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Meeting M

By: rakastuja



Author's note: M is a lesbian girl - a bit butch. I had some kind of sex-relationship with her in the beginning of last year. I wrote this short story recently in one go just before meeting her again. I was surprised by the tone myself. All feedback and comments are very welcome.

My thanks to Captain Midnight for comments and encouragement.

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Door opens. I walk in. Door closes behind me. I turn to face her. I look at her. She looks so boyish with very short hair. She puts her hands around me and draws me closer. She is taller. She is stronger. I tilt my head backwards and our lips meet. A soft moist kiss.

She pulls me tighter and we kiss more passionately. I have my hands around her. Her hand travels along my back up to my neck and brushes my hairline. Then it continues bit up, fingers running through my hair. She closes her hand grabbing my hair. Not hard, but tugging a bit uncomfortable way still - like manifesting her possessive attitude towards me.

I feel her gently pressing me downwards. I obey. Coming here in first place is almost like a submission in itself. I move to kiss her neck. I nuzzle gently her breasts through t-shirt and I bite lightly her nipple through cloth. Then I sink lower.

I raise her shirt a bit to reveal her tummy and brush it lightly with my nose. She changes her hold of my hair to light petting. She brings her other hand to her own breast. She likes this setting. She likes to concentrate on her own enjoyment.

She wears loose linen pants. I unbutton them and they drop down. Reaching forward I slowly brush edges of her panties with my lips but she is in hurry today. She wants direct attention, getting fast to the point - allowing no teasing from my side.

I pull her panties down too. Her sex is right before my face. Her pose and atmosphere is demanding. She doesn't shave. Her hairy bush looks concealing. I can smell her. She is impatient. Controlling, governing hand on my head changes from petting to pressing. It guides me closer.

I bury my nose in her pubic hair. I feel my upper lip meeting her clitoris. I reach my tongue out to wetness behind it. She sighs like expressing relief and tilts hers hips to better angle. Her hand stays holding my head, not going back to petting. My tongue draws her wetness and spreads it on her clit. She breathes audibly.

For a moment she likes what I do, letting me use my tongue and lips to please her. But for her this is more like foreplay. She likes to own me. She likes to have me. She likes to fuck me. To use me.

She leans against wall and spreads her legs a bit more. I feel hand pressing my head a bit lower. I try to bend to lower position and continue what I did with my face buried even deeper. My nose rubs against her clit. She loves it. She loves to have me still and rub herself against me.

She moans as she gyrates her hip, grinding herself against my face. Unlike many others she don't have troubles taking pleasure and enjoying it totally.

I forgot myself momentarily just being happy for being good to her. Then she pushes my head off her and looks down on me. I look up and our eyes meet. She has slightly amused, blissful look on her face. She brushes a bit of wetness on my nose away with her hand and leans down to kiss me. Only a short kiss.

She turns around bending over legs spread. She looks lovely from behind, much more feminine. I like that look. I kiss all around her butt and circle a bit before moving to lick her from behind. My tongue sinks deep in her pussy but eventually, without needing any request from her, I move up to lick her anus. She loves the positioning in this. She loves the idea of having me kneeling behind her and licking her asshole.

I don't mind. I'm not ashamed or repulsed. Later on she will joke about, later on she will make me embarrassed of all this but now I dont care. She is fresh and clean. I do it to please her. I bring my hand on her pussy and wet my fingers to gently massage her clit. She rocks herself gently back and fort again enjoying more position where she does the fucking. Position where she is in control.

Her hand reaches backwards and grabs my hair. She tugs in rhythm with her hip moves and my licking. She moans in a way that I leaves no doubt that she enjoys this setting. I feel she's closing orgasm. I slow down a bit despite her tightening grab. Tens seconds long fight over control. Momentarily I set the pace and she is just getting what I give. Then I give in as she demandingly pulls my head against her.

She gets orgasm. I feel her body tensing against my face, hands, tongue. I feel a rush, a sense of accomplishment. A feeling of success. Orgasm being a sign of acceptance to what I did. Her hand lets my hair go and she withdraws away from me. I sit on floor and air feels cool on my face - wet with saliva and her juices. She sinks on floor facing me.

We look each other as she lets her breathing even up. We smile.

She reaches over and hugs me. Soft kiss below right ear and some whispering. I rest my head on her shoulder and she softly pets my hair. Her finger traces from my neck, between my breasts down between my legs.

I'm so wet. I wish she would give me pleasure, an orgasm, but she just feels me down there. Just measures my arousal. I don't dare to move. I'm not like her wanting to rub myself against her. She has one finger in me but she keeps it just still. I stay frozen waiting for her move . She tells me to ask for it. I hesitate, but then ask. She nibbles my ear lobe. Not good enough. She wants me to beg it. This feels degrading. I let her wait even if she isn't the one in hurry anymore.

Finally I give up another short fight over control. I ask meekly. I beg. She smiles happily and gives me a slow, but deep, kiss. She pushes me lying on the floor. She positions herself to sit between my legs and starts to finger me.

She's not really a person to give long caressing or teasing. She just comes and penetrates me with her fingers. I'm more than ready for it already. She pushes two fingers in and places her thumb on my clit. I almost pass out from the feeling.

She curls her fingers upwards and I come with a loud moan.

I lie totally limp. She lies down too between my legs using my lower abdomen as a pillow. She paints circles on my thigh with wet fingers.

Air feels cold on sweaty skin and floor becomes uncomfortable. We get up and go to bed. We lie there side by side for a moment before she starts tickling me. I tickle back. She uses her strength to quit the tickling fight and climbs on my back while I lie on my stomach and proceeds to spank giggling me.

Shortly we lie again side by side and just watch the ceiling. After these kinds of moments I always end up wondering why we aren't really together. 

Meeting Maggie



Maggie and I met in one of those adult chat rooms. We exchanged pictures, and I immediately fell in love. She wasn’t a knockout, but she had a “girl-next-door” cuteness about her. Most importantly, I could tell from the shirt that she was wearing in her picture that she had really nice, big tits. I’m a breast guy, so after looking at the picture I was more than ready to cyber with the girl. After about an hour of online fun, we exchanged email addresses, IM screen names and phone numbers.

Maggie lives in Delaware and I live in Texas, but the long distance didn’t come between us and our internet and phone sex sessions. Not only was Maggie cute, but she had a voice that drove me crazy. By June 10, Maggie and I had been talking to each other for about 3 months. That was the day that she said that she wanted to meet me in person. She was out of school for the summer, and wanted to fly to Dallas to meet me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I offered to pay for her plane ticket, but she refused to let me. We made plans to meet that weekend.

I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around. I booked us into one of the best hotels in Dallas (a hotel way over my budget, by the way), and made reservations at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants. That Friday, I was at Gate 36 of DFW Airport with a half dozen roses. When I saw Maggie my heart skipped a beat. She was even prettier than she was in her picture. Her shoulder length black hair bounced as she walked. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with life and mischief, and her body…..Let’s just say that her picture did not do her justice. Her lithe, 19 year old body fit her perfectly, even though her C cup breasts look a little too large for her 5’2 frame. When she recognized me, she gave me a fierce hug. Being a foot taller than her, I had to bend down to kiss her on the lips. She was three years younger than me, but she seemed to have a maturity well beyond my years. Maggie was all woman.

“I was wondering what it would be like when we finally met,” she said as she took the offered flowers.

“Maggie, you’re even more beautiful than you are in your picture,” I managed to say while looking into her big, brown eyes.

“You are always so sweet to me,” she replied. 

She took my hand, and we walked to my car. She threw her carry-on bag (Which was her only piece of luggage. Apparently, she didn’t plan on wearing much on our weekend together) into the backseat, and we drove off into the humid Southern twilight. As I told Maggie about the restaurant that we were going to be having dinner at, I could see disappointment spread across her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to be disappointed by any aspect of our weekend.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Then she smiled wickedly as she looked at me. “I just thought we could skip dinner. What I’m really hungry for is you, Brad.”

I could feel my cock start to stir as I tried to keep myself from looking too overjoyed. I stared at Maggie. The smile stiff frozen on her face, she arched her eyebrows in a silent plea. She waited for me to say the words she wanted to hear.

“Shall we go straight to the hotel then?” I said with a grin.

She touched my right thigh, and her hand wandered near my growing cock. 

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that sounds like a better plan.”

We pulled into the hotel’s parking garage, and checked in at the front desk. After, we stepped into the elevator for our ride up to the fourth floor. Maggie wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me hard on the lips.

“Oh, my God, Brad, I’ve wanted to do this for so long now,” she whispered through shallow breaths. I started to kiss her neck as I ran my hands down the curves of her body. I could feel her bare ass through the material of her short, black skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. 

Just before I could run my hands up and underneath her skirt, the elevator reached the fourth floor. I led her to our room. We were like high school kids about to experience their first time. Maggie giggled excitedly as I fumbled with the room’s key card.


The door had barely closed when Maggie shoved me against the wall and kissed me again. This time, she unbuckled my belt while she kissed. I went back to where I left off in the elevator. My hands followed the inside curve of her thighs until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy. Maggie was already very wet, and she moaned as I started to tease her down there with my fingers. She had my rock hard cock in her hand by then and was slowly stroking it.

She flashed that same wicked smile that I had seen in my car. She slowly traced a finger along the hair at the center of my chest and stomach as she sank down to her knees. She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled over it as she started to slowly stroke the shaft. I leaned back against the wall and moaned for more as Maggie expertly sucked me off. Her lips enveloped me inch by inch as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her nose brushed against my pubic hair as she deep throated me like a pro. She moved back up to the tip, and then swallowed me again and again. Every time, more and more saliva ran down my shaft. My balls ached. Maggie stroked and sucked harder and faster. I was ready to shoot my load, and I warned her.

She let my throbbing dick slide from her mouth as she unbuttoned her white, silk blouse. Her beautiful C cups were held in place by a lacey, black bra.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” she said. “I know you like to pretend to do it when we talk online.”

I smiled and nodded. She enveloped my shaft with her mouth again and finished the job for me. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled myself from Maggie’s mouth and aimed my cock for her bra clad mammories. She squeezed them together and cooed in anticipation. I held my cock in my fist and stroked once…twice. 

My hot, wet sticky load landed with a splat between Maggie’s magnificent cleavage. I shot two more loads, coating Maggie’s tits, bra and chest. She took my cock into her mouth again and greedily sucked out the last, lingering drops of my seed.

“Mmmm,” she said while she smiled up at me. “Now, that was much better than any dinner would have been.” 

I startled Maggie by picking her up in my arms. I walked over to the bed, and she squealed with delight as I threw her down onto it. She started to wriggle out of her skirt as I pulled the remainder of my clothes off as fast as I could. She dropped her skirt onto the floor, and I got my first glimpse of her perfectly shaved snatch. She reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The lacey, cum soaked material slid away from her chest to reveal her very ample breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and she moaned softly as her hands lightly brushed against them.

As I surveyed the curves of Maggie’s body, my cock began to grow again. By the time my face was between her legs, I was completely erect. My tongue licked her cunt from top to bottom. She was already wet, and I savored the taste of her sweet juices.

“Yeauuuuhhhh,” she tried to speak, but her words came out as a moan as I started to flick my tongue across her swollen clit.

“Oh…… God….uhhhh. Oh YES,” she stammered. “Eat my pussy, Brad. Just like that, baby.” I sucked her clit into my mouth sucking for all I was worth. I wanted to do for her what she had done for me. Maggie had her legs draped over my shoulders, and she began to grind her cunt against my face as I brought her closer and closer to where she wanted to be. Her hips pushed forward as an explosion of her juices hit me in the face. She sighed heavily as her orgasm subsided. My tongue lapped up the cum that did not coat my face. She sighed dreamily as I licked her clean.

My cock was still hard as a rock. I climbed up onto the bed with Maggie and straddled her; my cock dangling inches from her hot pussy.

“Maggie,” I said, “you always make me so hard. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“What are you going to do to me, baby?” she asked with a smile. “Tell me what you’re going to do, bad boy.”

My cock ached to be inside of her. I probably wouldn’t last for more than a few seconds before cumming. I prayed that I wouldn’t disappoint her.

“I’m going to shove my hard cock inside of you, and pound your pussy until I fill you up with my seed.”

Maggie’s eyes gleamed in anticipation and a wide grim spread across her face. “Fuck me baby. Give it to me hard.”

Never being one to break a promise to a woman, I shoved my cock inside of her, spreading her pussy lips wide. Maggie wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her soft, tight ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her. I started slowly, then faster and harder. With each thrust, all 8 rock solid inches of my dick entered her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight, and it held onto my manhood like a vice. Maggie moaned as her sharp fingernails dug into the flesh on my back. She screamed as I plunged into her again and again. 

“You like this, don’t you,” I asked. “You love having a hot hard cock pound the hell out of your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh…uhhh..Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Brad. I’m going to cum…any seco..uhhhh! Any second.”

Maggie bucked underneath me, and I felt her juices flood her cunt. Her nails dug into me as she came. Her pussy still held onto me tight, and my balls ached to release their load. I had lasted much longer than I thought I would. With a groan, my hot, wet load filled Maggie’s pussy and mixed with her own juices. I groaned as my seed shot from my cock like bullets.

I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me. Her pussy continued to hold on tightly to my now wilting cock. I stared into Maggie’s big, brown eyes. She smiled up at me as she grabbed my face and pulled down to hers. She hungrily kissed me. We both moaned as our tongues teased each other. I looked into her eyes again and smiled at her.

“You were right,” I said. “That WAS better than any dinner would have been.”



Meeting Maggie



I was at an upscale hotel, one of the major chains, with a couple of male friends in the bar, having a few drinks. The bar was not crowded, mostly business men, and a few couples.

It was nearly eight when this neatly dressed woman in her forties ambled into the bar. My friends and I all took note of her, she looked around, noticed us, and several other tables of men. She was not dressed like a hooker, but, her outfit was attractive, and very appealing. A blue skirt that feel just above her knees, and was nicely form fitting, a blouse that was not quite white, but not tan, sort of antique white, I guess. She wore a pair of high heels, and black hose, but I was unable to tell if they were hose or pantyhose.

The waitress took her order, and headed to the bar, as did Greg, my friend. He returned and told us he had made arrangements with the bartender for the lady's tab to be put on our bill.

The waitress delivered the glass of wine, and pointed to our table, indicating we had taken care of her order. She mouthed thank you and sipped her white wine, not really facing us, but in a position that we could see her profile without difficulty.

She ordered a second glass of wine after about ten minutes, I thought she might not acknowledge us, or she might be a bar tease. Wrong, after the second glass of wine was served, she picked it up and walked directly over to our table.

"Thank you for the wine, gentlemen. I wouldn't normally accept drinks from strangers, but you guys seem polite enough." She began.

"Please sit down, my dear," I replied, "my name is Fred, this is Greg, and Dave."

"And my name is Maggie, and thank you." We had stood for her when she had approached our table, and she now was moving into the chair next to me. I pulled out the chair, and made a practiced move of my hand moving down her back to the chair backrest, and noticed she was wearing a bra. 

For the next fifteen minutes we all made small talk about business, the weather, and a little about current politics, though we did not dwell on the politics. We found out Maggie lived in a small town an hour away or so, and she was in the city to do some shopping. She had decided to stop for a glass of wine, and a quick dinner, and this was the nicest place on her way home. She was married, and her kids were now grown and out of the house, hubby worked as a marketing consultant, and traveled a great deal. We ordered another round of drinks and continued our conversation.

"I had better watch how much I drink, I do have a long drive home." Maggie commented at one point. 

A few minutes later she said she needed to powder her nose, and we, being gentlemen rose as she left for the ladies room. One of the other guys we knew came over to the table and inquired about Maggie, wondering what the rest of the evening might lead too. The three of us said, and honestly, that we were not sure, that she was definitely not a hooker, she was married, and did have her rings on, and that she was heading home. 

The other guy left as she approached her chair, I had not even seen her come in the door, and was a bit surprised. But, my trained hand did take great note in the fact that there was no longer a brassiere strap across her back. Things were definitely improving, I thought, and definitely for the better.

I now made another move, one that had me fumbling for something in my pants pocket, the pocket next to Maggie. In doing so I did feel her upper thigh, lightly and for just long enough to note she was wearing elastic topped hose. This was becoming more interesting by the moment.

I was on her right, the wrong side for attempting any peak down her blouse, and I was not about to blatantly say something to Greg, who sat across from me. But then I noticed his roving eyes, and his glances her way, obviously he was getting some small glimpses of her cleavage.

I made another comment about political correctness in books and writing, and gently placed my hand on my left knee, and slowly eased my leg against hers. She did not flinch or move, so I very gently touched her knee with my fingers, for a long moment, then retreated. Greg made a comment about films and videos, obviously opening the door for further comment and a move toward discussion of porn flicks, one of our mutual interests.

After another touch of her shapely thigh, I noticed Greg gently patting and moving his hand up and down her left arm. Then he moved his fingers towards her breast. I knew she was not a very busty woman, maybe a b cup, but overall she was nicely shaped and pretty, not gorgeous, but pretty. I could tell that Greg got a little feel of her left breast because of the way her blouse moved and a small reaction from her, she was noticeably not upset by his bold move.

I put my hand on her knee, and just left it there this time, and slowly and tenderly massaged her right knee. Again, she was not upset by my move, so I slid my hand a bit further up the top of her thigh, still gently fondling her leg.

I watched her face for any reaction to our sexual advances, but she remained quite unphased. I moved my right hand to her right arm, and slid my fingers closer to her right breast, my fingers made their move, touching her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. She did make a small move, her breathing became a bit quicker and a little deeper.

I began to wonder if she was interested in one of us, or the three of us, only time would tell, and our sexual advances. I did move my right hand back to her arm, but made another advance up her right thigh.

"Well, this is a very interesting conversation, my dear, just what do you think of adult movies, since you appear to be upset with the violent action flicks Hollywood is churning out now." Dave said abruptly, but rather on track, since this is where we wanted the conversation to be heading.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Some of the material is a bit gratuitous, while other videos can be interesting to watch." Maggie replied.

"Well which genre is your favorite." Dave retorted.

"My secret, hon, maybe I'll tell you later." She deftly replied, in a coy, but sultry tone.

"Later, sweety." I added, squeezing her mid-thigh, and noticing a smile in the corners of her mouth.

"I think we need to order another round." Greg said, as I noticed his finger tips slowly toying with her left nipple, which was obviously stiff.

"No, I really don't need to drink any more, sweety, I do have a long drive, and it is getting late." Maggie replied.

"It is getting late, and we would like to get to know you a bit better, Maggie. Would you be interested in a nightcap back up in our room?" I daringly asked her, kneading her thigh, and watching her eyes as I spoke.

"But, I really don't know you guys, and I do need to get home." She answered.

"So, is your loving hubby waiting at home for his hot little wife to get home?" Greg asked, obviously running the back of his fingers on the under side of her left breast.

"No, he won't be home until sometime Saturday." She replied. "and he won't be worried about me until then."

Okay, I thought, two whole days until she really had to get home, so maybe we could get her to party for a couple of days. This could be very interesting, very interesting.

"Well, Maggie, why don't we go up to our room, have a little wine, and chat a little longer?" I again squeezed her mid-thigh a bit more knowingly.

"Well," she said slowly, "I guess another wine won't hurt, and you gentlemen seem to be just that, respectable gentlemen."

So the four of us rose and headed for the elevators. As we did I walked next to Maggie, putting my arm around her waist. I noticed Dave made a motion to Phil and the other Greg for them to meet us in the suite in a few minutes.

My hand easily slipped down to her hot little ass as we walked, enjoying the swaying of her nice ass cheeks. Again, I was pleased to note she made no effort to move my hand off of her swinging ass. As we stepped into the elevator I continued to massage her ass, as I then watched as Dave moved closer his right hand reaching up and cupping her left breast as his face met hers and their lips met.

By the time the elevator reached the tenth floor, Dave had her blouse open and her tits bared, his fingers toying with her nipples. She had a really sexy set of tits, and I hoped we would be able to have a chance to fuck them before the party was over.

"mmm, nice kisser, but we hardly know each other, honey." She said as she and Dave parted lips as the doors opened.

With out a flinch, or any attempt to close her blouse the four of us walked down the hall, opened the door and entered our suite. She then turned to me, reaching up, she took my head in her hands and stood on her tip toes to French me. I could see Greg moving up behind her, I could not see his hands, but she moaned, so I assumed he was pulling her skirt up, and playing with her ass.

"boy, you guys sure don't give a girl a chance. You haven't even poured me that glass of wine you promised." She pushed her pelvis against me, grinding her hips to mine.

"Do you really need another glass of wine, before we begin fucking you, my dear?" I asked pointedly, my dick getting hard as we continued our dry humping.

"Do I need another glass of wine, right now, not really, but I am looking forward to the rest of the night with you gentlemen, I mean studs." She replied hotly as we now kissed once more. Greg had removed her skirt by now, and was attempting to pull her blouse off as we moved further into the room, and of course closer to the bed. I noticed Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, and keenly watching our movement.

Greg moved away for a moment, and began stripping his shirt and slacks as Dave now began playing with her ass and kissing her nicely shaped ass cheeks. I turned her to Dave as I began removing my clothes she was now naked except for her hose and heels, and Dave was lavishing her tits, especially her hard nipples with licks, sucks and kisses. Greg now returned, and was again behind her, his cock pointing into her ass crack.

"Mmm, this is nice, I AM getting hot, fellas." She said as she stood cupping her tits for Dave to suck on. "And, I know we will be much better acquainted, very soon."

"Mmm, you sure are hot, a horny slut." Dave commented, his fingers now sliding out of Maggie's hot slit, sniffing his fingers.

"Why don't you bend over now, slut. I want you to suck my cock, till I get hard, then you can sit on it so I can fuck your hot cunt." Dave said as he pulled her head down towards his growing cock.

"Mmm, nice cock, honey." Maggie commented as she held his cock in her small hand, her head now inches from his cock, and getting closer. She opened her mouth and the wanton woman readily took his cock between her lips.

Maggie moaned in happiness as Greg now moved in behind her and slowly drove his cock into her wet cunt. Greg held her hips as he pistoned in and out of her cunt.

"Gawd, you have a hot cunt, slut, really great fuck!" Greg said as he continued sliding in and out of her. 

I heard a light tapping on the door and went to let in the other guys. I opened the door and let the other two guys into our little party.

"Oh, yes, suck my cock you fuckin' cunt!" Dave bellowed as his cock moved in and out of the hot slut's mouth. "Oh, shit, cunt, I'm gonna shoot. Drink my cum, you fuckin' cock whore!" 

I watched as Maggie swallowed his load, her neck moving as she swallowed. A moment later Greg slammed into her once more, I could tell he dumped his load deep in her as he groaned in ecstasy.

"On all fours, cunt, time to get some fresh cock, doggie style." The second Greg commented as he moved in behind our hot slut, pushing her onto the bed, and moved in behind her. His cock easily sliding into her hot, sloppy cunt as she groaned in pleasure. 

Phil laid on his back, and moved to a point under her as she was being fucked, so his cock was aimed at her hot face. She avariciously took his big cock in her mouth and began bouncing her head up and down as she devoured his cock. Less than five minutes later she was rewarded with two more loads of hot cum in her holes. Maggie easily swallowed Phil's load, and loved it when Greg dumped his load in her cunt.

Maggie rolled over, legs spread, showing her hot cream pie for us to stare at. She was one hot female, and we were having one helluva time using her.

"mmm, that was fun fellas, who is ready to use me again?" Maggie said understatedly. "I need more cock to suck and fuck."

"You are one hot, fuckin' slut, Maggie." Phil commented as he stroked her left tit.

Well that is how we met one of the hottest sluts I have ever had the pleasure knowing. But there is more, more about this hot red headed slut, who loves to fuck and suck. So, stay tuned for her next adventure with us, her unholy sexual adventures the next day. 



Meeting Malcolm Pt. 01



My name is Laura and I'm 19 years old. For the last year and a half I worked part time at a high end men's shoe store in the local shopping plaza. I really enjoyed working there. Over time I had developed some regular clients that I knew by name. Usually they were mature men who oozed professionalism and stature. 

We had a dress code that my manager established. It was less about wearing a certain type of clothing or color combination. This dress code was entirely arbitrary and she (my manager) would just suggest alterations to my ensemble routinely until I figured it out.

Basically, we had to wear skirts or dresses only and they should never pass the knee. Our blouse selection should be firm fitting, yet classy. The longer I worked there, the more I realized why. Men liked to look down our tops when we were fitting shoes. They liked it, they bought expensive shoes and they kept coming back for more.

Some men were pretty casual about eyeing me up, but others were quite blatant. All I really thought about was my commission to be honest. So if showing a bit of cleavage helped my sales, what could it hurt?

Small talk was a big part of it as well. Mostly it was them talking about me and my interests so it was pretty easy to do. Some pushed the limits about whether I was single, or liked older guys etc. I always responded friendly with a smile telling them I was taken.

My boyfriend Jake worked in the mall as well. The back alley used to transport refuse and receive stock to the stores was shared by both our stores. He was 20 and worked in sporting goods store. When he took the garbage out, he always stopped and asked if he could take ours as well. 

My boss was away on vacation for a week and I was working full time at the store. She told me an assistant manager would be coming to help me out at some point. I knew I could handle the workload and told her to enjoy her trip. The days would be long, but the commission should be awesome.

I was organizing the store for opening when I heard the familiar rap at the back door. Opening it, I saw Jake standing there. 

"You alone?"

"For now," I responded. "Someone will be by at some point to help me out."

"Good!" He pushed his way in the door and started kissing me.

Jake and I regularly had quickies in the back of the store when I worked alone. If the front was empty he would take me against the racks of shoes with my skirt or dress hiked up over my waste. Usually it ended with the chime of a client entering the store. Sometimes when he was close I would just call out that I would be a minute and let him finish.

As we kissed he ground himself against me. "I need you!"

I turned around and lifted my dress up for him. He immediately pulled my panties to the side and entered me. He fucked me quickly and shot his load on my ass so we wouldn't get caught. I enjoyed the danger element and it wasn't really about getting off for me.

Cleaning myself up I made my way to the store front to open the doors. A middle aged black man stood there with a peculiar look on his face. Unlocking the door I greeted him and he introduced himself to me.

"I'm Malcolm." He held his hand out to shake mine. "I'm here to help you out."

"Nice to meet you Malcolm, I'm Mel." Smiling as I shook his hand.

"I was standing there for ten minutes tapping on the glass." He chided. 

"Yes, sorry about that. I was in the washroom." 

"What do you say we get this store open?" his voice enthusiastic

We opened the doors and setup our signs and displays before returning to the cash area to chat and wait for clients.

Malcolm was tall and slender. He was dressed in a casual suit wearing the nicest shoes our store offered in my opinion. 

"Nice shoes!" I pointed down at them.

"Yes, thank goodness for the discount. Right?" He smiled broadly. His pearl white teeth were perfect and he carried himself with an unsettling confidence.

