mine, "no thank you." 

He ground his cock into my pussy as I licked and sucked my juices off his chin. 

"When you gonna take those jeans off and let me see that cock?" 

"You've seen my cock." 

"Only in pictures." 

"Isn't that enough?" 

"No." 

"You want this cock?" 

"Yes. Please give it to me." 

"Tell me." 

"I want your cock." 

He smiled and moved, taking off his jeans. My eyes went immediately to his cock. He came back on the bed and I sat up, leaning forward, I took him into my hands. 

"Goddamn." I whispered and slowly ran my hands up and down the shaft of his long, thick cock. I bent more and brought my lips to the head of his cock. My tongue licked the tip and I looked up at him as I took the head into my mouth. He smiled as I slowly took my lips further down the shaft then came back up. 

"You didn't take it all." 

"You want me to?" 

"Can you?" 

I shrugged, "lets find out." 

I took a deep breath and shoved my head onto his cock. I took it, but not without choking. I heard him moan, "fuck." 

I came back up when I needed to breathe. I spit the excess saliva onto his cock and wrapped both hands around him. I began to chew on the head of his cock. 

"Fuck yeah, chew on that motherfucker." 

I looked up at him as I continued to suck and nibble on him. I worked the shaft of his cock with my hands. 

"You're a good little cocksucker, Jessi." 

I giggled and shrugged, "thanks." 

"Can you ride this cock as good as you suck it?" 

I nodded, "hmm.mmm." 

He pulled me up and placed me on top of him. I rubbed my pussy on his cock before positioning the head at the opening. I smiled, "you ready?" 

"Do it." 

I slipped the head in and stopped, "are you sure?" 

I let another inch slip inside while he nodded, "do it, bitch!" 

I slipped down a little more, "I dunno." 

He growled and grabbed my hips. He thrust his hips up hard, driving the entire length of his cock into me. I screamed out, "Aw fuck!" 

He yelled, "Oh my God, you're so fucking tight." 

He held my hips down and began to move them for me. I placed my hands on his and looked down at him, "I got this one." 

"Do you?" 

He let me move his hands, and I began to grind down on his cock. I moved slowly so I could feel every inch of his cock in me. 

"Mmm..you do got this one." 

"Told you." 

I slowly moved my body up and down his cock, thrusting my hips forward when I came down. 

"God you're cock feels so fuckin' good!" 

He smiled, "you're pussy is so tight around me." 

His hands came up and began to play with my tits again. He sat up and took them into his mouth, moving his head back and forth between each one. 

He looked at me as his hands came to the small of my back. 

"I think it's time for your pussy to really get fucked." 

"Oh yeah? You gonna really fuck it? You gonna tear this pussy up?" 

He flipped me over onto my back. He came up on his knees and shoved his cock back into my pussy. 

"Watch this, bitch." 

He began to fuck me hard. His thrust causing my body to rock. I yelled out, "fuck yes! Fuck that pussy!"  

He growled and thrust harder. His hand came down and pinned me by the throat as he continued to use my pussy. 

"Your tight fucking pussy is gonna make me come." 

I smiled, "yeah fucking come for me. I want it." 

I felt his cock swell and he pulled out spraying his cum all over my pussy. I moved my hand down and played with it, bringing my fingers up and licking his seed off of them. He smiled and watched for a minute before coming and laying beside me. He ran his hand gently over my body. "Sleep now Jessi. You have more work to do tomorrow." 

I smiled and nodded. I was exhausted from the trip and going out, sleep sounded extremely good to me. My eyes closed and fluttered open, "good night, Thomas." 

"Good night, baby." 

I fell asleep quick and hard. When my eyes began to open, I noticed that it was still dark. I thought that was strange; I felt like I had been asleep for hours. I opened my eyes completely and blinked a couple of times. I looked around the room and noticed that it was not the same room I fell asleep in. I sat up and stretched. I had no idea what was going on. I heard what sounded like a deadbolt being turned from the other side of the door and watched Thomas walk in. He had a tray with him. He sat it down and turned on the light. I looked around again. This was definitely not the room I was in the night before. This room had no windows. There was only a bed, dresser, and a television in it. The wall behind the bed was concrete. My stomach dropped and my heart began to race. I was in the basement. There was a room in the basement with a deadbolt on the outside of the door, and I was in it. 

Thomas came and sat on the bed. I pulled back when he went to kiss my forehead. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Why am I in here? What the fuck?" 

He smiled, "this is your room." 

"I don't have a room here." 

"You do now. Here I brought you breakfast." 

I eyed the omelet, toast, and coffee. 

"Aren't you hungry?" 

"No." 

"Why not? I spent a lot of time on this." 

"I don't want to eat it." 

"Why?" 

"You're probably poisoning me." 

"I wouldn't do that. Why don't you trust me?" 

"Ummm..hello..I'm locked in a basement, you fucking idiot."

My comment got me a hard slap to the face. 

"Be nice! I'm not gonna kill you, you stupid bitch. I'm going to keep you. My own personal whore. I'll feed you and water you and make sure you come out every now and again." 

"What if I don't want it?" 

"You don't really have a choice in the matter. Now eat the goddamn breakfast!" 

I picked at the omelet and toast. I ate most of it and drank a little of the coffee, not without making a bitter face. 

"I thought you liked coffee." 

"I do, but not black coffee." 

"Oh how do you take it then?" 

I raised my eyebrow at him, "with two sugars and milk." 

"I'll remember that. You want me to go get you another cup?" 

"Are you serious? I'm so fucking confused right now." 

"I'll go get you another cup." 

He took the tray. I heard the door lock and I sighed. I didn't know how I was going to get out of this. I didn't want to live in someone's basement. I got up, wrapping the blanket around me and tried the door. It didn't budge. I sighed. I couldn't very well run out when he came back in. He'd catch me and I'd probably get more than just a slap to the face. I heard the door and hurried back on the bed. He looked at me and handed me another cup of coffee. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Nothing." 

"Were you trying to escape? You can't. I've planned this for a long time. I know exactly what to do." 

I looked at him and sipped the coffee, "how am I going to pee?" 

"What?" He seemed confused by the question. 

"You know piss. How am I going to do that? I pee a lot." 

"There's a bathroom down here." 

"Where?" 

"Oh I will have to come let you out to go." 

I thought to myself, "fuck." 

"But what about when you go to work? Do I have to hold it the whole time?" 

"Guess you will." 

"I don't know if I can." 

"Then you can piss yourself. Don't fucking bother me with that." 

He got up and left again. He didn't lock the door but before I could get up he came back in. He smiled as he came over and put a collar around my neck. 

"We've talked about this remember?" 

I nodded and sighed and watched as he hooked a leash to it. 

"Come on now. You need to get cleaned up. Gotta stay looking pretty." 

He tugged on the leash. All I could do was follow him. 

There was a bathroom and he sat me on the toilette as he drew a bath. 

"If you gotta go do it now." 

"I can't go with you in the room." 

"Why not?" 

"Bladder shy." 

He shook his head, "get over it." 

"Are you serious?" 

He just looked at me and stepped closer. He spread my legs and took out his cock. He began to pee into the bowl, "see it's not that hard. Empty yourself now!" 

I sighed, closed my eyes and pressed down on my bladder. 

"That'a girl. See no reason to be shy." 

He picked me up and set me in the bath. He sat down and watched as I cleaned myself. When I was through, he toweled me off, playing with my tits and pussy as he did so. 

"Come on!" He tugged at the leash causing me to loose my balance. He laughed as I fell, "that's better anyway, crawl behind me, bitch." 

It wasn't a long distance from the bathroom to the bedroom but the concrete floor hurt my knees. I rubbed them when we got back in the room. 

"Aww do they hurt?" 

"Yes." 

"You'll get use to it." 

He tugged the leash again and I fell on my knees in front of him. I yipped at the pain and he smiled. He whipped his cock out and shoved my head onto it. He forcefully fucked my throat, causing hot tears to run down my cheeks. 

"Goddamn, still a good cocksucker. I'm gonna like having you around." 

I looked up at him, choking and sputtering around his cock. 

"Work that son of a bitch, slut. Make it come!" 

He thrust harder. My body convulsed with each thrust. Finally, he threw my head down and kept it there. I felt him explode, tasting his hot seed hit my throat. I couldn't swallow it; and when he pulled my head back, I came up coughing and spitting cum all over. His hand came down and he wiped the cum that had splatter back onto my face off. He shoved his fingers into my mouth and made me clean them off. 

"Such a good slut." 

He patted my head, "I'll be back later. I have some errands to run." 

I heard the door lock behind him and I laid back on the bed. I ran my hands through my hair and looked around. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't escape. I saw the remote for the television and turned it on shrugging, what else could I do. 

I fell asleep at some point; I was woken up by Thomas slapping my inner thigh. I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes and squinting. I looked at the television, but it gave me no indication as to what time it was. 

"Get up sleepy girl." 

I rubbed my eyes again and looked at him, "I'm up." 

"Here." 

He threw my bag at me, "get ready to go." 

"Where are we going?" 

He only looked at me, "I got you a present. I went through your things, hope you don't mind, but I had to see what sizes you wore." 

He brought out a box and laid it on my lap. I opened it and found a dress. I pulled it out and smiled.

"You have good taste." 

It was a sun dress. The top came down in a deep "v" that would end at my diaphragm once I put it on. The back did the same thing. There were also a pair of six inch red heels in the box, a lacy push-up bra and a pair of panties to match. I picked up the panties and cocked my eyebrow at him. 

"I know you don't wear them. But just for tonight, you will, for me." 

I nodded and got up, putting on my new clothes. He smiled when I was finished, "perfection." 

He grabbed the leash and led me up the stairs and out the back door. We went to dinner and a movie. People gave us odd looks; and I saw some people lean over and whisper to the person they were with about the collar and leash around my neck. Thomas looked happy and proud to have his bitch walking next to him. Some guys gave him cudos, which made him smile and stand up even more. After the show, we went to a bar. He found a booth and sat us both down. He ordered drinks and looked around. 

"Come sit on my lap." 

I did as was asked and his hands immediately went under my dress. He played with my pussy as he whispered, "you're gonna fuck me right here." 

I nodded and he laughed, "what, no fight?" 

"What's the point and it's not as though I've never fucked in a club before." 

He seemed a little let down but then smiled, "just wait, you'll see what I got in store for you."

After a while he yanked me out of the booth and took me onto the dance floor. He pressed my ass against him, "move, bitch." 

I began to move my body to the music and his hands roamed over me. He lifted my dress a couple of times and when I tried to pull it back down he'd yank hard on the leash. I quit fighting. I gasped when I felt his cock slide into my pussy. I looked around and noticed a circle of men surrounding us. I looked back at him and he gave me an angry look before yanking the leash so that my head whipped around. He continued to fuck me on the dance floor with what I counted as ten men watching. He didn't finish but pulled out and came around to the front. I saw him motion to the guys, and one came up. I felt his cock being shoved into me. I looked up at Thomas pleadingly, I wanted this to stop. He just smiled down at me. He kept looking at me as each guy in the circle came in and had their way with me. I could feel the sticky, drying cum of each man on my skin. One cock after the other was shoved into me as the music continued to pound loudly. I felt dizzy. Finally, the last guy who wanted it finished, and Thomas drug me off the dance floor and out of the building. When we got back he made me take a bath. 

"You're such a dirty, little whore Jessi. Letting all those men fuck you on the dance floor! What a fucking slut." 

I wanted to argue but saw no point. I washed myself of all the strange mens' seed and Thomas led me back to the room. He laid me down on my belly. I could hear him rummaging through things, but I didn't bother to look back and see what he was doing. I soon felt his weight on me. His lips came close to my ear and I could feel his breath tickling my neck. 

"Your pussy's all used up, slut. It's too loose for me to fuck now." 

My body stiffened as I came to the realization of what it was he was going to do. 

"Oh yeah, baby, I'm a tag that ass." 

"No! My pussy is still fine. Especially in this position. It's still tight! Please don't fuck my ass." 

"I thought you liked it. You always said you did." 

"I do, but, god no! You're cock is too big. It's just too big." 

"It'll fit." 

"Goddammit Thomas I said no!" 

"Goddammit Jessica I don't give a shit." 

I felt the head of his cock pop into my anus and I whimpered and pleaded, "no, no, please, no." 

I felt a sharp slap on my ass cheek and he growled, "begging isn't going to help." 

He shoved his cock into the tight hole. My body bucked up and I screamed. I began to sweat and my body shook violently with the pain. 

"God fucking damn, girl, this ass is fucking tight!" 

He kept a slow and steady pace as he thrust into me. I grunted with each forward move. I felt like I was going to get sick. 

"You're ass is so fucking good, Jess." 

I said nothing, but the pain was beginning to subside as my ass stretched over his cock. My body began to move with him and small moans escaped me. He laughed, "You like my cock in your ass don't you?"

I nodded, "yeah, its starting to feel so good." 

"You love to be fucked in the ass, Jessi, you're such a fucking whore." 

I didn't hear what he had said. I was off in my own lust filled world as the painful sensations turned into pure pleasure. 

"Fuck it! Fuck my ass you stupid motherfucker!" 

He growled and pulled me up on my knees, "you want it, you fucking slut, you really want me to fuck this ass?" 

"Fuck yes! Fuck it now!" 

He began to drive his cock deep and hard into me. I yelled and screamed and squealed as his cock thrust. He wrapped a hand around my thigh and began playing with my pussy as he continued. 

"Come for me you whore! Come with my cock in your ass!" 

It didn't take me much longer to come. I heard him give his own moan and felt his cock swell. 

"I'm a fill this fucking ass!" 

"Yeah, fucking do it. Give it all your fucking cum!"

He held my hips as he emptied his cock into me. He pushed me back down on the bed when he was finished. He came up to my mouth and rubbed his cock over my lips. 

"Clean it off whore." 

I licked and sucked his cock until it was completely cleaned off. He smiled and patted my head. 

"Get some sleep." 

I closed my eyes but it didn't feel as though I was asleep for long before I was being shaken awake. 

"Get up! It's time to go!" 

I got up, "what time is it?" 

"Doesn't fucking matter, just get up!" 

I did what I was told. I was surprised when he took the collar off and stuffed it in his pocket. I felt dizzy. I knew I could have only slept for a couple of hours by the way my body was acting. He grabbed my arm and escorted me to the car. My eyes closed again and I was shaken awake a little bit later. 

"Get out of the car." 

I looked around and my eyes widened. We were parked in front of a church. I looked at him and he smiled. He hadn't let me bathe or anything. 

"I can't go in there." 

"You will go in there." 

"No I'm still... I'm still all messy." 

"You'll go in there and do whatever it is you do." 

He came around and drug me out of the car. He dug his fingers into my elbow as he forced me inside the church.

He whispered to me, "you had better be good." 

We walked up the aisle and he tried to force me into the pew. I stopped him, bending my knee and crossing myself before I entered and sat down. I couldn't concentrate. I felt so bad, so sinful, I couldn't look up. When it was time for communion, Thomas forced me up. I shook my head, "I can't take it."

"Why not?" 

"I'm not proper. I haven't confessed. I can't take it!" 

"You will take it." 

He walked with me. I took it with tears in my eyes. I looked up at the priest but he seemed not to notice me. I walked back and kneeled until the sacraments were put back. 

After the service, Thomas found the priest.

"Excuse me Father. She needs to confess." 

I looked at Thomas with surprise and shook my head. The Father looked at me and then at him. I shook my head at the Father, "sorry Father, he doesn't know how it works." 

I gave Thomas an angry look. 

"No really Father, she's just being shy. She needs to really." 

The Father shrugged, "come with me." 




First Meeting



He led us to his office, "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. Confessions are private matters." 

"Oh I have to stay. She's not all there. She may need help." 

I felt sick again. I didn't know what to do. I started confessing being prideful, judgmental, and everything else I could think of that I did. 

"No, no Jess, you really need to confess what you've done this weekend." 

Thomas gave a smile that turned my stomach. I stuttered and shook my head, "I can't." 

"Child if you've done something you need to bring it before God." 

I began to cry as I told the priest everything I had done this weekend. He sat there stone-faced. Thomas sat there with a look of glee. When I was done, I hung my head. The priest gave me my penance and Thomas forced me up and into the chapel. I did what I was told to and we left. 

When we got back to the car, Thomas took his cock out. I was shocked to see that it was hard. 

"Hearing what a naughty girl you've been all weekend made me horny. Serve it, bitch." 

"I can't! We're still in front of the church. Thomas..." 

I yelled out in pain as he slapped my face hard. 

"You will do as I say, whore." 

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth down on his cock. He wrapped my hair in his hand and moved my head up and down until he came. 

When we got back to the room, he threw me on the bed and laid on top of me. 

"Tell me again what all you've done this weekend." 

I looked at him and pressed my lips together. He sat up and smacked the inside of my thighs. I howled in pain. 

"Tell me, bitch" 

He hit me again and I broke. I began to tell him again everything that had gone on this weekend while he thrust his cock hard and deep into my pussy. 

"What are you Jessica." 

"A whore." 

"Who's whore are you now?" 

"Yours." 

"You're damn right. You're my fucking whore." 

He pulled his cock out and I felt his cum splash all over my belly. He bent forward and kissed my forehead. 

"Sleep now." 

As I fell asleep I began to except my situation. 

I was fed and watered, just as he had promised. He took me out of the room when he wanted to go out with me; he learned that I was to confess before I could take the sacraments and he woke me up early  every Sunday and made me confess to everything I had done during the week. I became what he wanted, a personal whore to do with what he wanted. I fucked him and anybody else he wanted me to fuck. I never fought anymore and began to enjoy the life I led. I sometimes thought about escaping but excepted my fate as a whore; I was the one that came down here in the first place. 



First Meeting



It starts with a simple email message:

"Hey gorgeous, I'm gonna be in San Diego for training next month. I've love ta finally meet ya."

Dates, flight arrangements, and contact information are exchanged, and two cyberfriends will finally get to meet face-to-face.

Training week arrives, as do I into San Diego. I get settled into the hotel room and give you a call. My training runs from Monday to Thursday and I depart Friday morning. We agree to meet Thursday evening for dinner.

"There's only one hitch," I say, "I don't have a car so we'll either have to eat at the hotel or you'll have to pick me up."

"Sounds like a cheap ploy," you laugh.

Expecting this reaction, and aroused by your throaty laughter, I giggle, "No, really. I don't like driving in strange cities and the training center is only a couple of blocks away. Honest."

You decide to believe me and tell me you'll pick me up and take us someplace better than the Radison dining room. We agree to meet in the lobby.

An eternity passes and Thursday arrives. Training wraps up and I rush to be freshly showered and dressed for your arrival. I make my way to the lobby very early. I do not want to miss a moment of our time together.

You arrive. My heart leaps to my throat as I see you come through the lobby doors. You are stunning in your button-down blouse and tight, slit skirt. Blood rushes to my loins watching you walk toward me. Your breasts gently bounce behind the fabric of your blouse. The sight of your legs though the slit of your skirt.

I stand. You approach. We embrace as old friends, even though we are meeting for the first time. I drink in the smell of you and time stands still. I feel electric heat where our bodies touch.

"Ready to go?" you ask, eyes twinkling at my flushed face.

"Lead on, my lady!" I reply as we walk out of the lobby.

Dinner is good and we find that we have as much a bond in person as we do in email. The sexual tension builds over the course of dinner. We both feel it. As you slip your bare feet into my lap, you invite me to your place for a nightcap.

We arrive at your house. You ask what I would like, and I reply with a word...

"You."