"Just so you know I will be in and out so we can work a schedule. I'm looking after two stores." 

"Not a problem" I craned my neck up to smile at him.

The day was extremely typical. Jake came over and fucked me, I sold shoes and men ogled me. Somewhat surprisingly, Malcolm also took every opportunity to brush against me or look down my top as well.

The next morning I opened the store alone. Lunch rolled around and there was still no sign of Malcolm. I was starving when Jake walked in asking I wanted to go for lunch. Torn about what to do with the store I quickly made a sign that said "back in 5 minutes", and posted it on the door after closing and locking it.

We hit the foot court and I raced back to the store to find it open and Malcolm was assisting a customer. He didn't make eye contact or greet me; he just helped the customer and cashed them out. 

Once the customer left, he turned to me. "What were you thinking when you closed the store?" It was clearly rhetorical as he continued his lecture. "Losing business so you can go have lunch with your little boyfriend? I should fire you!" 

All my attempts to cut in were stymied until this point. 

"I was only gone 5 minutes. See?" I held my lunch up to show him. "I didn't know when you would be here."

"You should have just waited or sent your little boyfriend to get it for you." His voice was stern.

Walking to the back of the store I sat with tears in my eyes as I ate my lunch. Who was he to yell at me or threaten to fire me? The remainder of the day I was off my game and thoughts of being yelled at lingered until the store closed.

"Mel?" He asked as I locked the store front.

"Yeah?" I couldn't make eye contact.

"I'm sorry about being so harsh with you earlier. It was unwarranted." His voice seemed genuine.

"I take my business very serious Mel. I get passionate about it which makes us successful."

"Your business?" I inquired.

"Yes, that's my name on the sign out front." He smiled.

I was in shock. He really could have fired me. 

"I'm sorry I closed the door sir." I said meekly.

"Sir now? I'm still Malcolm, so let's put this behind us won't we?"

That night I told Jake about the reaction and who my helper actually was. He didn't like the idea that he yelled at me or made me cry, but his hands were tied.

The next morning I opened up and walked to the back of the store to grab some new stock when the infamous knock appeared.

"You can't be serious Jake?" I scolded.

"What? We'll be quick. I need that little pussy of yours. You know that." He explained.

"Later!" I said closing the door.

I turned around and Malcolm was standing there. "Does your boyfriend pop by often?"

"He usually grabs our garbage for us." I responded wondering how much he heard.

"He forgot the garbage." He pointed at the two bags from the previous night. 

"I didn't want you to get mad, so I told him no and I would do it later." 

"Ah okay," he said. "So what was the part about needing your pussy?"

My jaw dropped and I was speechless.

"You don't fuck in my store do you?" He asked. 

I prayed it was another rhetorical question but he stood waiting for a response. "Once we did." I blushed and a pit developed in my stomach.

"No more of that. Now get to work." He demanded.

The customer chime went off and I couldn't help but feel relieved as I rushed out.

Later in the afternoon he told me I would be working late after close and that we needed to have a meeting. I just smiled and carried on as the rock grew in my stomach.

I locked the store and Malcolm waited for me by the check out. I slowly made my way over finding ways to delay as long as possible by fixing the shoes.

"Let's get on with this Mel." He said. "I don't want to be all night."

"What would you about this situation if you were me Mel?" He starred in to my eyes.

"I don't know." Shrugging.

"Would you give yourself another chance or fire someone who does what you did?" 

I just shrugged again. "I don't know what you want me to say. It won't happen again."

"Stand up!" he commanded. 

I stood from the stool. Now I was eye level with him.

"Take your shirt off." He instructed.

"What? Uh" I stuttered frozen. Did I hear that right?

"I'm not going to ask you again Mel." His deep voice rose slightly. "Take it off or I will."

I unbuttoned my shirt disbelieving what I was doing.

"Faster Mel! I don't have all fucking day!" His scolding voice returned.

I put my shirt on the counter beside me. I stood there in my paisley skirt and my black push up bra.

"I tell you what I'm going to do Mel. You and I are going to have some fun. If you agree, I will not only let you keep your job, but you give you a raise and promotion to assistant manager." His big hand wrapped around mine. "Well?"

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"You are a grown woman Mel. You know what I want." He smiled as his hand rubbed the front of his dress pants. "I want you to make me cum. I want it right her in the store. You can pretend I'm that little boyfriend of yours."

He stood up towering over me. "Get on your knees."

I kneeled, still disbelieving what I was doing. He fumbled with his zipper and slid it down.

"Reach in and grab my cock." He patted the bulge in his pants.

I reached up slipping my hand in the front of his pants. His cock was right there and he wasn't wearing underwear. I clumsily pulled at it trying to pull his cock out, but he was no help. He just watched from above.

His cock stiffened in my hand as I tried my best to spin it around so I could pull it out. The stiffening just made my job a lot harder. Finally I put both hands on him and pulled him free from his trousers. 

His cock was semi erect as he stood there watching me. The skin was a dark ebony and covered part of his head. I stared in amazement at it. It was at least 8 inches long and it wasn't hard yet. My fingers barely touched when I squeezed his girth.

He undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. "Better?"

His nuts were the size of golf balls and hung low. I grabbed his shaft and squeezed it with both hands.

"Mmm, good girl." He moaned loudly. "Open that little white mouth of yours."

I opened my mouth and he flopped his cock in to it. My hands held him steady as I began to lick the head like a lollipop. Swirling my tongue around his rapidly swelling head.

"Suck it bitch!" I was shocked but began to suck him deeper.

His big hand grabbed a big handful of my hair. "Get your hands off it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."

He began guiding my head and thrusting himself deeper in to my mouth. His cock pounded at my throat causing me to gag. His cock stiffened more with every gag. My eyes watered as he plunged himself in and out of my wet mouth.

"Mm, yes good girl. I'm gonna give you a big load of my nigger cum baby." His other hand grabbed a handful of hair and his thrust increased probing me deeper. His cock head pounded in to the opening of my throat. All my gasping for air and gagging did not stop his pace until his cock exploded.

His cum shot the back of my throat, some was swallowed and some blasted out the sides of my mouth and dripped on to my tits and bra. He slowly released his grip on my hair and pulled his cock from me.

"Mm, good girl. You will do so much better with practice baby." His hand caressed my hair. "I bet lots of customers want to have what I got Mel. That long red hair of yours and tight little body mm mm mm."

"I will see you tomorrow." He handed me my shirt.

Cleaning myself up in the washroom, I did my best to fix my makeup and splashed water on my puffy eyes. I gave up on all the cum that had landed on my tits and just rubbed it in. His load was huge and a big mess to clean up.

I spent the night thinking about Malcolm and surprised myself when I realized I was playing with my pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if he would fit in me or how it would feel. I was sure of one thing though, Malcolm would want more and I was open to it.



Meeting Malcolm Pt. 02



The next day, I found myself awake earlier than usual and eager to get to work. 

I jumped in the shower and shaved myself to perfection in case Malcolm wanted more. I spent more time than usual on my bald pussy and once again found myself rubbing it. Grabbing the shower nozzle I used it to bring myself to orgasm, before continuing my cleaning.

I picked out a blue dress with a deep cut oval neck that plunged deep revealing my cleavage. With the help of a sexy push up bra, my 34B breasts popped out the tight opening of the neck line. I put some unworn stockings that Jake had bought me on and clipped them to my garter belt before sliding my panties on over top.

Arriving at work, the front was already unlocked. Malcolm greeted me casually like nothing had happened. "Good Morning Melanie."

I smiled and walked past him to put my lunch and purse away in the back.

"How was your night?" I asked when I realized he had followed me in to the back.

"I had a hard time sleeping." He replied with a lot of emphasis on the word hard.

His hands pulled my hips back in to him. I kept having the same dream about a slutty little red head.

"Oh that sounds terrible." I mocked.

His hand grabbed at my ass through the thin material of my dress. His hands traced the garter belt through my dress. "This is intriguing."

I felt his hot breath against my neck as he gently kissed my ear lobe. His hand slowly pulling my dress up. I put my head back on his shoulder offering him my neck. The hem of my dress was about to reveal my ass cheeks when the customer chimes went off.

"Hop to it" He said as he tapped my bottom.

Quickly fixing myself as I walked out to greet the customer. 

He was a regular and he made no bones about looking me up and down. "You look more gorgeous than usual Mel. Did you get all dressed up for me?"

"Oh of course Greg." I playfully slapped his elbow before heading to the back to get his size. 

Immediately upon entering the back of the store Malcolm walked up behind me and started kissing my neck again. I was slowly melting and certain my panties were already soaked.

I found the right shoes and made my back to the front. Malcolm never let me go until we were close to the entrance of the store front. 

After cashing Greg out, I made my way in to the back of the store. 

Malcolm walked out and said he would be back shortly. He had to check on another store.

Just before lunch, Malcolm returned.

"Now, where were we Mel?" Malcolm pulled me back to him. His cock was grinding against my ass. 

"You gonna be a good girl again tonight Mel?" He whispered in my ear causing electric shocks to my nipples.

I just looked at him with studying gaze. "Maybe, what do you have in mind?"

"I grabbed us a nice hotel room so we can get comfortable." His smiled widened.

The afternoon continued on and all I could think about was that Malcolm was going to take me. I had so many feelings racing through my body I couldn't keep them in check. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on work to distract myself. The store had never been so clean.

Malcolm walked to the front of the store and closed it at the end of the day. "You ready to get some dinner?"

I smiled, "Ooh a date!"

He took my hand and walked me out to his car. I'm not a car person, but I know it was a Cadillac and it was very nice inside. He put his hand on my thigh as we drove and lifted my dress until he could see my panties. "I was wondering if you were wearing those you naughty little thing."

When he pulled up to the hotel I looked over at him. "What happened to dinner?"

"You hungry now? I thought we could go after." He smiled. "What I want isn't served in any restaurant."

Taking my hand we went up to the hotel room. It was a modest business room with a single king bed in a separate room, a sitting area and small kitchenette with a table for two.

"Fancy!" I giggled.

He walked me to the couch in the sitting area and I sat down. Standing in front of me he unzipped his pants and pulled his dark black cock from its hiding place. "This is what you thought about all night isn't it Mel?"

I nodded, "YES!"

His cock was rock hard already and stuck straight out from him. I grabbed him with both hands and stroked him as I licked and sucked the fat head of his cock. His hips slowly rocked his cock in and out of my mouth. He appeared to be much more subdued today and wasn't trying to kill me with his cock.

I sucked him for a while before he took his pants and shirt off. He was beautiful. His dark skin, muscular frame and abs. He sat down and I kneeled over him on the couch while I sucked him. His hands pulled my dress up to my waste revealing my ass.

"Mmhmm, that's a fine white ass girl." His hand slapped my ass gently.

I kept sucking his cock and stroking him. This time I was going to do my best to not wear it all. His breathing began to labor and I sucked him deeper in my mouth. His fingers had my panties pulled aside and were furiously fucking me.

"I'm gonna cum!" He shouted for all to hear as his cock erupted. 

I moved my face clear and stroked him as his cock twitched and shot his seed up on his bare chest. Pulling his cock to my mouth I sucked the remaining cum from his cock.

"Ready for dinner now Mel?" He stood pulling his pants on.

"Yes, that was just what I need for an appetizer." I smiled wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Leave your panties here. You don't need those now." He smiled his most devious smile.

I slid them down my legs and left them on the coffee table as we went out for dinner. The restaurant was fancy and like most of these places, it was pretty dark. Malcolm made no secrets about pulling my dress up so he could play with my pussy while we waited for our meals.

He kissed my neck and ear before turning my face to him to take me with his tongue. His soaked fingers danced over my clit driving me insane.

"Cum for me!" He whispered in my ear.

I put my head back against his arm and orgasmed. He pressed his lips against mine to muffle me until it subsided. 

"Better?" He smiled.

"Much." I starred in to his devilish eyes.

After dinner we made our way back to the hotel. We were barely inside the room; he started kissing me and grabbing me through my dress. 

"We have to hurry." He panted.

"Why?" I inquired. 

"I have a quick meeting here in the hotel room. Then we can have some real fun." He squeezed my hand.

He slowly unzipped my dress kissing the flesh of my back as it appeared. Once fully unzipped, he let it fall to the floor. Stepping back he gazed at me. 

"Damn! That is way better than I ever imagined." He giggled as he moved quickly to me.

His fingers toyed with my pussy feeling how wet I was.

"Get on the bed." He took my hand and guided me to the room on the side.

"On your hands and knees." He instructed.

Walking behind me he moved my feet wider apart as he stood behind me. His cock touched my pussy lips as he stood there. "You ready for this cock my little fuck toy?"

"You have something right?" I reached under to feel his unprotected cock.

"Baby, no rubbers fit this big nigger cock. Aren't you on the pill?" He was blunt.

"I'm on the pill, but it doesn't protect against..." His cock plunged in to me.

I screamed out as his cock stretched and pushed deeper in to me. With his hands on my hips, he guided me to his rhythm as he pushed more in to me. I coughed as he proved deeper in to me.

"Oh fuck yes! My lil white slut has a nice tight lil pussy for me to use." He smacked my ass hard causing me to scream out.

"You like my big nigger cock in you, don't you slut?" He was fully back in his dominant mood.

"Yes"

"I can't hear you slut!" He smacked my ass again.

"YES," I screamed louder.

"Yes what Mel?"

"Yes I like your cock in me!" I was literally screaming now.

"You like my BIG NIGGER COCK fucking your little white pussy don't you?" He screamed out as he plunged in to me harder.

"YES! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK SIR!" I screamed with labored breath as he pounded me.

His balls slapped my clit as he pounded me until he was ready to cum. He buried himself deep in me before pulling it completely out and shooting it all over my ass hole and pussy. It felt like a cup of cum was running down my crack.

"You need to earn that big load in your Mel." He fingered my soaking wet pussy.

"You better get cleaned up; our guest will be coming soon."



Meeting Malcolm Pt. 03



After tidying up quickly I closed the bedroom door and met up with Malcolm. 

"Did you want me to leave for your meeting?" I asked.

"No baby, you are fine. I just need to pay a favor back." He tapped the couch beside him.

After about 15 minutes there was a knock at the door. Malcolm jumped up and answered it. I couldn't see who it was, but the voice was familiar enough.

Malcolm stood to the side opening the door. "You already know Greg right?"

One look at my shocked face and Greg responded, "It's okay Mel, I'm a friend of Malcolm's."

Greg came and sat down on the chair opposite the couch. "I have everything you asked for Malcolm."

Opening his back he brought out a bag of weed and a bong. 

"You're his dealer?" I laughed.

"Yup, you got me." Greg laughed. "Even dealers need nice shoes Mel."

Malcolm loaded up the bong, lit it and passed it to me. I wasn't really big on drugs, but I needed to relax. I inhaled deeply as instructed holding it as long as possible before coughing and hacking up a lung. Malcolm took a hit and handed it back to me.

I took another big breath of the pungent narcotic and held the bong out. Greg grabbed it and took a hit before setting it up again and handing it to me. I was already stoned beyond belief and lay back on the couch. Malcolm's big hand was on my thigh.

"My lil girl doesn't handle her weed so good." Malcolm laughed.

Leaning back in to the couch Malcolm kissed my neck and ear causing me to moan. His hand moved up my thigh pulling my dress up with it.

"Greg here really likes you Mel." He whispered. 

"We've been friends a long way back and I told him I would let him watch us."

I could only mutter one word, "What?"

Malcolm covered my mouth with his and his big hand parted my legs as he rubbed my exposed pussy.

"Let me see more!" Greg begged.

Malcolm lifted my leg over his exposing my pussy to Greg.

"Mmhmm, bald little pussy. Nice!" He said excitedly. "Have you fucked her yet?"

"Yup, just before you got here actually." Malcolm plunged his fingers in to me. "Don't worry I didn't cum in her and she cleaned up. Don't worry, no sloppy seconds for you."

My mind raced in its stoned state. Did I hear that right?

"Stand up baby!" Malcolm assisted me to my feet. 

Quickly unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor. He reached up and undid my bra causing my breasts to spill out while I stood there in disbelief. I sat back down and Greg was on my other side.

His hands squeezed at my upper thigh. "You are even sexier than I imagined."

Malcolm leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I told him he could fuck you Mel. He's gonna fuck my little slut for a while then I'm gonna join in." 

Greg began kissing my neck and squeezing my breast while Malcolm did the other side. It was like I had died and gone to heaven. I was so relaxed and the sensations of their warm mouths were overwhelming.

Greg gently pulled my head down to his crotch. His cock was rock hard and waiting for me when my mouth arrived. I opened up and took his cock in to me. He wasn't as long as Malcolm, but his cock was pretty thick.

Pulling the skin back I began sucking him while Malcolm pounded his fingers in to my pussy from behind. He repositioned himself and I felt his tongue pushing its way in to my ass. It felt amazing and I loved having that done to me. I was just not a fan of anal sex.

After getting my ass soaking wet he began with a single finger and slid it in and out of me while his other fingers pounded in to my soaking wet pussy. 

Greg's cock was solid and his hands pulled at my hair as he worked his cock deeper in to me. "You need to learn to take it down your throat Mel." His cock was pushing at the opening and I gagged. 

"Just relax baby, you can do this." Greg's voice was soothing. He held his cock at the back of my throat. Gently pushing until I felt the head enter my throat. The angle was all wrong though and that was all I could take.

Greg picked me up and took me to the bed. Malcolm was close behind. I was laid down gently with my head hanging off the edge. Greg's cock returned to my mouth and he slowly worked himself back until his cock entered my throat.

"That's a good girl Mel! Taking a big cock down your throat." He said proudly. "Think you can swallow my load like that?"

It was another rhetorical question as he pushed his cock deep down my throat and exploded. Most of his cum went down my throat, some flew out my nose. I lay there gasping as he withdrew himself from my mouth.

"My turn." Malcolm's deep voice boomed as his cock touched my lips. "Ready to take your first nigger cock down your throat my lil slut?"

Opening my mouth he pushed himself straight to the back of my mouth and stabbed my throat. I gagged and his cock responded with a twitch. He continued to push his cock until it slowly entered my throat. He held me still letting me stretch.

"Mmm, baby taking my big nigger dick down her throat like a good slut."

Slowly he rocked his hips fucking me deeper until his cock was well down my throat. Every gag caused him to twitch with excitement.

Greg was licking at my pussy and alternating between fingering my ass and my pussy. As his tongue licked and sucked at my lips and clit, I felt something pushing in to my ass. It was so slippery no clenching could stop it and he easily worked it in to me.

As he sucked and fingered at my pussy he pulled the plug out of me to its widest point then let it slip back in until my hips were bucking wildly. "Now that's a pretty picture!" Greg chuckled.

My asshole stretched as he pulled the plug fully out. He immediately put the tip back against my ass and began to push it in to me. I waited for the pop of it making it all the way in but it never came. He slowly fucked me with this bigger plug. 

He continued lubing my ass and working that plug in to me. He put all his focus on my ass and neglected my pussy. In the confusion, I had forgotten Malcolm was fucking my throat entirely and now he had it all pretty much in. Playing with my ass had been the perfect distraction.

"It's double stuff time!" Malcolm pulled his cock from my throat.

Greg pulled me on top of him so I was riding him. His cock was in me before I could say condom. I was so horny I began riding him like a wild woman until my pussy exploded on his cock. I sat perched on his cock as my orgasm subsided.

Malcolm walked up behind me and put his big cock against my pussy. 

"Oh god no!" I begged.

He pushed at my opening while he slid the big plug in and out of my ass. "You want two in your little pussy or do you want me to fuck your lil white ass slut?"

"My ass!" I called out.

I clasped at the bed cover his big black cock pushed against my ass. He held my hips as his big head made its way in to me.

"Good little slut!" Malcolm smacked my ass hard again.

I'm gonna pump a big load of nigger seed in this little ass and my boy Greg is seeding your little pussy Mel.

Malcolm and Greg worked a rhythm out and both slowly fucked my ass and pussy. Malcolm's huge cock pushed so deep in me I thought I would die. His thrusting was fast and deep.

"Oh fuck yes, take my big nigger dick baby!" He screamed as his cock unleashed itself in my ass. His hips bucked like an insane wild man as every drop was expended in me.

Greg's hips began to move and I started grinding his cock. It was difficult with Malcolm's cock still in my ass but I did my best.

"You like that lil pussy Greg?" I teased. "You want to shoot all that nasty cum in there don't you?"

Greg's hands guided my hips up and down on his cock until he held me down and exploded in my pussy.

Slowly rolling off their cocks, I was exhausted. I watched the room spin and could feel my pussy and ass gaping as cum dripped out of them slowly. I had just gotten the most amazing fuck.

I cleaned up and went home after getting my composure. When I left, both men were still there exhausted. I was pretty proud of myself.

Monday morning came and I was greeted by my manager Shelly. "Hi Melanie! How was the store in my absence?"

"It was pretty uneventful really. Malcolm was a pleasure to meet and work with." I smiled.

"Who? Who is Malcolm?" Shelly had a puzzled look.

"The owner of the Malcolm line of shoes I said. He was here." I felt so knowledgeable.

"This company is owned by a guy name Jeff from Canada!" she proclaimed. "Your helper called my cell and explained that a personal matter had come up and he couldn't make it."



Meeting Malia



It wasn't going out until I got the call. I can't say why, but I just decided not to. About 10:40 or so some friends called from a bar and asked what I was up to. Since they called, I thought what the hell. My friend Dan told me that his girlfriend Tracey was up from Pullman and brought Malia, one of her sorority sisters, up with her to party. Dan has always been willing to hook a brotha up - and based on the things she'd told him before they left his place, he had a pretty good idea that Malia was looking to put out and, because he is a nice guy, he really didn't want to send her home with some stranger they met at the bar and really wasn't trying to have some stranger come over to fuck in his living room. I can respect that. So I guess after the third guy pushed up, he asked her about the kinds of guys she likes and, after hearing what she had to say, told her she should meet me.

Initially, I really didn't have any plans for going out. I met some friends for dinner and drinks earlier in the evening, but was back home by 9:00, reading a little, and trying to decide if I wanted to go downtown to brave the crowds. In all honesty, it wasn't an appealing thought. I'm more of a house party guy or party with friends guy than going out on the town guy. And it's snowy, icy, and cold out here. Finally, while it's a lot easier on New Years Eve, the thought of paying for drinks and putting in work for sex just wasn't appealing to me tonight. Especially with the crowds. I told Dan if he could get me in the Spark without a cover or compelling me to stand in line, I was game. He called me back in five minutes and told me to go to the front of the line.

The drive down was rather cold. I didn't really give my truck much time to warm up and wanted to get there to check this girl out. He told me that he thought I'd like her, and was sure that she'd like me. Of course, he also said that she was drunk and intent on getting laid. And the more she drank, the more she wanted to fuck. Apparently, she'd been dumped by her ex over Xmas for some other sorority chick. It made me glad that I wasn't in Pullman anymore, really, as that whole scene really boggled my mind. 

It took a few minutes to find a place to park, but by 11:30, I had parked and amazingly gotten in the door. A few folks in line were given the bouncers shit, but Ant, one of the bouncers I've known for a few years, gave me a slap on the hand and told me to have a good time as I walked through the door. They didn't even charge me the cover.

No sooner was I in the door than Dan was heading my way with a rum and coke. "Good to see you, man. Look, we have the table over there. Malia is the one with the little blue outfit on," he said, pointing over to the make-shift vip section.

"Cool, thanks," I said, taking the drink from his hands, taking a sip, and following him back. I couldn't help but to be a little awe-struck. She was hot as fuck. She had kind of dark caramel skin, which I later found out was because her father, who was from Brazil, had a Brazilian father and Pakistani mother. They met in college here in the US and stayed. She was about 5'6", but at least three of those inches were from her shoes, and she had long kinky-curly hair pulled behind her neck. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress that had sequins sewn into it and it ended about half way down her thighs. As we got to the table, all I could think about was leaving with her.

Dan introduced me to her and I extended my hand, she took it, held on to it, and asked me to dance. So with no other words, we hit the floor. Now I'm not that in to dancing, but I figured what the hell, it's almost 2008, so I might as well shake my ass a little. The music sucked, but it had rhythem and a good beat, so I followed her lead. In no time, I was sweating, unbuttoning my shirt, and having a good time. She was into close dancing and was all up on me, facing away with her ass on my crotch, turned towards me with her hands exploring my chest and stomach, and I returned the favor. As she rubbed her ass on me, my cock responded appropriately. I was initially embarassed, but she seemed into it, so I grabbed her hips, sometimes running my hands up her sides, one hand reaching around to caress her from belly to boobs, the other playing in and pulling on her hair.

At 11:55, the DJ announced the last song, a slow song, before the final countdown. We hadn't spoken more than 5 words to one another and were embracing each other, kissing, and groping each other on the dance floor. My hands roamed over her ass and I slid her dress up far enough to allow my hand to slide between her legs from behind, only to discover that she wasn't wearing panties. I can't say I was surprised, but I ran my middle finger between her lips, then let her dress fall again as the DJ announced it was almost time for the countdown. We made it back to the table with Dan and Tracey as the 30 second countdown started with the DJ counting over Dick Clark, who didn't sound all that hot anyhow, recovering from the stroke and all.

We were sitting next to each other, my arm around her, and I think we counted down to about 15 together before she bit my chin. I kissed her forcefully, first biting her lip, then pulling it into my mouth, pulling her closer to me as I did, my right hand behind her and in her hair, my left under the table on her knee, then up her dress, then pressing on her clit, then inside her. We continued to kiss and grope at one another as the DJ played some techno version of Auld Laung Syne. My middle finger was moving in and out of her as we kissed passionately.

As Auld Lang Syne came to a finish, I broke our kiss, looked at Dan and Tracey and said, "I think we are gonna get outta here. You two sticking around?"

"Naw, we're heading home," Dan said, his hand somwheere under the table on Tracey's lap. I assumed he had been doing just as I was, as Tracey was breathing hard and her face was flushed red. "Malia, do you need your stuff? I think it's in my car, otherwise Kyle can follow us to my place and you can grab it.

"Yeah, I think it's in the back seat," she said, looking at me, "we going?"

I got up, held out my hand, and she clutched it tightly as we manuvered out of Spark, following Dan and Tracey. We walked to Dan's car, got Malia's bag, then to my truck, a block away. Dan offered us a ride, but it didn't make sense to me. Of course, I wasn't trying to navigate the icy sidewalk in 3 inch heels, but Malia didn't mind.

Sweat rose off her body as I opened the door to my truck for her. Watching her climb up into the cab was a little funny. My truck is a Dodge Ram 1500, 4x4, with a 3 inch lift kit. She climbed it like a ladder, and I stood behind her in case she slipped. With on knee on the seat, however, she slipped a little and I caught her, my hands on her thighs. She placed the other knee on the seat, but didn't move.

I looked around to the left and right, only saw a few folks wandering around, and slowly slide my hands up her thighs to her ass, her dress sliding up with my hands. She kneeled down on the seat and her pussy was inches from my face. She was bare and beautiful and without a second thought, I put my mouth on her sweet mound and pushed my tongue between her lips. My left hand slid over her ass and I pushed my index and middle finger inside her from behind as I ate her pussy, then licked over her asshole, and licked back between her lips and clit. I almost stopped as I heard folks walking behind us, but said fuck it. If they wanted to watch, more power to em.

It took less than 5 minutes for me to make her cum, which was quite the noisy event, and by that time, my celly was buzzing. As she lay on my bench seat breathing, I shut the door and answered the phone, nodding to a guy and his girlfriend who watched me bring Malia to climax. He was giving me the thumbs up, and the girl he was with had a look that expressed desire and disgust at the same time. As the dude turned away, I gave her a wink and purposely dropped one of my cards. As I started the truck, I watched her break away from him as he walked into the Ridpath, walk over, and pick the card up. I wondered if she'd call as I called Dan back. Apparently Sam, a chick he worked with, was having a house party and he wanted to see if we were game. Unfortunately, I had other plans.

As I pulled off the curb, Malia was across my lap working on my belt and the top button of my jeans. Payback, I guess. We were half way to my apartment as she finally got my cock out of my pants and held it while sucking and licking on the head. It was hard to concentrate on the road as she went down on me, but I managed. Something was missing, however, as I like a little more than lips and tongue when getting head.

"Don't stop what you're doing, Malia," I told her firmly, "and don't try to draw blood, but I want to feel your teeth too."

She started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her teeth softly scraping my shaft and head, torturing the underside of my cocks head, as a hand slid into my jeans to fondle my balls. It made driving home hard as fuck. I tried to focus on the road and, although it was hard to stay in the lane and I thought some cop was going to pull me over for drunk driving, I made it back to my place and parked the truck on the curb, throwing my head back as my hands moved from the steering wheel to Malia's hair as she worked her mouth over my cock. She was taking me deeper into her mouth now that we'd stopped driving, and I almsot cum when I felt the head of my cock hit her throat. She gagged slightly, causing her throat to close a little on my cock, but she stayed at it and about the third time she did another gag and closed her throat on my cock, I felt the surge. As she pulled her lips back to the head of my cock, I lost it in her mouth.

My orgasm was something of a surprise to her. I tend to not be a noisy lover, so she didn't have much of a verbal indication, and she was so focused on what she was doing to me, I don't think she noticed the tension in my cock. She struggled to keep up with the cum that was shooting into her mouth. I don't know why I came so much. I'd just jacked off that afternoon and had gotten off a few nights ago while talking with someone on the computer, but it was as if my cup ranneth over. After about the fourth spurt, it subsided. She kept sucking on my cock as it went half-soft, then let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me.

"Grab your bag. My house is the cream one - the stairs are around the right of the house," I told her.

Without saying a thing, she grabbed her bag off the floor of the cab and got out of the truck. I slid my cock back in my boxer-briefs then buttoned and zipped my pants. I didn't bother with the belt, as i didn't expect my pants to stay on long, but I didn't want them falling down in the 14 degree weather.

I followed her up the stairs and as we got to my door, pressed my body into hers and reached from behind her to unlock and open the door. She squirmed a little, her ass pressing against me again, and as the door opened, paused for a moment before slowly stepping away from me. She walked to the back of my couch, threw her bag to the ground, and held on to the couch as she unfastened her shoes and kicked them away. She had really sexy feet, and her toenails were painted to match the blue of her dress. I slid behind her after closing the door, pulled her hair to the right, baring her left shoulder and neck, and bit her shoulder, then neck, then ear. She tried to move her hand behind her, to top of my pants, but I took them and put them on the back of the couch, then pulled her left earlobe between my lips, my hands moving to her hips. She tried again to move her hands to my pants, pushing them between where my hardness was pressing against her ass, and I grabbed her wrists a little harder this time, moving her hands to the couch.

I released her earlobe from my lips and sternly whispered, "Keep them here. If I want you to move them, I'll tell you to." She was a little shocked, as funny look flashed across her face, but i think the orgasm I'd given her earlier left her wanting more. She obeyed. In reflection, I think she has also been a little more used to being in charge. Fraternity boys are kind of punks, and I tend to be a little more in control.

My lips moved back to her earlob and I let go of her wrists, leaving her hands planted on the back of my couch. My own hands moved up to the back of her neck, unzipping her little dress. "Let it fall off you," I told her. More of a command than a request. She complied, lifting her hands from the couch to let the dress slide down her sexy body, then replacing them on the couch. She was wearing a thin-strapped bra that I unclasped and told her to let fall as well. Again, she complied. I stepped back, took off my own shirt, then admired what was in front of me.

'Bend over some," I told her. Again, she complied and I admired her perfect ass. I like a nice ass, and hers was nice. I walked around her, from side to side, inspecting her. She had a nice pair of caramel b-cup breasts and what looked like the beginning of a little... pouch belly. Sexy, though, with curves in all the right places. Standing behind her again, I slid off my own shoes then pushed my pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. She turned her head to look at me, my cock already hard, and I stepped behind her and slapped her ass with my open palm. "Look straight ahead," I told her, "out the window."

She gave a slight yelp and turned her head, looking out the window, as I stepped behind her. My cock was rock hard and already leaking precum. Holding my cock in my left hand, I let it touch her skin at the top of where her ass cheeks met, then slid the head of my cock between her cheeks and slid it over her asshole and to her pussy. Standing behind her, I pushed my head between her lips, past her opening, and rubbed her clit with it. She was so wet it was crazy. Then I slid back to her opening and pushed part-way inside her. Malia was tight, very tight. I moved my hands to her hips and held on. pulling her to me as I trust completely inside her. She gave a moan of pleasure, and I started thrusting in and out of her. In less than a minute, she'd cum, and was shaking and moaning as I continued to pound into her from behind. Her fingers dug into the back of my couch as she struggled to hold herself up, her knees shaking, her pussy drenching, and me slamming into her from behind, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.

We fucked like that for about a half an hour, and she came about three more times, before I finally came, pulling myself from her and shooting my load on her back and ass. I know it wasn't smart to fuck without a condom, but I wasn't going to be really stupid and cum insid her.

"Come on," I told her, lets get a towel.

She followed me to the bathroom, I threw a towel at her and she asked if I minded if she take a shower. Nodding, I left her in the bathroom and opened the adjoining door to my bedroom.

No sooner did I fall asleep, it seemed, then was I waking, about to cum. She woke me up with a blowjob. I was impressed.

We fucked, made love, and fucked, alternating, moving, and sexing until about 4:30 this morning. And at the moment, she's making me something to eat in the kitchen. We'll have to see where things go with this one. 



Meeting Margaret



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We're standing near a window overlooking the city, ignoring the noisy early evening cocktail party, our eyes locked, a soft smile on her face. Is she amused or is the smile unimportant? "So tell me," she says, "what sort of women do you like?" Direct, certainly. A direct woman. I have a vague memory of someone telling me she owns a company. She might also be an attorney, a corporate manager, a successful real estate developer, a politician. She has the demeanor of a woman comfortable with success and the trappings of power. Married, I suppose. I don't know anything about her. I don't know why she asks about my preferences. A short while ago our eyes happened to meet across the room, and then a few minutes later I found myself talking to her. She's not young, certainly past forty, tall, perfectly groomed, a beige tailored dress with a pleated skirt, dark hair, brown eyes gazing at me.

She laughs, a quiet, bubbling laugh. She says I haven't said a word in answer to her question. I don't know what to say. I fumble. She smiles and says she'll take me to dinner and we'll talk about it. And that's how it is. Confidence. She knows what she wants. We leave the cocktail party, she chooses the restaurant, and less than two hours later I'm in her apartment kissing her on a large black velvet sofa. Kissing her, or is she kissing me? After the second long kiss, she slides her hand into my lap, finds my penis and squeezes it. "You're sweet," says. I'm disoriented. Who is this woman? I know all the trivial details, but I still don't know who she is. How does one know that about anyone? The inside workings. Some people are clever about it and they always know. But I'm not one of the clever ones. Margaret remains a mystery. She continues fondling me through my trousers. We're not kissing now. She has her left arm around my shoulders, her hand stroking the back of my head, her right hand in my lap as she continues exploring me. It's not a surprise when she slowly unzips my fly and brings my cock out. I'm erect now, the head swollen. We both look down at it. She rubs her fingers over it. She squeezes the shaft, rubs her fingers over the tip and smears the leaking juice around the glans.

She says it's a nice one. "Lovely shape," she says. My eyes are closed. I'm aware of nothing except her stroking fingers. Glancing touches, a rub here and there, nothing coordinated, not the stroking that will lead to an ejaculation. I'm certain it's deliberate: she doesn't want me to come. It's a tease. She wants to tease me like this until I can't bear it any longer. Now she starts talking. I'm too focused on my penis to follow most of it. She talks about her company, about her divorce, about her children, about the cocktail party where we met, idle banter, chattering easily as her fingers continue to toy with my cock, her fingertips stroking the tip, stroking the rim of the glans, tickling the underside of the shaft. Finally she stops. "Let's go the bedroom," she says. "I think we'll be more comfortable there."

Of course. A bedroom is always more comfortable. She rises, takes my hand, urges me to my feet and we walk together to her bedroom. My penis is exposed, and I want to push it back inside my trousers, but I don't think she wants that and I leave it as it is.

Her bedroom is lavish, done in pink satin, extremely feminine and almost Edwardian in its classic decor. She has me stand near the bed as she kisses me and undresses me. Nothing is rushed. She murmurs something about my clothes. Another kiss, another piece of my clothing removed. Shoes, socks, trousers. Then my shorts are dropped and I'm naked before her, my penis erect and bobbing out in front of my belly. She strokes my chest, my waist, my hips, and then she cups my balls in her hand. "You're delicious," she says. "Lie on the bed while I undress." She urges me toward the bed, and in a moment I'm lying on my side, stretched out naked on the satin counterpane. I decide any urge I have toward modesty is ridiculous. So I take my cock in hand and hold it.

She objects. She tells me not to touch myself. "Be patient," she says. I withdraw my hand and place it on my hip. She nods, her eyes on my body as she slowly undresses herself. First her jewelry, then her shoes, then her dress, pantyhose, bra and panties. She has a lush body, full breasts, round hips, strong thighs. Only a hint of plumpness in her waist and belly. Her breasts are lovely, mature globes with a ripe droop. Her body excites me, but I restrain the urge to take hold of my cock. I merely lie there on her bed, not moving, waiting.

She takes hold of her breasts, massages them a moment, fingers her prominent nipples. Then she walks to the dressing table, and with her back to me she gazes in the mirror as she unpins her hair. She asks me about my divorce, about my ex-wife. I can't help staring at her buttocks. Margaret's hips are broader than Carol's. Margaret of course is a few years older than Carol. Margaret also has a darker coloring, since Carol is blonde.

Finally Margaret turns from the dressing table and she approaches the bed. She climbs onto the mattress and she kneels beside me. She gently pushes me so that I roll over and lie on my back. She leans forward to kiss me, and at the same time she takes hold of my cock, strokes it, fingers the tip and fondles my balls. My erection is very firm, and I'm hoping the erection will last a long time. She continues toying with my cock as she kneels beside me. I lift my hand to cup the underside of one of her full breasts, but she ignores it. Her attention is on my cock as she tugs it from one side to the other, her fingers constantly rubbing the tip and slowly stroking the shaft. At intervals she squeezes the very tip of the glans to get more fluid out of the opening. After a while she bends her head to take the glans in her mouth, sucking it hard as she continues stroking the shaft firmly with her hand. Before long I'm getting close and I warn her about it. She immediately pulls her lips off the glans with a slurping sound and her closed fist strokes the shaft more rapidly. "Come," she says. "Let it go." I groan as the orgasm arrives. My hips heave off the bed as I start spurting. Her hand continues pumping my cock until the ejaculation is finished and I beg her to stop. She smiles, wipes her hand on my belly, kisses me, then leaves the bed as I close my eyes. She goes into the bathroom, and in a few moments she returns with a small towel. Without a word, she gives me the towel and she sits on the edge of the bed and watches me as I wipe my belly and genitals.

She asks me if I enjoyed it, and she smiles when I assure her the pleasure was exquisite. "Good," she says, "I enjoyed it also." After that she stretches out on the bed with her knees raised and apart, and I take the hint and crawl between her legs to suck her. She has a meaty cunt, the dark hair trimmed around the full lips, the clitoris firm and prominent. I hold her thighs with my hands as I dig my face into her and start working her sex with my mouth and nose. When she pulls her knees further back to her breasts to roll her bottom upward, I know what she wants. I extend the licking to her anus and she murmurs her approval. "Yes, I love that," she says. "But suck my clit now, I'm going to come." So I move back to her clitoris and suck it hard until she has her orgasm. Her legs tremble, her body vibrates, but she doesn't cry out. She's almost quiet when she comes; her pleasure is obvious but the orgasm is on the quiet side. After a few moments, she leaves the bed and she goes to the bathroom again.

When she returns, she has a small bottle in her hand, a scented oil of some kind. She kneels on the bed again, but this time between my legs. She urges me to raise my knees and open them, and when I do that, she gently pushes my knees toward my chest. "Don't be bashful," she says with a smile. My ass is exposed to her now. I know what's happening and it excites me. My cock is spent, flaccid, but I'm just as excited as I was before I ejaculated. She toys with my balls awhile, probing my testicles, fondling each one, tapping them, tugging at the sac. Then she lifts them and she gazes at my anus. "Knees all the way back," she says. "Let me see it." So I show myself to her. Is her excitement as great as mine? My ex-wife was never as direct as this. Margaret strokes the ring of my anus with a fingertip and her fingernail. Then she unscrews the cap of the small bottle, pours some oil on her finger, moves the finger to my anus and slowly penetrates me.

Her eyes are fixed on her finger, on the stretching of my anus as she twists her finger inside me. When she adds another finger, it slides inside without difficulty. "Good," she says. She finally looks at my face. "It's good, isn't it?"

And that's how it is. One finger. Two fingers. Then she extracts a small silver vibrator from a night table drawer and she uses that. The vibrator makes a buzzing sound. She's extremely skillful. She knows everything. She watches me intently, watches my penis as it grows erect, watches my face as I finally ejaculate again without my penis being touched. "That's lovely," she says. "I like the way you come."

It's the beginning of things between us, but already I think I'm in love with her.

End



Meeting Mariah



I was having coffee one Saturday morning at my favorite coffee shop. I live near San Francisco and it was a beautiful spring morning. I had already been for a long mountain bike ride, and was having coffee before I went home to study. It was so nice out I didn't really want to spend the afternoon inside with my nose in a book.

The coffee shop was busy, and I was sitting by myself, reading the newspaper and drinking my coffee. I heard a soft voice ask, "Excuse me, could I share your table?"

I looked up to see a very pretty blonde face that looked sort of familiar. I smiled and said, "Of course, feel free..."

As I returned to my paper, I couldn't help but think that I should know that face. Was it someone I had gone to high school with? Then it hit me... I was sitting across the table from pop diva Mariah Carey!

I looked over and saw that she was reading a newspaper. I studied her face for a few moments then I was absolutely sure. She had put on a few pounds since she was the hottest thing in pop music, but she was still gorgeous. She was wearing a loose flannel shirt and baggy jeans, but she couldn't hide that sweet face.

"Excuse me," I asked quietly, "But are you Mariah Carey?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, I am, and thanks for recognizing me... Lately it seems like that isn't happening as much as it should!"

"I love your music, and I thought you did a great job with the National Anthem on the Super Bowl."

"Oh, thank you. I was really nervous but I thought it went pretty well."

"You know, I would think that being a little more anonymous could be okay. I mean, could you have gone out by yourself like this five years ago?"

"Yeah, you have a point. I would never have been able to do this without bodyguards and agents and everything before."

"By the way, my name's Jessica Stevens, Jessi to my friends."

Mariah extended her hand, "Nice to meet you, Jessi."

"So, Mariah, what brings you to the Bay Area?"

"I'm here recording a new CD. We've been at it nine days straight so we decided to take today off. I hate the recording, it is really hard work."

"So what are your plans? A little sight-seeing?"

"I'm not sure, really, I've never spent much time here. What's worth seeing, Jessi?"

"Well, there's lots of stuff, what interests you?"

"I think I would like to get out of the city. I like how busy it is, but it gets kind of depressing some times."

"I have a great idea, then. I'll take you to see Muir Woods. It's a beautiful park, over by the coast, you would never believe you are like 15 miles from San Francisco."

"That sounds great, Jessi, but I don't want to put you to any trouble..."

"It's no trouble at all. I mean, my alternative is spending this beautiful afternoon inside, studying a boring Finance book. Yuck!"

Mariah laughed. Her voice had that clear pure tone that came through when she sang. "I can TOTALLY relate to that. I get stuck inside way too much, too!"

"So do you have anything to do first, or shall we head to Muir Woods?" I asked.

"Nope, nothing, I'm ready if you are!" was Mariah's response. "But tell me something, Jessi. You aren't a psycho axe murderer or anything, are you?"

"If I was, would I tell you?" I laughed, "But no, I'm not any of those things."

Now I have to say I was blown away by this happening. Ten minutes earlier, I had never met Mariah Carey and only knew of her what I had read, as a STAR, a gorgeous girl with the STAR attitude. Talking to her, she seemed very down-to-earth and real. And here we were, headed off alone together only minutes after meeting.

We stood up, and I was surprised that she was shorter than me. I mean, at 5'5" I am shorter than most people, and she projects a larger image. We walked outside, and I asked, "Shall we take your car or mine?"

"We can take mine if you want..."

"No, let me drive. We can leave your car at my place, it's only a few blocks from here. I walked over."

"Okay, let's do that." We got into Mariah's car and she drove to my apartment.

I hopped out then asked, "You want to come in or wait out here? I want to change clothes before we go, put on some shorts."

Mariah smiled and said, "Shorts sound great, but I don't have any with me."

"You want to borrow some of mine? I think they would fit you..."

"Sure, that sounds great!" and we walked into my apartment. 

I knew I was thinner than Mariah, but I also have some looser shorts that I wear when I work out. I found shorts and tank tops for both of us, and pointed at the bathroom. "You can change in there."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I changed in the bedroom. She came back out in a minute, and looked very yummy in the tank top and shorts. Her nipples were hard and visible through the top and her bra. I put on a baseball cap and gave her one. She looked extremely cute, plus she looked so totally unlike her public image that I felt sure that no one would recognize her.

I said, "We should bring a picnic lunch, it's gorgeous out there and I know we'll be able to find a nice spot."

"That sounds great! I love picnics."

We headed out, and I stopped at a local deli where we got some cheese, crackers, some fruit and salad and a bottle of wine. Mariah insisted on paying for the lunch, so I let her.

I guess I should introduce myself. Like I said above, my name is Jessica. I am 26, I am work as an accountant for a wholesale distributor and I am going to grad school for my MBA in Finance. I have been single for about a year, since I found out my last boy friend was cheating on me. My recent experience with guys has not been too good, so I have been exploring my bisexual feelings. I consider myself bi, but since I broke up with Rob I have been with several girls and no guys, so I guess you would have to say I was leaning way toward becoming a lesbian.

So here I am, riding in my car with Mariah Carey... Nervous, excited, but still fairly relaxed. I had read that she had calmed down quite a bit, that she had been pretty wild when she was younger. Haven't we all...

Anyway, it was about an hour's drive, so she and I just talked. I asked her about Derek Jeter, she said they had only ever been friends, REALLY. That they were both good looking, high profile young stars in New York, and related to each other because of that.

"You mean to tell me that you never wanted a piece of him? I mean, he is YUMMY, girl!" I teased her.

"Maybe so, but we're just friends. We actually talked about it, and decided that our friendship is too important to risk it for sex."

"That's cool... So many times, you hear about famous people jumping in the sack together because everyone assumes that they already are."

"That's not my style," said Mariah, "And besides that, the stories are true. He has a tiny little dick." She giggled.

"And how do you know THAT, girl?"

"We kissed and fooled around a little, we just never went all the way."

"Ahhhh, I get it. Is he a good kisser?"

"He's okay, for a guy, I guess..." 

Mariah's answer stunned me. "Ummm, 'for a guy'? Does that mean you have kissed girls before, Mariah?"

"Oh, yeah... The first one since I was about 12 was Whitney Houston. The stories about HER are true, she is very much into women. She still likes the occasional guy, but for her it's almost entirely women. And she is a GREAT kisser!"

"Wow, I can believe that... She has a very sexy mouth."

"And a great tongue, too!"

I couldn't believe it, driving down the road, talking with this huge star about kissing girls. "So tell me, who else is into women?"

"I can only speak from personal experience, but it seems like most of the women in the recording industry are at least bi. I have been with a lot of them, but the hottest one is J-Lo. That girl is insatiable!"

"Not to mention totally hot!" was the only thing I could say.

"How about you, Jessi? Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

I thought to myself, "Well, here goes nothing..."

"A few, yes. And I agree, that there is nothing like kissing a girl. So many guys view foreplay as something to be 'gotten through,' but girls know that is so important. I could stretch out and kiss for hours!"

"Yeah, you got that right, girl! So many guys, all they want is to rush through to the part where they stick their cock in you... I gotta tell you, I am SICK of that. Why don't guys realize that the longer they tease us, the better we will like it when they fuck us?"

"Amen, sister!!!" 

My head was spinning, I was talking with Mariah Carey about how good it felt to be with a woman. And my panties were starting to get a little wet. Mariah may have gained a little weight, but she is still drop dead gorgeous.

I told her about my bad luck with guys, and how I had been "playing" for the past year. She smiled at me and said, "Smart move, Jessi. Stick with women and you'll be fine. Guys are nothing but trouble."

We talked about the first time we kissed another girl. She said that Whitney Houston had asked her to her hotel room after a recording session one night, and they had done some coke. Then Whitney asked her to dance, and they started kissing, and ended up fucking most of the night in Whitney's suite.

"Was it the coke, or would you have kissed her anyway?" I asked.

"Well, I had messed around with one of my best friends when I was about 12 or 13 and remembered how hot it made me. So, I think the answer is I would have done it anyway. Whitney may be fucked up in the head, but she is hot!"

I told her about my time with Lisa, my best friend when I was 18. I'd been at her house, her parents were gone for the weekend. We'd been drinking wine and talking about boys, then watched a porno movie. She had (and not by accident, I found out later) picked an all-girl movie. We both got very horny watching the movie and started kissing, then ended up naked in her bed together.

I glanced down at Mariah's legs, and was surprised to see that she had her hand between them, pressed against her mound. She was arching her hips, pushing back against her hand. Her eyes were closed and she was making little soft mewling noises as she touched herself. I could clearly smell the scent of her aroused pussy.

"Mmmmmm, that's quite a show, baby... But you should open your legs wider so you can get at yourself better."

Mariah opened her eyes with a start, but her hand stayed between her legs. She smiled at me, then leaned back and closed her eyes again and raised her right leg so the knee was up high, leaning against the car door. She slid her hand down her smooth thigh and inside her shorts, and began to rub her mound through her panties.

"Don't you just love loose shorts? I do, I love to tease myself in the car..." I asked. And with that I slid my left hand down inside the front of my shorts and rubbed my mound through my thong. I could feel that I was getting very wet, partly from our talk, but mostly from watching Mariah Carey tease her own wet pussy two feet away from me. 

Mariah cooed, "Mmmmmmm, so do I! Lots of time, I will just lay in the back of my limo and get myself off over and over. I love the feeling! Sometimes I let the drivers watch, my regular driver is quite hot herself. She has fucked me with her strapon more than once in my limo." Her fingers were dancing all over her mound, sliding in and out of her panties, cupping her mound. I could see a large wet spot on her panties, and definitely smell her arousal.

"So what do you want, baby?" I asked. "Either we can go for a walk in the woods, or I can pull the car over and ravage you right here!"

"Ummm, can I have both?" she asked with a smile. "Let's wait, I love sex in the great outdoors."

I smiled and said, "Okay, I guess I can wait..." with a mock pout.

Soon we arrived at Muir Woods. We drove around a little until we found the parking lot for one of the trail heads. I knew it was an easy walk, so we parked and got out. I grabbed our picnic lunch and we headed up the trail.

Mariah and I were walking close together, she had her arm around my shoulder as we walked. I pressed sideways against her a few times, and she cooed into my ear, "Better stop that or I am going to take you right here!"

I turned to her and smiled, "Promises, promises..."

She reached over and cupped my breast, then leaned in and ran her tongue around the inside of my ear. I moaned softly and pressed my body against hers. Then I said, "Okay, I believe you, and I can't wait, baby..."

We walked a little further then came out into a large meadow. Mariah oohed, since as a "city kid" she had never seen anything like this before. We walked a ways out into the meadow, then I pointed to a side trail. 

"If we take that trail, we will come to a real secluded spot to have our lunch!" I said with a wink.

She smiled at me and asked, "So this where you bring all your rock star girl friends?"

We walked up the trail a while, then came around a corner to a smaller meadow. The trail dead ended so we took our blanket and lunch and made our way across. I spread out the blanket then sat down and patted the blanket next to me.

Mariah looked a little nervous, but then again so was I. She sat down, and I slid close to her and put my arm around her shoulder. I put my finger under her chin, turned her face to mine, then whispered, "Hungry, doll?"

Mariah leaned her face into mine and whispered, "Yes, but lunch will have to wait! Kiss me, Jessi..."

I lowered my head to hers and our lips met. Mariah's mouth opened and I could feel her tongue pressing forward against my lips. I opened my mouth to her and my tongue slid out to meet hers. Our tongues met and the tips probed gently, exploring.

My hand reached across her stomach and up to her breast. I could feel her nipple was hard and her heart was pounding. When I pinched her nipple through her top, she moaned softly and pressed herself forward against my hand.

Her hand went to my waist and slid under my shirt then up to my breast. I had taken my bra off at home and her soft hand felt incredible against my bare breast. She began to roll my erect nipple between her finger and thumb, and I moaned into her mouth.

Mariah lay back and pulled me down on top of her. I rolled over so we were straddling each other's thighs. I pressed my thigh firmly into her mound, and I could feel how hot and wet she was. I was rubbing my mound against her thigh, and I know she could feel that I was soaked, making her thigh wet as we kissed and ground our hips together.

Her hands went inside my top and lifted it up. I raised up and she slid my top over my head, then I bent forward and put my nipple at her mouth. She sucked it between her lips hungrily, and began to nibble gently. I moaned and reached for her top, but Mariah's hands were on my back, holding me close, keeping my breast at her mouth. We were grinding ourselves together, rubbing our pussies, fucking each other in that meadow.