We embrace. Our mouths each seek the other. The first kiss is hot, hurried, and sloppy. My glasses steam from our mingled breath. I break away, holding your face gently in both my hands and slowly trace the curve of your lips with my tongue. You gently moan and I tease you with short kisses with a hint of tongue. Your eyes are closed, your breathing is slightly heavy, your body presses hotly against mine. I kiss you again, passionately, our tongues teasing each other, our hands starting to explore each other's bodies.

I turn you around and with my hands on your hips, I pull your ass to my groin. You rub my growing erection with your body as I kiss your neck, my hands slowly sliding up the sides of your body and tracing over your breasts.

I slowly unbutton your blouse and pull it free of your skirt, my mouth now sucking and gently biting your neck and ear lobes. I pull my upper body away from you long enough to let your blouse drop to the floor.

With my erection still pushing against your ass, I undo the front clasp of your bra. I bring my hands over the tops of your breasts, sliding my fingers under the fabric of your bra. I gently lift each breast out of your bra and let the bra drop to the floor. I gently cup your breasts in my hands. I love the weight of them and gently squeeze them. You gasp slightly and turn your head, kissing me on the mouth again.

As our tongues explore each other's mouth, you turn so that you are facing me and start to unbutton my shirt. You pull my shirt free of my pants and it drops to the floor.

Our hands explore each other's chests. You start to kiss down my neck, but I won't let you. I trace my tongue down your neck and begin kissing my way down your chest. Your nipples begin to harden as I lick and suck on the tops of your breasts. My hands hold your hips as I lick my way between your breasts, giving each nipple a quick lick before continuing down your stomach to the waistband of your skirt.

I kneel before you, looking up at your face above your beautiful breasts and revel in the pleasure I see there.

I undo your skirt, greedily wanting to see you naked. You skirt drops to the floor, leaving you only in a garter and hose.

Your pussy is inches from my face. I breathe in the musky scent of your arousal and I yearn to taste it.

I kiss your belly button and slowly drag my tongue down to your pubic hair. I kiss and lick the outline of your hair, gently tugging at it with my lips. I hear you moan, and the smell of your arousal becomes stronger.

I run my hands up the insides of your legs. I gently spread the lips of your pussy with one hand and gently run a finger the length of your pussy. My finger comes away wet and I suck your juices off it. You taste wonderful and I know that I can wait no longer.

I stand up, and gently guide you down to the thickly carpeted floor. I lay you down on your back and position my face between your thighs. I very slowly run my tongue the length of your pussy. Your smell and taste fill my senses as my tongue explores the lips of your pussy, opening them. I gently tongue your clit and you instantly respond. I flick my tongue quickly against your clit as I spread your pussy lips with my fingers. As your arousal builds, I repeatedly lick down into your pussy, collecting your juices to bring up to your clit.

I drop my head and drive my tongue into your pussy. My nose ends up firmly against your clit. I continue to suck your juices while I massage your clit with my nose. As I feel your orgasm building, I reach my hands up to your breasts and place my thumbs on your nipples. I rotate my thumbs on your nipples as you begin to orgasm. I greedily drink your cum as you grind your pussy against my face.

I stand, and finish undressing myself. As I free my engorged cock from my pants, your eyes lock onto it and you lick your lips.

"I want you inside me," you breathe.

"As you wish," I reply.

I kneel between your thighs, my cock inches away from your pussy. I can feel the heat from your body as I spread your thighs and lay my cock against your pussy. I gasp from the contact and my cock throbs against your body. I move myself against you, spreading your juices to my cock.

I press the head of my cock against your pussy, and we both moan. I firmly push the head into your body and hold it there, throbbing. I enter you a little more and stop. You look up at me, your eyes golden with desire, pleading me to enter you fully. I continue to push my cock slowly into your pussy, until my balls are against your ass and I'm fully inside you.

We both groan deeply and we hold that position, enjoying the feel of our bodies intimately joined.

I begin to move inside you. Short, deep strokes. Barely moving, but I can feel your pussy gripping my cock, the rim of my head moving against the walls of your pussy.

I begin to move faster, lengthening the strokes. I pull almost all the way out and stop, your body continuing to move under me.

I start again - long deep strokes. All the way in. Almost all the way out. The pleasure is intense. Your breasts move in rhythm to our sex. Our tempo increases. I move my hands to your breasts, squeezing them together as I fuck you harder. I trace your hard nipples with my fingers and gently tug on your nipple ring.

As our orgasms build, I feel my balls tighten and my cock thicken. You feel it too and your eyes widen as I pump harder into you. You lay your head back and scream as your orgasm starts. I feel your pussy grip me and my own orgasm begins, filling your pussy with my thick, hot cum.

Our bodies quivering, I stare lovingly into your eyes. I lay beside you and draw you into my arms. You are warm and soft against my chest. I gently nuzzle your check as we drift off into a peaceful sleep.



First Meeting



He was nervous as hell. 

"What in the world am I doing?" he thought for the thousandth time.

Currently he was sitting in a hotel room, on assignment in Hawaii. Normally it would be something to put him at ease. Although not a beach person, the tropical climate, ocean breeze, and general island attitude appealed to him. Not to mention all the scantily clad babes walking around Waikiki day and night!

Yet here he was, sitting in his hotel room, his heart racing in trepidation. 

It was not a job interview or conference or anything work-related putting him in this state. It was not money-related; being all caught up on bills and past debts so such worries were now behind him. Nor was it anything to do with family life or friends. Instead, it was a woman.

Not just any woman he thought, but one of the most interesting women he had ever met. Well, not really met he mentally corrected himself, as he had never seen her in person he chuckled, but he HAD seen plenty of her.

It all started out innocently enough with her corresponding to him through an erotic story site. She enjoyed his stories—something he passed his time with to relieve both mental and sexual tension built up after being divorced for several years. In her e-mail she told him how she enjoyed his stories and wanted his opinion of her own she was writing.

Willing to help out—he himself had contacted an author whose stories he enjoyed in a similar fashion to assist him with his own writing—he eagerly offered his help. He knew full well some of the beginner mistakes of a new writer, having been through them himself in the past; as well as some of the misgivings and fears of posting your heart's desires openly before thousands, if not millions of anonymous viewers, many all too willing to flame a writer's works for no reason than to be vindictive.

Her first stories were short and lacked a bit of polish, diving straight into sex with little to no preamble. Yet even short and dirty, they awoke something deep inside him. 

His first suggestion was to flesh out the stories more, working on the characters, describing their feelings, letting the reader sink into the life of the characters. He pointed out some of the more grammatical issues new writers often had, giving suggestions on improving.

His main fear was being too critical, not wanting to deter her writing or scare her away. Her stories were definitely hot, awaking a desire deep within him. Their shortness only left him wanting more as he taught her how to prolong the story, not diving straight into the sex but immersing the reader into the story until they began to feel a part of it, imagining every feeling, every emotion the characters had. He encouraged her on writing more, telling her how good they were, even if they were somewhat unpolished explaining how to improve them, giving examples to her with a few rewrites himself to demonstrate what he was saying.

Her next story sent to him was definitely an improvement. She took his suggestions to heart applying them as much as possible. Her stories awoke a passion within him causing him to start writing his own stories more, his muse awoken by helping with her writing.

His interest was purely professional. Yes she was female, but as with any of a thousand females on the Internet, she was either fat, ugly, a guy, or attached. He was single, but there was never a thought of anything beyond a professional interest in helping with her writing. Her being female had no impact on his willingness to help, male or female he was glad to help a budding writer.

At one point she commented about her biography on the site, mentioning a picture of her. The picture was of a gorgeous female. It was cut off at her neck so not showing her face, but the woman in a black bathing suit bottom, topless with her arms covering her breasts, was magnificent. The picture was incredible, and his first thought was wondering what professional porn site or glamor site it had been stolen from. It was provocative, but not sleazy, definitely a tease causing him to want more.

He told her how amazed he was at the picture, much to her delight. He expressed doubts about it being her—not to tease her, but because he fully expected the person at the other end of the internet to be everything the picture was not.

In response, he received an e-mail with two more pictures, more incredible than he could imagine. Both were full body shots of a woman in her mid to late twenties with the perfect body any man would die for. The pictures were of her in panties, again hiding her breasts, but of her entire self. Her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked into the camera. He could not believe how incredible she looked; again reasoning a woman so gorgeous was either married, engaged, or attached in some fashion.

Helping out with her next story, he tried to keep things purely on a professional level, again wanting to assist a budding author as much as possible. She asked about the pictures and he expressed how beautiful she was, giving nothing but true praise for her body, her looks, everything about her.

Over time they started writing about more personal stuff in their lives—their jobs, life, thoughts, feelings, and so forth. They became pen-pals, emailing each other almost every day as they talked about their day, work, sending each other their stories before posting them on the site they both were fans of.

In his heart he knew this was nothing but a fantasy. He was a divorced man, slightly overweight and not really any "catch" that would interest somebody so beautiful, but it was an enjoyable fantasy.

They continued to correspond as they got to know each other. She continued to send an occasional picture and again he could not believe how incredible her body was, her smooth unblemished skin outlining the most perfect figure. 

Instead of seeing a naked woman, he was more entranced by the little things—the curve of the nape of her neck, the bend of her knee, the swell of her breasts from under her arms. All of these aspects pulled him deeper and deeper into her teasing. It was a fun fantasy while it lasted.

After several months his job was once again taking him to Hawaii. Jokingly he mentioned in an e-mail about having enough frequent flier miles to bring her with him, knowing no woman in her right mind would even consider his offer legitimate. No woman that beautiful would be interested in meeting a man who she only knew through e-mails. He was realistic enough to know such fantasies never happened to people like him.

Then her reply e-mail came: "I'd love to meet you and spend some time with you! Send me the flight information and your hotel and I'll be there!"

He stared at his computer screen forever...what the hell? Was this for real? What was he getting himself into? He sent her several e-mails over the next few days asking if she was sure about what she said, confirming this was really happening.

So here he was, sitting in a hotel room in beautiful Hawaii, waiting for a woman who he knew to be incredibly gorgeous, quick witted, as well as open and daring enough to take life by the horns and meet a man she barely knew but seemed to have so much in common.

Again looking at the clock, he wondered if reality had finally sunk in and she had not come. He had no use for the frequent flyer miles, so it was no waste he reasoned. He was there through the weekend for work so it was not like he had nothing to do, and things like this were too good to be true.

Finally convince it was a sham and such things did not happen, he was startled when a loud knock came from the door.

His heart stopped as his breath became shallow. He realized he was scared, scared at getting involved with a woman after so long, scared about what she would think of him when she first saw him, scared reality would rear its ugly head and something like this was too good to be true.

Another knock came at the door and he jerked his head, realizing he was stalling. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the worse, he went to the door and opened it.

There in the hallway was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long dishwater blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as he looked at her dazzling smile. She was wearing a simple sundress, low cut in the front and showing a now-familiar curve of cleavage seen in her pictures. The dress hung tightly about her body not hiding any part of her curves, going to mid thigh. Her sandaled feet attached to the smoothest, longest legs he had ever seen.

"Hi," he said stupidly, not knowing what to say as he helped her with her luggage into the room.

His heart was racing madly, thoughts of wondering where the hell he would sleep, how the hell the weekend would go, and a myriad of other scenarios running through his mind as he moved her luggage against the wall and out of the hallway.

Turning around, he was suddenly startled as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his head into hers as her lips met his, her soft tongue sliding between his lips.

Instinctively his arms went around her waist as his tongue danced with hers, a small moan escaping both their throats as they deeply French kissed each other.

He could not believe this was happening. A middle-aged guy didn't meet a beautiful woman over the internet and have her dive immediately into his arms!

His next thought was how incredible she tasted, a mixture of fruit,sugary sweetness, and flowers as her tongue danced with his. Her hair smelled incredible as his tongue continued to dance with hers, her hands moving through his thick hair. He moved his hands, caressing her back, realizing the sundress was backless as he felt her smooth skin. 

She let out another moan as his hands caressed her, not believing how incredible she was or this was really happening to him.

He pulled her tighter against him, her pelvis grinding into his now hardened cock as she started moving against him in response to his obvious reaction to her kiss, again moaning, the sound reverberating through his mouth as their tongues danced. Moving his hands lower, intending to pull her against him tighter, his eyes flew open as his hands accidentally slid beneath her dress, the soft flesh of her ass cheeks meeting his palms. 

Unable to control himself, he gently squeezed the soft flesh, eliciting another moan from her as he caressed her bare ass beneath the dress. He pulled her tighter against him, her pelvis tight against his erection, keeping her against him almost in fear the dream would disappear. Her body fit perfectly against his as her soft breasts pressed against his chest.

Suddenly her hands slid to his chest as she pushed herself away from him. He looked at her questioningly, his breath shallow and fast with lust, his pulse racing. Looking into her beautiful face he saw the same feelings of desire within her eyes as she smiled at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, to ask what she wanted but she put her finger to his lips, giving a soft "Shhh" as she smiled at him.

Standing before him, a smile still on her face, she reached up to her shoulders and slowly moved the sundress off her shoulders, pulling her arms out of it in one quick motion and letting the dress fall to the floor revealing her before him.

He looked on in amazement and awe. She was wearing nothing but a white thong and sandals in front of him, the sundress circling around her feet like a halo. Her perfect breasts were rising and falling in response to her heavy breathing as he admired her body, not believing how wonderful she was.

Still smiling she took a step to him, again pulling him to her as their tongues once again danced with each other. This time his hands were all over her, feeling her back, her arms, and her ass as they kissed. He ran his hands through her soft hair, her neck, and everywhere he could trying to memorize every smooth, soft luscious curve with his hands.

Finally unable to contain himself, he slid his hands onto her upper arms and moved her back a step. She looked questioning at him and this time he smiled, turning her around and pulling her back against his chest.

Bending down, he began kissing and licking her shoulder, moving his tongue up and down the outline of her clavicle, moving to the nape of her neck, flicking the outline of her jugular vein with his tongue. Her moans were becoming more frequent and audible as he tasted her skin, her head tilting to one side giving him more access. His tongue moved up her neck, beneath her ear as he gently nibbled on her ear lobe, his tongue moving slowly over the outline of her ear, licking behind it as she softly gasped. 

His hands reached around and cupped her breasts, again eliciting another moan from her as he gently massaged them. He was careful to not maul them, knowing no woman enjoyed rough handling, but his lust was uncontrollable as he massaged her fleshy mounds, pulling her tighter against him.

Her hands reached behind, cupping his erection and he instinctively moved his hips, grinding his hard-on into her hands. At the same time his thumb and forefinger of his left hand pinched her nipple causing her to groan loudly, gripping his hard-on through his shorts tightly.

Moving his hands, he gently stroked her belly, the soft smooth flesh continuing to fuel his desire. In response, she continued to massage his hard cock through his shorts as he stroked her hips.

In a cloud of lust, he moved his hands forward, cupping her mound between her legs as she let out another loud moan. Her pelvis moved back as her hands moved to his neck, continuing to grind her pelvis into his, her ass massaging his cock through his shorts as he continued to rub between her legs through her thong.

Gaining some control, he gently pushed her away, again causing her to look questioningly while he smiled. Moving to the dining room table he pulled a chair out, moving it against the wall. Turning to her and still smiling, he motioned for her to come to him, which she did willingly.

Without warning he gripped her hips tightly and lifted her up until she was standing on the chair. He looked up at her, again admiring her almost naked body, her breasts slightly flushed from his massaging and her body glowing with perspiration and lust. 

She looked down at him, her brow furrowing questioningly at him as he smiled up at her, his hands sliding up her smooth thighs. Hooking his fingers through the sides of her thong, he looked up at her, keeping his gaze locked upon hers as his hands slowly pulled the thong down her legs, not looking down until they reached her ankles and she instinctively stepped out of them.

Her pelvis was in line with his head as he again looked in her eyes and smiled. Sliding his hands again up her thighs, he gripped her hips, moving his head closer and closer.

The smell of her was intoxicating, and without any preamble he kissed her well-shaved pubis, his tongue snaking between her legs and running along her slit.

"Oh my God!" she gasped as his tongue tasted the sweetness of her pussy, her hips moving closer to him as she spread her legs as well as possible while standing on the chair.

His hands slowly moved on her hips, across her ass; his attention focused on pleasuring her as he licked, gently nipped, and tongued her.

His tongue slid between her outer lips, the mixture of bitterness and sweetness meeting his taste buds deliciously as he licked her even more eagerly. She continued to gasp, her hands moving impulsively to his head as she ground her pussy into his face. His tongue moved across her clit again and again causing her to moan loudly, her pelvis grinding against his face and mouth as he teased her. 

He knew she wanted him to move faster, but instead kept his tongue slowly stroking her clit, moving in and out of her pussy, gently teasing her. They had all weekend, and he was not going to rush this first time.

As if reading his mind, she pushed his head away, steadying herself as she stepped off the chair.

He looked at her, again admiring the perfection of her body as she smiled at him.

"My turn," she smiled, dropping to her knees.

He looked down excitedly as she undid his belt, unzipping his shorts. She wasted no time pulling down his shorts and underwear in one motion, his hard cock springing free and slapping her cheek.

Her hand gripped his hard member and it was his turn to moan as he looked down at her. Looking up at him, she smiled as she moved closer to his cock held by her hand. 

He watched mesmerized as she opened her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft as she engulfed his cock. He felt on fire as the soft moisture of her mouth heated his member, his hips thrusting further into her mouth. 

He let out a moan as her tongue moved across the tip of his cock as she proceeded to slide it in and out of her mouth. It was his turn to move his hands to the back of her head as his hips slowly moved back and forth, guiding her head onto his cock as he trusted, gently fucking her mouth as her tongue continued to tease him. 

He moaned uncontrollably as her tongue slid across the underside of his shaft, flicking the large vein back and forth with her tongue as her lips clamped tightly his dick. Her hands moved around him, pulling his ass forward as she worked his penis into her mouth until her nose was against his belly, taking him fully into her mouth. Her hot breath and wetness was almost unbearable as he felt his cock involuntarily twitch in response to her manipulations.

Wanting to prolong the moment, he pushed her away smiling at her. "Not yet," he told her smiling.

In response, she stood up, pulling him towards the bedroom. Without complaint he followed, his hand in hers as she lay upon the bed.

Looking down at her, admiring her perfect figure, her skin, her face, her hair, everything about her, he took off his shirt, now naked before her. His lust was overpowering, no longer concerned with what she thought of his body being overweight or anything beyond wanting the woman before him.

He bent down, licking her leg, intending to continue eating her out when she pushed his head away.

"No, I want you inside me NOW!" she said.

He smiled at her as he stood up. "Far be it for me to deny a lady," he smiled.

She bent her knees, propping her feet on the bed as she spread her legs invitingly. He climbed between them leaning over her until he was propped over her, his erection pointing straight at her pussy.

Slowly moving forward, he felt her hand on his shaft as she guided him to her slit. She gently moved the tip of his cock across her slit, lubricating both her and him with both their juices. He gasped as each stroke slipped the tip of his cock between the heat of her lips as she moved him back and forth.

He could not be teased for long as he moved his hips forward, the tip of his cock first pressing against her slit, and then suddenly sliding between them, the tip encompassed by her hotness. He continued making small thrusts lubricating each other as he gently prepared himself to enter her.

After a few more small thrusts he looked deep within her eyes and gently pressed forward, his cock sliding between her lips and into her wet pussy. They both let out a simultaneous groan as his cock sank into her, her vaginal muscles clenching around his shaft tightly in response to him entering her.

Her legs wrapped around his thighs as he started stroking in and out of her, her hips rising and falling in response. He could not believe how perfect she fit around him as his cock thrust into her, her pussy fully gripping him and clamping around him as they made love.

He steadily began thrusting faster, in response to her moans and body movements. He looked down at her exquisite body, her breasts moving with each thrust as he started fucking her earnestly.