I slid my hands under her top and began to lift it up. She stopped sucking my nipple long enough for me to slide it over her head. I reached down and unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts, the nipples were pink and erect. I leaned my body forward to kiss her, and as we kissed passionately her nipples rubbed against mine. Mariah's hands reached to my ass, and pulled my hips tight against hers. I was grinding my hips into her as we kissed, our moans mingling together.

She wrapped one leg around mine, and began to arch her hips upward into mine as I thrust forward into her. She was whimpering into my mouth, our tongues dancing together wildly, and I could feel her trembling under me. She wrapped her arms tight around me, then her body stiffened and she screamed, "Oh God, yessssss..." and I could feel her orgasm hit her. She was squirming around underneath me wildly, moaning and holding me tight. She was sucking on my tongue so hard I thought she would bite it off.

Gradually, I could feel her coming back down. We lay together for a few minutes, then she rolled on top of me. She reached for my hips and slid my shorts off. I raised my hips to help her, and she smiled at me as she kissed my breasts and licked her way down my stomach. When she saw my shaved mound, she looked up at me and licked her lips. "Mmmmmm, shaved, just the way I like it!"

When her tongue ran down my slit then back up and over my slit, I opened my legs wide and arched my hips up, feeding my wet pussy to Mariah. She spread my lips with her fingers then stuck her tongue deep inside me and wiggled it around. I was moaning and squirming, then when her mouth closed on my clit I couldn't help it. I moaned again, "Ohhhhh, God yes, lick me baby, take me!"

I looked down and there was Mariah Carey's beautiful face, flushed with excitement, that blonde hair wet with our juices, licking my pussy. She slid a finger into me, then a second one. I was soaking wet and had no problem taking both fingers to the base.

She began to slide her fingers in and out as she sucked on my clit. Then she took her fingers and slid them deep inside, then spread them apart in a "V". She started twisting them back and forth as she licked and sucked, my hips were arching up, fucking myself against that angelic face and those devilish fingers. 

I was pinching my nipple with one hand and had the other in her hair, keeping her face tight to my pussy. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, and was moaning loudly. Mariah reached up with her other hand and took my nipple between her fingers and squeezed, hard.

The pleasure and pain sent me over the edge, and I erupted in climax. My juices poured out, and Mariah kept licking and sucking my pussy, sliding her tongue deep inside then sucing my clit. She ate me through three powerful orgasms, then I had to stop. 

I lay back and let go of her hair and said, "No more, baby, gotta stop for now..."

She licked her way up my stomach, gently bit my nipples then licked her way up my throat to my mouth and kissed me tenderly. I could taste my juices on her lips and tongue, she tasted wonderful. We kissed tenderly, then she raised up and said, "God, Jessi, that was incredible, you have no idea how much I needed that!"

I smiled at her and said, "Well, I think I have a pretty good idea, but maybe you can explain it to me in a little bit..."

I sat up and reached for the picnic basket. We opened the wine, then took turns feeding strawberries to each other. I bit down on a very juicy one, then let the juice run out of my mouth onto her chest. She giggled as I lowered my head and licked the juice off her, paying special care to lick her erect nipples clean.

She pulled my face to hers and we kissed again. These were tender, passionate kisses, with lots of soft caresses and bare skin rubbing together. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon in that meadow, making love and eating strawberries. Then we went back to her hotel room and spent the evening together, in the hot tub, in the shower, then in the king size bed. The hot tub was incredible, she sat on the edge while I ate her to a screaming climax, then she fucked me with her favorite vibrator. I got to go to the recording session the next night, too, and then back to her hotel room. That girl was utterly insatiable!

When I dragged my butt in to work Monday morning, I was exhausted but had this smile on my face that even a typical Monday couldn't get rid of. My best friend at work is a gay guy named James. He and I go out dancing together a lot, he is totally crazy. He took one look at my face and knew I had gotten my brains fucked out, but when he asked for details I just said, "You wouldn't believe it if I told you" and left it at that. Someday, I might tell him...

Mariah wants me to come to L.A. for the release party for this CD. She says she will introduce me to Whitney, J-Lo and all her other sexy friends. I can't wait!



Meeting Marisa



It all started the day I met her. She was a sexy 23 year-old blonde college student in the Midwest. Sure I met her online and talked to her countless hours on the phone, but what happened was beyond my wildest dreams.

As I approached Marisa’s door, I could feel the nervousness coursing through my body. I was shy, but had already shared my deepest darkest desires with her and her with me. When I summoned up enough courage to finally knock, I was paralyzed. When she opened the door and my eyes came into contact with her gorgeous face, I almost fainted. She was incredible. 

She did her best to make me feel comfortable. She acted as if we had known each other for years and the more we talked, the less nervous I became. I couldn’t help but think back to all the fantasies we shared with each other while chatting to the wee hours of the morning. There was a sexual chemistry between us. I was flashing back to our conversations, which usually ended with both of us masturbating while listening to each other. Sitting there I fantasized about out latest phone encounter. We talked about watching each other masturbate inches from each other. I could feel my cock begin to stir in my pants. I think Marisa sensed it too as her eyes seemed to be glued to the growing bulge in my pants.

As Marisa sat across from me I couldn’t help but notice her long legs through the slit in her skirt. Her phone rang as she stood to get up to answer it. I saw the greatest ass I have ever seen enter my line of view as she turned away from me. While she was on the phone, I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze. When I looked back up, I could see her looking directly at me. I couldn’t believe it…I was caught. She gave me a sly smile and told the person on the phone that she had to go. With that she hung up the phone and sat right next to me. 

She asked me what I was doing while she was on the phone. I told her I had to readjust myself. Marisa laughed and said it looked more exciting than that! I told her that it wasn’t my fault, that she had some sort of power over me. When she smiled at me, I knew what I had to do. I leaned in closely and softly pressed my lips against hers. She let out a soft sigh. Gently I took her face into my hands as I slowly parted by lips and used my tongue to draw circles on her lips. Her mouth slightly opened and I slid my tongue into her mouth and let it dance against hers. 

I pushed her back against the couch and climbed on top of her. Kissing my way over her face, her chin and her neck. She let out a soft moan. I worked my way down her body and removed her shirt. I sat back and caught my breath when I saw her lying there in a white lace bra, which did little to hide her perfectly sized 34 B breasts. Once again I continued to slide down her body, pausing to start kissing and licking her tummy, making sure to flick my tongue inside her belly button.

She pushed me up and began kissing my mouth and slid my t-shirt over my head. She began kissing down my body and flicking her tongue over my nipples and gently biting them. I stood her up and turned her back to me as I unzipped her skirt and slid it down off of her.

As I looked back up, my eyes were staring directly at the most prefect ass any guy had come into contact with. Her skin looked so soft and inviting while she stood there in a white thong. I leaned in and placed kisses on each cheek and softly bit them. Turning her around I got to look at her standing there and she was the most gorgeous woman on earth.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and slowly slid the straps off of each shoulder. Her hands moved back in front and she cupped each of her tits in her hands. I sat there in anticipation as she removed her bra and I laid my eyes on her gorgeous tits. She leaned over and offered them to me and I began to lick, suck, and bite on her hardening nipples while slipping my hand between her legs and starting to rub her panty covered crotch. Marisa began to rock her hips against my hand as I rubbed my thumb against her clit as I continued to lick and suck on her nipples.

Marisa pulled my head away from her breast and took my hand and led me over to her bed. She kneeled down in front of me and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid them down my legs then helped me as I stepped out of them. She began to kiss my stomach and run her tongue down towards my boxers while looking me in the eyes. Her hands began to rub my hard cock through the thin cotton material feeling every inch of it. She placed her hands over my ass and squeezed each cheek roughly in her hands. Looking me in the eye Marisa placed her hands over the elastic waistband and slid my boxers down to the floor causing my cock to spring free and bounce up and down in front of her lovely face. Marisa smiled up at me and licked her lips as she slowly extended her tongue and touched the head of my throbbing cock.

Standing before her, I ran my fingers through her hair as she began to lick and kiss my hard cock. Marisa was a fantastic cocksucker. My knees got weak as she bobbed her head up and down, taking the entire length of my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me as I began to rock my hips in time with her head movements. I told Marisa it felt wonderful and she moaned. I asked Marisa “do you like sucking my fat cock?” and she told me with her eyes that she did. I told her to “keep sucking my cock like a good slut” and that caused her to moan again. She liked me talking dirty to her.

She pushed me down onto her bed and lay down between my thighs as my cock pulsated in front of her drenched in her saliva. She then started to lick and suck on my balls as I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke it up and down. “Do you like licking my balls?” and she said “I love it, treat me like your little slut!” 

I maneuvered her in a position where I could slide my fingers into her panties and inside her hot, wet pussy. I slid two fingers into her and began to finger fuck her tight little pussy as she once again began to suck my hard cock into her mouth. Thrusting my index and middle finger into her hot little box and using my thumb to run her clit hard had her moaning all over my cock. “Does that feel good my little slut?” I asked her and her response was “mmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm”. She began to deep throat my cock causing me to moan. I began to feel that familiar tingle deep inside my balls and had to pull her off of me before I erupted into her mouth.

Marisa seemed disappointed, but it was short lived as I kissed her on the mouth and told her I wanted to eat her wet pussy. I knew from previous conversations that she loved having men go down on her, but she felt it was something special and she would have to trust the guy. I was fully expecting her to say no, but I was thrilled when she said “Oh god yes, eat me! Eat my hot little pussy, fuck me with your tongue.” I crawled between her thighs and began to lick, suck and nibble all the way down her right leg until I got to just an inch above her panty cover pussy. I then began to kiss, lick and bite my way down her left leg until I once again came upon the same spot. As I sat there, I knew she could feel my warm breath on her clit and I could see that she was soaking wet judging by the spot on her panties. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her silk covered clit cause her to wrap her legs around my head. I slid her panties out of the way with my fingers and began to plant kissed on her clit and down the lips of her shaven pussy tasting her juices that were running out. Her pussy tasted wonderful.

I took her clit into my mouth and began to suck on it. I extended my tongue and flicked it over her clit over and over again as I kept he clit between my lips. She began to fuck my face with her pussy as I slid my tongue inside of her. Her hands grabbed onto my hair and pulled as she locked my head in place with her legs and mashed her pussy on my face. My hands squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples as I continued to give her pussy the best tongue fuck of her life. I could look up and see the ecstasy on her face. 

My goal was clear. I wanted to make her cum. I had to make her cum. I knew she was close but I knew I needed to make this memorable. I pulled myself away even though I knew she didn’t want me to and I turned her onto her hands and knees and removed her panties. I once again began to suck her clit and started to finger fuck her. As I slid my fingers in and out of her, faster and faster, my thumb once again played with her clit, rubbing it raw. I began to nibble on her gorgeous ass cheeks. I began to run my tongue over her cheeks as my fingers probed deeper and deeper into her hot hole. Then to her surprise I licked her asshole which cause her to say “Oh God yes! Eat my ass!!! Fuck my pussy and eat my ass.” I managed to slide my tongue into her tight ass and tongue fucked her ass as I finger fucked her pussy.

She was moaning telling me she was about to cum. This only encouraged me more as I replaced my tongue with a finger and began to finger fuck her ass and her pussy at the same time. “I want you to cum for me Marisa, I want you to cum like the slut that you are. Can u feel my fingers penetrating deep inside of you? Do you want to cum for me?”. With those words she let out a loud moan and told me she was about to cum. “Make me cum! Oh yes, make my cum. Oh God yes!!!!!!!!!” That did the trick as she began to fuck herself back on my hands and let out a loud roar as she drenched my fingers in her sweet nectar, which I greedily sucked off my fingers. While she lay there recovering from her orgasm, I held her in my arms and kissed her lips. Her hands began to roam my body and wrapped around my hard cock. She gave it a few long slow strokes as she caught her breath. She then rolled me over and climbed on top of me and began to kiss my lips as she rubbed her wet pussy back and forth over my hard cock. 

Marisa reached behind her and grabbed a hold of my pulsating rod and placed it at the entrance of her soft, wet pussy. Needing no further encouragement I thrust upward and was inside of her. She began to rock back and forth placing kisses over my face as I held her close. I began to thrust into her and she told me to “Stop, its my turn to make you cum.” 

She bounced up and down on my stiff pole coating it with her juices. I sat up and began to bite her nipples. “Do you like my tight, wet, little pussy?” she asked and I answered “Oh yes baby, I fucking love the way your pussy feels sliding up and down my cock.” She picked up the pace and was bouncing on my cock faster and faster. I held her ass in my hands and squeezed them as she rode me. “Spank my ass!” she said. “I’m a naughty girl, spank me. I said spank me! I fucking love it”. I began to spank her softly when she said “Are you fucking listening? Spank me like a man.” I began to smack her harder and harder causing her to moan and leaving (as I would soon find out) red marks all over her cheeks.

I couldn’t stand not being able to move any longer and pushed her off of me and rolled her onto her hands and knees and thrust my cock deep inside her canal. I began to pound her pussy with all I had filling her with the entire length of my cock. She could feel my balls slap against her clit as I fucked her hard. Thrusting in and out, in and out, over and over again. I grabbed her hair and pulled on it and started whispering in her ear. “Can you feel my cum filled balls slapping against your clit? Do you like how my cock feels filling up your tight pussy my little slut? Do you want me to cum for you?”

Marisa responded, “Oh God yes, cum for me! Give me all of it. I want to cum on me! I want to see it shooting all over me!” I could feel myself getting close, it was only a matter of time before I erupted. I took my right and hand and suck my fingers into Marisa’s mouth, which she greedily sucked and licked on. After it was good and wet I put my thumb onto Marisa’s asshole and slowly penetrated it. I could tell from the moan that she loved it. She started to shake and I knew she was cumming. I wiggled my thumb inside her asshole and she came all over my hard cock. She fell over and I knew I was about to cum so I pulled out quickly and rolled her over. 

I told her I was about to cum. Even though she had already came twice, her left hand dove down to her now thoroughly abused pussy and began to finger herself. “Give it to me!!! I want it all over me” she said. She took her right hand and tickled my balls to make me shoot it all over her sexy, sweaty body. My hand stroked up and down my engorged cock as Marisa stared at the head, she could see the precum trickle out of the head and fall onto her skin. She let out a whimper. My hand flew up and down over my well-coated pole as I looked at her lovely face. She gave my balls a gentle squeeze and that pushed me over the edge. My balls began to tingle and I could feel my cum rushing out of my balls and up my shaft. My cock throbbed as I tried to fight off the onrush of my blast. 

With Marisa staring at my shaft, rubbing her pussy and playing with my balls, I erupted. The first blast of my hot, thick, creamy white spunk flew over Marisa’s body and onto the sheets and pillows on her bed. The second blast landed on her tummy and pooled up in her belly button, the third landed on her tits and covered her left nipple. The fourth landed between her breasts and on her neck. The next one landed next to her face with some being caught in her hair. The rest of my load dribbled onto her arm as she was totally engrossed in the mess I made of her perfect body. 

My hot, sweaty, spent body fell over next to her as she fingered herself to another orgasm as we kissed.



Meeting Marissa Again



There are events that happen in your life that you are prepared for and have thought about and there are those that are completely unexpected. This is not a story, it is my memory of an encounter with an old friend that happened while attending a conference in Germany.

I am a near 50 male that works for a large company that does construction work in developing places. As part of my job, I often have to attend development conferences so we can work better together. The events here occurred during a meeting that was held in Munich. 

I married near the age of 30 and have been happily married for almost 20 years. Before getting married, I enjoyed many relationships with women, but because of my unpredictable schedule and constant moves, none of them panned out. One romance that lasted only a couple of months was with a beautiful medical worker that I met in my favorite local bar. She was a couple of years younger than me, and looked Spanish with pretty dark hair and deep brown eyes. Like me, she was a runner and in good shape. Her personality was outgoing, but reserved at the same time. She was classy and not one to quickly hop in the bed. As a matter of fact, we dated for a while and only had sex once and that was shortly before I moved from the area for a long trip overseas. I liked her, but the timing was poor and my lack of desire to maintain a long distance relationship spelled doom for us. We soon lost contact and both of our lives moved on. She was hurt at the way it ended and my leaving the way I did.

Nearly 20 years later I was sitting at the conference in Germany. Development conferences often have many sessions meeting at the same time. I was attending looking at infrastructure and there were other groups working things like medical and education systems meeting at the same time. During a morning break as I walked to get coffee I caught a glimpse of a fit lady with beautiful dark hair. I initially admired her build, nice body, pretty chest and the long black hair. It was only when I caught a better look at her profile that I recognized it as my old girlfriend, Marissa. I made no initial move toward her and instead continued watching her through the corner of my eye. She was in another session at the same conference. After getting my coffee, I returned to my meeting while thinking what I would do if we met. I wasn't sure how she would react towards me if we met. 

I finished the day with thinking of Marissa, with memories of both our time together and how it had ended on my mind. I did remember her being fun, but I mostly remembered laying together with her in bed, even though we had only had sex once. Often we simply made out or played without completing the deed. It is weird the things you remember, but for me it was kissing, her dark nipples and a pair of maroon silk panties that she had been wearing (and I had been trying unsuccessfully to remove). 

That evening there was a reception for conference attendees and I saw Marissa and this time she also saw me. When she saw me she raised her eyebrows in a surprised sort of way and we approached each other, with me feeling about cautious about getting too close. We said hello and asked how each was doing. We both beat around the bush with the usual life situation updates and discussed why we were at the conference. She was just returning from her time overseas and I was still getting ready to head back over. The conversation never really warmed up, but it was cordial and after a few minutes I excused myself feeling like the conversation had reached an end. We parted ways and continued to work the room after saying we would catch-up later in the week.

I felt bad after seeing her because we didn't spark when talking. The next night we again bumped into each other during the later part of the evening reception. I was slightly buzzed from drinking. She looked pretty and her pants highlighted a nice waist, ass and legs. She was still in great shape and had aged very well.

When we talked Marissa still seemed a bit reluctant to let her guard down. After a few minutes I just blurted out that I was sorry if I had hurt her. That seemed to be the turning point and she acknowledged that I had hurt her, but she was working on forgiving me. I asked her to join me for a drink in the hotel lounge and she agreed that she would. We soon left the reception and headed to the hotel bar.

We grabbed a booth at the lounge and sat across from each other. We talked about lives, marriages, kids and all sorts of things. The conversation allowed us to quickly reconnect and then she asked me if she could ask me a question. I told her I would only if I could ask her one back. So she smiled and nodded yes and then asked "Are you happy?" That was a tough question and I thought about it before answering that I was happy for the most part, but often felt ignored and not appreciated. I asked her the same question and she answered similarly. So, where was this going? 

After a couple more drinks, the body language was beginning to change and we were leaning in when talking to each other. Marissa was showing signs of being a bit drunk with her flushed cheeks. I asked her if she had always been faithful. She looked at me and then told me that she had not cheated, but often thought of cheating, but she didn't have the heart to ruin her marriage. I told her that I did play online because I found it exciting. 

It was clear that there was a connection and sexual tension between us. I then told her that one thing I always remembered about her was the maroon panties and how much they both turned me on. She was surprised I still remembered them. She blushed in embarrassment and then said she had to get up to her room to call home. I wasn't sure if I had blown it and we exchanged hugs, said goodnight and she left the bar. 

I went back to my room and as I got ready for bed I was still thinking of Marissa. I got online to check my mail and there was mail from Marissa that said "I really enjoyed seeing you tonight and now remember why I liked you so much." I sent back a thank you and told her the same and that I would think about her when I went to bed. She replied with "What does that mean?" and I told her to figure it out herself. She responded, "I can't believe you were into my panties...pig. I will think about you as well." 

The conference ended the next day noon and in the morning I got up to go for a run around a lake near the hotel. While on the far side of the lake I saw Marissa running toward me. She was wearing shorts that showed her beautiful legs and her nice body. I turned around to join her for the last couple of miles of the run. I ran behind her on the path admiring her ass and thighs. As we neared the hotel, I told her that she looked great and had aged very well. She said thanks and then I told her that I enjoyed having seen her again after all these years and that I hoped we could stay in touch, at least a bit. 

Marissa stopped and turned toward me and we got very close to each other. Then without warning she just leaned in and kissed me. It was a warm kiss that quickly led to us having our tongues intertwined. We moved closer pressing our bodies into each other. Not wanting to create a public spectacle, I motioned to Marissa and we moved off the path and into the woods where we stood before a tree kissing. My back was to the tree and we kissed lustily for a couple of minutes. I pulled her close and my hands began to drift down her back and I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. I was getting very horny and she felt great in my hands. Much to my disappointment, Marissa reached back and removed my hands from her ass while breaking broke off the kiss. She then just put her head down and said that kissing was a mistake and that she had to go. She turned and walked back to the hotel with me standing there trying to figure out what happened. After a minute I walked back to the hotel trying to make sense of it all. 

The conference ended later that morning and I left for the airport so I could catch my flight to Frankfurt and then on to New York. At the airport in Frankfurt, I saw Marissa waiting for the New York flight I was taking back to the states. While waiting to board, I walked over to Marissa and just told her I was sorry. She said she was sorry and that she hoped I understood that she didn't want to cross a boundary. We didn't say another word and were not seated near each other once onboard the flight. 

I thought about her on the flight not sure what to do and just sat there enjoying the meal. About two hours after take-off the pilot announced that we would be returning to Frankfurt due to an engine problem. As we approached Frankfurt they announced that our flight would not continue and we would be spending the night there and be put on another flight the next day. We landed and received hotel vouchers from the airline. 

While waiting for the luggage I saw Marissa on her phone and she looked agitated. I waited until she hung up and then walked over to her. She seemed irritated after her call and I asked her if where she was going to stay. She didn't know the area so I told her we could catch a shuttle to a local hotel. She agreed we were on our way. 

It was well after 9 p.m. when we checked into our own rooms and then met for dinner. Marissa told me that the flight being cancelled had angered her family and she was mad that they just did not seem to understand. We ate and then I asked if she wanted to hit the hotel sauna and steam room before calling it a night. Marissa made a face at me and then said she would. Shortly thereafter I went to the spa dressed in my hotel robe, showered and then entered the sauna. I wondered if she would actually show up. 

A couple of minutes later I heard the shower outside the sauna and then the door opened and in walked Marissa wrapped in a towel. I was sitting nude on my towel. She looked at me and then told me not to get any ideas. I smiled and told her not to worry. Marissa kept her towel on and sat on the nearby bench.

We talked a bit in the sauna and then I asked her if she wanted to go to the steam room. She said yes and told me to lead the way. I went into the steam room and quickly sat own so I could see her when she entered. To my delight, she removed her towel and I saw that she was completely bald down there. That image immediately went to my groin. I told her that seeing her naked excited me and she only smiled. When I moved to sit closer to her she told me that she did not want ruin things, so I stopped.

I told her that after seeing her naked, I was going to have to take care of business when I got back to my room. Marissa told me that with the flight problems and stress from being with me that she had a similar plan so that she could sleep. Her indicating that she was planning on masturbating made me very excited and I told her that it would be fun to see her pleasure herself. 

Quite unexpectedly, Marissa looked at me and then told me that she would let me watch, but that I could not touch her. I said "Yes" and then she said that she expected me to return the favor if she did it for me. I said "No problem, my pleasure." 

We quickly left the steam room, showered and walked to her room. When we went inside, she told me to sit down in a chair at the foot of her bed and I did. We were both still wearing our robes. Marissa told me she could not believe she was doing this and I told her it would be our secret. 

Marissa went over to her bed, sat down and then opened her robe as she laid back on her pillows, facing me. The sight of her body was amazing and I think my mouth fell open immediately. I asked Marissa how often she masturbated and she told me that she did a few times a week. While we talked she played with her breasts and pinched her nipples, all the time just staring at me. 

I opened my robe exposing my erect penis and Marissa smiled. She then spread her legs allowing me a full view of her gorgeous pussy. She moved one hand to her pussy and the other kept rubbing her breasts and stomach. Her pussy was completely shaven and the color of her red-painted fingernails disappearing inside her made me want to cum. I could tell Marissa was getting wet by the sounds of her breathing, the noise of her fingers in her pussy and she soon had both hands at her crotch. With one hand she fingered herself while with the other she played with her clit.

She closed her eyes and when I stood up to get a closer view she opened them while reminding me that there was "no touching" and I stayed a few feet away, lustily looking at her. Her breath began to labor and she soon began to reach her climax. Watching her cum was awesome and I could see the moisture in her crotch. It was fun seeing her stomach ripple as she had an orgasm and then began to wind down slowly. 

The entire time I was either lightly stroking or watching while trying not to blow my load. As she finished she looked at me and nodded which told me it was time for me to cum. With a few strokes, I soon had myself cumming in ropes onto her robe between her legs. None of it hit her and she smiled lustily. 

As I finished stroking, I took my finger and wiped the tip of my penis where some cum remained. I then offered her my finger and she reached out and pulled my finger to her mouth, tasting me. After swallowing, she smiled and then fingered herself and then offered them to me. I took a moment to smell them and then to taste her flowery goodness. It was awesome. 

After our orgasms, I noticed that it was now nearly 1 a.m. and getting late. I was also experiencing post-orgasm guilt and I could tell she was too. I said "Marissa, that was awesome." She told me that she enjoyed it as well, but that is was getting late and that I should probably get going. I told her I would see her in the morning, left and returned to my room. 

The next morning after waking and taking a shower, I went down to the hotel lobby to check out. While checking out the clerk hand me large sealed envelope. I could tell from the feel that there was something soft inside. After checking out, I moved away from the desk to open the envelope with some privacy. 

Inside the envelope was white silk bikini panties and a note. On the note Marissa had written- "I hate to run away like this, but I decided to try to catch an earlier flight back home. Last night was a fun reminder of why I liked you. Take these as a gift because I know that you enjoy them. I left a little reminder of me inside them." I pulled the panties from the envelope and noticed that they were used and then sniffed them while enjoying the sweet scent of my old girlfriend.



Meeting Mark



When my step-daughter said she was coming home from college to visit, we were pleased of course and somehow not surprised when she said she was bringing a guy who was “just a friend”. She has something of a naïve belief that guys just want to be friends with her, but of course it always turns into something else. She truly seems to have no clue that she’s way too hot for guys to be “just friends” with. For my part, of course I couldn’t resist giving her a hard time about it. I started teasing her about her “friend” and she insisted that he was just that. I persisted and reminded her of all the other just friends that she’d had previously and she finally said that this one was definitely just a friend because he’s gay. I assumed she was just trying to shut me up, and who could blame her, but she went on to explain that he’s something of a militant for rights on campus and leads a couple of organizations not just for gay rights, but for a number of other causes as well. This finally shut me up which is never easy to do.

That night I was feeling especially frisky with my wife and of course she took the opportunity to tease me about the cause of my arousal. She stroked my cock and teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She and I have shared many fantasies involving me being with another man and she didn’t miss the chance to point out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn’t act on it. Nevertheless, we had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual and that really turned us both on even more.