First Meeting



He watched as she tilted her head back, smiling knowing she was reaching a small orgasm. Without warning she lout out a loud yell, her hips thrusting up and her whole body shaking as if a small seizure hit her as her first orgasm cascaded through her body. 

Her legs locked around him holding him in place as her body quivered around his cock inside her.

As her orgasm subsided she looked up at him propped over her seeing his grin. "Fuck me," she whispered to him, seeing him smile even more.

She whimpered as he pulled out of her, but quickly quieted as he draped her legs over his shoulders, tilting her hips up until she was resting more on her upper back and shoulders. He looked down at her as he thrust forward, his cock entering her again without any preamble as she let out a loud "Oh!"

Wasting no time, he started slamming into her, the slapping sounds of skin on skin and the bed creaking rhythmically beneath them. She was steadily grunting with each trust into her as his cock hammered into her pussy fervently. 

In this position she could not move her hips and was at his complete mercy.

He felt her pussy clenching around his cock and knew she was close to another orgasm as she continued to get louder and louder as he sped up his thrusts. He was moving continuously, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy so fast it was making splashing sounds as he fucked her relentlessly.

Suddenly she let out a shriek as wave after wave of orgasms went through her body as he continuously pounded into her. Her head flew back as she kept yelling "Oh my God, oh my God" over and over

Finally she moved her hands, stopping his thrusting as she looked at him and said, "Please, let me get my breath!"

He smiled, keeping his cock inside her as he felt her pussy pulsating around him, small orgasms still flowing through her as she laid there panting.

Knowing her legs were probably starting to ache in this position, he slowly reached up, sliding them off his shoulders. 

Unfortunately, so much movement caused his cock to slide out of her and she let out as small whine, "No, not yet," to him.

He smiled telling her. "We have plenty of time," he said as he lay alongside her, gently kissing her as his hands moved across her body.

After regaining her breath she looked at him and smiled, "Now it's my turn," she said, pushing him onto his back.

Sitting up, she straddled him and bent down, kissing him as her hair fell about his head. Her hips slowly moved sliding his shaft along her wet slit as she kissed him, leaning back as her hair slid seductively over his chest.

Still smiling, she reached down to steady his cock, guiding it into her. Instinctively he thrust his hips up and she shook her head, "No moving," she admonished him as she lowered herself, impaling his cock.

He groaned in response as she started moving her hips back and forth, sliding across him, the hot moistness of her pussy sliding first over the top of his cock, then down the bottom. She continued riding him, moving faster and faster, eventually leaning back as she propped herself on his knees, bucking wildly on him, closing her eyes.

With her eyes closed, he smiled and moved his hands forward, first gripping her hips as she bucked on top of him. Then he slid one hand down and started stroking her clit with his thumb. She let out a corresponding groan as she started moving up and down faster and faster. 

He heard her muttering and listening closely heard her again saying "Oh my God, Oh my God" over and over and smiled, moving his thumb faster and faster across her clit, now moving his hips in time with hers.

As she got faster, she changed position by leaning forward, her hair falling around his head as she slammed up and down on his cock wildly, grunting with each thrust. The wet slapping sounds of him continuously entering her and the creaking of the bed were in time to her exclamations. 

He watched as her tits swayed up and down uncontrollable as he now gripped her hips, holding on as she fucked him wildly.

Suddenly she let out a loud yell, slamming down on him one last time and collapsing on his chest. He heard her whimpering as she nuzzled the crook of his neck as he rubbed her sweaty back and hips. Her pussy continuously clenched and unclenched around his cock as her orgasms coursed through her, soft whimpers in time with each pulse.

She looked at him and smiled, telling him, "You need to fuck me now, I can't last much longer," at which he smiled.

Looking at her, he told her, "Get on your hands and knees," at which she smiled, sliding off his cock and presenting her ass and pussy towards him as she complied.

He kneeled behind her, his hands moving to her hips as he moved closer. He looked down at her, admiring her perfect ass, the dimples of her lower back, the soft curve of her hips and long slender back. Her hair was cascading around her face as she leaned forward in anticipation.

Unable to control himself any more, he easily entered her, holding her hips as he started thrusting wildly into her.

"Oh yes!" she yelled, throwing her head back, her hair falling across her back as he moved faster and faster in and out of her.

Her ass cheeks vibrated with each thrust as she started moving her body back and forth in time with his thrusts, getting faster and faster.

He watched her body, not believing how beautiful she was as he felt his balls tightening, knowing he was close. In response to his cock hardening, knowing what it meant, she started thrusting madly onto his cock, yelling at him to fuck her over and over. He clenched her hips as he slammed into her, getting faster and faster, her body thrusting into him over and over until the sight was too much and he went into sensory overload.

With a loud moan, he pulled her hips into him one last time, his cock slamming once and for all into her as his cock erupted, shooting his seed deep within her. He held her tightly, his cock pulsating in her as her pussy milked his cock inside her.

Completely spent, he leaned forward, causing her to lay on her stomach as he laid on top of her, his cock continuing to empty inside her pussy as he clenched himself into her.

Knowing his weight was too much to be on her for long, he gently slid to the side, his now deflating cock sliding sideways out of her.

Looking at her, he pulled her into his arms, giving her a gentle kiss.

"Hi, I'm Bill," he smiled.

In reply, she smiled back, "It's nice to meet you Bill, I'm Andrea."



First Meeting



We met at a hotel bar. Cliché, but it worked for what we had in mind. 

I couldn't stop staring at his lips, and before long I was kissing him at the table. Long, hot, shameless kisses that were not meant to imply anything other than our desire for each other. There was a long white tablecloth, which hid what our hands were doing from anyone not standing right on top of us. 

I ignored my wine and experimented with how far I was willing and able to go in public with him. He sat back with his drink and let me figure it out on my own. Rubbing his crotch was easy. Undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans was mildly more risqué. 

I let him graze his hand across my nipples and run his hand up my thigh beneath my dress. After a while the pretence was pointless and we left money on the table and hurried across the lobby to get a room. He politely opened the door for me, and after that all signs of the sweet gentleman vanished in an instant, which is of course what I had been counting on. 

I found myself pinned up against the wall beside the door- wrists pulled high over my head and held with one of his hands. The other hand quickly reached under my skirt, pulled down the black lace panties, hitched my left leg over his hip and started rubbing my clit. Within 10 seconds of being in that room, not even past the doorway he had me wet and moaning.

I struggled to release my hands to touch him. I wanted to undo his pants and rub the hardness I could feel pressed up against me, but he wouldn't release my wrists. He pulled down the straps of my dress and bra and released my breast. Fist licking, then sucking, then biting. 

Finally he released me long enough to lead me to the bed, pull of my dress and bra, and quickly take off his own clothes. He left on my stockings, and I could feel the pleasant friction of them rubbing against him and he pushed me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. 

For the longest time we just kissed and let our hands roam where they may. He would rub his cock against my hot slippery cunt, but wouldn't go any further. I think he wanted me to beg, but I had already decided that I could wait as long as he could. I wanted him to take it - to take me. I wanted him to lose all control and finally just thrust into me as hard and unrelentingly as he could. 

I don't know which of us gave first. Suddenly all I could feel was our bodies pressed together, his cock slamming into me, and me begging him not to stop. My back was arched and my legs were hooked around his waist. My nails dug into his ass, his hips, his back. Anything that I could do to bring him closer to me. 

Then he had my wrists pinned again above my head. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pumped into me even deeper. Never had I felt such exquisite pain and pleasure. I clutched the headboard above my head and was beyond moaning or gasping. Yet he didn't stop. He kept riding me longer and harder and faster until finally he came with practically a scream. 

Then he asked if he could tie me up...

Of course he could tie me up. How polite that he would ask. Why else did I have silk scarves in my bag? (Duchess trivia: ever since I heard what is most likely an urban legend (or was it a Stephen King novel?) about the woman who was handcuffed in a cabin and her partner died of a heart attack, handcuffs make me a bit squeamish. And not in a good way)

I lay there pleasantly sated and let him run the scarves teasingly all over me. Tickling. Tantalizing. 

He seemed to be considering his options.... Eventually he stood me up on the ground, and tied my wrists above my head to one of the bed posts. Then he knelt down. Odd to see a man in this position. But in a good way. 

He licked up my thighs and caressed behind my knees accidentally finding one of my hidden hot spots. Gently rubbing behind my knee almost generally makes me want to pounce. I let out a gasp and he seemed quite pleased with himself, seeing the resulting wetness. He pulled my hips towards him and buried his tongue between my legs. But only for a few moments. Just enough to make my eyes glaze a bit and my breathing speed up. I heard myself making little mewling sounds which he seemed to enjoy. 

Then he picked me up, hands still suspended above me and impaled me on his cock. My legs wrapped around his waist, back arched against the bed post. He yanked my hair back with glorious force and started sucking on my tongue. Then biting my earlobes, neck and nipples. I would have thought that this position would be limiting, but he managed to slam into me with surprising strength and stamina. 

He eventually untied my hands, and lay on the bed. With my hands free I was able to play with his nipples, and scratch him while riding him. I do appreciate a man who can handle a bit of roughness without being a baby about it. 

He then sat up, reached down and started rubbing my clit while I rode him. He held my wrists behind me and I again arched my back and just went with the sensations, almost losing the ability to concentrate on keeping up the rhythm with him. 

I could have gone on like this forever, but suddenly I felt him thrusting a bit harder and faster, and then there was nothing but exquisite release... 



First Meeting



Arriving at the door at about 3 pm on a Thursday, I shiver with anticipation as to what will happen next. I set my small duffel down next to the door, and I look at the wooden frame, searching for the doorbell. I locate the softly glowing button and place my finger upon it. AS I push it down, the light fades away and a soft chime can be heard from within. It doesn't take long for the handle to begin to turn and the door widens. I look into you face for the first time. You smile at me broadly. I look at your face, framed by your hair, falling just below your bare, tanned shoulders. The straps of the red top are thin. They hold up a tight fitting shirt that is low cut, exposing some cleavage of your well formed breasts. The tight fabric shows the shape, and size. It clings to your narrowing waist. You have tight white shorts on. They fall to well above your knees to expose most of your well defined thighs. You have no shoes one and I can notice the colored polish on you toes. I look back into your face, and you smile.

"Like what your see?" You ask, as the door opens further. 

I smile broadly, walk forward and pull you tightly into my arms. My lips firmly on yours. Startled, but not scared, you hesitate, than open your mouth to accept my kiss. Our tongues dance, as our arms pull each other close. One of my hands falls to your ass and I feel the well defined muscles under your shorts. My other holds your shoulders firm, not letting up. Your arms are locked around me as you enjoy the warmth and pleasure of our embrace. Our tongues dance, first in your mouth then mine. We pull back and you playfully lick my nose. I look in your eyes, 

"Do I need to say more?" And I laugh a little.

"No way, please come in!" And our embrace parts, but you hold my hand leading me into your home. We walk into the main room, a tastefully decorated place, reflecting good taste. Soft music plays in the background, sounds like beach music. You walk me to a couch and we sit down. Your knees together pointing towards me. Your hand still in mine. I don't think the smile has left your face, since I walked in. 

We did the small talk for only a few minutes, "I am glad that I came." I exclaimed.

"I am also glad; I think we will have some fun! Do you like Jimmy Buffet? There is a cover band at this local bar that plays his music, it has a dirt floor, and decorated like the Caribbean."

"Sound great! When do we leave?" I stood to my feet.

"Not so fast!" you say, "I think we need to do something first, just for you, then I think the rest of the evening will be more fun!" You shift and kneel before me, your eyes locked on mine. You run your hands up my legs. I tense my muscles at your light touch. Your hands reach my shorts, and move to my ass. You squeeze my cheeks, a slight grin on your face and you lean in. Your mouth opens and you take the tab of my shorts in your teeth, and pull back and forth, almost like a dog with a toy. I stand motionless. You pull away, moving your hands back to my thighs, and run your fingers up under my shorts. There is no question I am as hard as can be. You move first one hand then the other up and brush my straining cock in my shorts. You raise an eyebrow at the reaction, of my cock jumping. You smile more and look down at my belt, your hands following your gaze, to the buckle to loosen it. After you have the belt opened, you waist no time and undo the button and zipper. I feel the cool air in the house on my bulging manhood. The tip exposed through the slit in my boxers. Your hand reaches around to the back of my shorts and begins to push down the fabric. With a motion my hard cock pops free and points right at your face. You take it in one hand, and cup my balls with the other. Your eyes back on mine, as you stroke the flesh. I can feel a finger of one of your hands press gently beneath my balls. This almost sends me over the edge, and you realize it. With a single motion you have the entire length in your mouth. Pressing to the back of your throat. You push your face so that your nose is pressed into the skin above where it joins my body. One hand still fondling my balls, and the other, I see disappearing. You pull back off to swirl your tongue on the sensitive tip. I feel your lips pressed firmly on the sides. You tongue gliding along the edge. You move back down, beginning to repeat this motion. I feel the urge to cum, I try and fight it off, this feels to good. You know that I am near. Your hand again presses firmly on the soft spot below my balls at the same time your tongue licks the tip of my cock. The first shudder wracks my body, and you move your mouth firmly onto me. Your hand continues to play with my balls as they empty into your waiting mouth. I release all that I have into you, with my eyes closed. I finally finish and look down at you, your mouth still encircling me, and your eyes on mine. You pull off the sensitive flesh with a smack of your lips. Eyes still locked, I see you swallow down what I have given you. I now notice where your hand had disappeared to, and it was between your legs. 

"Wow" is all I can mutter. 

You smile, and run your tongue up my softening member. You lightly kiss the tip and begin to rise to your feet. Running your hand across your lips, I lean in and kiss you gently upon your mouth. You are surprised by this. A gentle peck and we back away.

I begin to say something, and your put a hand to my lips to quiet me. "No words, not about that. Let's just enjoy the evening." I watch as you bend down and pull my boxers and shorts over me. I button and zip them, and affix the belt. 

"The show starts at 8, but they serve a killer seafood dinner, and have happy hour at 4, so let's go, we can walk!" You begin to walk to a mirror hanging on a wall near the entrance. You look at your hair, and begin to fuss with it. You also look at your make-up. The lipstick is slightly smeared, and your hair is a little messed up. You say, I need to straighten up a little, I will be right back." 

You begin to walk to another room, when I grab your arm. "No, leave it, I like the way you look."

You look at me, and smile, "at least let me fix my lipstick, I think I left most of it on you!' 

Knowing that the battle was lost, I let your arm go, you return shortly, lipstick perfect and your hair the same. "I look like I was busy." You say.

I nod and smile. 

We walk hand in hand to what looks like a tent with lights and a bar at one end. We enter and find a seat at the bar. The bartender, a younger guy, knows you and eyes me. You grab my arm and pull me close, "Lets do a shot to get started, and then we will see where things lead." 

We pour the shots of the cheap tequila down and you pull me close, kissing me deep tasting the liquor on my mouth. "OK that is a good start," I quip, "lets try a Kamikazes" The bartender smiles and turns to make the drinks, I put my hand on your crossed leg, stroking the soft flesh, high up your thigh. You lean in and quickly lick my ear before the drinks are placed before us. We taste the sweet drink and pour them down quickly. I feel the buzz hitting me already, I think you do also. 

Another bartender shows up as more people arrive. This young girl has a tight white shirt across her ample breast with the name of the bar stretching across the front. He shorts, not as short as yours, are green. I look and see that the floor of the bar is sandy, and she isn't wearing any shoes, just like we aren't.

The girl reaches up to turn on the stereo, stretching high. I can't help but look at her tanned legs and firm butt. "Looking is ok, "you say into my ear, "but tonight you are all mine!" 

I kiss you on the cheek, "You got nothing to worry about, she is a tease, and you are the real thing." You pause at this, looking in my eyes, I wonder if I said something wrong. You just lean your head down on my chest and rub my back with your arm.

We order a ½ dozen raw oysters. I take the first one, and hold it to your lips. You lean back as I pour the salty meat down your throat. A satisfied "ahhh" comes out as you enjoy the treat. You do the same to me. "These work you know." I said.

"Oh yes they do." You smile and we finish them off. We order another drink, a margarita this time. They are huge, salty and wonderfully tasting. The dinner buffet is of fresh fish, veggies and we eat our fill. Finishing the first margarita off, we are well buzzed, and then the band takes the stage. They are all wearing the tacky aloha shirts, and are barefoot. Trying to get the look of just coming off the sailboat. Clapping comes from the crowd, as they begin to play. You grab my hand and we hit the sandy dance floor. A fast song (as fast as Jimmy does) rings out and we move around with the crowd. I prove my complete lack of dancing skill, but you don't seem to mind. A slower ballad of Jimmy's comes on, and I pull you close. Our hips are locked together as we sway to the music. Your hands clasped behind my neck and mine around your waist. Our eyes never part as we move slowly on the dark dance floor. WE move in rhythm with each other. 

"I can feel you growing" You whisper in my ear.

"I wonder what if I would find my hand dry, if I went exploring...." I reply.

You just look in my eyes and kiss me. The darkened dance floor is crowded with more people than we notice; we only have eyes for each other. Following one ballad with another, the band plays on. We continue to move, lost in each others eyes. 

"I think we need to get back to your place. " I speak softly into your ear. I then gently nibble on the soft flesh of your lobe. You stiffen as I think I have found a spot that you enjoy. You push me away and grab my hand, leading me from the floor. The short distance to your place is quickly covered; at times I think you are running. The door slams open, and I pull you quickly and not altogether gently into my arms. Our lips are pressed firmly together and our hands are exploring everywhere. Our breath is coming out loudly as our heart beats rapidly increase. I push you up against a wall, I notice a picture goes askew, but you pay it no heed. I can feel one of your legs wrapping around my waist as we continue to kiss hard and fast. With a flick of your hand you slam the door shut, and we are plunged into a dim light, only a soft nightlight illuminates the room. I pull at your shorts, fumbling with the button, and finally succeed in opening the tight fabric. At the same time you are doing the same to me. Although you have more to deal with, your excitement speeds your hands along. I push your shorts over the curve of your ass, my fingers feeling the sweaty flesh underneath. You move almost in tandem to do the same, my hard cock pointing out as we both kneel to get the fabric out of the way. We find each others lips again and I feel my manhood pressing against the hair of your pussy. Not inside of you, yet, put pressed firmly between us. I pull my mouth away from yours, hold your eyes with mine and put my hands under your ass cheeks. I lift you up, sliding you slightly against the wall and press forward. I feel the tip find the now wet slit. I can see the anticipation in your eyes. I lower you down onto me, I hold you up slightly, but most of you weight is pressing me deep inside of you. You arms wrap around my shoulders and press against my head. I begin to lift with my legs; the miles of cycling have made them strong. I thrust harder and harder, lifting you and pressing you into the wall. Your ankles are locked around my back. We let our lips part, and our foreheads touch. I hold your gaze, and every thrust, your eyes blink. A sound, almost a grunt comes from you, as I thrust into you. I can feel your legs tighten their grip on me, your hands firmly wrapped around my neck. 

"Oh god," you softly whisper, as I can feel more of your muscles tense. You put your head back and close your eyes, exposing your neck. I lean in and begin to kiss the warm skin and continue to thrust inside of you. A slight shudder and you push your head down. You pull my mouth to yours and although our lips are smashed together, they are motionless. The orgasm overcomes you. I continue to push inside of you throughout, and that extends the pleasure. Our lips part and you smile, still riding on me. Your sweat covered face, a mask of pleasure. I can tell at that time you have finished, what I hope to be one of many climaxes. 