The next weekend they arrived on Friday night in time for dinner. Introductions were made all around and as I met Mark, I have to admit that the fact that he was gay was front and center in my mind. Throughout dinner, I kept having thoughts of him having sex with another man, he was good looking and well built, though not overly so. His personality was similar as well, assertive and sure, but not cocky. It was really a good conversation through dinner when I could follow it. I hoped that my distraction didn’t show or at least that no one would guess the cause. Our step-daughter decided she was going to take our daughter shopping the next morning and Mark said he was going to have to stay here and get caught up on a little school work if nobody minded. We said of course not and then my wife looked at me sort of slyly and said, “Actually, I have to go into work for a while in the morning anyway”.

As we climbed into bed that night, my wife reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and stroked it slowly and said, “Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?” 

I laughed and said no rather weakly. She stroked my cock slowly for a minute and I felt like I was going to cum already when she stopped and said, “Well I’m going to leave this alone just in case, so you’re good and ready”. My balls suddenly ached even more and my hand went to my cock, but she stopped me and I moaned, “You bitch”. She replied, “That’s right”, with a smile. It took me a long time to fall to sleep.

I slept later than usual and only woke when my wife came in the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that our daughters were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing some computer work and was then going to leave as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. It jumped readily and my balls resumed aching and she said, “I’ll take care of that later if you don’t get any other offers” and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and a little while later she came back to give me a kiss as she was leaving. What I didn’t know was that part of her “computer work” was leaving some of the erotic stories I’d written open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using this morning. She knew they’d be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action. All the stories that I’d written involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and submission.

I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, my cock rose and I began to stroke it slowly. I had to admit, that my mind wandered to Mark again. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with a gay man was arousing enough, but there was something about him that was very erotic as well. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for my wife when she got home. I had to try hard to divert my mind to something that would allow my erection to deflate despite its repeated arousal without satisfaction, but eventually, I resumed my shower in relative distraction. I got out and toweled off and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my bureau as usual. What wasn’t usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock.

I stopped, in shock and stupidly said, “Mark, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer for some time and then said slowly, “I’m stroking my cock.”

I couldn’t say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, “You need to leave.”

He didn’t move and didn’t answer at first, then said, “Do I. It looks like your cock says otherwise.”

My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped, I stared and couldn’t look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was forced to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, “You’re hungry aren’t you?”

I nodded my head in shame and hunger.

He smiled and said, “You want to suck my cock don’t you?”

I nodded my head again.

“That’s not good enough. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck your cock”, I said with a trembling voice.

“I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don’t just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don’t you.”

It was not a question and he knew the answer of course. “Oh god yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want to you to give me all your hot cum”, I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock.

I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He forced my head up with it, to look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn’t. He said, “Where do you want my cum?”

“Everywhere” was all I could say.

He smiled. A sort of wry smiled that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. “I’m going to give it to you everywhere before we’re done,” he said, “but I’m going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed.”

I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. “Tell me what you want”, he panted.

“Cum on my face. Oh god, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please Mark. Please. Please.” I ranted.

I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the force of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top and he straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, “Suck my cock”.

I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly choked, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. “That’s it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I saw you. Yea, take it you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh god Steve, you are such a cock hungry slut. I’m going to fuck your face and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. His hand pressed to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. “Get on your knees, bitch. I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours now.”

The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me”, he commanded.

“Oh god, fuck my ass”, I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him.

“Shut up slut”, he barked. “Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me.”

I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly forced my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out moaning.

“You are such a horny bitch”, he taunted. “Work another finger in there so my cock doesn’t split you open.”

“Please, just fuck me”, I moaned, but I complied, forcing a second finger into my ass.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright. I’m going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I’m going to fuck it until it milks my cum. I’m going to fill your slut ass with hot cum.” 

His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out and quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh yea, fuck me”, I panted.

His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn’t fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to force myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breath, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass and my cum start to flow as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my wife standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did and it wasn’t the last time that morning for any of us. 



Meeting Marla



It started out as a typical Sunday morning for me. I woke up around 5:30, made coffee and logged into the computer to read a few Literotica stories. 

At about 7:00 AM I took a quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and headed for my favorite diner for breakfast. Although the place was already starting to get crowded, I managed to get a two person booth and began to read the Sunday newspaper sports section, which I had brought with me from home. I glanced up from time to time to see who was coming in and I took notice of a woman who was talking to the hostess. By her mannerisms, I had the feeling the woman seemed a bit perturbed. She was shaking her head as if to say "NO". She then looked at her watch and pointed back my way. Now the hostess was shaking her head "No"

Just then, the waitress came by to take my order. I ordered my usual, two eggs over easy, home fries, crisp bacon, rye toast and coffee. (At 58, it was certainly not the breakfast my doctor would recommend). I returned to the sports section to catch up on the previous evenings' baseball scores.

A moment later, the hostess and the woman were standing by my booth.

"This woman says she know you, sir", stated the hostess in a rather annoyed tone.

Before I could reply, the woman said, "Hi, I thought it was you. Mind if I join you for breakfast?" and proceeded to lean over, give me a peck on the cheek before sliding into the seat across from me.

She was quite attractive with medium length dark hair, a shapely body featuring very large breasts and ample hips. The woman was wearing a short black dress that clung to her body and looked something like a long tank top. Her make-up was a little on the heavy side for my taste. 

I stuttered something like, "Oh. Hi. Sure, join me." By that time she was already seated.

After the hostess left, the woman apologized, explaining that she just got off work and was famished.

"No problem." I replied. "I could use the company."

"I'm Marla and I don't do this all the time."

"Hi, Marla. I'm Bill. Nice to meet you"

The waitress brought me my breakfast and asked if Marla wanted to order something.

She replied, "Sure. I'll have what he's having," pointing to my plate. "Except, I'll have the link sausage instead of the bacon."

Marla was very easy to talk to. She told me she was forty nine, divorced for a little over a year and had a daughter in college. "My ex was a real asshole," she told me. Then cupping both hands under her boobs and lifting slightly, she said, "He made me get these." "Thirty Four C's weren't big enough for him, he had to have Thirty Six Double D's." Marla explained that she told her hubby that there was no way they could afford the boob job, but he convinced her to put them on her credit card. "Six months later, the creep left my for some young bimbo and now I'm trying to pay for college and these tits." Marla told me that she was holding down two jobs. A receptionist at a doctor's office Monday through Friday and then Friday & Saturday nights she worked from 11:00 PM until 7:00 AM worked at ASN. 

I had no idea what ASN was and she told me it was a new premium cable television channel, The Adult Shopping Network. She normally worked behind the scenes helping to get models dressed in lingerie or prepping the displays of adult toys and lotions. Occasionally, she would get in front of the camera as a "mature" model. Laughing, she said, "Mature." "That's a nice way to say old and chunky."

The waitress brought Marla's breakfast and freshened up our coffees as we continued our conversation. 

It was obvious she needed to vent about her ex, at one point holding up a sausage link on her fork, smiling and proclaiming, "This little link is bigger than he was."

"The bastard was all about himself." "As long as he got his rocks off, he didn't care one bit about my needs and desires." Marla went on and on about her sex life or lack there of. 

We were finishing up our breakfasts when Marla told me I was a good listener and asked if I would want to continue our conversation over more coffee at her apartment. 

When the waitress brought our check, I grabbed it and over Marla's mild objections paid it with a generous tip.

Walking out, Marla put her arm around mine and whispered, "Now I owe you."

As I walked toward my car, Marla told me we didn't have to drive as she lived in the apartment complex just on the other side of the parking lot.

When we entered her place, she told me to make myself at home. She was going to put the coffee on and then grab a quick shower. 

I looked around her living room and took notice of her CD's and DVD's. Marla's taste in music was similar to mine, late sixties, early seventies rock. Dylan, The Band, The Beatles, Eric Clapton and the Rolling Stones filled her CD rack. I couldn't help to notice that the DVD's on her bookshelf were mostly chick flicks, but there were a half a dozen X Rated ones also.

I must have looked embarrassed when she came back into the room and I was reading the description of one of the videos, "Back Door Pleasures". 

Marla just laughed and said in her best sales voice, "Available in both DVD and VHS from the Adult Shopping Network." "By the way, coffee's ready."

I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she reached into cabinet for coffee mugs. After showering she had put on a short, silky button down nightshirt that rode up revealing her sheer, black, French cut panties as she stood on her tiptoes to get the mugs down.

When Marla poured the coffee and turned around to bring me a cup, she noticed the substantial bulge in my shorts, as seeing her sexy outfit had me aroused.

She handed me the coffee and before I could thank her, she reached down and rubbed my cock through my shorts saying, "Oh my. Is all that for me?" Marla got down on her knees, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them to the floor. "I think I know how I can pay you back for breakfast", she said, as she released the throbbing member from my boxers.

I never thought of myself as huge, but a full seven and a half plus inches with well above average girth had Marla hypnotized. She stroked it gently before bringing it to her lips. All of a sudden she started to go crazy on it. Sucking it with her lips and stroking it with her hand at the same time. Occasionally, as she would take it entirely into her throat she would gag a bit then back off to grab a quick breath before devouring it again.

At one point, with her saliva and my precum dripping down her chin she exclaimed, "God, sucking cock really turns me on." "I'm soaking wet and just may cum myself."

I was very close to the edge and to her dismay, I pushed her head away. She asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing was wrong, that I was too close to cumming. 

Marla's reply to that was, "It's OK baby, I love the taste and want swallow your entire load."

With one sweeping motion I pushed everything off the kitchen table and forced her to lie down on it. She was on her back with her head dangling over the end. I quickly forced my cock back into her mouth and began to fuck it. This position opened her throat to me and I noticed her right hand worked its way down and into her panties. Here I was, fucking this woman's mouth while she fingered herself. I was so turned on. 

Marla was frantically fingering herself with one hand and guiding my cock in and out of her mouth with the other one. After a very short time she began to writhe on the table lifting herself up slightly then closing her legs on her hand yelling and grunting, "Oh God, I'm cumming." "So good." "Cumming so hard." "Oh yes. Oh yes."

With that, I couldn't hold back any longer as my cock exploded its seed into her mouth. A seemingly never ending series of pulses filled her throat as she attempted to swallow my load. It was futile as the large amount of cum dripped out of the corners of her mouth.

As my cock softened, I pulled it from her mouth and she got up from the table. Marla excused herself to "freshen up a bit" and on her way to the bathroom turned around and laughingly said, "I think we're even."

I laughed and answered back. "No, breakfast was way cheap, now I owe you."

A few minutes later Marla returned without her nightshirt on. She was gorgeous standing there with just panties on and a small amount of dark pubic hair escaping from them. 

"So, you owe me?" "I'll know just how you're going to repay me." She led me by the hand to the living room, laid down on the sofa, put one foot on the floor and one leg over the back spreading herself wide and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Ravenous." I replied

I knelt between her legs and began licking her pussy through the sheer panties. She gasped and told me her ex wouldn't go down on her as he thought it was disgusting. I pulled her panties to the side and licked her slowly up and down her slit stopping just before the clit. Her head was thrashing back and forth. She stopped me momentarily to virtually rip off her panties then forced my head back down between her legs. I licked up one thigh then up and down her labia and down the other thigh. I took my fingers and spread her lips then concentrated on her clit, first barely touching it with my tongue, then sucking on it hard. I slipped two fingers deep in her and began finger fucking her as I nibbled on her clit. She quickly took both her hands and placed them on the back of my head forcing it down on her cunt while lifting her hips off the sofa. With that, she let out a blood curdling scream, squeezed her legs together on my head and began an orgasm that just flooded my mouth with her cum. 

She threw her head back with her eyes closed and I thought she might have passed out. As she opened her eyes I knew it was time for me to enter her. I spread her legs back apart and taking my cock in my hand rubbed it up and down her soaking wet slit.

Marla, knowing what I was about to do, mildly protested. "I can't take anymore." "I've never had an orgasm that hard before." 

I said, "Marla, you're going to take my cock. All of it, every single inch." With that, I forced myself inside of her.

She obviously wasn't kidding about her husband' small dick because she was very tight. Even as lubricated as she was from her own cum, it was difficult getting my girth into her. She grunted and moaned as I forced my cock deeper and deeper inside. I pulled almost completely out, then rammed my way deeper with each thrust. 

"Oh God it hurts." "Don't stop." "Go slow." "No. Go faster and harder." Marla couldn't decide what she wanted. The discomfort was replaced by ecstasy and I saw her eyes roll back in her head as I pounded her again and again. She now was taking in all of my cock, once again screaming that she was about to cum. "Oh Bill. Fuck me, Fuck me hard." "Please don't stop." "Give me that thick cock." With one final thrust I released my load into her. The warm feeling of my cum spurting in sent her to another orgasm even more intense than the last.

Completely spent we both fell asleep with my softened cock still inside of her. 

When I awoke, Marla was sitting in an overstuffed chair lightly playing with herself and watching a movie with the remote control in her other hand. "Finally awake?" she asked. "I thought you'd never wake up." She had put her silky nightshirt back on, albeit unbuttoned, but had left her panties off.

It was almost 1:00 PM so I must have been sleeping for a couple of hours. I noticed that on the side table beside her, Marla had assembled some interesting items. She told me she brought out a few of the items they sold on ASN and that I was the perfect candidate to try them out. KY silk lotions, both tingling and warm types, a butt plug, a couple of different vibrators and dildos, it was quite the assortment. 

Marla had slipped in the video I was looking at earlier telling me, "You seemed interested in this DVD, so I thought I'd play it."

At my age, I didn't think I could "get up" again this soon, but the toys and video did the trick and I was once more getting hard.

Getting up from the chair, Marla said "I have an idea, you sit here and I'll be your sex slave." 

After I took her place in the chair, Marla turn her back to me, bent slightly forward and lifted up her nightshirt, showing me her round bottom with a small butt plug already in her anus. 

"Does this do anything for you?" she asked, wiggling her ass at me.

I was still completely naked and since my cock was at attention it was a rhetorical question.

Marla climbed up on the chair and completely straddling the arms lowered herself onto my cock until it was almost completely hidden inside her pussy. Her breasts were in my face and I kissed then nibbled her nipple. 

"Bite them" she begged. 

So I took a little nip with my teeth.

"Harder, bite harder" she sighed.

I did just that and she began to ride me. Up and down she went picking up speed with every downward thrust. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands to lift her then drop her each time pressing against the plug in her bud.

She was slamming herself down on me while I licked her breasts and toyed her ass plug.

I didn't know if I could make it much longer without exploding again but with a shiver and a shake she beat me to it and her orgasm again was flooding my cock with her cum.

Coming back down from the wave that beset her, Marla asked, "Bill?" "Would you ahhhh, ummm, put it in my butt?" I'm not sure she thought it was something I wanted to do as she explained her ex would never do "that" thinking it was dirty. 

She didn't have to ask me twice though. I grabbed the KY bottles from the table and put some of the warmth type and some of the tingling type on my hands and began to stroke it on my cock. 

"How would you like it," I asked

"I'll bend over the arm of the chair, like the woman in the movie." She answered, pointing toward the TV.

With that she removed the plug and bent over the soft arm of the chair.

I slowly circled the head of my cock around her bud and felt her tense up a little.

"Try to relax, I'll go slowly," I told her and began to press the head in. It took a little coaxing but finally the head pushed through her sphincter.

Marla let out a groan and told me it hurt. I told her it would feel better once she got used to it. I just kept telling her to try and relax as I slowly pushed forward a little at a time.

I only had about a third of my cock in her ass when she begged, "Please take it out" "It's too thick." "It really hurts."

I stopped and grabbed a vibrator from the table and turned it on, telling her that I was going to put it in her pussy to take her mind off the pain. The rotating balls and jelly like texture of the dildo slipped easily into her well lubricated pussy and she gasped.

I could feel the vibrator on my cock through the thin wall between her pussy and ass and knew that no matter what, I just had to finish.

Breathing very heavily, she began moaning and groaning. I resumed my penetration. "Oh Bill, it still hurts." "Don't go any further." She cried. With that I slapped her on the ass and rammed my cock all the way home. 

Marla screamed, but it was too late. I was pulling about half way out and ramming back in her. She threw her head back and grabbed the vibrator in her hand and started fucking herself with it. 

"Don't stop." "Fuck my little asshole." "That's it." "Oh Bill, it feels so good now." "Keep going." "Don't stop." She kept screaming.

Her begging for more put me over the top again and I unloaded another load of cum, this time deep into her bowels. 

She must have loved that, as with the first jerk of cum from my cock she started yelling that she was cumming again and again and again.

My cock softened in her ass and as I pulled it out, a small trickle of blood mixed with my semen leaked from her wide open anus.

After a few moments of silence, Marla was able to lift herself off of the arm of the chair and turn around.

"You bastard!" She yelled, lifting her arm to slap me.

I caught Marla's arm by the wrist before her hand reached my face and pulled her to me. I gave her a sensual kiss on the lips and she responded in kind wrapping her arms around me.

We made our way over to the sofa, where we held each other talking about "things". 

Marla wanted me to stay over, but unfortunately, I needed to go home pack for an out of town visit to old friends I had scheduled months ago. We did, however, make a date for breakfast the following Saturday.



Meeting Martha



There is one wonderful thing about waiting for your submissive to arrive, you know she won't be late, well not unless she has a really good reason or really enjoys pain, degradation and humiliation. Today, however, I was impatient. Why? Because I'd never met Martha before. We had been playing on-line for almost two years now, but really being in control of her, her responses and reactions beyond all doubt, actually in the flesh, that had lain far beyond my wildest dreams; we lived so far apart. I knew exactly what she looked like, right down to the last intimate detail. I had never demanded photographs for the sake of curiosity or as proof of her obedience, ultimately you need faith and trust, but I had used them to humiliate her. My collection showed her in the most outrageous of poses often with a selection of sex toys and other objects sprouting from various orifices or, sometimes, covered in lipstick scrawled obscenities. I had my camera and a lipstick handy, ready for her stay.

The collection of toys that I had assembled was completely functional but a little improvised. We were only meeting because I had been despatched to the States on business. When I had mentioned that destination I was to be dispatched to Martha had declared that I was being sent to 'her town,' declaring with enthusiasm that it was 'a sign.' So she had been the one to propose that I took charge of her physically and, at my whim, used or abused her for my own sensuous gratification. Dominant I might be but previously I had been too scared to even consider such a possibility: I know something precious when I own it, our partnership was one thing I had not the least inclination to spoil and Martha's enduring obedience was priceless so far as I was concerned. Still, once the offer had been made, it was an opportunity that I could no longer even imagine passing up. The way US airports scan luggage though I had not dared to pack toys and so I had had to assemble a collection of instruments for delivering pleasure and pain locally.

I had ordered a cab and a very bewildered driver had taken me to a huge shopping complex, literally a sprawl, right out on the edge of town. First I visited a builders store; screw-eyes, dowel, some dinky brass fixtures, candles, a well insulated ice-bucket, a plastic bowl, a packet of clothes pegs, pins they called them, and a small hand saw had all gone into my trolley. At a vast household emporium I had added: soft cotton rope, a wooden spoon, a ball of string, two toothbrushes, shoe laces, a stiff shoe brush, six dog collars and a bundle of garden canes to my collection. A sports store had supplied me with me practice golf balls. Finally, an outsized pharmacy had provided me with an equally outsized tub of petroleum jelly; Martha was going to suffer at my hands but I did not want her becoming sore. I had bought a sleep mask at the airport on my way out, in case you thought that I had forgotten a blindfold.

After I returned to my hotel I made a foray to a local sex shop; bookstore indeed. Nipple-clamps, a string of beads each slightly larger than the last, a small but powerful bullet and a rabbit all went into my basket. I really wanted a wand but they aren't cheap and, even if I had the nerve to pack it, the US voltage would make it useless when I returned home. Once I had these items I was all set, leather belts and a silk tie were packed before I even left home. A hotel room is not the ideal place to amuse yourself with a new sex slave but it would have to do. Anyway me, Martha and my camera could go out for walks whilst they made up my room. Yes, lucky me indeed, Martha was staying from Friday evening until Monday morning, sixty four glorious hours. I didn't ask what she had done with her hubby, I knew little about her domestic situation except that Martha regarded being instructed to seduce hubby as a punishment rather than a pleasure.

Whilst I waited I flipped through some photographs of Martha on my tablet, they made my already almost painfully stiff prick twitch in my trousers an ooze clear sticky goo. She was twenty years younger than I, in her early thirties. Her dark brown, almost black, hair was thick and lustrous, framing her face with natural waves and not quite falling into her dark brown eyes. The origins of her forebears were clearly Mediterranean, her olive skin attested to that and a love of pasta was alluded to by her ample breasts with their almost brown nipples and her well rounded bottom. Her mons was padded, her labia crinkled and prominent, pouting proudly just asking for clamps or clips to be applied. When we first began to play she had sported a dense bush of black pubic hair but for well over a year I had delighted in sending her to have this waxed away regularly.

Through the wonders of the internet I had found a delightful place for her to have her pubic ripped from her flesh. They waxed not only her pudendum and inside the crack of her buttocks but finished off their handiwork by removing any stray hairs with tweezers. That just had to hurt. For the three days before she was waxed I would make Martha go without orgasm, edging herself four times each day, thus ensuring that when she arrived to be waxed she was on a sexual hair-trigger. And, by the end of each of her appointments, either despite the pain, or possibly because of it, she was always really wet and horny and desperate to masturbate. To make things worse for her, once the waxing and tweezering was completed the girl rubbed a thick, soothing, perfumed lotion into Martha's sex and, whilst she was careful never to touch Martha's clitoris or the entrance to her sex, her usual girl always caught her anus with a finger just before the end. This, Martha had confessed to me, never failed to make her gasp with pure lust, leaving her more needful than ever. Martha had also confided that after the girl had triggered her that way, if she were ever to commence massaging her clitoris Martha would be completely powerless to stop her, would almost certainly come and probably in record time.

So successful were the effects of imposing this style of orgasm denial upon Martha that I had had her spent the previous two days without orgasm also edging herself four times each day. On the Wednesday she had had to bring herself to the brink of a climax with her vibrator, wait ten minutes and then repeat the procedure. As she had come several times on the Tuesday morning, a delightful session I had led her through on Yahoo, I knew that on Wednesday she would not feel all that horny. Well even by bedtime Wednesday that had all changed and she was all fired up once again.

I had her perform her last double edging in bed immediately before she tried to settle to sleep and then ordered her to play with her nipples for five minutes afterwards. Apparently it had taken her a good while to settle down after that as she tossed and turned, longing to slide a hand between her slippery thighs.

Aware that her need would have built as she slept I had made Thursday even more intensely arousing. As I had anticipated she had woken hot and horny so I had her take herself to the brink using just her fingers whilst wearing thick ski gloves. It might not sound sexy but it is protracted and cumbersome leaving poor Martha so frustrated that she is almost angry. At lunch time she had had to repeat the process in a stall of the restroom at work. I don't usually make her masturbate in public toilets - sordid is the only word for such activities - but our impending session together had made it a special occasion so not only had I ordered her to masturbate there but demanded that, apart from the ski gloves, she be naked too: very sordid indeed, almost squalid.

Martha's third session of edging had to be undertaken as soon as she arrived home, carried out in the kitchen just wearing the gloves, of course, heels, stockings and suspenders; bright red heels and suspenders, black stockings with a seam. I prefer this over making her go naked because if anyone sees her dressed like that they know instantly that it must be all about sexual gratification. Her kitchen has no blinds and the room can be overlooked from a local apartment block. When I order this Martha has admitted that she crawls along the floor, almost wriggling along on her belly, just as quickly as she can and secretes herself under the kitchen table.

Thursday's final session of edging had been set immediately before bed, with Martha sitting in a chair, legs spread wide as she could manage, watching herself masturbate in the long mirror next to the shower with her horse tail butt-plug protruding from her arse and circles of lipstick around her nipples. She had had to send me two pictures of that, a full length shot and a close up of her wet pussy. Not only did her red-pink lips glisten with her copious womanly secretions but thick white juices were oozing from her pussy, dribbling down the curve of her slot and puddling on the rim of her butt-plug.

This morning I had changed the nature of her tease once again, well variety is the spice of life. Delight of delights and a favourite tease of mine, she had to bring herself as close as she dare to a climax by rubbing a silk scarf back and forth between the lips of her sex. This procedure has to be entirely hands free as she needs her hands to draw the scarf back and forth. As a consequence, even when Martha is unbearably randy it takes her an age. Of course after two days of serious edging it was, to all intents, a form of torture, leaving her soaking, desperate and close to tears.

For her journey to work I had ordered her bra and pantyless with both her medium butt-plug and her Ben-Wa balls inserted and insisted that she used public transport for the journey. This I know she hates, leaving the car behind makes her anxious, having no panties on makes her feel really insecure and being braless is really uncomfortable; all that Mediterranean pasta I expect. I had never combined all three together before but I knew she would be in a state by the end of the journey and when Martha gets 'into a state' like that it causes her juices to gush and she clamps down on the butt-plug involuntarily, over and over again. Those repeated reminders of her anal invader, I had discovered long ago, made her wetness pool all the more rapidly and, this morning, she would have soon been worrying about making a dark damp patch on her skirt. Following my instruction she would have been wearing a light grey cotton skirt, so a wet spot would certainly have shown: I like to think of these little extra details, pile the pressure on, make her squirm and writhe with anxiety. I had left her a choice, I am after all, deep down inside, generous of sprit: apply her bare bottom to the seat of the bus last sat on by Lord knows whom wearing heaven knows what or sit on her skirt and risk making a mark.

Once she had arrived at work she was permitted to put on a bra but even with that necessary concession to her decency she had the problem of what to do with the toys: risk being caught washing and rinsing them in a basin in the restroom or dump the plug into a plastic bag and pray that no one could smell the thing. I know she can't bear to keep the plug or the balls in all day long so it was a dilemma that she would have to face up to at some point during her day.

Martha's lunchtime edging would have been fun too, another long session with the silk scarf and this time I had specified she could do this anywhere but in the restrooms. This usually meant she had to lock herself away in a store cupboard or hide in a dark corner of the records library in the basement. Wherever she went a previous disobedience had earned her an extra difficulty. She had come twice on Sunday when I had told her to come just once, so wherever she chose for this edging it had be done with the doors to the room left unlocked. Having to edge by rubbing the scarf between the lips of her sex whilst wearing her skirt was going to make it a long slow process indeed. Moreover behind unlocked doors, totally free of panties she would hardly dare to take off her skirt for her edging, or would she? I could never tell with Martha, sometimes she was unusually bold, brazen even.

Ten seconds before six, just ten little seconds to go now, the butterflies in my tummy were performing acrobatics. Still that could be nothing to how Martha felt at that instant. I expected she was stood outside the door of my room watching the sweep hand of a virtual clock on her cell phone. Knock too soon or too late and that would earn her fifty spanks to each cheek of her bottom with another spank to each cheek for every second that she was early or late. The spanks I had warned her about, but would I select the spoon, my belt or a cane to chastise her? That, together with the likely indignity of the position she would have to adopt for her spanking, those were the uncertainties she would be concentrating upon with. I lit a candle for her.

As Martha stood in the corridor waiting, arm probably poised to knock she would certainly be nervous, probably scared, possibly terrified and definitely dripping with her own sexual secretions. At that particular instant she must be feeling very vulnerable indeed. I had left my pass to the spa and pool of the hotel at the reception for her, tucked in an envelope. As she waited outside of my room she had to be naked, only covered by a white, hotel issue, towelling robe; her clothes and bag left behind in a locker in the changing rooms with the key lodged safely beyond her reach; handed to reception in the envelope to be kept for me to collect. The only possessions she would have with her were the butt-plug in the left pocket of the robe and her Ben-Wa balls in the right pocket. Her money, credit cards, keys and, most importantly of all these days, her phone were locked securely away in the changing rooms in the basement of the hotel. Immediately before Martha had ascended to my floor she would have carried out her third edging of the day, so I was confident that at this instant not only was she desperate to be let into my room but also on fire with lust and desire. 

"Enter, it's not locked" I cried out in response to her confident knock, 'damn she had left me with no excuse to spank her right away.' "Shut the door and drop the robe on the floor." I called as I heard her step through the door. "Don't move. There is a gag on the shelf by the door, fit it good and tight, then don the sleep mask and only after that come down the passage into the room proper." Well it is so much more humiliating to be poked and prodded by someone you have never even seen before. To have your most intimate of places exposed to the gaze a stranger who will then examine them minutely. To suffer nips, pinches, slaps and spanks from someone who you only know as a row of letters on a computer screen. All the while realising that ultimately this person is going to invade and perhaps stretch each and everyone of your orifices. You with no knowledge of just who is doing these things to you, what they are doing them with, what they might do next or how long they will continue to tease and torment you.



Meeting Mary



This is a work of fiction. Or is it?

It had been quite some time since they had first met. Years in fact, since they had first spoken to each other. And now, they were finally meeting, meeting after all the e-mails and late night chats and talking on the phone. They had planned it, thought out every detail, but none of their planning would be adequate for the reality that awaited both.

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Mary had been sitting at the lounge bar for just a few minutes when the first man had hit on her. She had on a black cocktail dress that showed her figure well. Soft curves and fit legs with 4 inch toeless black heels made her a bit of a looker. At 45 years old with her long blond hair done up and wearing her glasses she looked just like a school teacher meeting someone for a date. And she was, just not anyone from around here.

Turning to look at the gentlemen that had offered to buy her a drink she politely declined and turned back to waiting.

Sitting there Mary let her mind wander, she wondered what he would look like, what his first thought upon seeing her would be, just little things that made her wonder. She had seen pictures of him of course. They had even chatted on a webcam a few times, but still, she couldn't get it out of her mind that he might not be real.

Taking a nut out of the bowl on the bar in front of her with her painted nails she placed it between her lips and cracked it slightly with her teeth and chewed slowly, her mind still lost in thought. What was he going to be wearing she thought? What would he say when he first got here? More importantly what would she say? With these thoughts going through her head she didn't notice the young man sit down beside her until after few moments.

"Hello Mary." The young man said.

Mary still lost in thought didn't realize who was speaking to her for a moment. Then realization came to her that she knew that voice and she turned.

She came face to face with the man she had been fantasizing about for months, the one man who had held her imagination captive with thoughts of lust and wonder. This man, 30 years old with big muscles and almost 6 feet tall was sitting beside her, the man she had wanted for so long was finally here. Brown hair and blue eyes gazed at her with a slight twinkle of amusement. She gazed at him for a moment before shaking herself and speaking.

"Bobby! Hello to you too!" She laughed as she reached around and hugged the younger man.

As their arms encircled each other they each tucked their faces into the others neck, inhaling the scent of a man and a woman. Both reveling in the embrace each had waited for so long, just a simple touch.

Pulling back Mary held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes smiling, seeing the smile returned by her friend. Lightly she trailed her fingers over his jaw and down to his lips, her fingers soft and gentle, a lover's caress. 

Bobby opened his mouth slightly as the tip of her finger dipped inside he sucked lightly on the tip as she slowly withdrew it. 

"I've waited for months now Bobby, I don't want to wait any longer..." Mary whispered as she let her hand fall into his.

"Me either sweetie." Bobby smiling whispered back.

Tossing some money down on the bar Mary quickly grabbed her purse and almost jerked Bobby up from where he was sitting as she walked briskly out of the lounge to the elevator. Bobby just laughed softly as he kept up with her.

The elevator bell chimed and they both got on, along with two business men talking about the local hockey game. 

On the ride up Mary snuck quick peeks at him, with Bobby doing the same. Both smiling and waiting for it to reach the 6th floor. When it finally chimed 6 they both moved around the two business guys and walked/ran to their room.

Mary now shaking slightly, almost bouncing as her lover got his room key out and unlocked the door. Shoving it open Mary grabbed his hand and quickly dragged him inside while he laughed as her eagerness.

Inside Mary turned and kissed him long and deep, a frantic kiss trying to inhale and consume every last drop of his essence. Bobby for his part kissed her back, dueling his tongue with hers.

Pulling back after a minute, both breathless now, Mary turned around and told him to unzip her dress while tossing her glasses over onto the nightstand.

Bobby thinking that a good student always does as told grinned and slowly pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. 

"Undress me baby..." She whispered.

Bobby using both hands ran them lightly up her spine, fingers moving over her muscles, over her black lace bra strap, to the top of her shoulders. He slid his hands palms down onto her shoulders and gently under the straps. Moving his hands to either side of her shoulders he gently moved the straps to the side and let the dress pool down at her feet.

Moving his hands lower he ran them over her womanly hips past her black panties to her thighs and back up to the snap on her bra. Gently he undid it and let it hang loose. Leaning close he whispered in her ear.

"Turn around sweetie..." He whispered.

Mary turned around with a slightly dazed expression on her face. Flushed and hot she was ready, so very ready to mate with this man of hers. Looking into his smiling eyes she couldn't help but want to taste his lips again. Bringing his head down she kissed him lightly and told him to hurry.

Bobby still smiling slowly sank to his knees as Mary watched. Taking both hands he gently put his thumbs under each side of her panties and slowly pulled. They gave slowly, each side going down and down, the very center slowly unfolding and revealing her shaved and aroused pussy. Getting her panties to her feet Bobby told her to step out of them. As Mary picked up her feet one at a time, he slipped off her heels as well as the panties from her.

Standing he gently took his hands and cupped each of her tits in his hands, gently kneading them through her bra, making her pant. Leaning down he kissed her ear and whispered.

"Lay down on the bed Mary..." He breathed.

Mary groaning now with her eyes closed sat on the bed and shaking lay back, aching and longing for the moment to come.

Bobby slowly took his clothes off, his shoes and socks first, his shirt next revealing his sculpted, but hairy chest and arms. And next came his pants and boxer-briefs, those finally releasing his very hard cock, already dripping with pre-cum, ready to mount with this woman beneath him.

Bobby fought with himself as he climbed on the bed. Part of him wanted to ravage this willing female, but another part of him, the part that was under control knew he wanted to savor this moment, this seduction. Running his hand along her thighs and up her hips he came to her tits. Gently he pulled the straps and brought the bra down her arms and finally her wondrous tits came into view for him. Twin mounds of delightful goodness, aureoles as big as a small saucer, nipples as big as dimes, he longed to touch them, but he knew not yet, not yet.

Moving down between his lovers legs he gently cupped his hands under her ass and slid her forward on the bed, giving him room to work.

Starting at her feet he gently kissed, rubbed and tickled her painted toes with his tongue, causing Mary to groan and giggle. Working his hands over her calves he trailed soft kisses and little licks of his tongue up her legs working those oh so important sensitive parts of her body. Hands kneading, rubbing, stroking, building it up, constantly building up desire with his lover. He knew she was hot and ready now, but he wanted to wait, wanted to savor as much as he could.

Working his way up he was now at top of her legs. His hands circled her mature hips and using just his finger tips and the tip of his tongue he traveled between the valley of her thighs. He rubbed her thighs gently, coming close to the treasure in the center but not quite coming in contact with those dew-laden lips. He traced his tongue on the outside of her, inhaling that powerful female scent, letting his tongue tickle and tease.

Mary almost cried aloud in protest when she felt his tongue and hands go higher, leaving her panting and moaning in protest as he started trailing kisses along her stomach, past her belly button.

Bobby now trailed his tongue to the underside of her breasts gently kissed them with small suctioning kisses, very light, not enough to make marks as his hands cupped them.

Using his hands he gently encircled the tops of her tits and squeezed gently, making her aureoles and nipples bulge out. He gently squeezed them a few more times before he released them bringing an almost gasped protest from Mary, who was practically writhing now on the bed. Smiling to himself Bobby made his way up to his lover's neck where he gently took her ear into his teeth and nibbled causing her to gasp. Running his hands up to grab hers and hold them above her head he gently traced her ear with his tongue, running it from the lobe to the arch and back down causing her to nearly scream in frustration.

Moving his head around to face her he saw she was squirming and writhing with her eyes closed, desperate to end the sweet torture of his teasing.

"Open your eyes Mary." He whispered.

Mary opening her eyes gazed at her man with lust crazed eyes and quickly engulfed his mouth with hers, fighting to get as much of her lover's tongue as she could, sucking hard.

After a moment Bobby pulled back causing Mary to groan again. 

"Do you want to cum Mary?" He whispered.

"Yes! Oh gods yes please!" She almost shouted.

"Shhh, lay back now and I promise, you will." He replied, moving away and down between her legs.

Laying between her thighs now he gently opened them further and saw she was practically dripping onto the bed. Laughing softly to himself he traced his fingertips over the lips and ran his tongue just over her clit causing her to moan. He gently blew hot breath onto her engorged clit as his fingers slowly worked her folds, one hand lightly tracing the lips, and the other raising the hood over her clit. Taking the tip of his tongue he lightly flicked her clit with it causing her to gasp out loud and shake. Flicking it again he heard her moan loudly and he knew then that she was cumming.

Taking her clit between his lips he sucked gently which brought a wail out of her mouth as she came good and hard. Dipping two fingers inside her he felt the hot wetness flooding over them as she bucked and wailed on the bed, getting the release he had promised her.

Mary couldn't breathe, all the air was sucked out of her lungs for what seemed an eternity. Then she felt sweet air rush back into her lungs and she wailed as she came. She felt his fingers inside her, his lips sucking on her clit, the hot juices flowing out of her very aroused cunt. Stars danced before her eyes and she felt that oh so sweet release, she couldn't form a coherent thought, all she could do was feel and feel she did.

Bobby rode out her orgasm, having removed his fingers he held onto her bucking hips, the scissoring legs, but never stopping his suction of her sensitive clit. 

And finally Mary couldn't take another second of it. Gently she pushed his head away and lay there awash in the afterglow of orgasm, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She hadn't felt this way in years, ever she corrected herself. She felt like a woman again, not just someone to keep the house clean and fix meals. She felt alive again, she felt wanted, needed, loved.

Bobby now laying beside her face to face ran his hand over her hips making small circles along her skin. Glad he was able to give her what she wanted, what she needed.

Mary opening her eyes found herself smiling at her lover. The one man she had so long dreamed about was laying there, with smiling eyes.

She moved over and gently kissed his lips, tasting herself on him, not caring, gently moving her tongue in sync with his.

Pulling back now she whispered to him.

"Now it's your turn baby." She whispered smiling as she ran her hand down and lightly stroked his still hard cock for him, causing him to groan.

"I have all these fantasies about you baby, I love your writing and I want to be your mother..." She whispered seductively as her hand left his shaft and gently fondled his balls causing Bobby to groan again.

"Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you want Mommy to do, tell me baby..." Mary whispered as she slid down and gently used both hands to stroke and fondle Bobby's cock.

"I want..." Bobby said.

"Want what baby? Say it." She whispered.

"I want uh, I want you to suck my cock for me..." He whispered.

"Who baby? Who do you want to suck your cock?" She whispered back as she started stroking a little faster.

"My mother..." Bobby groaned.

"Oh that's so naughty baby, but your mother isn't here baby, only me, only Mary. Oh wait did you want me to be your mother baby? You want me to be your Mommy? Someone you just met in real life? Is that what you want baby?" She whispered back enjoying the game she was playing with her younger lover.

"Yes!" Bobby gasped.

"Ok baby, Mommy will take good care of you sweetie, don't you worry one bit." She said as got between his knees and brought her mouth down to his throbbing cock.

Using her tongue she lightly licked the head and ran down the shaft to the base. Up and down she went causing Bobby to moan as she teased him. Her hot breath and tongue lightly going up and down was driving him crazy.

"Please..." Bobby groaned.

"Please what baby? I have a name you know." She whispered as her tongue lightly flicked the underside of the head of his cock.

"Please Mom go down on me!" Bobby groaned out with his head raised looking down on her.

"Yes baby, Mommy will go down on you now, I'll take care of my baby boy." She said as she suddenly engulfed the head of his cock and sucked gently.

Bobby groaned as he felt her warm heat encircle his shaft, her lips parting and taking his head in and sucking gently. Desperate for her take it all he gently thrust forcing her to take more but she resisted. Pulling her mouth off she slowly stroked his cock.

"My, my, Mommy's little man is eager. You must want Mommy bad, don't you baby? Do you want your mother badly?" She whispered seductively still stroking.

"Yes I want my mother very badly..." He panted.

Saying nothing else Mary took his hard cock all the way down to the base, all seven fat inches into her throat and worked her muscles on him causing him to gasp. Slowly sucking on her way up she stroked as she went, working his balls in her other hand, gently rolling them between her fingers. Reaching the top she paused to suck hard on the head before going back down, taking all of him in. She did this for a full minute before she could feel his hips shake a little and she knew he was getting close. Pulling back and off him she lightly stroked and whispered.

"Oh no my fine son, you know where I want all that wonderfully potent sperm. You can't cum in anyplace else."

"I know, I know!" Bobby panted.

"Ok baby, are you ready for Momma to ride you? Remember that fantasy of ours? Make me, your Mother, pregnant? You still want to do that? You still want to pump Mommy full of cum and knock her up?" Mary whispered as she straddled his hips, his hard cock nestled between the fleshy groove of her cunt.

"Yes, but..." Bobby whispered.

"Don't worry baby, it'll just be between you and me, it's only fantasy baby, don't worry. But Mommy has a surprise for you too." Mary grinned as she reached down and used one hand to bring his head up and to her right breast.

"Suckle me sweetie, suckle Mommy's tit..." She whispered.

Bobby moaned around the nipple in his mouth and sucked. And to his utter surprise he got milk! Pulling back he looked up at Mary in disbelief while she laughed softly.

"I've been working on that for a month now sweetie, inducing lactation through nipple stimulation. I've been giving milk for a week now, and no one but you get's to drink from me. Momma wanted to feed you and only you tonight." She whispered smiling down at him as she gently placed the rubbery nipple back into his mouth and urged him to suckle. Bobby closing his eyes took the nipple back between his lips and sucked greedily, desperate to get more delicious milk from her breast.

As Mary gazed down at her son for tonight she arched her hips slightly and worked his cock into her tight channel, feeling her baby coming home. Gently working her hips she started riding him as he suckled her, the stimulation of him draining her breast and working his cock in her was driving her crazy.

Bucking slightly now she held his head to her tit as she rode, rocking back and forth feeling his pole touch places long been left untouched by any man. Grinding her hips now to rub her clit gently against his trimmed pubic hair she felt her orgasm building. Panting she ground down harder desperate to have another orgasm as Bobby sucked her right breast dry and immediately latched onto the left. Causing her orgasm to over-take her as she moaned loud and shook she flooded his cock with hot juices as she came shivering.

Bobby feeling her cum again kept sucking, loving the taste and feel of her hot liquid sliding down his throat while her cunt juices flowed around his cock. The effect was overwhelming, he started groaning into her left tit as he fed and then he felt the cum rising from his balls and up his shaft. Knowing he was about to cum he took both hands and grabbed her hips and thrust as best he could into the shaking woman on top of him. His mouth never leaving her nipple he groaned one more time before he started to explode inside this matronly woman's pussy. 

Mary feeling Bobby about to cum as she shook in her own orgasm started whispering dirty talk in his ear.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Mommy. Give Mommy a baby, give me a lot of babies, as many as you can baby, fill Mommy up!" She almost screamed out the last as she felt her lover-son explode inside of her pussy. Hot ropes of potent sperm washing the insides of her cunt, causing her orgasm to trigger again. Causing her to wail and moan as her lover drained her left tit of the last drops of milk and fill her pussy to the rim with hot cum.

Bobby was in heaven as his cock unloaded shots of cum deep inside Mary, this wonderful woman Mary he had met months ago online. He couldn't get enough of her, of this fantasy, of her wonderful milk and her wonderfully hot cunt. Bucking slightly he strained against her forcing his cock and his cum as deep inside her as he could while sucking the last few drops of milk from her breast.

And finally, it was over. Bobby licked the last drop of milk from her breast. Then felt his cock start to soften when all the strength left his body and he flopped back, completely and totally satisfied for the first time in years. Mary lay down, her head on his chest, the cum leaking from her very full pussy.

For a moment neither of them spoke, both just basking in the glow of a very satisfying experience. But finally Mary raised her head and propped her chin on his chest and smiled.

"Did my baby like that?"

"Yes I did." Bobby laughed back, still slightly out of breath.

"Mmmm, good, I like it when my man is satisfied. Give Mommy a chance to clean up and we'll see about getting some more of that sperm out of those aching balls again." Mary said winking as she got off him and went to the bathroom.

Bobby just laid back and enjoyed the moment, closing his eyes he enjoyed the feeling of being satisfied.

He didn't hear Mary come back into the room until he felt a warm wet cloth cleaning his cock. Raising his head he saw Mary now gently wiping up the left over cum from around his shaft and gently wash his balls. He couldn't help it, the feeling of the warm cloth and gentle hands caused his shaft to immediately start to rise again. Mary seeing it rising laughed delightedly.




Meeting Mary



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Hi, if you have read or listened to my earlier posts, you will know I operate a handyman business. Posting stories here is a great way for me to share some of my experiences.

As a handyman I come across a wide range of housewives and single women, some of whom just want a bit of company and some want a bit of fun. Some just need a bit of coaxing.

I always try to let the woman initiate any intimacy, or at least to show that they are a willing participant. Mainly to avoid legal actions, but if a woman is attractive to me, (and my idea of attractive may not be the same as many other men), but if she's attractive to me, I might try to set up situations that make it easy for her to initiate something.

Sometimes I'll ask the woman to give me a helping hand, typically to hold something in place while I tighten a screw or some such. This gives a good opportunity for some form of inadvertent contact just to break the ice, either from her or from me. It doesn't matter much. It's difficult to say where it will go from there.

A little while ago I did a job for Mary. She is a big lady in her late 40s with curly red hair. Very jolly and very British although I think she had lived here in Australia for some years. 

I was fixing up an old shelf that had collapsed. At one point I asked her to hold a bracket while I market the wall where I needed to drill holes. In the course of this I managed to brush my forearm against her breast. I hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" I said.

"Its OK" she replied.

"Honestly" I continued "I just ..." but she wouldn't let me finish.

"No I mean it. It's OK." And then she added as a quiet afterthought "It's been a long time since a man has touched me, more's the pity."

"I can't believe that" I said, but she looked away, so I didn't take it any further.

The conversation turned to other things and she sat on the couch while we chatted. After a while she said "You must get women throwing themselves at you all the time." 

"No," I lied. "Well occasionally." I let the commend hang and she was quiet for a few minutes while I continued working.

Eventually she said "Would you like to?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but I said "Sorry, what was that?"

"Would you like to touch my breasts? "

"Well... that's not a question I get asked every day, but the answer is yes. You have beautiful breasts."

She said nothing. She just looked at me, so I took it as an offer.

I climbed down from the stepladder, put down my screwdriver, gave my hands a good wipe with a rag and walked over to the couch. 

She was sitting back, apparently relaxed, waiting. She wore a purple skirt and a thinnish green and purple cotton blouse with buttons down the front.

I reached down and placed my hand on her right breast, stroking gently. It felt a bit awkward until she leant forward, reached behind her back and unfastened her bra.

That made me a bit more comfortable. I knelt down beside her on the couch, undid the top button on her blouse, slipped my hand inside, cupped it round her left breast and lifted it out gently. 

I took her breast in both hands and lifted it slowly, pointing her nipple forward. Then I leant down, placed my lips around her nipple and gave it a gentle kiss, followed by a lick with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth and squeezed it between my tongue and my top lip.

I sucked on her nipple which by now was firm and large and knobbly. It tasted kind of salty. Then I licked around the front of her breast, rubbing my nose against her nipple as I went.

I felt her hand press against the front of my shorts. My prick was starting to stiffen and she gave it a little squeeze but she didn't seem to want to do much more just then.

I undid another button, reached in the other side of her blouse and liberated her other breast, treating it with the reverence it deserved.

She had large well rounded breasts. They looked just beautiful, hanging out over her blouse which was now straining at the third button.

I asked her "Would you mind if I touched you down below?" It sounds like a stupid question now but it seemed appropriate at the time. "If you would like to" was the reply, and she smiled such a warm and inviting smile.

I continued to lick at her breast and suck on her nipple while I reached my hand down between her legs, lifting her skirt just enough to expose her knickers. They were big and white and beautiful.

I stroked my hand slowly between her legs, pressing gently on the crotch of her knickers. She shifted her position and spread he legs a little. I stroked gently and regularly up and down savouring the softness of her knickers and the delicate flesh beneath them.

I could feel the pressure of her hand still on the front of my shorts, stroking idly but not making much connection, so I paused briefly to unbutton and unzip my shorts and let then drop to the floor, leaving my briefs to cover my bulging prick. 

I resumed my position kneeling beside her, slid my hand back down between her legs and felt the warmth of her pussy radiating through her knickers. I gazed down at her beautiful breasts hanging free over her blouse while I rubbed my hand up and down between her legs.

She raised a hand back to my crotch, cupped my balls in her palm and wrapped her fingers around them squeezing and fondling them slowly as I stroked on her pussy.

I slipped a finger inside her knickers to explore the soft wet flesh inside. I slid my finger back and forward a little between her pussy lips to get it coated & slippery. I felt her delicate flesh caressing my finger as it moved around inside her.

Then I settled on her clit, circling it with my finger and sliding back and forward over the tip. It felt very large. I slid my thumb inside her knickers so l could get a grip on her clit gently and rub it between my finger and thumb. It was big. The width of a small grape and it seemed like the best part of an inch long.

Eventually curiosity got the better of me. I just had to experience that big clit at close quarters. I moved round in front of her and knelt on the carpeted floor between her legs. I pulled aside her knickers to expose a very pink and juicy pussy with hairs spilling out everywhere. At the top, peeping out noticeably from between her pussy lips was a big red bud begging for attention. I parted her pussy lips to get a good look at it. It was bright pink and it looked demanding and delicate at the same time. And it was Big.

I just had to take it into my mouth and caress it. Sucking, rubbing my lips up and down its length and then flicking my tongue over the tip, then sucking some more. It tasted succulent and it was firm but malleable under the pressure of my lips and tongue.

Who would have thought that a straight laced, middle aged lady like Mary would be hiding a wild and beautiful thing like that between her legs?

As I continued to suck and lick on it, she was making some low moans of appreciation. While I teased her clit with my mouth, I managed to slide a finger up to her pussy and play around the opening, stroking and exploring around the back edge. 

I couldn't slide my fingers right up inside her, the way she was sitting, but I didn't want to disturb the relationship I had established with Miss Clitty. We were in intimate conversation, sharing secrets, she responding to my coaxing and me surrendering to her spell. 

While I sucked and flicked my tongue back and forward I played with myself, stroking slowly on my prick to make sure it was nice and hard ready to fully explore the inside of her pussy. 

After a while Mary's moaning grew more intense and I figured it was time to make a move. I pulled away from her pussy, admiring the view leading up the length of her plump legs to her hairy haven at the top, damp knickers pulled aside and with a pink bud poking through moist and glistening pussy lips.

She must have understood my intention, as she slid down the couch a bit and pulled down her knickers. They fell easily to the floor.

I parted he legs again and knelt in front of her beautiful body. The lower part of which was perched right at the edge of the couch. Her skirt right up around her waist, big pale breasts still hanging over the front of her blouse, and that pussy inviting me in.

I leant forward and slid my prick into her. It was juicy and hot. I put a bit of saliva on my fingers and reached down to attend to her clit again; taking it between my finger and thumb, rubbing from side to side as I slowly stroked my prick in and out of her. 

I tried flicking one finger back and forth over the tip of her clit but she said, "No it was better before," so I reverted to the stroking with finger and thumb.

Mary had her eyes closed, with a look of concentration on her face and she was breathing deeply.

My prick wasn't getting right up inside her so I lifted her legs and placed them against my chest. She slipped a bit further down the couch, but I was able to stop her sliding right onto the floor. I put my arms round her legs to steady them, reached back down to play with her clit and pushed my prick up deep inside. 

The deeper penetration seemed to work for both of us. I could feel her insides pushing firmly on my prick and gripping it as it slid slowly in and out. She started sighing with each thrust in, gradually becoming more intense until eventually she exploded with an exclamation of "Oh Michael." 

I continued thrusting and concentrated on the feelings of her insides pushing against my prick while I took in the sight of this woman's body exposed to me. A woman I hardly knew, but who had let me in to her most personal of spaces.

It wasn't long before I came as well. After a few more slow thrusts I stopped. She had slid down now to the point where she was effectively sitting in my lap. I put her legs back down on the floor.

She looked at me and said "Sorry about calling you Michael. He was my husband. He used to ... well you know. I hope you didn't mind." She was getting teary. I gave her a hug and said, "Of course I don't mind. Thank you that was lovely.

She got up, clutched her knickers and held them up between her legs to catch any fluids that might have been dribbling down and asked if I would like a cup of tea. I declined. "Thanks, but I need to be getting on."

"I might give you a call again, if that's OK" she said.

"Any time," I replied and set about putting my clothes back on.



Meeting Mary



"Looks like Mommy's little man is ready to go again." She laughed.

"I'm always ready for you Mom." He said grinning.

"Mmmm, I'm glad baby, because you know what Mommy wants now don't you?" She said crawling onto the bed and on her hands and knees.

"What you talked about?" Bobby said as he got to her knees and got behind her.

"Oh yes, you know what your Mother wants now. Your Mother is a bitch in heat, ripe and ready for you, take what is yours baby, take it." She said with a sexy little smile as she arched her back and lay her head on her hands.

"Yes Maam." Bobby said as he slowly swiped the head of his cock through her glistening folds, getting it nice and wet.