You leverage yourself off of me and put your legs down to the floor. You look at me, and indicate to follow. We walk down a short hallway to a bedroom, you turn on a light. Tastefully decorated, in a woman's nautical touch. Light blues pervade. You stop in front of a beautiful sleigh bed, room enough for two! You reach out and lift off my shirt. Then you take yours off. Once we are both nude, I look longingly at you. The soft curves of your hips, the neatly trimmed bush. I lift my hand up and stroke the flesh of your bare breasts. I move you to the bed, and push you down on the soft comforter. The lights remain on, as I stand over you. Not only my eyes transfixed on you. I kneel between your own knees, and fall into your arms. Your hands reach around me as I enter you again. When in the hallway we attacked in a fury, now a gentle rhythm begins. I slowly retreat and enter you. Feeling the warm of you engulf me. We kiss gently, but mostly just watch each other. I feel your nails run down my back and that causes a shiver to follow. I smile with you at this. I can feel my climax approach. My legs tighten, as the point nears. I can feel you pulling me in, both with the muscles of your sex, and with your hands on my ass. I stiffen and I can feel the warm fluid erupting deep inside of you. I push as far into you as I can, and stay as still as I can. My cum empties inside of you as I begin to relax. My arms, stiff from holding myself up, fold and my body rests against you. I can feel the flesh of your breasts pressing into me. I kiss you gently, now our mouths joined again, but not with the firmness of before. I feel my manhood releasing inside of you, but I keep the pressure between your legs. As the last of the firmness retreats, I sadly exit your warmth. 

I lie next to you, our legs entwined in each others. One of my arms resting under the pillow that your head is on. The others fingertips running across your cooling skin, creating goose bumps as they pass. We talk the inane talk of post sex. Kissing occasionally. My hand drips to one of your legs, which is draped over mine, and I feel the soft skin. The talk slows as we begin to drift off, our bodies almost melting together, where one starts and the other end isn't clear. Soon, the exhaustion takes us over, and we fall into a satisfied sleep, with only the others warmth, like any other would be needed. 

I awoke in the same position, holding you close. You shallow breathing indicating that you still slept. I just looked at your face while you still dozed. Your hair falling lightly over one eye, your lips slightly pursed. I take one of my hands and run the back of it down the exposed cheek, enjoying the softenss of your face. Your eyes open and you smile, "Good morning, what wonderful dreams I had!" you say, "Oh wait they weren't dreams." And you laugh lightly.

Smiling back at you, "you were AMAZING, and you are beautiful!"

A flush comes to your face. You lean in and kiss me gently on my lips. Still entangled, I feel your body shift as we come back to life. "what would you like to do today?" You ask with a smile.

"I think I want to explore everything about you. I want you to show me your world." I say earnestly, "Oh yeah, I think more sex also." With a grin.

"I agree on both accords! Lets get some coffee, and we can talk and plan our day." Another peck on the cheek, and we disentangle ourselves. I watch as you stand up, your back to me and stretch. I admire your form. I like the curves and could get lost in them. You look over your shoulder at me, and smile. After walking to a small closet you grab a silk robe, and tie it around your waist. It barely falls below the curve of your rear-end. I stand up and rummage in my bag, finding a pair of shorts I pull them on. I reach for a shirt, and you place a hand on my chest. No, please no shirt. Your hands run up and down the hairs on my chest. You put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes. 

I follow you out of the room, and into a small galley style kitchen. As you begin to make the coffee (aqua vita), I excuse myself to a bathroom. Taking care of that business, I return to the kitchen the smell of coffee filling the small area. You are absent and return a few moment later, to find me looking over some pictures that you have posted on the walls. You explain who they all are, Some are your adoptive parents and family, and a few less are your biological kin. You stand behind me and wrap your arms around my waist, clasping your hands together. You explain who all the people are. The coffee forgotten for now, you take me on the magical trip of reminiscence. I can feel you get a little emotional at some of the pictures, and I stroke your arms. With more details than I could absorb, we find that the coffee is brewed and that we are famished! 

I turn around in your arms, and hold you close. "Thank you for sharing that with me, although you have told me all about this before, I think it important to put faces with names." My hug is fierce and you soften in my embrace.

We pour the coffee, and stand in the cool kitchen. "Like Omelets?" I ask.

"Yes I do, I will...." You begin.

"nope, this is my doing, go sit down and look pretty!" I say with a smirk. I pull the fridge open and root around for supplies. I find what I am looking for, and open drawers, looking for a knife. You begin to say something and I shoot you a look, that says, be quiet, I will do this! Understanding you smile at me. 

I pause in my search and look at you sitting at the table. You have your cup in two hands holding it close to your face. One of your legs is crossed over the other. I am amazed at my luck. I break from my reverie, and continue the hunt. Finding what I need, I begin the preperations. The smells of onions and garlic fill the room. I create an omelette fit for a queen! Which you are. 

I serve the hot meal in front of you, and refill your coffee. You smile at me, "Wow I found out last night you can cook in the bedroom, but you also can cook in the kitchen!" We both laugh at this. 

"My skills aren't limited to those two rooms." I quip.

We discuss what we can do for the day. We tell me that you can get a small boat and tool around the lake for a while. I only have one problem, I forgot a swimsuit. You tell me that a local store has some, and we agree to do that.



First meeting



** Attention; this is a story regarding an white wife in an interracial affair. If you do not like this type of story do not read this. If you decide to continue anyway do not waste my time or yours writing emails about how disgusting interracial relationships are, using the "N" word, talking about how the husband should kill or burn alive both of them, etc. If you don't like it why the hell are you reading it in the first place?**

I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom giving myself once over before leaving on my date. Wearing a green v necked tee shirt that showed off the top of my chest. Which I have ample amount of. I also like the way I look in green since it's a good color for my red hair. A pleated black skirt that went down to my mid thighs and black heeled boots that were mid calf high. It helped show off what I consider one of my best parts, other then my hair, which are my strong well shaped legs. They are far from small which is due to years of running, dancing, swimming, and hiking. They look good though and I seldom ever show them off. Staring at myself once more before going I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Never thought in a million years of going out on a date while my husband was away. Much less a date with a black guy I have never met in person but have only secretly talked to online and the phone. 

Before I continue let me explain a little bit about myself. My name is Marisa. I am 25 and have been married now to my husband John for nearly four years. He was the first and only man I have ever been with in a sexual way. He isn't home nearly as much as I would like, or need. He works for a transportation company as a driver and at times I only see him one or two days per week; sometimes less. I'm not at all tall at 5"6'. I'm a natural redhead with pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size eight and ten. I am also a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often the first thing guys notice about me. Guess I can't blame them though since they are hard to miss. I also have a huge sex drive and could go everyday, multiple times, if I was able. 

What my husband doesn't know about me and I have tried hard to hide is my biggest fantasy. A little over a year ago I developed a real turn on, a really, really big turn on, for black guys. It all started when I was home alone and bored so I was playing on the Internet. Came across a site that was only black men having sex with white women. I didn't think much of it at first the image stayed in my head for sometime afterwards, eventually leading me back to look again. What turned me on was the sight of their dark skin against that of the white women is what caught me and is what turns me on to this day. More so picturing their dark skin against that of my very pale. More and more often it turned me on to think about until finally it became my all encompassing fantasy. The only one I ever think about and the only one that turns me on anymore. Have a whole stash of photos and videos hidden in a file on our computer to look at. Yes, also to masturbate to, all are of black men with white women. 

Then I started going into chat rooms that were geared solely towards interracial relationships. I liked talking about my desires to real black men. Of course most every black guy told me how big his dick was. I didn't believe much in that feeling that what I saw in most interracial porn was the exception not the norm. That the myth of black guys with big dicks was just that, a myth. Never went beyond talking online even when some asked me to. That was until I met Jamal. He's a good looking single black guy, around a year younger then me and lived less then an hour away. Jamal was both taller and slightly bigger then my husband. He began talking to me through instant messenger and explained that like my fantasy for black guys, he has one for white girls. Even more so married white women. Also like me has he never acted on it. We talked fairly often, most every day I got on he was there. Soon he was emailing me and I him. I tried to hid it but I know our physical attraction was towards each other was blatantly obvious. He sent me a ton of photos, all of which I looked at often while talking to him. Honestly even masturbated once or twice to them. Was surprised though since he was one of the few guys who never boasted about his penis size leading me to consider what I already believed, that most black guys don't have big dicks except in porn. I got so comfortable with him that he finally convinced me to talk on the phone. From there he got me to agree to meet him in person. Not sure how he did it or why I gave in. We mad a date to meet about halfway from both of our places. Jamal swore it was just as friends, nothing more. I picked a day that I knew my husband wouldn't be at home.

We picked a bar to meet at for a couple of drinks to talk. Pulling into the lot I sat in my car still nervous as hell. Summoning up my courage I walked towards the building. Stepping inside I saw Jamal sitting by the front. Noticing me too, waved to me as he stood up. Walking over he embraced me in a hug. I still felt a bit awkward as I sat down. That didn't last long as we began to talk I felt more comfortable around him. We sat there for some time having a few drinks and chatting in person. He admitted that he also felt nervous about this. Yet was dying to meet me in person if only just this one time. At one point during the conversation he reached over, placing his hand on my knee. The sight of his black hand resting on my pale white legs sent a chill of excitement up my spine. I also caught him more then once looking at my chest. Jamal then began talking about his apartment and the view from his living's room glass sliding doors and balcony. Telling me he would was sure I would love it and wanted to show me where he lived. I wasn't sure at first. He finally convinced me and I would like to see where he lived and if the view from his place was as good as he said.

Getting into the car I drove off following Jamal who stayed close ahead of me. A little more then 30 minutes later we pulled into a large parking lot adjacent to a big apartment building. Had to be close to fifteen stories high. The neighborhood wasn't the best, not the worst though and likely safe enough for me to walk around without much worry. Getting out of the car I waited until Jamal walked up to me. Placing his hand on my back he lead me into the buildings lobby. As we went towards the elevator the doors opened and out stepped two black guys, around our age. They both looked over at us with big smiles and called out to Jamal. I assumed they were friends of sorts. Saying hello the one of the left asked him who I was. Jamal explained I was a friend of his and was stopping by for a short visit. I introduced myself shaking their hands. They both had a funny look on their faces and Jamal asked if he could excuse himself for a moment as he walked away with the two guys to the other side of the lobby. I could not hear what they were saying but did notice that they looked over in my direction several times. After a couple of minutes Jamal walked back towards me and the other two guys yelled that it was nice meeting me. Stepping into the elevator we went up all the way to the twelfth floor. Jamal's place was all the way at the end of the hallway.

Opening the door I walked in first as he came in behind locking it behind us. I took a moment to look around and it wasn't a bad place. A decent sized single bedroom apartment. Jamal offered me a drink which I agreed to. Sitting down on the couch waiting I felt as nervous as ever doing my best to relax and get comfortable. When he came back he sat down next to me as we picked up our conversation from earlier. After some time he got me another drink then offered for me to see the view from his balcony. Wanting to and it being the main reason for me coming I got up and walked over towards the glass doors with him. Jamal opened up the door and ushered me out. It was a small balcony with partitions on either end for privacy. I had to admit that it was very nice from up here. Could see for miles even though it was already dark out. All of the lights from buildings and cars were almost mesmerizing. 

"Nice view isn't it?" he asked from behind me. I agreed that it was. "I think I have the best view in the house" he replied. I wasn't sure what he meant until I turned my head around to see him looking me up and down. This actually made me blush. Jamal moved up closer until his entire body was pressed against my back. Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulled me right up to him. Both seeing his black hands around my waist and feeling his larger body against my back sent a shiver through my body. Jamal then moved one hand to pull the hair back before placing it on my waist again. Leaning down he started softly kissing the side of my neck. I could actually feel my knees going weak as he trailed his lips on me. While doing this he moved his right hand in front running it around my stomach area.

"You look so sexy baby" he whispered into my ear. "I have been wanting to touch you since we first met. Glad you were able to make some time for me while your husband's away. And since he's not going to be home for a couple days he won't mind if you're not home tonight." At that point I knew exactly what he meant and where this we going to end up if he had his way. Not that I can deny that I also felt the same. The biggest part of me wanted it, desired it. A little part was still nervous as hell and wasn't sure if I could actually go through with having an affair. I told Jamal I hadn't planned on staying the night with him. That I wasn't sure if I could go through with this.

"Why not Marisa? I'll more then make it worth your while" he insisted. "I don't care if you're married. Actually it's more of a turn on." I still wasn't too comfortable with it and told him so. That I had wanted to but was nervous and unsure about going through with it. 

"Fine, I will take it slow on step at a time and you can tell me where you want me to stop" he told me. This made me feel more comfortable thinking that I could go as far as I wanted but not all the way. I agreed that would be fine. Jamal was pleased taking my hand leading me back inside, through his apartment, and into his bedroom. Closing the door behind us he told me to relax and have take a seat on the bed. He also asked me to take my boots off so they don't get any dirt on the sheets hanging off the side. Doing as he said he then sat down next to me after kicking off his own shoes. Placing a hand on the back of my head he turned me to face him. Leaning over he kissed me directly on the lips. Again telling me that he will only go as far as I want he kissed me again, this time deeply and long. We stayed like this for I don't know how long as he moved his other hand around my stomach like before. After some time that hand moved slowly sliding up higher and higher until it rested right below my right breast. Making no move to stop him Jamal then cupped it into his hand, kneading it softly over my shirt and bra. I could feel a knot form in my stomach. Due to a mix of excitement and nerves as he played with it. It didn't take to long for my nipples to get hard from the attention, pressing against the material of my clothes. Jamal realized that as well, running his fingers around my right nipple and lightly pinching it through my clothing. This caused me to moan. 

"Is this okay Marisa?" he asked breaking the kiss. I told him it was. "how about we make it a little easier then?" he asked. I didn't know what he meant but agreed anyway. With a smile on his face he told me to lift my arms up as he grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Quickly pulling it upwards over my stomach, breasts, head, and arms then tossing it onto the floor. Leaving my there in only my bra and skirt. He leaned back in kissing me as before as his hand roamed over my bra playing with my breast again. Not a minute he pulled his lips away trailing them softly down my neck and started kissing all the exposed parts of my chest not covered by my bra. Looking down I couldn't believe what I was seeing or how much it turned me on to watch this black man touch me in such a way. While he was doing this he moved his hand from my head to the middle of my back. Not a moment later I felt him playing with the back of my bra quickly unhooking it. 

"Is this okay?" he asked. For some reason I couldn't even speak, just nodded yes. Reaching up he slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders, down my arms, and took it from my body. Looking back at me with a big grin on his face he started guiding me back onto the bed until I was laying on my back in the middle; my head resting on the pillows. Jamal took his own shirt off before bending down kissing me deeply on the lips. At the same time he began to play with my bare breasts with his hand. Breaking away once more he starting kissing down my neck again towards my chest.

"Such nice big lily white tits with pretty pale pink nipples" he said with a moan. Moving his entire body lower his head hovered just above my chest. Cupping one of my bare breasts in his hand, Jamal leaned down clamping his lips around the nipple. I just laid there with my head propped up on his pillows staring down at him. It felt good and looked hotter then I could even have imagined. By this point I was beyond turned on. My body was reacting all over the place not just from what he was doing but the sight of it being done by a black guy was the biggest factor. He spent some time playing with, licking, and sucking on my breasts. Not that I'm complaining in the least bit. Eventually pulling his head away from them he looked up at me. At the same time he moved his hand down to my lower thigh below my skirt.

"Is this okay?" he asked. I told him it was. "And this?" he asked again sliding it up my thigh under the hem of my skirt. I just told him yes. "And this? ... and this?" he kept asking as he slowly moved his hand higher and higher up my inner thigh. Found myself parting my legs slightly as he got higher until his hand was resting right below my crotch. "How 'bout this?' he asked once more sliding a finger over my pussy above my panties, running it up and down. I was again left speechless as I felt his finger, just nod my head in agreement. Again sucking on my nipples he continued to rub my pussy over my panties turning me on even more.

"So much heat coming from between your legs Marisa. Feels like your very turned on right now. Would you let me help you with that and take it to the next level?" he asked. I inquired what that would be. Jamal explained that he would finger me until I came and we could stop there since that's all he wanted to do. I knew he wasn't be totally honest. I didn't care though since I wanted him to finger me; would worry about the rest later. I told him that would be fine. Getting up on his knees Jamal grabbed my skirt. Telling me to lift my hips he pulled it down and off my body. Moving his hands back up he wrapped his fingers under the waistband of my panties. Lifting my hips again he pulled those down my legs as well tossing them off the bed with the rest of my clothing. If it weren't for my socks I would be totally naked laying in a strange bed with a black man who I just met today. 

"A nice shaved pale white pussy" he said with a grin. Moving back down he again used his mouth on my nipples as his fingers began to explore my bare pussy. Slipping a finger down between my lips he slowly rubbed my clit before pushing his finger into my hole. He kept up in that way, alternating between them as he continued playing with my nipples. I just laid there in pleasure. Jamal knew how to use his fingers and could in less then 4 minutes feel myself getting close to an orgasm. Several times I caught myself thrusting my hips back against his hand. Not long afterwards I could feel my legs shake, my chest and face flush as I came hard, yelling out loud. He didn't stop playing with me which lead to another one right after the first making me scream even louder. Pushing his hand away feeling like I couldn't take another I was completely exhausted. As I laid there catching my breath I felt Jamal move off the bed. Almost immediately afterwards I heard a lot of movement coming down at the end by my feet. Propping myself up on my elbows I saw Jamal standing there in nothing but his underwear, at some point having removed his pants. My eyes trailed right down to the very noticeable bulge between his legs. Jamal laughed as he noticed me staring. 

"I want to show you what you do to me Marisa" he said smiling. With that he pulled down his underwear. I know he had to have heard me gasp as his dick sprung out hard as a rock. The thing was fucking huge! My husband isn't even 5 3/4 inches, this thing had to be at least 8 inches long, if not a little over. What made it more impressive was it's thickness, much thicker then John's. Maybe around 5 1/2 inches around, give or take a little. Topped off by a large head and pretty sizeable testicles hanging down behind. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't know what to say at first. Finally mentioning that I thought only in porn did black guys have dicks that big and didn't think that he would since he never boasted about it. Jamal's response to that was he didn't need to brag about his big dick. That it spoke for itself and he was right about that.

"Are you ready to take it to the next level Marisa?" he asked. I couldn't even find the words to answer. Jamal didn't bother waiting for one anyone as he got up onto the bed below my feet. Grabbing my calves with both hands he pushed my legs open and began to climb up in between them. As he moved higher his body forced my legs open and pushed them upward at the same time, spreading them wider until he was right on top of me. Leaning down for a kiss I could feel his dick resting on my belly, feeling very heavy against me. 

"Are you ready for your first black dick?" he whispered to me. Once more I got nervous about taking this final step and my stomach became all knotted. I wanted to so badly yet couldn't get myself to actually say so. "I can't wait to put it deep into your little married white pussy. Stretching that little pink hole open. You want it don't you Marisa? You want it as bad as I do." 

At the moment part of me was screaming no, to stop now and to leave. I knew what I wanted to do which was opposite from what I should do. I explained to Jamal how nervous I was. That I was scared about going this final step. He explain that he would go slow and if I wanted to stop at any time to let him know. Without waiting another moment he reached between our bodies as he moved his hips upward. Looking between our bodies I saw his hand wrapped around his big black cock moving it down towards my pussy. The soft head gliding across my lips spreading them open. He rubbed it around my clit a few times before guiding it lower, aiming it right at my hole. At that moment I snapped into reality realizing he wasn't wearing a condom. I inquired if he planned on putting one on.