Fitting the head of his cock to her entrance he slowly pushed in making her moan. He pushed in further until finally all seven inches were incased in warm wet mature pussy. He sighed as he felt her heat and wetness around his shaft, soft and tight he slowly stroked in and out of her mature cunt. Giving her everything each time he went in and came back out, keeping it slow, making it last.

Mary felt him stroking in and out of her cunt slow just like she wanted. Reaching down she gently rubbed her clit as Bobby fucked into her. She could feel his cock going deep, almost but not quite kissing her cervix. She loved the feeling of it, a slow languorous fuck with a younger man, she was in heaven. Feeling a potent male grab her hips and take her pussy from behind she felt so primal, so womanly, she loved the feeling of a man taking what was his. She loved the fantasy of getting pregnant, of having his baby, just like nature intended. But she knew it wouldn't happen, pills were wonderful she thought.

After about 10 minutes of slow languorous fucking Mary started feeling it suddenly, like a fuse burning to its destination she started rocking her hips back a little harder and moaning, indicating to him to go faster. Her orgasm was building and she desperately wanted him to cum with her.

"I'm going to cum soon baby, please baby cum with me, fill me up..." She moaned as she felt him pick up the pace.

"You know I want to baby..." Bobby panted now fucking her fast and furious causing her to moan as she felt his cock stroke even deeper inside her.

"You have to cum for me baby, please cum for Mommy..."

"I'll try Momma, I'll try." Bobby gasped.

"That's it baby, fuck your Mother good and deep for me, harder baby, fuck your Mother harder!" She almost screamed out shaking, her orgasm hitting her.

"Oh yea, here it comes Mom, this one is going to knock you up, here comes the baby juice..." Bobby panted as he suddenly felt his cock expand and start shooting long spurts of baby making juice deep inside her. Grabbing her hips he thrust so hard he almost lifted her off the bed and felt his cock head bump into her cervix causing her to moan and wail.

"OH MY GOD BABY, YOUR AT MOMMY'S CERVIX! YES! YES!" She yelled and gripped the sheets with clawed hands as Bobby unloaded shots of cum deeper inside her than any man ever had. The liquid fire hitting places so deep she felt pleasure she had never felt before, the hot ropes burning her channel as she took all of his sperm.

Bobby pulled back and thrust, once more bumping into her cervix causing her to wail and writhe under him, her body shaking as she came from feeling his cum splash inside her. Bobby went deep and held himself there as he mated with this female, shooting his cum as deep as possible, keeping his cock encased in her warmth.

Mary shook and moaned as she felt the last few drops of cum strain out of Bobby's cock, his load nice and deep inside her. She felt him shift behind her, that wonderful cock popping out of her hot cunt. And lay beside her on the bed, still panting.

Raising her head she got on all fours and lay her head on his chest as they rested, both exhausted.

After a few minutes Mary raised her head and spoke.

"So that was interesting." She said grinning at him.

"Yea I think it had to be the hottest sex I have ever had, how about you?" Bobby laughed.

"Well baby, I can definitely agree with you there." Mary laughed back.

"Let's get some food, I'm starving." Bobby said as he gently nudged her over to the side and he rose to a sitting position.

"Ooh that sounds like a good idea, after all, Momma might be eating for two you know." She winked.

Bobby just smiled and laughed as they both got to their feet and went for a shower to get cleaned up before ordering room service.

***

Special thanks to *Mary* for getting me to write this, she is a very special woman. 



Meeting Master



Kathy was understandably nervous. This was the first time she would see Him in person. Her request for a Master had been answered by so many. So many pretenders. So many wannabes. So many self-absorbed egomaniacal Doms. And then there was Him. He had caught her attention differently, not with a description of Himself or the offer what He'd do to her. He sent her a story, an erotic subtle D/s story that left her drenched. After reading it she contacted Him. They talked and He continued to send more stories, all by His own hand. Some based on truth, some based on the fantasies of His previous subs, a few His own. They chatted on-line and once, when He told her what He would do when they met, she soaked the chair she was on. He told her to get on her knees, lick it up and thank Him as she did it. She submitted to Him on-line. She knew she was His. She wanted Him like no other. Needed Him.

Now she walked down the road in a short skirt and no panties, a sexy blouse and push-up bra, (not that her tits really needed it) and high heels, looking every bit a slut as he had ordered. Every now and then a car passed and her heart raced thinking that it was Him. Finally, one slowed and the window went down. She stopped and looked in. She reminded herself to breathe. "Get in, pet." He said and she quickly did as she was told. When she was in she looked at Him. Just like His picture, slim and muscular and dark. His head was freshly shaved, His smile a wicked grin, and His eyes, penetrating but mischievous. He could see her state and was loving it.

"So?" He grinned.

"Yes, Master?" she said, her voice quivering.

"Do I get a kiss?" Kathy had asked Him if it was ok beforehand. He had given His approval. He had even asked what kind? A simple kiss? Something more passionate and loving? Or hot, erotic and probing? She wanted the second. She leaned into Him and He gave her a quick kiss on lips then sat back. She sat back too, not knowing what to think. Did He not like the way she looked? Was He playing?

"Let's go." He said as He pulled out onto the road. They drove to a more secluded spot but one where traffic still passed by occasionally. He stopped the car and told her to get out. He got out too and came around to meet her.

"Master?" she started but He hushed her. He looked up and down her body. He had her turn around. His hands began to explore her, starting with her face. His fingers traced her contours, moving down slowly to her neck. It almost felt like a massage. Downward He moved over her, to her sides and tummy, her hips and finally her ass. Her attention had been so focused on His hands she almost didn't realize how close He now was in order to hold her ass. His smile made her shiver. And then He was kissing her. It was the passionate kiss she wanted. He held her close and her arms came up around Him. It was tender and loving and she lost herself in it. She resisted when he finally pulled away.

He took a step back and assessed her again. She didn't know what to do and so just stood.

"Strip." He said finally.

"Master?" her heart was racing and her mind wasn't keeping up.

"Strip!" He ordered. They were at the side of the road. Anyone passing by would see her. Still she couldn't get out of her clothes fast enough. Soon she was standing naked before Him. The cold night air made her, already hard, nipples perk up even more.

"On your knees." He said and she dropped in front of me.

"Your oath."

He had given her the oath to memorize for now. Though she was already His, He wanted the formal submission when they met.

She spoke, her words clearly meaning them so much in her heart. "Oh Master, I am Your slut from this day forward. My body is Yours. Punish me when I am bad. Use me for Your pleasure. I will be with none but whom You order. I will receive pleasure only in Your presence. I am Your toy, Your property for as long as You will have me."

She had faced the ground during the oath as ordered. When she lifted her head His cock was before her. She felt her wetness leaking down her thighs.

"I accept you, my slut. Now lick me till I'm hard."

He was already halfway there. Her submission was obviously affecting Him. Her tongue moved skillfully over Him. Her hands took Him up. She had waited so long to touch Him. She savoured each moment. Soon she had Him fully erect.

"Stand." She did. He walked up to her and took her arm. Without warning He spun her around and pushed her down over the hood of His car. His cock was at her pussy and He rammed it in with a solid thrust. She was so wet He slid in with almost no pain. She gasped as He invaded her. He held her from behind. His hands moved along her back and He slowly slid out. Again, He thrusted forward hard. This time his hands came around to her breasts and squeezed them tightly. He rocked their bodies together slowly as though they were dancing. He whispered in her ear, "Ask for it."

"Fuck me, Master." She said quietly.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Master, fuck this little slut. I want you so badly."

He began to pump, picking up speed quickly.

She pushed herself back into Him moaning, "Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!"

He obliged her. The sound of her ass slapping into Him could be heard through her cries. Her orgasm built quickly and her scream at her release must have carried for miles.

Master pulled out. She lay over the hood panting.

"Get dressed." He ordered.

"But, Master, you haven't come!" she said.

He was behind her in a flash, pushing her down hard on the hood. She squealed as his hand spanked her bare ass.

"Count." He said.

"One." She counted and continued to 20.

"Will I have to repeat another order tonight?"

Her ass was red and sore, her face was red too. "No, Sir." Her pussy was soaked and ready to cum again.

"Good. Get dressed. Get in the car."

They went to a nearby bar. The sat and had a few drinks. They made some idle chat but that was not why they were there. Dressed like she was, Kathy attracted the attention of a lot of men in the bar. Master sat close to her at the bar. His hand was on her thigh and disappeared under her skirt often. His fingers teased her clit as they talked and she had no idea what the conversation was about. Her hands touched Him. She loved to touch Him. She wanted to kiss Him again but He wouldn't let her. At some point He undid a button on her blouse. Men were, more frequently, coming to get drinks right next to them when most of the bar space was free. Another button came undone. The top of her bra was clearly visible. His fingers worked magic on her clit. Every now and then He would lick them or make her suck them. Another button came open. Her heart raced. Three more and her blouse would be open. She knew she would do nothing to stop Him. It was getting late and the bartender called last call. Another button opened when he did and several men got their orders. They were being very bold now with the drink in them, no longer taking short glances but simply staring. A few even made conversation. Master was polite but let none of them talk for very long. Hands brushed up against her ass every now and then. One man pretended to stumble and caught himself by grabbing her breast. 

Finally the bar closed. Kathy didn't want to get up with her blouse open so much. Master got up behind her and hugged her, then led her out holding her from behind, holding her blouse closed. As they went out the door he pulled away, having opened the last two buttons. Her face went bright red. He walked calmly to the car. She picked up her paced and he admonished her. "What's your rush?"

She slowed and walked to the car. She knew better than to close her blouse herself. All of the guys who had remained at the bar were waiting to see this. She was the center of attention. When she got to the door it was locked. She stood shivering her nipples showing clearly through her bra. When a few guys became bold and advanced, Master unlocked the door and she dove in.

"Strip and on your knees." He said as they walked into the hotel room. She did so immediately. He took a collar and leash from a bag He brought and put it around her neck. "You get to keep the collar." He smiled and led her to the bed. She hopped on. 


"Lie on your back." He ordered. He brought out some cord and tied her spread eagle and blindfolded her. Then He just stood above her and stared at her body as she wondered what came next. He touched her face and then walked to the foot of the bed running His fingers along her body. At the foot he climbed slowly onto the bed and began licking her thighs. His tongue moved up them and circled her clit and pussy. His hands moved along her sending shivers. His tongue lightly ran up her clit and then was gone. Then it circled her pussy and was gone again. Fingers slipped inside her and she heard Him suck on them.

"Soaking." He said.

And then His tongue was on her, licking and probing. His fingers spread her pussy lips and His tongue moved along over her mound into her pussy and out again. He was magnificent. She felt herself getting so close so fast. Her body began to shake and she knew release was not far. And He was gone.

"No!" she thought but wouldn't yell it. She squirmed, bucking her hips up to find His tongue but only tightened her bindings. Before long it passed, she managed to get her breathing under control again. That's when He was there again. Just as before. His tongue everywhere she wanted. His fingers fucked her too. Her orgasm approached again with greater speed and more power. And He was gone again.

"No!" This time she cried out.

"Shhh, pet." He said.

He did it twice more before she couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Master! Let me cum! "I need it so bad."

"Just a horny slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master, I am. I dirty little slut who needs to cum! Please let me cum, Master!"

"I'm not sure if I want you to."

"But Mas-" His tongue ran in a long line from the base of her pussy to the top of her clit. She went crazy. "God, no! Please, don't stop! I'll do anything!"

She tried to make herself cum but he had managed to keep it just out of reach. She couldn't touch it, couldn't will it.

"You'll sleep on the floor?"

"Yes!"

"Take my cock up your ass?"

"Yes!"

"Take 100 strokes with the paddle?"

"Anything!"

His tongue was on her again. This time he didn't stop. Her orgasm didn't seem to stop when it hit. She squirmed and thrashed and He kept licking. Electric pulses seemed to shoot through her in waves. She screamed with pleasure until, finally, it seemed to settle.

Master was untying her. Her blindfold came off. Master lay on the bed next to her.

"What is your wish, Master?" she asked, prepared to do anything.

"Get on and ride me till I cum." He said. She had not expected that. She had expected punishment. She mounted Him and began to move her hips. And then she realized her punishment. She was still very sensitive. She started slowly hoping her pussy would calm down but it didn't. Master, put His hands on her breasts and squeezed them. He twisted her nipples in his fingers hard enough to make her gasp. She rode Him faster. It was like the orgasm was continuing. Everything was ultra-sensitive. Faster they went and she bounced up and down on Him. She felt little orgasms erupting. When she looked at Him, He was smiling, losing Himself in it. She worked harder. She rode Him for all she was worth. She could tell he was enjoying Himself but she wanted Him to cum now! On and on they went. Sweat dripped down her body. She was near her limit. First no orgasms, and now too many. She knew she couldn't continue and slowed to a stopped.

"Master, I can't any more."

He grabbed her hips and his knees came up pushing her forward a bit. His hips started to pump and His hands held her in place.

"Oh god!" she gasped.

Master pumped away setting a rhythm and letting Himself go. He was using her strictly for His pleasure now. She came again. He pumped away and she was well past her limit.

"Master, I can't." she pleaded but He was gone. He pumped her fiercely his breathing was ragged. Somehow she came again. Master started to buck. This was it. He slammed into her even harder. His hands forced her hips down onto His cock. And then He came. She felt Him erupt inside her and she came again. She was completely drained. His hips pushed into her again and again as more cum shot from His cock. Finally, Master's hands came away and Kathy collapsed on top of Him. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. His arms enfolded her and rolled her to His side. They slipped under the covers. Master's arms held her as she started to drift off.

"Good night, pet." He whispered.

"Good night, Master." She replied.

Kathy fell asleep feeling happy and safe.



Meeting Master



You had talked a time or two online and even exchanged some e-mails, but meeting in person was not to be what you expected. 

For the most part, you felt nervous and apprehensive at the thought of meeting him. You knew too well he was not your type and was rather unattractive, mostly due to his size and weight.

What you didn't expect though, was how imposing his size would be when you met and how dominating his presence would be.

You knew he was coming in for business and had decided to meet Saturday afternoon when his work was done. 

"There can't be any harm in meeting him for coffee and a chat." You assure yourself that you aren't insane and decide to meet him.

When you walk into the coffee shop, you recognize him immediately. He IS a big man, he didn't lie about that! 

Walking over to him, you feel pleased at how he stands to greet you in the utmost gentlemanly manner. His gaze is respectful, but admiring. 

You aren't sure exactly what to say, but he settles that for you when he speaks in a gentle, but firm voice, 

"Sit, little one." He then pulls out a seat and helps you into it. 

It takes you off guard and makes your heart leap into your throat. He is gentle and kind. There is no flaw in his polite manners. However, there is an underlying current that makes you clearly aware that you are to do as he bids you and to do so without question. 

He walks around the table and sits facing you. Not sure how to act, you sit demurely with your hands folded on your lap and your eyes downcast. 

"That is excellent, little one" the warmth in his voice rewards you. 

"You please me with your effort, now look into my eyes, that I might enjoy the beauty of your face."

Your eyes slowly climb up his body and when they lock onto his you feel a shiver run up your spine. His eyes are dark, near black and smoldering with heat and intensity. 

His gaze is direct and approving, a slow smile spreading over his face. 

"You are even prettier than I imagined, little one" he says in his soft and quiet voice. 

A blush of pleasure creeps into your cheeks and spreads warmth through your face and throat. It makes you happy to know he admires your looks and even happier to know you pleased him. 

That thought builds inside of you like a raging inferno, nothing could make you happier, nothing would complete you more, than pleasing your Master. 

"My Master" you think to yourself. "How did that happen?" 

You realize that somehow, in some unknown way, this man has taken possession of you and that you are more than willing, you are gloriously enthralled, in submitting to him.

"You may speak, little dove" his voice rumbles from his throat and then he leans back into his chair and lights your heart anew with a dazzling smile. 

You aren't sure what to say, your mind searches for the perfect words and you realize how fortunate you were to have felt shy in meeting him, had you of started jabbering away when you sat down, he might have not been so pleased with you. 

For once, shy reserved behavior had been an asset.

"Thank you Sir" are the first words to come purring from your throat. 

"Shall I call you Sir or Master" come your next words, still in hushed tones. 

Daring to be bold, you look deeply into his eyes and await his answer.

"Both are acceptable, little one" comes his reply, "you may address my by either, according to the time and place." 

He looks across the table at you and leans forward, invading your space and clearly establishing his domination over you. 

"What you may NOT do, is look directly into my eyes without permission and you will not speak to me without being told you may do so." 

He leans closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours and making your heart flutter with excitement and the thrill of submission. 

"I will not abuse you or use you in a manner unbefitting, so do not fear, but we have rules and they must be obeyed." 

His eyes seem to bore into your very soul and he speaks softly in a mesmerizing voice.

"I will not be unkind, but you WILL mind me, failing to do so will bring down my wrath and you will taste my unhappiness." 

You feel a lump rise in your throat and deep in the recesses of your mind you vow never to displease him, not so much in fear of his reprisal, but more so at the thought of having him look at you with displeasure in his eyes. 

As he speaks, his eyes take on a glow like embers being fanned into flames and you only imagine the smoldering inferno they would ignite if you upset him. 

No matter how serious your mind is though, there is that playful and impish side of you that wishes to incur his discipline. Even if for nothing more than the heavenly feel of his hands inflicting punishment on your tender skin. For the intoxicating slap of leather straps colliding with your most delicate body parts.

He takes you by the arm and leads you out of the shop, then stops and leans you back against the wall. 

You can't help but feel self conscious with him standing there staring down at you, while you try valiantly not to look up at him, but to keep your eyes cast down at your feet in submission. 

People are walking by and you just KNOW they must be staring, but he pays them no attention, instead he reaches for your wrists and pushes them around behind your back. Your heart nearly screeches to an abrupt stop as you feel cold steel encircle each wrist and you hear the grating click of handcuffs locking onto you. 

You dart your eyes upward I terror, and find him looking down at you with a disapproving glare. 

He leans lower and pinches your ass firmly, telling you to look back down immediately. 

Your eyes drop obediently. A smudge of a tear blurs your right eye. Not so much from the sting of the pinch as from the shame of humiliating yourself and forcing your Master to chastise you. 

"Right out there on the street in front of everyone" you sob silently to yourself. 

Then the awareness comes over you that he very well could have spanked you, at least none of the passers by could have seen the pinch and if they did, they would have thought it affection, not punishment. 

Your hands locked behind you, no one but you and he, could know the game that you are playing. As he leans in against you, he is also sheltering you from the eyes of curious bystanders and as you realize he protects you as well as controls you, a sudden surge of pride and joy overwhelms you. 

You have chosen well, this Master is deserving of your submission.



Meeting Master



Mindy stood quietly in the hall outside the hotel room door. Her whole body was quivering, in anticipation or fear she didn't know. After almost a year of interaction over the Internet she was finally going to meet him, her Master. It started as a game; she had a long time fantasy of being someone's sex slave and had met him in a chat room filled with other curious dot com'ers. The anonymity of the situation helped Mindy drop her inhibitions and tell this perfect stranger her secret desires. Amazingly enough, through this medium she was able to play out the role of being his slave spending hours in front of the computer pushing her fingers into her soft wet pussy at his command and then licking them clean. 

He had named her bitch and commanded her to buy a collar to wear, which she did, and be naked and on her knees wearing that collar when they communicated on the Internet. She sent him pictures of herself; at first only pictures of her body, pictures of her wearing the collar with Master's bitch written on her stomach in black eyeliner, later any pose he demanded of her. Eventually she was giving him her phone number and when she was alone he would call her and give her the most delicious commands, which she would follow to the letter, always coming in the end after begging him for her release. She always knew when he was coming by his silence followed by his gruff "you're dismissed, cunt." 

As Mindy paced in the hall, pulling at her collar, she wondered at her sanity. She wondered if she was really going to knock on that door, go into that room and let this man use her in any way he wanted. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black heels, her red collar and a trench coat. Her long brown hair was pinned atop her head and she wore a lot of black eyeliner as he had commanded. They had talked endlessly about what would happen should they ever meet. She knew what he expected of her if she walked through that door, and she knew that there would be pain and he would call her names and make her crawl. She sighed and leaned against the wall feeling the moisture pool between her legs, moistening her thighs and she pressed her legs together. Before she came they had decided on a safe word, if he was doing anything she wanted him to stop she was to use his name, at all other times she would refer to him as my Master. It was time to find out if the reality of this matched her fantasy of it and she took a deep breath and faced the door again, knocking lightly. 

As the door opened she became bitch and walked inside with her head bowed. The door closed behind her and she let her coat fall to the floor and dropped to her knees. He stood behind her and her skin was covered in gooseflesh as he reached down and touched her neck, running his finger around her collar and affixing a leash to the metal ring. Her breasts rose as she sucked in her breath, the nipples taut and pointing. He pushed her down toward the floor until she was on her hands and knees, then he walked passed her and she felt the tug of the leash on her neck and quickly crawled after him. 

As they entered the room she tried to look around without raising her head enough for him to notice. The room was fairly dark with a lot of candles burning, low music in the background and it was very cold. He sat in a large leather chair and leaned back opening his legs, pointing to the floor between them. She crawled between his legs and rose to her knees placing her hands behind her neck. He sat there looking at her for a long time and then reached out to her breasts, lifting and squeezing. She raised her head and looked at him. She had seen his picture before but she wasn't prepared for his eyes, cold and hard without any emotion. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and stared into her eyes. He pulled and pinched and she flinched and gasped. Suddenly he began to smack her breasts, first one and then the other, and she arched her back and moved her shoulders trying to pull her breasts away without moving. 

"Pretty red little titties, bitch" he said as he reached over and picked something up she couldn't see. Turning back to her he clamped small silver bells onto each nipple, thumping each of them making them ring and shake, pulling on her burning nipple. "Shake them, bitch." He demanded as he opened his robe. Mindy shook her shoulders causing her breasts to sway and bounce, the bells tinkling prettily. He opened his robe and began to stroke his fat, fat cock and she gasped at the sight of it. She had seen pictures but in person, right here in front of her face it was even thicker than she had thought with that beautiful perfect helmet of a head and she licked her lips opening her mouth without even realizing it. "That's right, open that pretty little mouth, bitch, keep it open and keep ringing those bells." He stroked his cock, moving up in the chair so the head of his dick was just brushing against her lips. She shook her breasts and strained forward trying desperately to capture him in her mouth. 

Finally he stood and pushed into her mouth, stroking in and out of her open mouth, then he reached down and grabbed her collar and pushed deep into her throat pumping his hips quick and hard. His raging hard on filled her mouth and she had to stretch her lips wide to accommodate him. He moaned and pulled back out of her mouth, stroking a few last times, arching his back as he came. Mindy moaned and writhed as his hot come hit her face, landing on her lips and cheeks and tongue, dripping down onto her chest. "Lick me clean, bitch." She eagerly complied licking his dick and balls and thighs until he pushed her back. He reached out and started rubbing his come into her face, pushing his fingers into her mouth, "nasty little whore." He slapped her lightly on the face and pointed to the bed. 

Mindy dropped to her hands and knees and quickly crawled toward the bed, he was right behind her with the leash in his hand and he pulled her up so her chest was on the bed and her feet on the floor. "Spread your legs, cunt, and raise up onto your elbows so I can hear those bells." He had the smoothest voice that sounded as if it could be patient and kind, but when she glanced back at him she saw again that his face held no emotion. Mindy tingled in anticipation, knowing what was coming, finally she would feel his hands on her ass and finally she would get the spanking she had needed for so, so long. She moaned deep in her throat as the first blow landed. His hands were smooth and long, his fingers covering the span of both cheeks. He reined blow after blow onto her cheeks and the backs of her thighs and she twisted and writhed under the stinging punishment. Harder and harder he slapped and Mindy could feel the welts beginning to rise. 

"Stop Master, please, my Master, stop," she cried as he landed smack after smack onto her hot, hot ass. Tears were pouring down her face and he watched in the mirror across from the bed as she cried and begged so prettily. Her eyes met his in the mirror and she started to come as he slowed his swats, taking time in between to squeeze her burning cheeks before slapping them again. He reached up and grabbed her collar, pulling her back toward him. 

"Are you coming, bitch, did I tell you to come." Mindy was gratified to hear the gruffness creeping into his voice. 

"I'm so sorry, my Master." Mindy breathed, the collar pulled tight around her throat, his hand rubbing and squeezing at her stinging cheeks. Mindy moaned again as Master's fingers slid into her pussy and he roughly fingered her, tightening and releasing the collar, cutting off her air momentarily then easing his grip, matching the rhythm of his fingers in her pussy and again she started to come. 

Mindy was shocked when he dropped to his knees behind her and shoved his face between her legs licking at her thighs and pussy, pushing her legs as far apart as they would go he opened his mouth and sucking as much of her pussy into his mouth as he could started biting and chewing. She moaned and squirmed under him and he started pulling her ass cheeks apart, pushing his fingers against the tight dark pink opening. Mindy moaned loudly as his tongue slid into her ass. Master pushed it as far as it would go, licking and sucking at her ass. Then he slid his finger into her ass and continued to tongue her and finger her at the same time. She pushed back against him just about to come again, when he abruptly stopped and stood continuing with the punishing spanking. 

"Knees, bitch." He growled and pushed her to the floor. He went to the table and came back with a large silver spatula. "Go, bitch."

"Yes my Master." Mindy dropped quickly to her hands and knees, crawling briskly across the floor. 

Master followed her with the spatula reaching down and stinging her ass with the cold metal. Mindy crawled around the room as Master followed her, warming the cold metal to a hot brand, tears streaming down her face. The only sound in the room was their labored breathing, the slaps on her ass and the bells ringing frantically. Finally he stopped and stood in front of her, slapping the spatula on his palm. His robe was open and he was breathing hard, his rock hard cock bouncing in front of her face. 

"Sit." Mindy knelt, her burning buttocks resting on her heels, hands behind her back. He threw the spatula down and grabbed her hair, stepping close to her rubbing his dick on her tear streaked cheeks. "Pretty little whore." He began slapping his cock onto her face. "Speak, bitch." 

"Woof, woof, my Master, woof." She barked in the high, dainty voice he loved as he slapped her with his hard, hard dick. 

"Ring those bells, bitch." 

Mindy shook and woofed while he thumped her cheeks and mouth. She was wet and aching, desperately wanting him inside her. He pushed into her mouth, deep into her throat and then back out, again slapping her face with it and then pushing it back into her mouth. He pulled away from her and picked up the spatula. Pushing her down to all fours again he swatted her back to the bed, smacking her buttocks and thighs until she was again positioned bent over the bed with her feet on the floor. Turning the spatula around, he pushed the wooden handle up into her dripping wet pussy, stroking her with the handle of the spatula while he rubbed and squeezed at her red, welted ass, which would surely be bruised tomorrow. As Mindy's orgasm built Master pulled the spatula away and finally shoved his throbbing cock into her. 

"Don't you come, don't you fucking come, bitch." He reached under her and pulled on one of the bells and she cried out. 