"Hell no! Not unless you really want me to. I know I'm clean and you have never been with another guy. You also mentioned before about being on birth control so I'm not going to knock you up. Besides you're my first white girl and I'm your first black. I want to feel it all and you should too" he said. I still wasn't sure but he guaranteed everything would be fine and to trust him. Not that I don't already know sex feels better without using them, even for me. I am on birth control as well so there is no worry there. In the end I relented to Jamal. Though this honestly didn't help my nerves as I felt like I should just stop now. I knew it was now or never and Jamal must have realized that too since he didn't waist another second.




First meeting



Jamal began to place pressure downward against my hole. It's no surprise considering how big he is that is wasn't easy going at first. Pressing a little harder I started to feel the very tip of his head enter me. Once he got that far it went a little easier. The head gradually went in as my pussy spread open around it. When he got the head all the way in he stopped, letting out a sigh. I did as well not only because of what he had just done but knowing I had gotten over that first hump. I was past the point of no return and could feel myself calming down as all doubt disappeared. 

"Damn you have one fucking tight pussy!" Jamal grunted. I told him it didn't help any that his dick was so big. That made he laugh. Jamal began to push down again moving slowly into me. I must admit that it felt uncomfortable. I had never been so stretched before. Jamal did his best to take it slow so I could get used to it. Sadly the deeper he went the more uncomfortable it was. Causing me to tense up and bite my lower lip. He wasn't even half was in either.

"Just relax Marisa" Jamal said in a soothing voice. "I'll take it nice and slow, a little at a time. If you relax it will be easier on you baby. Once you get used to it I promise you'll be fine." 

I knew he was right about that point. I just have never felt like this during sex since my first time. Not that it was as bad as that but the closest comparison I could think of. He kept pushing deeper into me as more and more of his massive black cock disappeared in my body. By now he was deeper then my husband has ever been and going further in every second. It took some time and effort but finally I felt his large testicles pressing against my rear as Jamal buried his entire dick inside me. I believe Jamal was as shocked at that as I was. He told me he didn't think he would be able to get it all in. Me neither I said yet also mentioned it he were any bigger it wouldn't have happened. That I was going to stop him because I could feel the tip of his dick touching my cervix. 

Jamal just held himself in me not moving allowing me to get used to his size as he kissed me deeply. He kissed me for a good minute or so. By the time he ended the discomfort was all gone. Replaced by the amazement that my biggest fantasy was now sitting in my body. Never in a million years did I think I would ever go through with this. Opening my eyes I peered up at Jamal, his black body hovering above my pale one, looked beyond hot to me. He was smiling back as I felt him slowly pull slightly out then push it back in. This caused me to gasp. Jamal then did it again, this time taking a little more out. In this manner he eventually pulled it almost all the way out before sliding it back in me. A wave of pleasure radiated though out my entire body when he did. After that he started a steady motion, thrusting it in and out of me. Slowly at first gradually picking up speed and force as he went. 

I can't even begin to explain how nice it was. I hated to admit it but sex never felt this good before and we were just getting started. In all my fantasies of being in this position never in my wildest dreams did I think it would feel this good. The bedroom was soon echoing with my heavy breathing and moans. Jamal did a good job alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft. At times this made me not so much moan as to nearly scream in pleasure. Grabbing his arms with my fingers tightly I held on for the ride. My eyes were rolling back into my head as he used that big black pole like a pro. I felt bad for his neighbors. A mix of my sounds of ecstasy and the bed which was thumping hard against the wall at times or rocking up and down with each thrust. I have no doubt we could be heard through the walls, ceiling, and floor. I don't believe Jamal cared at all, he never let up his assault on my body. Not that I am complaining a bit. I was in heaven as he continuing thrusting in and out of me. At times I myself was pushing back against him which made Jamal smile. 

He fucked me like this for quite a while. Usually by now my husband would have cum, yet Jamal showed no signs of any approaching orgasm. I gladly took it never wanting it to end. All of a sudden Jamal stopped as he lowered his torso down until his chest was pressed up against mine. He then moved his hands under my shoulders, grasping his fingers up on them as if to brace me. Kissing me once more quickly on the lips he placed his head right above mine, staring directly into my eyes. Our faces were mere inches apart at this point. Once we were positioned fully he began to fuck me again, hard and fast. I was as before moaning loudly in pleasure. Wrapping my legs around his back as he fucked my brains out. My hands dug hard into his shoulders and back as he pushed hard. My toes curled up in pleasure.

Jamal- "Oh fuck Marisa ... feels so good!"

Me - *moaning* 

Jamal - "You like my big black dick don't you girl?"

Me - "yes! ... *moan* ... oh fuck me baby ... fuck me hard!"

Fuck me hard he did. I couldn't believe the extreme pleasure I was in. I have no doubt that Jamal could tell with the way I was reacting. If the building were smaller I wouldn't doubt if everyone would know with the nose I was making. I wished it to never end but sadly it had to eventually and that time was coming on fast. Jamal didn't even have to say anything for me to know. His body motions changed until he was fucking me with very quick shallow thrusts.

"Shit! ... almost there baby ... gonna cum deep inside your little married white pussy ... fuck Marisa! ... here it comes ... ahhh!" he grunting loudly. He thrust it all the way into me one last time, holding it there, his entire body went stiff above me. An instant later I could feel his hot seaman streaming into my body, repeatedly shooting up against my cervix. I laid there watching him, looking up at this hot black man as he deposited his hot seed deep into my body. He shot a good amount in me before he finally finished. Could feel his testicles relax after the last drop was released inside of me. Jamal let out a sigh, his eyes still closed as a slight smile went across his face. Feeling he was finished he slowly pulled out of me, collapsing on the bed. I felt so empty at that moment. I could relax for long. I could feel a small bit of his cum leaking out of me already. Jumping up I went to the bathroom to clean up. I couldn't believe how much came out of me, don't did my husband ever did this much.

Walking back into the bedroom I mentioned that it was late so I had better go. Jamal looked upset asking me to stay that night. That my husband wasn't going to be home for another two days and it was too late for me to leave. I figured why not. I spent the night with him in his bed. The next morning I found out the alternative reason why he wanted me to stay. Waking up I found myself alone in the bed and the sound of the shower going. I looked around in this strange room recapping what I had done last night. I couldn't believe I had gone through with it and to my biggest surprise I really didn't regret what I had done. The shower soon turned off and Jamal opened the door into the bedroom wearing only a towel. He bid me a good morning with a big smile on his face. He got this ornery look on his face as he undid this towel around his waist, letting it drop to the floor. His black dick hung soft between his legs but still big as hell. 

"I just finished cleaning up, now how about you help me get dirty again" he said as he walked over to the bed. Grabbing the sheet he ripped it away from my body. I didn't get to even say a word before he jumped on top of me he kissing deeply as he pawed at my breasts. 

"I love your big pale white tits" he stated just before clamping his lips around my nipples. I couldn't believe how quickly I became turned on. Reaching down I grabbed his dick, stroking it as it grew in my hand. My hand isn't that tiny yet the tip of my thumb could barely touch the tip of my middle finger when wrapped around it. Eventually pushing him away from my breasts I told him to get up on his knees. Moving myself around so I was laying on my side in front of him I got down by his crotch. Grabbing his dick once more I moved my head in closer, running my tongue slowly up the shaft then around the head before sliding it into my mouth. I began sucking his dick which was stretching my lip wide. Jamal moaned as he grabbed the back of my head. I loved it when a guy does that since I love being a submissive. Then again I enjoy giving oral as well. I tried my best to give him as much pleasure as possible and was getting so wet while doing it. Jamal didn't keep me like this for long. Pulling my head off his dick he told me to turn around since it was my turn to get on my knees.

Moving to face away from him I got up on my hands and knees, spreading my legs as far apart as I could. Jamal quickly moved up on his knees between them. I felt him rubbing the head of his dick around my hole to get it wet before pushing it into me. Like last night I was tight around him and took some effort to work his massive black dick into me. Once there he grabbed my waist and began to fuck me good and hard from behind. In no time at all I would moaning and screaming my head off. Was worried I would lose my voice. He was also working it in such a way that he was rubbing my G spot with the head of his cock. The bed was rocking back and forth as he thrust fast into me. My breasts were also rocking endlessly from his assault on my body. Several times he reached around grabbing them and playing with my nipples as he fucked me from behind. 

"You remember those two guys from yesterday? They both wanted to fuck you as bad as I did. Told me I was one lucky SOB" he said. The idea of other black guys wanting to have sex with me turned me on even more. A couple minutes into it I came hard around his cock collapsing onto the bed. My ass was still sticking up in the air and Jamal dick was still buried in me. He continued to fuck me the entire time not letting up for a moment. I enjoyed every second of it as extreme pleasure coursed my entire body. Sadly it all finally came to an end. Letting out a deep moan he shoved it all into me. Holding my ass hard against his pelvis as he shot his cum deep into me a second time. Could feel the warmth as he coated the inside of my pussy and cervix. 

He held himself there until he started to go limp. Pulling out of me he sat down on the bed as I rushed to go clean myself up. When I came back into the room Jamal thanked me for a great morning. He also admitted that he wanted me to stay last night in the hope that he could fuck me again before I left. I told him I didn't mind at all because I enjoyed it as much as he had. Getting dressed I headed towards the door only stopping to give him a kiss goodbye. Jamal asked me if I could come over next weekend. I knew my husband would be gone again so I agreed, Adding that a week seemed to far away for such pleasure. Jamal then offered for me to stay the entire weekend, from Friday night to Sunday night. That he wouldn't more then make it worth my while. I had no doubt of that and wanting it as bad as he did I agreed to spending two full days with him. More so since my husband was going to be gone the whole time anyway. 

Jamal kissed me again before leaving telling me he couldn't wait to see me again. I couldn't either. This happened to be the first visit of what would end up be many to come. Jamal and I had a long going affair becoming good friends that had sex, a lot of sex. He was more then happy to do it because he wasn't wanting a relationship. So, he was very glad I was married and only looking for sex, which he was willing to give me plenty of. I was happy that I was getting some real physical attention and living out my ultimate fantasy over and over again. There was no chance my husband would find out so I didn't need to worry about ruining my marriage. Plus, him having a massive black dick with a knowledge on how to use it helped.



First Meeting



We were both in a club separately and I noticed you across the bar and decided to come and chat you up. We flirted for a bit and I got you a drink etc. I then asked you to dance and you took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. We swayed to the music with our arms around each other and I kissed you passionately. You kissed me back sliding your tongue into my mouth. I slide my hand down and grabbed your sexy ass as we continued our kiss. 

You turned around and I ground me groin against your ass as we moved in time of the banging music. You could feel my cock hardening in my boxers as it rubbed up against you. I slide me hands up your hips and across your stomach and rest them under your amazing boobs. You reach around and stroke my inner thigh and rest your hand below my swollen manhood. 

You turn to me and whisper in my ear that you want to have my big cock inside you. As you run your hand across the bulge in my trousers. I smile as look down your top to catch a glimpse of your sexy cleavage and whisper in your ear that I want to suck on your superb tits. You take my hand and lead me towards to exit of the club. 

We walk around the back of the club to the car-park. I grab you and lean you against the walk and kiss your neck and work my way down your neck towards your incredible chest. I use my hands to lift up your top up over your tits. I then ease those bad boys out of the cups of your bra. I stand and look at them as I hold them in my hands, your boobs shining in the moon light. I then dive straight in and take those big boobs to my mouth and suck on those nipples long and hard as you hold my head to your chest. Your tits taste amazing like a warm home for my head and lips. 

You pull my head up and kiss me passionately as you pull the zipper on my fly down and ease my swollen cock out of my boxers. You kiss down my neck and bend down holding my hard cock in your warm hands. You look up and then take my whole 8 inch shaft straight to the back of your throat in one easy motion. The sensation is incredible. Its all I can do to stop myself cumming straight away. But I relax as you suck my cock harder and faster occasionally stopping to suck on my big balls that hang down invitingly below my throbbing cock. 

Before I shoot my load you stop and stand up still holding my large member and ask me to come back to your place to fuck you senseless. I agree instantly obviously. You put your big boobs back into your bra and put your top back to the correct position. You then give my cock last little kiss and let me pop it back into my jeans and do up my fly. We then kiss again then walk to the taxi rank. 

We jump into a black cab and you give the driver the address. We sit with our backs to the driver and you shove your tongue deep into my waiting mouth. I return the kiss and we stay locked together for a minute in this passionate embrace. You then sit back and hitch up your skirt. You are not wearing any knickers. I look shocked but you said you removed then just before we left the club. 

You take my hand and place it on your trimmed pussy. I rub your already swollen clit and you gasp as my cold hand touches your warm pussy. I tease your clit with my fingers and open up your swollen hole and watch the juices sparkle in the moonlight. I then whisper in your ear if I can finger fuck you. You immediately agree and I slide two fingers deep into your waiting pussy. You gasp as I slide then in and out of your wet hole. 

You throw you head back and grope at your tits through your top as I continue to finger you. I add another finger and you start to breath quicker and harder as my pace increases. Then your body tenses up and you shudder as orgasm flows through your body. Then you go limp as the feeling goes. You look at me as I lick my pussy juice soaked fingers clean. You kiss me deeply and tell me you are going to let me fuck you mouth, tits, pussy and ass. In any position I want. You love cock and need mine inside you now. 

You lean back and pull you skirt back down you legs and rearrange your twisted top giving me a good look at your erect nipples and impressive cleavage. You smile at me just as the taxi pulls up outside your house. I pay the driver and we jump out and to taxi roars off down the street. We stand outside facing each other your face still flush from the orgasm you just felt. I pull you close to me and grab your ass. You tell me its time for me to taste your pussy and fuck all your holes with my big hard cock as you unzip my jeans and release my cock. You take it in your hand and lead me into the house. 

As you close the door behind me you drop straight to your knees and take my full length into your mouth once again I hold your head and thrust my cock deep into your waiting mouth. After a few more thrusts you stand and lead me upstairs to your waiting bedroom. You switch on the light and I approach you from behind and cup your tits with my hands. I lift you top off over your head and undo your bra and let it fall to the floor. I squeeze and play with your big bouncy boobs and kiss you neck as you wank my hard cock in your hand. You lean your head back and tell me that you have a surprise for me. You bend over in front of me and open the bottom draw next to your bed. I take the opportunity to pull your skirt up and finger your pussy. You don't seem to mind as you stay bent over for a couple of minutes and open your legs wide so I can get good access to your pussy. 

You eventually stand and show me the collection of sex toys you got out of the draw. You tell me you want me to watch as you fuck yourself with these toys. I stand in almost shock but in total agreement. I go and sit on the chair in the corner of your room. You take off you shoes and skirt and kneel on the bed facing me. You start by playing with your big tits and lick your nipples. Then you run your hands down to your waiting pussy and give your clit a rub as you talk dirty to me telling me how good it feels. You slow slide two fingers into your waiting pussy and slowly fuck yourself with your digits. You then grab a small vibrator and lick it all over to lube it up then slide that straight into your hole. You gasp as it fills you up. You start to rock as you slide it in and out of your wet snatch moaning as the pleasure builds inside you. You remove the vibrator and grab a nice big dildo and spit all over it then thrust it into your pussy. The view is incredible I sit now completely naked stroking my cock as I watch you fuck yourself silly. You pound your pussy with that big rubber cock and move your other hand and slide a finger into your asshole. The cock and finger enter your holes in unison and you add a second finger to your ass. Your moaning and rocking increase with pleasure even harder now. Then you pull those fingers out of your ass and shove the little vibrator up there so you are getting a good double penetration.

I walk around the bed cock in hand watching this sexy lady fuck herself silly and slide my cock into your waiting mouth. You suck on it and all three of your holes are filled with cock real or not. You pull away from my cock and tell me to lick your pussy so I run around to your pussy and remove the big rubber cock and stick my tongue straight in. you taste incredible as I get down to eating you out. I grab the vibrator hanging out of your ass and slowly fuck you with it as I lick you out. You hold my head onto your pussy as you orgasm hard all over my face. I lick the juice from your hole and then I stand up and hold my cock just away from your dripping wet pussy entrance. You look me in the eye and say "get that beautiful big hard cock deep inside my pussy" I hold on of a second and then I stroke it into your willing and ready pussy. I pound my cock into you as I watch your big tits sway with every thrust of my cock. You put one hand on my hip controlling my pace and the other holds one of your tits, you pull one of your nipples as the pleasure starts to build again in your pussy. 

You jump up and get on your knees and beg me to ride you doggy. I happily oblige and glide my cock into your pussy once again. I hold you hips and fuck you hard and fast the vibrator still sticking out of you ass in front of me. You start to moan and then I can feel your pussy tighten around my hard cock as you cum all over it. You then ask if I would fuck your waiting ass. I pull my cock and vibrator out of your holes and slide my cock slowly into your ass. You hold your breath as it slides into you ass. I slowly pull out and then in again so your asshole opens a bit more then I can get my full 8 inches deep into you. You grab at you tits as I fuck your third hole of the night pure ecstasy for my cock. I tell you I'm about to cum and you ask me to cum all over your big tits as I pull out and flip you over and unload my spunk all over those big boys. 

I collapse next to your on he bed. We are both exhausted from the marathon sex session we have just endured. You kiss me deeply on the lips and tell me that was the best fuck you have ever had. I lay there smiling in total agreement. You slowly get up give my cock a little kiss and say well done to it grab the toys and head for a shower to wash the juices and sweat off your naked body. 

I awake in your bed with only my boxers. You're lying next to me naked facing away from me sound asleep. I slip out of the bed and quickly use you shower to wash my sweaty smelly body. I smile as I remember the events from the night before. I creep back into your bed to grab my clothes tying not to wake you. But you are sitting up in your bed with your boobs sitting just above the quilt. I say good morning nervously. You ask where I was going. I say I didn't know if you want me to stick around or disappear. You laugh and tell me you're not letting the best fuck you've ever had get away that easily. I smile and you open your arms inviting me in for a hug. I walk over and lean over and give you a hug and a deep passionate kiss. 

I smile and look deeply into your eyes and ask what is for breakfast. You have a cheeky grin on your face and you say there is only one thing that you want. You stroke my cock through my boxers then pull them down to my knees and start to wank my cock with your hand. I say didn't you have enough of that last night! Hell no you say I want this cock 24/7 now how about an early morning blow-job as a thank-you for last night. I smile and move my cock towards your waiting mouth. You take my cock straight into your mouth, sucking hard on that long hard shaft, you playing with my balls with your hand. I hold your head as it takes my length into your welcoming mouth. 

My cock starts to throb as I get close to cumming. I tell you I'm close and it makes you suck even harder on my swollen member. I buck my hips and hold your head deep onto my cock as I shoot my large load straight down your throat. You gulp down all my sperm and lick my cock nice and clean so none is wasted. You pull away and look up at me. I'm all red and breathing heavily. I smile and say that was the best early morning present I've ever had. But I feel I owe you now. You smile and say that my cum tastes incredible and you will need to taste it more often and that I can pleasure you later you pussy is always open for me.  



First Meeting



I had talked to him for a couple of weeks now. Claimed he was in the lifestyle. He said that he was a dom. He would make all my fantasies come true. I would laugh him off, he talks of chains and whips. " What kind of dom needs to tie his sub down? Are you that insecure in yourself?"

He never did like when I would say things like that. He would try to convince me that he could handle me. Convince me that we should meet and find out. I asked him what made him worth it? Never really answering me, he would vaguely talk of all the pleasure he would give me. Talk dirty to me on the phone, making me wet. I could hear him on the other end stroking it hard, balls slapped against his thighs, his voice would get deep, muffled. I would always cut him off, hang up before he came. I never allowed him to cum for me. 

Another week went by, he would make advances, I would dodge them. He was starting to get frustrated, this I could tell. Then one day when he calls, his starts the dirty talk. His voice is different, sounds more of a strained anger, more than pleasure. He talks of handcuffs, I say uh uh. Once again, he is showing controlled fury in his voice. "How can I dominate you, when you won't let me tie you up?" 

I laugh, angering his little male pride more. " Why does it matter who is the dominate one, it is all for my pleasure anyways."

Silence on the other end. Minutes went by without him saying anything. I laughed a little on my line, asked him if he was all right.

Finally, he spoke. Voice choked he uttered one word. "Defeated."

Once again I laugh. " What do you mean by that?"

"I just realize now, everything you have been to me, all these weeks of torture, you was preening me. Getting me ready for you. Letting me know what you want and how you like it. All this, to prove a point, so you win. I am yours however you want me." As he says this, his voice has took on a bewildered, stunned quality.

"Good, so now you are up to speed. I want you to write me a story of how I dominate you. I expect it tonight before you can go to bed." I hang up immediately. Smiling to myself, pleased that I have found my next toy.

Through emails and text, I instruct him of the meeting time and place. He is also told to not allow himself to cum, untill meeting me. This is a week away and I hear some reluctance in his voice. "If you can not handle this small inconvenience, you surely are not ready or worthy for me. I have certain like and desires, if you can not meet those requirements, this is a waste of both of our times. I need you shaved, on time and obedient. Is that too much to ask of you?"

"No."

"Then do as I say and stop making me repeat myself."

Hanging up, I feel a bit of aggrivation. This is going to have more resistance then I thought. I just might have to beat the dom out of my new toy. 

The week has past with speed, now moments before his arrival. I look in the mirror, adjusting the black laced up corset. Running fingers over the lace panties, dipping inside for a moment to tease the soft folds. Bending over to tie up my boots, loving the feel of the the thong pulling taut against my ass. 

The door bell rings, once then twice. I leave the living room to go to the foyer. Checking my makeup in the mirror as I pass it to open the door. 

This is the first meeting, although I have seen pictures, it's hard to get the aura of a man on paper. But oh what a man you are standing before me Much taller and wider shouldered than I expected. Your chest was hard and solid, legs thick and rough looking in your jeans. Shirt open at the collar, light hair wisps poking out. Tanned face, brown eyes, black/brown hair. I look him up and down for a moment, pleased at what I see. Watching his eyes roam over my body, somehow darkening with lust. "Do you like what you see my little bitch?"

His eyes snapped up to my face. I couldn't quite put a finger on the emotion, fear, intimidation, lust, and desire all lingered there. "Oh yes. Yes mistress."

"Good, now come in." I close the door behind him. Instructing him to go into the living room, sit on the couch. I linger in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of vodka with a few cubes of ice in each. 

Vodka in hand, I walk back in to the living room. Feeling his eyes on me, making me wet feeling his need. I hand him a glass, taking a drink of my own. Enjoying the burn as it goes down my throat. I watch him take a drink of his, hands shaking just a bit. My pussy responding to his fear, starting to ache. I stand there in front of him, scantily clad, enjoying being on display. My large breast heaving out of their barely there restraints. I down the rest of the vodka, putting the glass down on the table. I click the music on, a soft seductive song, man and womens voice crooning in the house now. My hips start to sway to the music. I start to slowly dance around him, never taking my eyes off of his. I could see his cock pushing against his jeans, swelling. I cup my breast with my hands, other hand lowered in to my panties. He can see my panties move while I play, hiking one leg between his legs as i touch myself. I put slight pressure on his jean cladded penis with the tip of my boots. His sharp intake of breath floods my pussy with hot sticky juices. My panties are starting to get soaked, I can feel wetness slide on my inner thighs, making them slick against each other. I back up away from him. He is told to take my panties off and get on his knees. 

On his knees, I take the back of his head, burying his face into my wet pussy. I climax almost immediately. Grabbing his head hard so he can not move as I ride his face and tongue. Moments after first, my body is convulsing with my second. As heat and pleasure wave over my body I grab his hair and jerk him away from me. My breath in gasp I leave him kneeling on the floor, my nectar all of his face. "Wipe your face, you have pussy juice all over you! Why are you so messy?"

Wiping his face on his shirt, he starts to get up. Pushing him back down, I tell him to crawl to my bedroom and pleasure me more. Pleasure his mistress. That is his sole purpose for being there."

Following me in to the bedroom, still on his hands and knees. "Stand up, strip, then assume the position."

He immediately jumps to his feet. Jerking his clothes off, distinct sound of buttons popping as he went. HIs hard tanned body coming in view in the dim light. Just as quickly, he was back on his hands and knees. 

"Now I want you to recite your story to me."

He starts to begin his story, his voice was sexy, husky. You could hear the desire in his every word. I told him to look forward as his eyes roamed the room searching for me. Standing behind him, I grabbed my silver bullet. Nestling it against my clit, I climb on top of his back, legs straddling each side. He stops talking as I do this. My wet pussy moistening his back. "Did I tell you to stop?" To emphasize my point, I slap his ass hard with my hand, making it sting at the fingertips. He bucks underneath me, rubbing the bullet against my nub hard, causing me to cry out. 

He takes that as his cue and starts to continue his story. I turn the bullet on, low at first, getting faster and faster till it is on full power. As he talks in that sexy voice, words turning me on as much as his voice, I start to slowly ride his back. Grinding my pussy into his back, grinding the vibrator harder against me. I grab his shoulders, using my grip as leverage to slide against him. Heat rising, I feel myself about to cum. My nails digging it to your back as I climax hard on top of your back . My juices running down the sides of him. Still he talks finsihing his climatic end to his story. Voice is lower and breath is coming in shallow gasps. 

Bending over, pressing my lips to his ear, "Did you like pleasing me my little bitch?"

"Yes! Yes, mistress."

"Would you like to please me again?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

I climb off of his back. I stand in front of him, making him arch his neck to look up at me. "Take off my boots, now bitch."

He scrambles to get to the zippers, sliding them down and off of me. I shrink several inches losing my heels, although at 5.9, I am still tall. "Now take your hand and feel how wet you make me?"

I close my eyes as his fingers probe my pussy, inserting one finger in to me, I hear him groan. 

"It is wet, eh? Would you like to feel my wet, hot, tight pussy surrounding your cock?"

"Yes, please mistress."

"Lie down on the bed, now! 

His member was hard, jutting out. I straddled his knees. Rubbing my hands on his chest, stroking his hard cock. I hover over him, leaning down I kiss him hard on the mouth. My hands between us, guiding his pulsing cock in my opening. Stroking it faster with the head, just barely in the opening. So he can feel the heat and wetness emanating from my pussy. No longer able to wait for sweet penetration, I lower down on him fast, taking both our breaths away. His cock, slams into my tight pussy, stretching it, burying inside of me. I cry out in pure pleasure as I start to bounce hard on him. My mind whirling, I am climaxing all over his penis. He starts to tighten up. I immediately stop. His eyes flashing to mine.

"Not yet, my dear. You have to control yourself. You are not allowed to cum untill I say so. You are not allowed to cum no where but where you are allowed! Understood?"

"Yes" The one word came out strangled, almost painful sounding. 

I start to move again, riding him slow and hard. Pulling groans and moans out of him. He starts begging to let him cum. I do not answer, I just pick up the pace, grab his shoulders and grind into his hips. He is suddering under me, barely breathing, breaths are so shallow, barely audible. I cum again, screaming out, pressing him as far as I could inside of me. I roll off of him, just laying next to him, pussy pulsing and throbbing. I start to rub my clit. " Kneel over me, I want to watch you touch yourself and cum."

After what could only be described as a whimper, He kneels before me, touching his self. Stroking it hard, eyes locked on my fingers in my pussy. I rub my clit faster, urging him to pick up the pace. His stroking, matches my fingers thrusting. His dark eyes never leave my pussy. Him watching me turns me on even more.

"OH yes, does that feel good? You are so hot, standing there. Touch yourself and please me. I want to see you cum, I want you to cum on my tits, all over my tits. I want to watch you spurt all over me."

"Please mistress, let me feel your wet insides again."

"No."

I raise up a bit, still fingering my pussy, so close to the edge. I grab his balls, pulling on them. I order him to cum, now!

He moans loudly, cum starts coming out of his hard cock. He spews his cum all over my chest. I start to rub my hands over them, massaging his cum on my tits and stomach. I lean up suddenly, taking his cock into my mouth. I hear his strangled cry, as I deep throat his penis, swallowing all the cum. I grab his ass cheeks and ram his dick deeper and harder in my throat, gagging on his cum, as he cums down my throat. I push him away from me, coughing, choking a bit. I laugh. "Well then, you have seemed to make a mess. Now come and wash your mistress, bitch."



First Meeting



I sit at the front of the hotel, waiting for you; I'm not nervous, but more excited. I can't wait to see you in person, in the flesh for the first time. Wondering if you'll recognize me from my pictures, what you'll say to me, what you'll think. We've talked online for months, now it's for real. I hear a car and see you pull up. My chest tightens as your car door opens. You step out and walk toward me. Already I can tell you're even more beautiful than in your pics. You walk toward me. I can tell you're nervous too. I look at your beautiful face and amazing brown eyes.

"Hey," you say, just above a whisper.

"Well hello beautiful," I reply. 

I lean in and hug you and hold you close, stroking your long hair. You take my hand and we walk back to our room. I close the door and turn to see you standing by the bed. I walk over to you and take your face in my hands and begin kissing you softly. Your lips are soft and warm against mine. I caress your face with one hand while putting my other arm around you. Your mouth opens slightly, accepting my tongue into yours. I feel your tongue as mine rubs against yours. They roll around together, dancing together, I feel you sigh as we kiss. 

I pull back looking into your eyes, seeing your beautiful smile...you lift your chin slightly as I begin kissing along your neck, licking slowly. Enjoying every inch of your soft, brown skin, I hear your sighs as I nibble gently licking and kissing from one side of your neck to the other. You begin pulling my shirt off and lift it over my head. I begin to tug on yours as well. Lifting it off you, exposing your beautiful shoulders as I kiss along your left shoulder; sliding your bra strap down, kissing along your arm and shoulder as it slides down, and falling to the floor. 

Then I move to the other shoulder, kissing there as I slide your strap down, licking along your arm as the strap slides down. I lean in and kiss you some more as I reach around and undo your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Kissing back down your neck, I kiss and lick down your chest, in between your beautiful breasts. Squeezing them together, I begin licking your beautiful nipples, licking and sucking each one. Nibbling on them gently, I feel you sigh, and then moan as I suck your left one deep into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Then I nibble on it gently...then just a little bit harder, then on to the other one, sucking it, licking it, nibbling it over and over. Feeling your run your hands through my hair as my mouth makes love to your breasts.

I reach down and begin undoing your jeans. Unfastening them, I slide them down off of you, along with your panties. You undo mine as well and slide them off me. You see my cock is already rock hard. You take it in your hands and stroke it gently as we kiss some more. I guide you onto the bed where you sit on the edge and then lean back. I kneel down with your legs on my shoulders. I begin kissing along the inside of your left thigh, licking it, kissing it, nibbling it up and down, back and forth. Then I move to the other thigh, licking it and kissing it all over. Moving back up toward your body, I see the moistness in your soft pussy as I kiss toward it. 

Your legs still on my shoulders, I slide my tongue into your beautiful pussy. It tastes so good. I feel your juices burst into my mouth as I lick it up and down, sliding it between your lips...licking up and down, faster, then slower, moving my head back and forth as my tongue fucks your sweet pussy. Feeling and tasting you getting wetter and wetter, my tongue finds your clit and licks it up and down, all around. I suck your clit into my mouth, licking it and sucking it at the same time. Nibbling on it gently, flicking it and sucking it. I feel your body tense and your moans get louder as you wrap your legs around my head pulling me closer into you. Moving up and down and all around, my tongue and mouth licks, kisses and makes love to your pussy...feeling your whole body shake, and hearing you moan, so beautiful and so sweet, all of you.

I stand up and lean over you kissing you deeply. You grab my cock and stroke it. I am so hard for you; every inch of me is throbbing for you, throbbing at your touch. You look into my eyes with a smirk as I begin sliding my cock into you. I feel your pussy caress my cock as it slides perfectly inside you. I'm standing up, with your feet up on my shoulders; You're on the edge of the bed with me inside you. 

I start working my hips, moving my cock in and out of you, slowly at first. I see your eyes roll back into your head as you say my name. I begin to pick up the pace, holding your thighs against me as I move in and out, faster and faster, as I grow harder and harder inside of you. You arch your back and moan louder and louder as I make love to you. Sliding my cock, in and out of you, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. The curve in my cock hitting places you never knew you had. You reach up and hold onto my hands as I work faster and faster and faster yet. My cock hard and throbbing...as I get harder and harder. Unable to hold it anymore, it explodes deep inside of you. You let out a scream as my warm juice fills you up as I keep working in and out of you, slowing the pace as your pussy milks each drop from me. 

I stand over you for a moment. Then you sit up and we kiss, more softly and gently this time. I hold you close to me. You look up and me and smile.

"Wow!" you say, "That was amazing."

"Yes it was," I agree.

"But," you begin, "I think we need a shower..." 



First Meeting



As I waited for the bath to finish running, I ran through everything in my mind once more to be sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

Nothing sprang to mind thankfully, I was already very nervous. Turning the bath off I slipped under the water and tried to relax. Jess was in the city for some conference or other, she had told me but it was lost in the fact she was going to be close and wanted to meet up. 

Jess and I have never met in person but with the amount of time we had spent talking online and on the phone it felt like we had known each other for a lifetime. Yes I know it's a cliché but that's just the way it was with us. Jess was smart, funny, beautiful. The more I thought about it the more nervous I got. What if she didn't like me in person, what if she did. Our relationship had started out just chatting but had slowly gone from harmless flirts to something more. Jess was married I knew but I knew more about her than even her husband. I knew so much about her hopes, dreams and desires it was scary. Things had gotten steamy with us on several occasions over the phone. 

Shaking the water off my head as I sat up, I decided I should stopping thinking about what if she didn't like me in person and start getting ready for our date. I finished washing and stepped out the bath, looking down at my freshly shaven crotch. 

"Well she said she preferred clean shaven"

After getting dressed in a simple pair of jeans and shirt, I headed to the bar where we had agreed to meet.

Come 7pm I was sitting in the bar trying to stay calm when the phone beeped with a text message.

'Going to be 10 mins late, something's taking longer than planned. Sorry xx'

I checked the clock, wishing she wasn't going to be late I was already nervous enough but at least she wasn't cancelling. I ordered a drink and headed over to a vacant booth and sat looking out the window. I was still staring out the window when I heard a soft cough.

"Sorry I am late"

Standing there grinning was Jess, her green eyes sparkling. I nearly tripped over my own feet standing up to give her a hug and a kiss.

"Don't worry about it, shit happens. Just glad you came"

She sat and smiled at me throughout dinner, I was mesmerised by her eyes. A bomb could have gone off and I would barely have noticed. We had finished our food and were sipping our drinks when I decided I had to know.

"So what do you think of me now you have met me in person?"

Jess just grinned at me with a sparkle in her eyes and I felt her foot brush the top of my thigh. 

"I think you promised me a massage if I ever made up here."

I couldn't help myself I burst out laughing, my nerves totally gone. I leaned over the table and kissed her softly. 

"About time you did that mr" she laughed. 

We headed over to her hotel, stopping only for another kiss. We got to the hotel and went straight to the lift. As we were standing there waiting for the lift I let my hands wander over her bum, squeezing it. Jess smacked my hand away and raised her eyebrows. 

"Sorry, couldn't help myself I murmured its just so cute"

The lift doors closed and Jess pressed up against me and crushed my lips with hers. I was running my fingers through her hair as we the lift arrived at the 7th floor. Taking out her key, she unlocked the door and pulled me inside. I pulled her towards me and started to kiss her neck, knowing how much she liked that. She squirmed away from me.

"Naughty, I have something for you first." She pulled her top off, and dropped her jeans to reveal the silky blue teddy she was wearing

"you like?" she asked as she twirled around showing off her ample assets.

"Wow, just wow. You know I do." I stepped closer and crushed her body to mine "Can't you tell?" I asked cheekily.

Her hands yanked at my belt, and unzipped my jeans. She rubbed my cock through my boxers. Then she slipped her hand inside and gripped my cock and stroked it.

"You shaved, oh my god, you're shaved"

"Well you said you liked it that way, and I figured just in case"

That was enough talking for both of us, we tore the rest of my clothes off and lay on the bed kissing and stroking each other's bodies. I reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the teddy, it was soaking. Pulling it to the side I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and teased her slowly. Pulling it out to run it in circles over her clit. I brought the finger to my mouth and sucked her juices from it. She pushed me over onto my back and stood up and stepped out of her teddy and knelt one leg either side of my head and lowered herself to my waiting mouth, I spread her lips and tongued her soaking pussy with pleasure, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit eliciting moans from here. She had her hands cupping her breasts squeezing them and tweaking her nipples as she ground her hips onto my mouth.

"Don't stop, just don't stop" she blurted out breathlessly 

I had no intention of stopping, my tongue was flicking over her clit, she looked down at me between her legs and closed her eyes as I could feel her pussy tighten as I tried to to push my tongue in deeper. My face was covered in her juices as she got off my face and lay next to me and kissed me softly. Tasting herself on my lips. Several minutes later she sat up on an elbow and looked at me.

"So about that massage"



First Meeting



She had never felt like this before. What was wrong with her? Ellianna thought about all of this as she paced back and forth behind the register at the clothing store. She had been working at the same mens clothing store for over 3 years and never in all her time there had she wanted a customer like she wanted him. Sure, she thought about taking men into the storage room and having her way with them but that were just fantasy. This was different. Just looking at this man made her wet. He was the kind of man who knew what he had how he looked and knew how to use all of it against women. He was dressed in full white. The sharp contrast made his skin look a midnight black. Ellianna pictured that startling color on his entire body. She could tell from the way that the suit fit that he had a toned chest and flat stomach. She suddenly had an image of her kissing her way down that chest, starting at his neck making sure to kiss both nipples then down that flat stomach to..... She had to get that out of her mind. She went into the back room to grab order forms and to clear her head. When she came out of the back room she saw that he was waiting at the counter. Ellianna looked around hoping the other cashier was around. Seeing that she was not Ellianna went to help the man herself. 

"Hi my name is Ellianna, is there something that I can help you with?" she put her number into the register and looked up at the customer. She was met with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She felt herself fall onto those eyes. 

"Ellianna?" she shook her head. What was she doing? She broke eye contact to see that he had put a suit set on the counter. She felt a blush creep up her face.

"I'm so sorry. Would you like me to ring that up for you?" what has gotten into her today? She had never spaced out like that. She looked up again this time avoiding his eyes and saw that he was smiling. She was dazzled. 

"No I need to know whether this came in a darker color and if you had any in stock. I'm sorry for prying but are you okay? You look a little flushed." the smile fell off his face and he looked at Ellianna with real concern. She looked at the counter so that she wouldn't look in his eyes. He knew that he had a strong affect on women and even some men but never had he seen someone react this way. He could tell from her composure that she was wet and just that was enough for his beast to come to the surface. He turned from the counter so that she couldn't see his inner battle. 

Ellianna didn't know if she had said something or what but she suddenly felt him tense and when she lifted her head he had turned from her. She wanted to go to him but curbed the reflex. She didn't even know this man. Why was she so in-tune to his feelings? She had to get away from him. As she looked up the suit in the computer the other employee came out of the back room fixing her hair and dress. Ellianna made a note to talk to her about having sex with the stock men at work. What she did on her own time wasn't any of Ellianna's business but she would not let her do that here. She found the information as she was thinking. 

"I'm very sorry but it seems that although we do indeed sell a darker shade of that suit we don't have any in stock right now. Would you like me to call and notify you when we get it in?" the man seemed to think about it for a moment before answering.

"No thank you. I will be in soon enough. Just put it on hold for me." He turned to walk out the door. Ellianna had to yell to get him to turn back around.

"I need your name. Please."

"My name is ale- Aron. My name is Aron." 

"OK.... Aron they should be here in 2 to 3 days. Thank you for coming in and you have a nice day." She felt like such an idiot as he walked out the door. Christina came over and started make excuses to why it took her so long in the back room. Ellianna wasn't in the mood for her shit today. 

She told the other employee not to do it again and went to file the forms she had grabbed earlier. As she walked into the store room Ellianna turned and locked the door behind her and thinking that she was just very horny began to finger herself. She slipped her hand under her skirt and past the lace of her thong to her pussy. As she began to play with her clit the door behind her opened. She froze. Oh god what if it's my boss? Ellianna pulled her hand away from her pussy instantly missing the heat of it and turned to face her intruder. It was the man that was in the store earlier. She was stuck. She couldn't leave. He was between her and the door and if she got anywhere near him she was going to jump him right then and there. What was wrong with her? They just stared at each other and then it occurred to her that he wasn't suppose to be here. 

"I am sorry sir but you can't be back here" he smiled then. He looked at her wet hand and then at her pussy. 

"I am sorry but I thought you invited me." he walked over to Ellianna then and kissed her deeply. She automatically slid her arms around his neck. She tried to get her body to pull away but soon she didn't care. Ellianna melted into him just like he knew she would. the one thing that he didn't expect was that he couldn't let her go. His other self called to him. He had to release her but couldn't make his arms move. His beast cried for her just as his body did. He closed them both out and pulled his arms to his side. When he finally pulled back she could barely breathe. "but if want me to leave I will." With that he turned and walked out. Ellianna didn't know what to do. Her lips still burned from the heat of his kiss. No one had ever kissed her like that. It was like he wanted to eat her soul. Ellianna went through the rest of her shift thinking about her mystery man, of their kiss and of the dark hunger she saw in his black eyes.

As she got into her car to go home she tried to think of anything else to keep her mind straight but by the time she was home she had seeped through her panties. She was so hot and wet that she didn't even bother to get her toy out of the nightstand next to her bed and just fingered herself. Like in the storage room all her thoughts where centered on the man from the store. She rubbed her clit furiously she felt her orgasm building and worked herself harder. She forced three fingers into her hole and as her vision blurred she saw her mystery man standing in her door way. She tried to stop herself but it was too late. She came right in front of her mystery man. When she was finished she collapsed back onto her bad and looked up to see what the man had thought but there was no one there. Too tired to wonder any more about it Ellianna drifted off to sleep. 

She was having the best dream ever. Her mystery man was leaning over her kissing her neck and shoulders. She felt him nip at her neck and a gasp came out of her mouth. He kissed his way down to her breasts. He blew on the left nipple until it was erect then slowly took it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. Ellianna moaned in pleasure. It felt so good. Replacing his mouth with his hand he moved his attention to the right nipple. Ellianna slipped her hands into his coarse black hair, and arched her back to give him better access. Satisfied with that he kissed his way down her stomach. She felt her womb clench as he got closer to her. She could almost feel his breath on her and then he was gone. She woke up trembling from her dream. There had to be something wrong with her. She looked over at the time. Shit she was going to be late. 

...

Alex fell against the side of the building. He couldn't believe how close he had come to taking that poor girl's soul. Even now standing in the cold he had to struggle with his beast. He had never had this problem. Sure he had taken peoples souls before but it had always been bad people and he was always in control. It was different with Ellianna. His beast became stronger when she was around. Alex took a deep breath and forced it out slowly. He knew he was better than this. He had been alive for close to 500 years. He would control himself. Behind Alex something stirred. He had to feed and then he had to go home.



First Meeting



The time is late, probably around midnight or so. The summer night has been kind do you as you walk through the park with not a soul around. The full moon gives you just enough light to find your way. As instructed by your master, whom you've never met, you await my arrival by the largest tree in the park, a large oak with plenty of smaller trees around it. As I instructed, you wait dressed in a long black coat and knee high black boots.

You stand with your back to the world as you examine the old tree. Before you realize what's happened, you find yourself pressed against the bark. I keep you pressed as I lean in to smell your hair; clean, straight, just the way I love it. Your breath quickens, your heart beats faster. My mouth waters as the sweet smell of your warm flesh fills my nose.

I spin you around to stare into your beautiful eyes. This is the fist time we've seen each other in person after years of online communication.

"Hello Master," you whisper to me.

"Hello my slave," I reply, stroking your face. "I have much planned for you tonight.

"Like what?"

"You'll see," I say with a smile. "But for now, you are not allowed to touch me."

I push you against the tree and rip your coat open. I like what I see. You're wearing a red bra and matching red thong as well as black stocking under your boots. I press my body against yours and gently bit and suck your neck. You lift up your leg and wrap it around me. I cup your ass as I kiss your lips ever so lightly, ever so teasingly. You kiss me back, slightly harder, wanting me more and more with each passing second.

You feel my bulge pressing against your moistening pussy. I grab your throat and stare into your eyes again. I kiss you hard and bite your lower lip. Your breath quickens as I get more vicious. I bite your neck harder as I squeeze your breasts hard, turning them red. You softly moan as the pleasurable pain. Just as you are truly getting into my workings, I clamp my hand over your mouth.

I press my finger against your lips. As we wait, a couple joyfully walks by us, completely unaware of the obvious scandal. They stop and talk for a few minutes, gazing up at the night sky. I keep myself pressed against you. In case they do see us, they won't see what you're wearing. Eventually they move on, much to our happiness.

I continue where I left off. I rub your erect nipples through your bra and lick your warm breasts. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around your neck and keep you pressed against the tree. With my other hand, I feel down the rest of your body, running my fingers gently over your stomach, and into your thong.

I lightly tease your clit while I begin to suck on your neck again. You dig your nails into the bark of the tree. Then all of a sudden, I stop. You look at me with wanting eyes. I reach into my coat and pull out a rope. I tie your hands together as you stare at me. I loop the rope around a tree branch and pull until your arms are suspended above your head. Once your arms are secure, I being the real work. 

I draw a knife from my pocket and cut your bra off. Your breasts fall out, plump and round. I pull one of them into my mouth and suck on your nipple hard. Without the help of the knife, I remove your thong by simply tearing it from your body. I rub your clit with two of my fingers, making you moan out in ecstasy. Your juices drip all over my fingers, making my cock harder and harder. I pull them out and shove them both in your mouth, making you suck your juices from my fingers.

I then turn you around so that your face is facing the tree. I rub your beautiful, ripe ass, then smack it as hard as I can. You yelp out in pleasure and giggle a little bit.

"You've been bad, haven't you?"

"Yessss," you moan.

"Have you been bad?!" I yell at you.

"I've been so bad, Master!"

"Count, slut," I command to you as I smack your ass harder.

"One, Master..."

"I can't hear you!" I yell as I smack you again.

"Two, Master!... Three, Master!"

This continues all the way up to fifteen. By that time, your ass is a bright red that seems to glow in the darkness around us. You breathe hard and pant for the stinging sensation on your ass. I grab one of your tits from behind and squeeze hard. With my other hand I reach between your legs and rub your clit again. I turn you back around and get on my knees.

I throw both of your legs over my shoulders and gently lick the insides of your thighs before lightly licking your pussy. Your legs squeeze around my head as I shove my tongue deeper into your dripping cunt. I lick harder and faster, knowing that you're close. Right when I feel you about to burst, I stop and pull away from you. I see the desire spread across your face, obvious as the moon on this warm night.

I stand up and look you in your eyes as I unzip my pants and let loose my throbbing erection. I pick your legs up and slowly slide my cock into you. You take in quick, sharp breathes as my huge cock stretches your tight little pussy out. Once I get it, I slowly start to pump in and out. I grab your ass hard and start to speed up.

You moan in my ear as I go faster and harder. I start to thrust into you as hard as I can, slamming your body against the tree. I fuck you harder and harder, breathing heavily as I do. Your tits swing back and forth as I plow into you. I feel myself getting ready to climax. I dig my nails into your ass and bite into your neck as it comes. My cock explodes deep in your pussy, filling you up with my hot semen. I pull out of you and let your legs rest. As I watch, my cum seeps out of your pussy.

I untie your hands and let you fall to the ground. Not wanting the momentum to be interrupted, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you forward. Instinctively you open your mouth and take my entire cock down your throat. I don't hesitate or start slow this time. Your wrap your lips around my dick and suck as hard as you can. You gag and nearly vomit as my cock touches the back of your throat. I moan loudly as you suck me off harder and faster.

I fuck your face harder and faster as you suck more and more. I smack your face to make you suck harder. Just as you do, I cum hard. My hot semen spills down your throat. As I pull out, it seeps out of your mouth and on your tits. You moan and try to catch your breath. But before you can, I pull you up by your hair and press you against the tree again.

I pick you up by your leg and shove my cock in your pussy. You wrap your arms around my neck to keep yourself levitated. I skip the slow stuff and immediately start pounding into you. I slam my cock in you harder and faster, slamming your body against the tree. You do everything in your power to stop yourself from screaming out in pleasure. I drop your legs and turn you around so that you are slightly bent forward. I then slide my dick in you once more and start pounding you.

"What's going on over here!" a demanding voice calls.

Before we can stop, the light of a police officer flashes upon us. I pull out of you and put my cock away.

"Say nothing," I command you.

I walk over to the man and pull him away. As you watch, we spend a few minutes talking. After about five or so minutes, we walk back over to you.

"Officer Reed is going to be kind enough to allow us to leave," I tell you. "On one condition. You show him how much of a slut you are."

In the darkness, it is hard to make out his form, but from what you can tell, Officer Reed is a tall, strapping gentleman. He moves over to the tree as I pull you away from it. He unzips his pants and lets lose his member. Nearly as long as mine and just as thick. His thoughts of you have already made him stiff and prepared. He sits down at the base of the tree and waits.

"Go ahead, my slave," I whisper to you. Without hesitation you get on your hands and knees and crawl over to him. You wrap your hand around his cock and slide your tongue up and down, licking around the head when you reach the top. You go down on him as deep as you can and suck as hard as you can. As you do, I move up behind you and start to finger your pussy, making it nice and juicy again.

I shove two of my fingers in your dripping hole, playing with our clit as I do so. You moan out as I pleasure you. The vibrations from your throat throw Officer Reed into ecstasy. He begins moaning as well. I go down and start to lick your pussy again, making you moan louder. Once I feel you are satisfied, I spread your ass and slide my cock in you once again. I fuck you at a medium pace, savoring the warmth of your cunt. You moan as I start to pump harder and faster, squeezing your ass hard. I reach up and grab your tits as I start to bang you harder. You scream with the Officer's dick in your mouth and start to suck harder and faster. The Officer grabs the tree behind him as you drive him to the brink of orgasm. You grunts as he cums in your mouth. There is so much of it that you choke and have no choice but to spit it out. The Officer move out of the way to rest and once again it is just you and I.

I pull out of you and roll you over onto your back. I spread your legs and resume fucking my slave. I bend down and kiss and bite your neck. You wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight. I grab your tits and kiss you deeply as I start to fuck you harder and harder. I sit up and put your legs in the air and continue the job. I watch your tits bounce back and forth with the rhythm of our love making. You scream out in pleasure and I bang you. I grab your tits just as I climax, filling your delicious little pussy with my cum.

I instantly pull out and dive between your legs once again. I lick your clit and your pussy, making you arch your back. I grab your legs and eat you out until you cum once more. Once you do, your body relaxes. I watch you breathe hard, tired and worn out. You beautiful body is enchanting. I realize I cannot let you return home. In your exhausted state, I pick you up in my arms, then carry you away into the dark of the night, leaving the unconscious Officer in our wake.



First Meeting (At The Airport)



This is my first attempt at an online story, feedback is welcome, that is the only way this can improve. I plan for this to be a series, so if this isn't enough kink or excitement... it WILL build up in subsequent stories.

Story inspired by my love Mary... a woman who is likely my sexual equal, and I can't wait to feel our bodies entangled for real... 

*

I can't believe I am finally landing... I have been awaiting this day for almost four years... four years of emails, phone calls, texts (ok ok.. sexts), pic messages, videos, kinky evenings home alone controlled and consumed with hours of fun. As the plane taxis to the terminal I am filled with nervous excitement, feel like my eyes are seeing visions that don't exist I am so excited. My eyes are wide open and all I can do is picture her... imagine her.. there.. smiling.. greeting me for the first time face to face. Never in my life have I met someone who has seen EVERY inch of my body before ever seeing me in person, so strange, so exciting, I reach down to unbuckle my seat and realize I am throbbing hard already just with those few thoughts.

A short background, to enhance the story... I met Mary almost four years ago, stumbled onto her on the Literotica forums, we found common ground outside of our horniness, and that seemed to enhance our EARLY desire for each other... we exchanged a few PMs and emails, and I decided to give her my number, and hope she would call, so we could play together on the phone. 

She called although she hid/blocked her number, it was AWESOME, and (if my memory is accurate) decided to go round 2 shortly after, and she called me again, this time forgetting to block her number!! OH YEAH!! after we played, and both came a second time I started texting her... talking dirty to her... enjoying every word in conversation with her. we fit.. we meshed, we could talk or text for hours and every word made me smile... made my cock twitch and throb, and made me want her more. 

This has continued... for years now. I love her, I crave her and I do not mean just lust, but I mean a full feeling of love, I enjoy talking to her about the mundane, of what drink she got from Starbucks today, to complaints about issues at her job, to our similar love of music... simply anything...

Now, with that background... back to the meeting... I exited the plane and my legs felt like I had just had a massive workout... like jelly... nerves... excitement... I looked around to spot her... I had only seen a few pictures of her face, but as I looked across the aisle in the terminal I saw her... it HAD to be her... she had this massive sexy smile... and I swear I felt her nervousness from where I stood, a good 30 feet from her. Mary was in her mid 30s, with a beautiful darker skin tone, dark eyes, smooth dark hair, ample chest in her small dress we agreed she would wear for our first meeting... and comfortable shoes, she seemed to be wriggling just standing there as I approached her. 

I am in my early 30s, Italian.. black hair, very short trimmed goatee and beard, hazel eyes, average build and strong, I was wearing a dress shirt, tie, and dress pants, as I knew she wanted to first see me in my work clothes. I walked up to her confident it was Mary... I came up to her, looked into her eyes, our bodies not 2 inches apart and our faces smiling as we stared into each other's eyes. I saw her inhale deeply, taking in my cologne as I was definitely invading her personal space, she smiled again... I swore I could smell not only her amazing sexy self... but almost a hint of pussy... a hint of a soaking wet, dripping, drenching needy pussy.

I moved first, I kissed her on her lips, wrapping one arm around her, the other one holding my carry on. Our lips parted, and the feeling and electricity was flowing more than I could have imagined... I swear I felt her pulse in her tongue as we molested each other through that kiss in the middle of the airport... after what seemed like an eternity I pulled away.. smiling a sloppy wet smile now.. "Hi" is all I could say... my eyes were saying I love you, I crave you, I am so excited to be here with you! All Mary did was grin back at me, seemingly with the same feelings expressed in her eyes. 

"Shall we?" I said, turning sideways, with my carry on in my left hand, and I grabbed her hand in my right hand... fingers interlocked as we walked away. I had no other baggage, so we proceeded to walk down to the rent-a-car desk. I had reserved a mid-size car and figured I'd get some later model car, of course I was right. But while we were standing at the counter, I let go of her hand and put my arm around her waist... constantly dropping it to cup her ass... again and again... teasing her.. I felt her slide her legs apart ever so slightly... that movement made my cock THROB and I looked her in the eyes... she pulled out the 'fuck me eyes' right away... 

All I knew is it was going to be HELL trying to not cum instantly the first time we got to be alone! I signed the documents, paid and we walked out to the car. I opened her door, and as she brushed beside me she gently grabbed my crotch and licked her lips.. I pulled her head to mine.. kissed her softly.... and let her sit down in the car, closing the door behind her, I tossed my bag in the backseat and got into the driver's seat. 

"I hope the hotel is close, because this thing isn't going to go away for awhile I'm sure!" I said as I tried to situate the seat belt over my obvious bulge. 

"Mmmmmm" Mary said... "Maybe we need to deal with that before the hotel...." "I am so excited you finally came to meet me, and I am ready for everything we had teased about!"

"fuck" is all I could mutter, and as I went to put the key into the ignition... Mary reached over and grabbed my cock.. I put the seat back a little bit... and stared into her eyes... "Really??" I said, smiling, and almost in disbelief as I had wanted this.. and her.... for so long.

"How many times have I told you.. I WANT YOUR COCK!" Mary said with a smile, knowing how dirty and filthy we have enjoyed our chats up until now. She simply undid the zipper on my pants, pulled out my cock... I situated myself as she pulled my heavy shaved balls out too... being careful to not let the zipper touch anything. I am no porn star.. probably a good 6.5", but quite thick.. shaved cock and balls, and I LOVE the feeling after a fresh shave... 

Mary wasted NO time.. she went slow but took every inch of me down her throat all at once... In my mind I had always envisioned this to feel amazing... but I sold it short.. Mary worshipped my cock... kissing, sucking it in and out, spit dripping down my balls, soaking my pants.. I didn't care, I couldn't think straight! I wanted to reciprocate so bad... wanted to touch her skin, every inch, but in this moment I froze, she paralyzed me with the most fantastic lip and tongue work ever. 

She moaned and made me vibrate, she licked and sucked my balls in and out of her mouth, over and over again... she got me close.. then quit... teasing me.. "What a fucking cock tease!" I told her.. she deep throated me as I said it and moaned on my cock. From our talks I knew she wanted to experience everything with me and I wanted to experience everything with her... We have very few limits, and were open to so many things. I knew she wanted to be treated like a cock slut, a little whore doing whatever I made her. I thought now was a good time to see if she meant it... 

I took my hand, grabbed a handful of her silky smooth dark hair, and PUSHED HARD down, forcing her full deep down on my cock... she struggled at first, then relaxed, moaning and gagging as I face fucked her from the driver's seat. "Mmmm yes Mary, be my cock whore, you have wanted it so long I know!" We talked dirty all the time, these words felt natural, she knew I loved her, she knew that she could share every bit of herself with me, and vice versa. That level of trust and desire is rare and so spectacular!.. She kept gagging as I fucked her throat... 

I felt my balls tighten... cock throbbed and thickened, closing off her throat. Mary was about to choke and tried to pull up, she evidently got a small gasp of air and didn't fight my probing cock right then. "OH FUCK!... HERE I CUM.. OMG MARY!!!! OH FUCK YOU FEEL SOOO GOOD ON MY COCK!!" I screamed as I came... so much cum... SO hard... So far down her throat, or so I thought... She pulled off... and crawled up my body... right to my lips.. kissing me. A cum-filled sloppy kiss.. Simply amazing.. so kinky.. we shared my cum back and forth...licking each other's mouth from the inside... I couldn't believe that my first of many orgasms had happened....

Finally I couldn't help myself.. "God I love you Mary... you are sex, perfected!" and kissed her again on the lips... 

"Think you can hold off til the hotel now baby?" Mary said... I simply sighed... nodded... and began to think about what I would do to her as soon as we were alone in the hotel...

The End... 

Next up... The Hotel 



First Meeting at the Beach



The sun's golden orange rays slipped slowly lower in the western sky, throwing the occasional long shadows from the tall Jamaican palms further down the long, curved beach. The heat of the day faded slowly as the calypso band's steel drums started their magical tropical beat from the other direction, closer to the bar and the cabanas.

Sitting up from my chaise, I look back over my shoulder, looking expectantly for my you, my lover, to return from your quick dip in the light surf and a brief trip to the bar for two more of the immense glasses of fruity strawberry frozen daiquiris that the bar was famous for.

I see your familiar shape, swaying gently in a languid, feminine, graceful stride. A sarong covers your lower body, concealing your bikini bottoms. My white button-down shirt covers your bikini top.

"Karin, You look radiant in the island sunset!"

You blush, and smile, your eyes twinkling. "Thank you." you say. "I've looked forward to this vacation with you for many weeks."

I smile, and run my hand gently across your cheek, and kiss you lightly on the forehead, mumbling excitedly that I'd been looking forward to it as well.

You offer me one of the fruity concoction sand sit down next to me. We exchange some small talk to cover our mutual anxiety about what the evening and the rest of the weekend would entail….would it be a success, would we have the spark, would it end in passion?

As we drink the daiquiris, we relax; and the conversation flows. My fingers find yours, and we intertwine our hands. The sun sinks lower and the band plays its catchy melodies a touch louder. I catch your eyes, and hold them, the intensity building. The spark flows, and you feel the heat starting to work its way down from the butterflies in your stomach, radiating outward and downward between your legs. I concentrate on you, working to seduce with my eyes; I too, feel the butterflies and the subtle warmth slowly engorging my organs.

As the sun sinks low, I gently raise your hand to my mouth and caress you fingers with my tongue. Seeing you lean your face back in please as the last rays of the day wash over your striking face, I stand and draw you upwards. Still holding the delicious strawberry drinks, I lead you tenderly away from the hotel and down towards the secluded are of the beach.

The sounds of the surf mix with the calypso as we near the waves. I motion you to sit near the water, then sit behind you, my legs spread. The warm breeze moves your hair gently against my bare chest as I carefully balance my drink in the sand.

Admiring the classical curves of your neck and shoulders, I lean forward and drop my hands to your waist. Caught slightly off guard, you place your drink in the sand, and then slowly relax a little, leaning back against my chest.

I lean down to kiss the top of your head, murmuring "Karin, my sweet Karin." You lean back against me, enjoying the feel of my strength as I kiss you hair…moving down to the nape of your neck. My lips caress the nape, working slowly around to the soft skin on the side of your throat. You sigh, and draw a sharp breath as I draw your lovely skin into my mouth and suck gently, allowing my tongue to glide and caress.

I move my lips slowly towards your ear. You can feel my breath coming quicker, the heat working on your throat in concert with the heat building between your legs. I nibble at your earlobe, while sliding my hands along your sides. My fingertips caress the sides of your breasts over the shirt knotted just below your waist, showing your bare midriff.

Your breathing is becoming ragged. You press your bottom into me, feeling my swell pressing into your back, as I kiss my way to your warm, red lips. Still behind you, I gently turn your head sideways and upward so I can taste the warmth and sensual softness… A cool mix of strawberry and rum and beautiful woman.

Our tongues touch. Electricity passes! Your eyes open momentarily at the rush of energy before you lean back to enjoy the tango; the tender, erotic dance that our tongues enjoy.

As the kiss deepens, my hands cup your breasts, and then slide slowly down to undo the knot of holding your shirt closed. Our kisses grow in intensity as I slide the shirt slowly off of your left shoulder, and then your right. It falls into my lap as my fingers touch the bare skin of your shoulders for the first time!

I lean back as I massage your shoulders, and then your back. Your head is back in pleasure. My fingers work in small circles over your back, shoulders, and your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. I lean in again to gently kiss and lick your shoulders as my hands stray to the clasp on the back of your bikini.

I whisper in your ear as I release the clasp, releasing your marvelous, womanly breasts from their restraints, free to be touched and caressed by my warm fingers. My tongue licks your earlobe gently as my fingers move forward to caress your breasts and your nipples, hardening swiftly in the in the warm evening air. 

"Mmmm, Karin, this is exactly what I've dreamed of. You, on the beach, with me, under the stars…"

I kiss my way to your cheek as you turn your head towards mine to kiss me with increased passion, your breasts warming and swelling at my touch…..

The kiss continues as our tongues glide over each other. My hands stray lower. I feel the warm, moist heat radiating out of your being as I reach slit in your sarong. Lifting gently, I slide it above your hips, never breaking the passion of the kiss. Still behind you, I stroke your pubic mound over your bikini bottoms, feeling the growing wetness. My hand descends lower, tracing the outlines of your lips before caressing the insides of your thighs. 

I shiver with excitement. You moan my name gently, "Matt, please, touch me, feel me, kiss me." I slide your bikini off, pausing briefly to undo the clasp of the sarong. I kneel in front of you, pulling you towards me. You feel me, erect inside my bathing suit, throbbing lightly, and delicately feel my cock through the smooth fabric. As I kiss you, I murmur, "Not yet, your pleasure isn't complete." Reaching down, I gently remove your hand, and gaze at your now nude body under the stars.

I whisper in your ear, "Karin, you are so beautiful that my heart aches."

I lean into you as my passion rises. My kisses burn a trail down your throat. "I need to taste you, to take your nipples in my mouth." My lips capture the object of my fantasies. Your nipple grows erect, hard and firm at the touch of my tongue. I suck with a greedy need, my fingers tracing a path down your lower lips…firm and swollen, dripping with fluid. As I suck, I squeeze your lips together, feeling the nectar drip out over my fingers. I run my fingers up and down the slit. Your flesh fills my mouth, your nipple a delightful candy to be savored. My tongue begins a rhythmic stroking motion, matching the pace of my fingers, running up and down, and then slowly in and out. 

Your muscles clutch at my fingers, your breasts swollen with desire. "I don't think I can…I can stay sitting up!" you gasp. "My legs are weak!"

I rise slowly, still working you with my fingers, and kiss you. "Let me lay you down here on the beach, on your sarong. I want to take you here, NOW!" Your eyes widen in anticipation as I lay you back onto the sand, the sarong positioned under your buttocks. I drink in the intoxicating power of your nakedness.

Your eyes are wide, your hips thrust, needing stimulation. Still kneeling, I notice a very delicious, but slowly strawberry daquiri still upright in the sand. My eyes glint. I smile. 

"Karin, lover. It would be a shame to let this wonderful drink melt… Would you mind?" 

Perplexed, you watch me pick up a glass and kneel next to you again.

I dip my strong fingers into the slowly melting beverage, and gently place a dollop on your nipple. You gasp at the cold and the shock of the sensation. I bend over you, and lick and suck the sweet, strawberry substance off of your now achingly erect nipple. The sensations drive you wild. You wiggle and thrash as the hot feel of my tongue replaces the cold of the daquiri. Seeing your reaction, I take another dollop and gently trace a path of the sweet concoction down to just above your clitoris. You writhe at the cold, moaning "yes, lick it, lick it all the way down, lick me!"

I slowly taste my way down….your navel….your mound. Your hips come up as I come ever closer to the heart of your womanhood…..

Finally, the trail is clean. Your legs are spread. I'm lying between your thighs. I look deeply into your eyes, making sure you're ready before I give my tongue to you. My excitement is at a fever pitch. I can contain myself no longer.

I lower my head and slide my tongue between your swollen lips. I lick and suck and prod…your lips, your clit, deep inside. My hands stray to your nipples and then down your sides to reach beneath you. I pull your hips to me, closer to my devouring, hungry, darting tongue. You moan and twist, trying to escape the pleasure radiating out from your center. Eyes clenched, you know only the pleasure, your vision a blur of colors reflecting the sensations of my tongue working inside you.

Your arousal rises inside, knotting and swelling as my tongue flicks faster. You can no longer contain your pleasure. With a shriek and a final gasp, the wave of orgasm overcomes you. Your back arches, the sweat on your forehead turns cold, and your being convulses in wave after wave of please as my tongue works inside you……..

Epilogue:

As you come back to me, I lay beside you and hold you tight; whispering in your ear, stroking your hair, content in your pleasure. You smile in the afterglow as we become drowsy. 

With a hint of mischief in my eye, I say softly to you, "Karin, you gorgeous, rapturous, beautiful woman…you're all sticky. When you're ready, let me take you down in the surf and rinse you off, and we'll make love in the shallows, under the stars, under dawn!



First Meeting: Bound



The air stirred around me as I lay naked on the bed. I felt the soft cotton of the sheets against my naked body, my nipples were tight from both arousal and the chill in the air. I felt the racing of my heart, heard the pumping of my blood in my ears. 

The blindfold was tight against my face, my eyes closed beneath it. I shivered and felt the little tingles as goose bumps rose across my flesh. You were close, so close. 

There was a breath, the puff of warm, moist air across my nipple and I bit my tongue not to cry out. 

"Do you trust me my pet?"

The words were spoken softly against the tight flesh of my breast.

I swallowed, my mind racing, my legs shifting on the bed as moisture leaked between them. I could smell my own arousal and blushed. 

"Yes Master." I knew I sounded timid, knew you wouldn't allow that and held my body tight waiting for the punishment. None came and I opened my eyes beneath the blindfold. 

The darkness made my heart beat pound faster. I had said the wrong thing, hadn't given the right response. My fear was too real and you knew. I had failed and I wanted to cry with the shame. 

"Please. I'm sorry Master. Please." 

"Why are you sorry My Pet?" You emphasized the last two words, letting me know you still considered me yours, soothing my fear. 

"I...I...I'm afraid Master."

"Why pet?"

I swallowed past the dryness of my throat, my tongue moistening my lips as I thought how to put into words what I am feeling. This was the first time Master had tied me up. The first test of our new relationship and I was scared. Scared of failing, of trusting, of appearing weak and in the smallest part of my mind, the place where my mother still spoke to me, I was afraid of allowing a man to have that much control over me. 

She was reading headlines to me about victims who went willingly with their captors. And a strange, forbidden part of my mind liked that fear, liked the uncertainty. 

I was afraid of how you would view a woman who allowed a man such control over her body. Was I that girl? The one men only used and never loved? The needy woman who let a man do whatever he wanted to her just to feel like she had worth? God, I couldn't shut my mind off and a tear ran hot down my cheek. I didn't want you to think of me that way. I wanted you to be proud of my trust in you, in myself, in US. 

"I am afraid of how you will see me Master?" I finally articulated. 

I flinched as your hand cupped my cheek, but turned instantly into the touch. I kept my hands above my head as you had instructed, fighting the need to reach for you. 

"And how will I see you My pet? As the woman who gave herself completely to me? A strong, capable woman who knows that her body and mind need a strong man to control her, to guide her, to cherish the gift she gives him?"

I swallowed and tried again to express my fear. "As a slut Master."

I could feel you shaking your head, knew had I been able to see you would be looking down at me with such compassion and a touch of anger. "You are a slut MY Pet. You are MY Slutty little Pet."

The strike to my breast had me gasping. The flash of pain waking my senses even more. 

"Now, MY Pet, are you ready?"

"YES." The word was stronger, more confident. I was yours, I trusted and though there was a little fear, it was only the kind that added to the excitement of where you were guiding me. 

The nylon rope slipped around my wrists, overlapping three times as you tied the two together and then stretched them over my head and connected me to the head board. I tugged just a little bit and felt the lack of give in the ropes. 

The lap of your tongue caused me to jump as you kissed and licked the inside of my left ankle. I felt the ropes wrap around my ankle as you pulled it wide and attached it to the bedpost. When you gripped the right ankle I bit my tongue and tensed. Your thumb stroked the inside of my ankle, soothing the sensitive skin until you felt me relax. You didn't speak, only waited for my trust to let my body accept your instructions. My leg loosened and you moved it wide, attaching it to the right bedpost.

I was wide open, my body stretched on the top of the sheet and open for your use and viewing. Your fingers trailed up the outside of my right leg, over my hip and to my breast. You cupped the weight, lifting it and running your thumb over the hard nipple. 

"My pet is cold....hmmm." Your mouth surrounded the hard peak with heat as you drew me deep into your mouth suckling strongly. "We can't have that." You released the nipple with a pop and I felt your weight leave the bed. My ears strained to hear what was happening as I focus on your footsteps. 

I feel the rush of warm air as the vent above the bed pushed out hot air against my chilled flesh and I smile. 

"Thank you Master."

I don't hear your footsteps approaching the bed as I strain to hear what is happening. I turn my head in the direction I think you have gone and listen harder. The sound of a zipper opening fills the silence and I shiver, remembering the crop you had used on me earlier. What else have you brought with you?

The wetness between my legs is chilled by the flow of air against it. I try to close my thighs and can't. I whimper. 

"Master."

Still you don't speak and my senses spike, heightening to try and figure out what you are doing. My nipples are tight peaks, the right, still wet from your mouth feels the brush of the air against it. 

The footsteps move closer to the bed and I feel your hand on my stomach, soothing me. 

"Shhhh....pet. You are safe."

The low sound of your voice is all that I need to relax again, to feel safe again. Your hand is hot where it circles on my stomach, your fingers large and strong, the palm dry against my skin. That dryness soothes me even more. It is a symbol of your faith in yourself and in me. 

You remove your hand from my body and I wait, holding my breath to see what is next. Behind the blindfold my eyes are closed tight as I focus all my other senses. 

A finger dips between my legs, sliding through the wetness, down to my tight anus and back up to my clit. You leave the finger there, pushing against me. I want to slam my legs closed on your hand, want to grind against that finger but the bindings won't allow it. I whimper and you chuckle. 

Oh...god. This is the sadist in you again testing me. 

Your hand moves away and I feel the hard, rapid slaps of fingers against my inner thighs. I hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and feel the burn of my skin as it heats and reddens for you. 

"Mmmm...very good my pet."

I whimper and tense. Fighting the bonds but you don't let up. Instead you alternate, every third strike hits my open pussy directly. I can't think of anything else. The fears have left me and my total focus is on you. 

"Master....Master." I pant the title out, straining against the bonds. 

"Yes my Pet?" There is a lilt to your voice, as savage glee in the words as you strike me harder, changing the rhythm to something truly random. I twist my head back and forth on the bed, my hips pushing into the mattress as I try to avoid the strikes of your hand. 

"Please...please...I can't take any more, it hurts."

The chuckle rakes across my body as I feel the bed shift, feel the heat of you over my body. 

"Yes you can Pet. Do you know why?"

I can barely think. Spread wide for your torment. My pussy and thighs are stinging as continue the torment. I gasp, moan, and jerk to make it stop. As I feel your breath get closer to my nipple I wince, not sure what to expect. I have never felt such pain for such a steady amount of time. Suddenly a finger slides deep into my wet pussy at the exact moment your lips close over my nipple, biting down hard. I scream and convulse in an orgasm. The pleasure pain tightens every muscle in my body and I arch up against you. 

Your finger pumps inside me, and I feel you add a second as you slowly work my pussy. 

"Did I give you permission to cum my pet?"

I shake my head NO and sob out loud. I know I messed up. You had instructed me before I came to you about what parts of my life you would control. Cumming without permission was never allowed. I wasn't sure I could handle any more pain and I knew it was coming. 

Your teeth clamped down on my left nipple and you shook your head, worrying the peak and sending streaks of pain through my body down to my pussy as it clasped tight to your fingers. 

You withdrew them from my quivering sex and I heard the sounds of your lips closing over them. I imagined you licking my taste from your fingers. The reprieve from the pain was welcome, but I knew it was short lived as I waited. Every muscle, every sense was focused totally and completely on you. 

"Such a good slut you are." 

I blushed with pleasure at the words. I craved pleasing you like I had never known I could crave something.

"Do you trust your Master now slut?"

"Yes...Yes... I trust you Master." I marveled at how strong my voice sounded, despite the breathy quality as my body recovered its composure. I felt you shift, felt you move up the bed and then, the weight of your body rested against mine. The hard, heavy weight of your thick cock nestled against my stinging thighs. The scratch of the hairs on your legs tormented the burning flesh and I wanted to flinch away from the contact. I arched my back, pushing my lower body deeper into the mattress. 

Your hand struck across my cheek. A slap, stinging the flesh and I gasped loudly. 

"Stay still slut." 

I froze. Holding my breath against the pain of your body touching my sensitive flesh. You lifted your hips away and I had only a moment to feel the relief before your cock head slipped between the wet folds of my sex and pushed deep in one hard fast movement. Like last night, there was a burning pain at the entry and I whimpered, my hands pulling at the bonds. 

You rested your weight against me and waited till I stilled. 

I took in great gulps of air, unsure what was coming next. My body clasping and releasing against your cock as it filled me. I waited, but you seemed to be giving me time to adjust to the width and length of you buried inside me. 

"I am going to fuck my slut this time. Do you understand my pet?"

I nodded, not sure but knowing I was willing. 

"Yes...good girl. You may cum as many times as you can my slutty pet." 

I nodded in relief. My body still too new to be disciplined enough to hold back with you inside me. The new level of pain may prevent my cumming but I had my doubts. 

I felt your hands move beside me, felt you lift up between my legs, the pull of your cock leaving my tight sex as you rose above me. I moaned at the loss of the fullness. 

You slammed your hips back down, slapping your sex hard against mine and driving your cock deep inside. It hurt, it hurt deep inside where the hard head pummeled against me. The time you had given my body to adjust to you allowed you to move faster, harder within me. Each thrust was like a slap and a penetration at the same time. I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, didn't care as you took me harder, faster. I heard you grunting, moaning above me. Felt the sweat as you worked yourself into my body. Knew you were watching my face, could see the winces with the deepest penetrations. I knew that excited you and took all you offered. Your fingers closed around my nipples and you squeezed, and I clamped down on your cock causing us both to groan.

"Next time I have my cock buried in this tight pussy I am going to have such pretty clamps on these nipples my slut." 

I clamped harder, knew I gushed around your cock as an orgasm flashed through my body. I arched as the added liquid allowed you to move above me even faster. 

You sat back and really went to work between my spread legs. Your cock shuttled in and out of my pussy, your hips slapping the stinging flesh and your fingers dug deep into, my thighs. 

"Fuck toy... that's what you are right now. My little fuck toy. Tell me what you are....tell me." You slapped my stomach with your hand and I whimpered.

"I'm your fuck toy Master...your slutty cock whore." I moaned and took what you offered. There was no end to the pleasure pain you were giving my body. When I adjusted to one sensation you added another. Slapping my breasts, my stomach, reaching down and slapping my legs, anywhere you could reach as you kept that big fat cock inside my body. Bruising me with the relentless pounding as you used my splayed body for your pleasure. 

When your thumb landed on my exposed clit I lost my mind. My body bucked and writhed, pulling at the bindings as I came in a violent orgasm that clamped every muscle of my body tight. You moaned and cried out then I felt the hot jets of your climax spilling into me. You stroked hard and deep two more times before you lay against me. Your hands stroking and soothing as you left me bound and pulled from my body. I felt you leave the bed and whimpered, wanting you close, holding me as I came down from such an extreme high. You returned shortly, and I felt a cool, soothing cloth against my sex. My hips bucked in protest and you soothed me with a touch on my stomach. 

"Shhh....let Master take care of his pet." 

I stilled and allowed you to run the rough fabric over my frayed and sensitive flesh. I wanted to weep with the feelings, the pain and rawness hurting as you wiped away the evidence of our coupling. 

I felt you shift again. Expected the bonds to come undone and you to release me, but you didn't. You soothed your hand against my face and brushed back the hair. You kissed along my neck and shhsshed me. 

"Calm down baby. Just breathe in and out. Master is going to leave you tied up, and you are going to trust me to take care of you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Master." I swallowed my breathing still not normal. I felt a cloth against my face, wiping away the tears and sweat. 

"You did good my pet for your first time being bound." 

I blushed and turned my head towards you. You cupped my face and kissed me gently on the forehead. 

"Thank You Master." I sighed in contentment, snuggling into your hand and feeling such utter contentment as I had never known. I belonged. Finally.