"Please, Master, please fuck me harder!" She writhed against him, gritting her teeth at the burning, pulling of her nipple. On the verge of coming he again pulled out of her. Mindy groaned in frustration, and then in pleasure, as she felt the bulbous head of his cock pushing between the cheeks of her ass. 

"Open for me." He commanded and she reached behind herself pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, pushing against him as he began to slide into her tight, tight ass. He slowly pushed all of his fat cock into her and held it still, stretching and filling her completely. She moaned and writhed against him. He reached around her with both hands pulling at the bells and releasing them. Suddenly he rose up and pushed her down holding her down on the bed as he began to stroke roughly in and out of her bringing her near to orgasm and as soon as she started thrashing her head he stopped again, holding himself still. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. 

Tears began to stream down her face as she screamed in frustration. "Please, Chad, please. Make me come, oh God, fuck me Chad, make me come." At the sound of his name he grabbed her hips and gave her what she wanted, he pumped in and out of her hot tight ass and she came and cried. 

He groaned loudly, and thrust again and again, shooting hot streams of come into her ass. When he finished he pulled her down off the bed to her knees and he sat on the bed. "Clean me, bitch" and Mindy once again licked him clean then knelt there at his feet leaning her head against his thigh as he pet her. In that gruff, satisfied voice, he released her. "You're dismissed."

Finally they rose and without another word walked to the door, he lifted her breasts and let them drop, smiling at the tinkling of the bells. He removed the clamps and put her coat on her then pulled her to him kissing her roughly. He started to say something else but Mindy put her fingers over his lips shaking her head. As a single tear slid down her face she turned and went out the door, closing it firmly behind her. She knew it wouldn't be the last time they saw each other but wanted to leave him wondering. She smiled as she walked to the elevator hoping she had pleased her Master as much as he had pleased her.



Meeting Master



I was trembling with fear sitting in the seat of my car. I had finally just gotten my license and was making about a 6 and a half hour drive. I had considered turning back and going home several times, the closer I got. However, the closer I was the longer the drive home would be and it was getting late. I looked at my directions, carefully pulling in to the parking lot of the hotel he told me to meet him at. More nervous then I had ever been I sat in my car closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. "Its okay, Sarah if it's not as you're expecting just drive home." I said to myself.

I looked in the side mirror tracing my face. I had straight long brown hair, past my shoulders by a couple of inches, hazel eyes, some freckles, long eyelashes. A shy innocent young girl; that is what I saw looking in the mirror. Just 18 years old, a petite vulnerable girl, not yet 100lbs, size 32 b boobs. I glanced up momentarily and saw him. There was Master. Yet again, I considered driving off, far away blocking him from my msn contact list and pretending he never existed; but I couldn't do it. It was like something was holding me back. His words were tattooed in my mind; he was an addiction, like a force I couldn't peel myself away from. 

As he walked toward my car I tried to read the expression on his face; he wasn't excited, but it wasn't angry either he looked stern. Not a single smile crossed his face. His stride was powerful and dominating. Master didn't look at me, he looked right through me.

Over a year of being his slave, and this was the first time meeting him. Before Master, I was a virgin. An innocent girl who dragged my mom to Church with me, a girl who prayed every night and was afraid to touch myself. In some ways I was still that fearful innocent girl, and I still hadn't had sex with anyone, but Master had taught me how to play with myself, and he watched me as I did it. He taught me pleasure, I never knew existed. Questions in my mind screamed: was I ready for this?

But Master didn't care. He opened the car door and grabbed my arm roughly pulling me out of my seat. "Hi Sir." I said smiling, trying to set a good first impression even though I was nervous and shaking. Master grabbed my jaw with his index finger and thumb, and then gently slapped my face. "Did I say you could speak slut?" He said holding my arm tightly pulling me like the toy he said I was. I kept up with his pace as we checked into our hotel room. He held the keys to the door and though that worried me slightly I kept quiet in my submissive nature. As he opened the door he pushed me in the room, stumbling trying to stay standing. But Master wasn't content so he pushed me again and I fell to the ground. I stayed there looking at the ground, glancing up at him once or twice, fearfully.

I was wearing a white blouse with a black bra and jeans with a black thong that had little pink bows on each side. Clutching my car keys sitting on the floor Master bent down to my level and tore open the top couple buttons of my blouse completely breaking the top three buttons off. Next, he grabbed my car keys from my hands, I tried to grip onto them for my comfort but he grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so he could see my fear, then he spat in my face. I was already degraded and humiliated before my pants had even come off as he tore the car keys away from my fingers.

I was stuck now, whether I liked it or not. "Wait, please..." I barely whispered looking at the ground then back up at my Master. This was the first time I saw what was the closest thing to a smile that he had made, it was cruel as he said "I don't wait for a slave." He put my car keys in his pocket and aggressively pulled me up to my feet. Scared to move a muscle I stood there letting him manhandle me as he turned my body around so my back was facing him. He unhooked my bra and forced my stance to face him once again, as he grabbed and pulled off my bra by the middle between the cups. I was standing in my pants and thong, nothing else, my small tits exposed for him to see.

"Fucking whore." He growled at me slapping my tits. He pulled my nipple and pinched it between his thumb and index finger. I gasped, I felt it in my pussy, and he knew it. His hands trailed down to my jeans as he unbuttoned them. I tried to push his hands away lightly with mine but immediately realized what a big mistake that was. "You don't want me to stop, you filthy dumb cunt. So don't even try to stop me." He yanked my pants down to my ankles and pushed me hard down to the bed. 

He dragged me up on his lap and pulled my black thong down. I felt his hand strike down hard on my ass. I yelped out in pain. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head so I could see him as he said "Every time you scream I'll spank your ass harder, ten more times. Got it whore?" He pushed my head back down. "Count." He ordered. He spanked me hard and I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream out. I cried out each and every painful spank feeling my dirty hole getting so wet. He spanked me forty times until my ass was burning and sore. 

He smelled my cunt and parted my legs pushing his hand to feel my wetness. "Your dirty little bitch. You're soaked." He laughed at me and I turned red with humiliation and shame bent over on his knee.

Master literally pushed me off of his knees onto the ground as I thumped hard on the floor. "That is your place. Don't forget it you worthless little whore." I looked up at Master as he motioned for me to come in between his legs. Crawling over, I knew what he wanted and was too afraid to oppose. He took his cock out of his pants and I started stroking it. Reluctantly and shyly I started stroking him. 

He pushed my head down and my lips touched Master's cock for the first time. He could feel my hot breath on the head of his dick. He felt me kiss the head and up and down the shaft, and then I wrapped my wet lips around his big cock. I pushed my head down and felt his hard cock press against my tongue, and the roof of my mouth. I slowly started bobbing my head up and down as I felt and cradled Master's balls in my hands. I started picking up speed as I tried pushing his member further and further back in my mouth. I felt his cock hit my throat and I gagged, but I didn't stop partly out of fear and partly out of my own arousal. Tears filled my eyes as I gagged pushing his cock further to the back of my mouth now pushing down my throat. 

I gagged and choked and my face got red but I continued to suck Master's cock. He was face fucking me and I knew my place, on the ground on my knees as Master's little bitch. I took my mouth off Masters cock and stroked it as I put his balls inside my mouth playing with them with my tongue, stroking Master's hard cock fast. I wrapped my lips around Master's dick again and sucked the head and played with it with my tongue and then Master pushed my head down on his cock and he face fucked me hard, pushing my head down on his cock hard and fast. Then quickly he forced my head back and stood up. He slapped my face with his cock and said "Open your mouth." I did as he ordered and he came all over my face and inside my mouth. I started rubbing my clit tasting Masters cum, and swallowing it. 

"You filthy little girl, did I tell you, you could rub yourself?" He sneered. "No Sir. I'm sorry." I whispered ashamed that I was rubbing, and embarrassed he had seen. Then he continued; "If you want to rub yourself you have beg me." My face reddened and the humiliation got me even more soaked. "I smell your slut juice, slave. You're just a little bitch in heat. Lay down on the bed."

A little bit relieved and a little nervous I thought Master was going to fuck me. He pulled out a rope from a black bag that he had brought with him. He tied each wrist to each end of the bedposts and then each ankle to each end of the bedposts so I was spread, lying naked completely vulnerable, as if I wasn't before. I desperately tried squirming from the restraints but it didn't work. And that got me soaked. Master knows what I need, even when I don't.

He gently pushed my hair behind my ear and his hands gently trailed down my body. Caressing me his hand gently made its way from my soft tender tits, down my stomach to my very wet cunt. I felt his hand tease my pussy, moving down my hairless mound almost touching my clit, and then slowly pulling away. He moved his hand in between my thighs and caressed the upper inner thigh. "Beg me to fuck you." He said quietly. And he knew I would do it, even before I did; my lips moved and words formed I didn't realize what I was saying; all that mattered was Master, obeying Master and cumming. "Please fuck me Master" I said quietly, more of a plea.

But he ignored me. "Master, please...Please Sir please fuck your little babyslut. Please I need my holes filled Sir!"

Finally after what seemed like forever Master brought his cock up to my cunt hole. Squirming trying to push the head of his cock in against the restraints Master pulled away. "MASTER PLEASE I NEED YOUR COCK! Fuck me Sir! Use me like the whore I am. Your whore, your slave. Please Sir!" I begged. And finally Master stuck just the head in my opening. And rammed it in hard feeling it stretch me for the first time having a cock in me. "Ohhhhh Sir!" I moaned as my face twisted with pleasure. My big eyes stared straight at Master as he fucked his little girl. "Oh God Sir!" I moaned and screamed and gasped and whimpered as I came my pussy contracting on Master's cock. 

The pain and pleasure of him taking me and stretching me was so good I got dizzy when I came. As I was cumming Master held his cock inside me and felt my pussy squeeze his cock. Shortly after I came Master pulled out and stroked his cock over my face I opened my mouth wide knowing my place as a slave. I wanted to be a good girl and swallow it all. I loved the taste of him. I loved having the privilege to taste his cum, and have his cock inside me, and be on my knees for him. Immediately I knew, not only was I ready to be Master's slave, but I needed it.



Meeting Master



I walk into the airport trying to stay calm with a lump of fear and excitement in my chest. I casually stroll across the arrivals lounge and take a seat near the big doors through which my future will soon be arriving. I quickly check the flight on the big screen and see that it landed half an hour ago, perfect timing for Him to be clearing customs shortly.

I take a deep breath and steel myself against the stares of the other people waiting. I rise to my feet to face the doors as the first tired looking people begin to come through them, knowing that it is time to position myself. I sink slowly to my knees feeling my skirt ride up a little and try to smooth it down over my bare ass, feeling exposed. I kneel as submissively as I can, clasping my hands behind my back, head lowered but eyes straining to peek up toward the big doors. I imagine everyone in the room is staring at me with my tight low cut shirt and short skirt with high heels, kneeling waiting for... what? The fulfilment of my fantasies, the man who will make me complete, teach me and help me become what I really am. And fuck me like I've never been fucked before. A smile lights up my face as I unclasp my sweaty hands to wipe them on my skirt. I am aware of my pussy's wetness beginning to coat my inner thighs. A pair of polished black shoes stops in front of me and a familiar voice says "Rise my angel."

My breath catches in my throat and my knees feel too weak to support me as I lift myself to my feet. My eyes travel up his trousers, shirt and upwards to his beautiful handsome face. Grey eyes under heavy eyebrows are smiling at me as his strong arms reach around me and we press into each other. My face in his neck feeling the stubble from the long flight, inhaling his scent. My breasts throb where they touch him and I feel an answering bulge growing against my belly. He ducks his head and takes my lips with his sending electricity through my body. His tongue teases mine for a long moment. Looking at me with those amazing eyes he murmurs "Lets get out of here angel before I fuck you right here. I cant wait much longer."

I nod, unable to speak and walk with him to the exit. We head to the elevators and I press the button for the carpark. The elevator is very full and he positions me in front of him with my ass just barely brushing against his hard cock. I cant wait much longer either.

I lead him to my car in silence, feeling shy. He lifts his luggage into the boot and slams the lid. "You better drive angel... for now," he states calmly, climbing into the passengers seat. I slip into the drivers seat, my skirt riding up my thigh again and I try to smooth it down as I insert the key. My hand meets his descending on my thigh as I tug at it. "Leave it like that I want to see you."

The hand continues and gently explores over to my soaking pussy. "Ohh," he sighs and trails his finger down my wetness. "What a wet little slut you are, your pussy is begging for me already. Drive my slut or I will take you in this car."

I turn the key as he withdraws his hand, wiping it on my face and pushing his fingers in my mouth for cleaning. I pull out and drive out of the carpark building with my head spinning, body tingling all over, nearly overcome with lust. Luckily the hotel is only a few minutes away as I am afraid as I drive that I am soaking my skirt. 

I checked in earlier to save time so we walk together to the room. With every step my arousal and my fear grows. This man who I first touched only a few minutes ago is about to claim me as his after so long. We enter the room and I close the door with my heart in my throat. He is breathing a little heavily but his voice is calm although a little thickened by lust.

"This is the last time I am going to ask you this angel. Do you surrender yourself to me to do with as I please, to use you however I see fit and to own you forever?"

"Yes," I breathe looking up into his amazing eyes. "I am yours Master mind body and soul. Use me however it pleases you."

A small smile crosses his stern features as he orders, "Then suck my cock"

He drops his pants and sinks into a chair and I fall to my knees before him and lower my face to meet his huge erection. The head glistens with precum and I grasp the base bringing it to my lips eagerly, tasting him salty and sweet on my tongue as I lick the head clean. I slide it into my mouth, my lips are stretched impossibly wide to the point of pain as he fills my mouth and all my fears drop away as I begin to suck him eagerly. He slides easily down my throat as a result of practicing on my dildo in preparation for this. He is the first man to teach me the pleasure of deepthroating. I slide up and down as his hands rest on my head gently, but it is not long before they are tightening and pressing me urgently onto him. A fresh wave of excitement surges through me as I realise he is ready to give me what I have craved for so long. He groans deeply and his balls tighten as he thrusts all the way into me and jerks as he fills my throat with his cum. I am impaled helplessly as it pours down my throat in spasms. After a while he pulls back a little and the taste finally fills my mouth as I suck in air and moan in pleasure, sucking the remainder out of him. I lick every drop I can off his cock then sink back on my heels smiling up at him with tears still in my eyes from the force of the throat fucking. He smiles back and strokes my hair as he breathes deeply to recover. I rest my head on his thigh feeling a deep sense of comfort and satisfaction.

His cock hardens again before my eyes and he stands and draws me up with him. His hands seize the front of my shirt and with one jerk he rips it open making me gasp as my breasts spring free. He pulls my skirt off and bends his head, eagerly kissing and fondling my breasts. Pinching my nipples, making my legs go weak.

"Take your shoes off and lie on the bed," He orders as he sheds his shirt. "Time to claim the rest of you."

I shudder with desire as I sit on the bed and remove my high heels staring at his magnificent nude body before me. I lay back nervously and he lays beside me softly stroking my breasts and then pinching and twisting the nipples. The delicious pain rolls through me as a hand continues down to my pussy. I spread my legs for him and he shoves two fingers into my clenching wetness. He slides them in and out and I begin to beg, "Oh Master please I need your cock in me, please Master shove that big cock in my pussy now!"

Quickly he rolls on top of me and positions the head at my entrance. A new surge of fear washes over me at his size but lust overcomes it. I want this to hurt, this claiming of me, I dont care if he rips me open I just need him inside me. I arch my back and thrust my pussy trying to get him inside me. He chuckles softly.

"Beg some more slave. Tell me who you belong to and what you want." He bends his head to gently kiss and taste my neck.

"You Master, I belong to you only. I am your slut and I need you to fuck my pussy. Please claim me and hurt me. I want you to own me," My voice is getting desperate. "Please Master give me that big wonderful cock."

He thrusts hard sinking into me and it does hurt, glorious ecstatic pain crashes through me and I come hard, thrashing under him, clenching around his cock as he withdraws a little and thrusts hard again filling me even deeper. He fucks me hard and fast as I keep cominging for a long time. Then he slows down to deep regular strokes which feel like they reach my soul as I catch my breath. I lay limply under him for a while as he fucks me and sucks my nipples then bites them hard bringing me back to him. My arms go around him to urge him on but he pulls out and kneels on the bed.

"On your knees whore," He commands and I weakly comply. He slips back into my pussy and his fingers slide around gathering my juices which he begins to rub into my ass hole. His pace increases as he pounds into me even deeper from this angle and I grip a pillow tight trying not to scream in pleasure. He forces one finger against my ass roughly and it goes in suddenly making me feel even fuller. 

He savagely fucks me with finger and cock as I begin to grunt then scream, "Oh yes Master fuck me, its so good, oh I need you Master, please hurt me, fuck me, use me, Ohhhhh," and I come again from the feeling of his finger twisting in my ass as he leans forward and bites me hard on the shoulder. Again he fucks me hard through my orgasm, speeding up and pulls his finger from my ass leaving it clenching in sudden denial. He straightens up and stiffens and I feel his cock swell deep inside me and pulsate, shooting streams of cum into me. I feel it overflow my full pussy and drip down my legs. We collapse to the bed with him on top his cock still inside me. 

When he pulls out he rolls on his back and commands, "Clean Me." I tiredly turn over and lick his cock and balls clean of every drop of our delicious mix, then snuggle into his arm. With my head on his chest I hear his heartbeat gradually slow and feel his strong arms around me as we drift into sleep.



Meeting Master



For a hot summer day like this it wasn't surprising the way sweat slowly trickled down my back. 

I was dressed like a slut, but really that's what I was going for; crop top which zips down the front and very accessible, high waisted shorts that ended right at my belly and stopped at a very short length, paired with my favorite knee socks which made my thighs look just the right amount of pale and creamy. 

I loved that with the crop top you could see the faint out line of each of my ribs, to me that was healthy. I loved to be in top condition.

I tucked my long hair into a pony tail before entering the shop, it was one of those places... The store was at the end of the little strip, I walked precariously untouched by my anxiety of walking straight into a place like this.

A sex store.

It was grungey inside, and I felt a little too concious that my shorts were half way up my tight ass.

"Welcome-" the guy at the counter said boredly, he looked like he had seen a few to many old guys with their dicks out, but when he caught a glance of me, red lips and silky spilling over brown hair, I watched him swallow and stand stand a bit straighter. 

I blushed, smiled, and walked a little ways into the store.

Oh it was wonderful, colorful plastic organs covered a few walls, I passed by them, much more interested in the real thing. I stopped a little ways next to an Isle was dvds, a bit outdated but I appreciated the girl, probably my age, on the cover of one, who had two cocks so down her throat I wondered if they could be seen out her other end. 

I smiled and continued to the back of the almost desolate store where it became cramped. A few hand made signs which I dared not touch hung directing me to my final destination. 

There were three stalls. I chose the middle one of course, it was easy to tell they had been used recently, I wont go into detail but they produced a smell I couldn't only dream of. 

I sat quietly, slipping down onto my knees easily, unbuttoning my shorts quickly and sticking a hand down to feel the wetness of my soft and hairless peach. I shuddered and moaned softly, resting my head on the wall next to the duck tape softened hole next to me. 

Just the thought of being in such a dangerous place was enough to get my back arching. 

I cut my moan short when I heard a door slam. A short intake of air and some hurried jeans being ripped off I saw my first customer. 

I grinned, he pushed himself through and made a short "huff" noise and his increasingly hard cock dangled towards my face. I could see his beer belly and hairy stomach from through the hole.

My hands were ripped from my undies as I softly let my hands touch down on the underside of his fucktool. It was short, but fat like a beer can.

He pushed harder, I could smell his arousal and sweat, I immediately decided to be good and slip my lips around his cock, a bit of my favorite cherry flavored lip gloss slid around on the soft skin of his prick. He deeply moaned, I could tell he was an older gentlemen, all the more appealing to me and my exposed pussy as my shorts slid down more as I moved my mouth over his cock.

He pumped onto my mouth quickly and hard, the sharp recognizable taste of salty precum dabbing at my senses. I was overwhelmed by the need to let this man have his way with my mouth. 

He suddenly came hard and without any warning, I gasped as gooey jazz shot out onto my tongue and quickly onto my cheek and face. Startled I quickly liked as high as I could and left the rest.

He waited surprisingly for a moment, I quickly got the unspoken notion and knelt forward and sacking the head of his chubby softening dick into my mouth before swirling it around his hole to clean it of the sticky substance. 

I sat back, sad at how quickly he had come. I took the opportunity to dab the cum off my cheeks and hair and slide it into my mouth, savoring my hard earned cream. How could anybody live without this?

It wasn't a moment before my next visitor came. And this time I was surely surprised again. This was no old man looking for some side action, he was, as far ands I could tell fairly young and built like a human machine. I put my eye up to the hole as he used the same one as the last man and almost drooled.

He undressed and I moved away just as his cock came through the hole. It was...undeniably the best cock I had ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. My eyes widened, how lucky was I.

It was long and veiny, thicker at the end, uncut and dripping, without hesitation my raw instincts forced me to bring my head close, slipping my lips all over the underside, begging for his willing to let me serve him. I moaned into his cock against my own will.

"Fuck-" he grunted, and I knew in that moment I was the luckiest little slut to have ever been graced with his cock.

I spared no expense in drooling over his amazing tool, he suddenly thrust at just the right angle that it slid all the way down my throat. I clawed at the flimsy wall and prayed I had enough experience not to gag, out of pure will I didnt.

His cock shuddered and my throat contracted. I heard his audible breaths quicken and I moaned incoherently into the skin of his thick juicy prick how much I fucking needed his cum. It was better than LSD I didn't need to hallucinate to know this was what heaven tasted like.

He pulled out and I cried out.

All at once my heaven fell from the sky. 

"Please!" I moaned, not caring about the rule of not asking or speaking much.

I finally heard that laugh, the short, deep, all knowing laugh of a dominant man.

I swallowed my saliva.

Suddenly I heard his shuffling, the door opened and tears almost brimmed at my eyes with the realization he was leaving me unfinished. 

-But no, there was a short knock at my door. I froze.

He knocked a second time and a very small, almost unnoticeable tap of his shoe and I knew as a good submissive that making him wait any longer would be only pain for me. 

The door creaked open with me still on my knees, spread out with my shorts opened and slid down to my thighs. My mouth hung open, hair tousled and unkempt. I knew I was a mess, did he?

He was beautiful in the way I thought he had been carved out and planned like an art project. He was like what ever girl wanted to Fuck and every guy wanted to be, dark black hair shaved on one side and not the other, piercing all knowing eyes. He was drop dead gorgeous. I could barely look at him without feeling the need to drop and kiss his feet. His pants were down, that familiar cock drooling at me. I shuddered.

"Well fuck me, aren't you the prettiest little kitty I've ever set my eyes on." His voice softened, with that undertone of secretly grinning that 'I'm going to fuck you into oblivion' grin.

He presented a hand and helped me stand. I knew my blushing probably turned me red as a tomato but he didn't stop staring at me as we walked to the small open section of the waiting room. There wasn't a door, anyone could easily walk in and see us, especially the interested store clerk. It made my raw tits burn with desire.

I was lost in thought as he slammed me against the wall. Like any good submissive I bit my tongue and braced my palms against the wall, smiling to myself after realizing his naked cock pressed to the back of my open jeans.

"I'm going to unwrap you like a fucking chocolate bar." He groaned deeply, pressing into my back needingly. 

I moaned without concerned know, he turned me around carefully and ever so slowly unzipping my crop top, letting it fall to the floor so my juicy tits were presented to him. I closed my eyes proudly and his hands groped me, his experienced hands knew exactly what spots made my knees wobble. He inserted a finger trailing down my exposed stomach, the other hand wrapped around my hair in a fist. He inhaled deeply, I dared not stare him in the eye.

"What a magnificent fuck doll you are." He hummed gratefully, I'd never been so flattered to submit to someone so powerful. 

I glanced at the door to distract my self as he shimmied my shorts down slowly, ignoring my school girl socks. I wanted so badly to run hands along his chest in that right shirt, to lick his coat bones and claim his throat as mine but I hardly knew this man. Better to not take risks yet.

Finally I was stark naked. He studied me and fisted his cock slowly, I know a look of hurt crossed my features, I wanted this man to never have to touch himself again, he had me. 

He laughed broadly, I stopped worrying about who would come in and watch us, I was infatuated. 

"Im going to fuck you hard." He grinned, accentuating the word hard by grabbing my hips and spinning my against the wall again. His hands graced my ass, pushing and molding me against his cock and giving absolutely no warning before slipping smoothly inside of me.

I hadn't realized I was so wet.

My breathe rushed out of me all at once, my lungs climbed for air as his fist ripped my scalp back towards him, my neck outly exposed to him as he slid that whole thick length into me. I couldn't bare the bursting feeling inside my chest. My nipples rubbed against the cold tile wall and I almost screamed. 

He pressed a kiss to my neck, it was overly intimate. I groaned. He fucked.

Finally he reverted to whispering to me I was his fuck toy. My ass bounced as he genuinly used my pussy like a bouncy house.

Finally his hands left my hair and I brought my forehead against the wall as he rabidly gripped my hips leaving indentations in my porcelain skin. He moaned loudly and uncaring for the first time and without any warning he inserted his legs between mine and pinned me to the wall.

It was a favorite situation of mine.

I felt his cum drip down both out legs.

His hot breathe tingled at the back of my neck. His sweat ran down my back.

I felt his hands carefully stroke the curve of my ass. 

"You are delightful." He said quietly, I had to listen hard, and that's when I knew that I would be listening hard to him forever, always learning and being the best submissive. Training myself, for him.

He pulled out of my a ways, more cum beginning to slide like a glaze down my beaten pussy, I knew it not my place, but a certain need still pounded at my core. 

"Why don't you come with me kitten, I can take care of you."

His voice was still quiet. I nodded without hesitation. I could tell he was waiting for something. I caught myself and corrected- 

"Yes of course, master!"



Meeting Master Again



The prospect of seeing Master again has brought me great excitement. Just the thought of your touch sends shivers down my spine. Master, you have always had a strange control over me, even though our lives led us down very different paths.

After 6 years, I was able to talk to you again Master. It took quite a few phone calls, but eventually my perseverance paid off. No sooner than I heard your voice on the phone, my heart started pounding in my chest. I could sense that telling you I was going to be on vacation made you anxious to see me again.

You told me I was to contact you again when I had reached my destination, and to make sure I was prepared. I needed no clarification. I know exactly what you required of me Master, even after our long time apart. As the time draws nearer, I can hardly contain my excitement. It has been so very long since I have felt your touch, breathed in your cologne, tasted your body.

I always want to please you Master, and this time is going to be no different. Just telephoning you makes my hand shake, both in excitement and nervousness. The last words you said to me over the phone were, "be ready".

I look at my watch. I have 3 hours until you arrive. I make a run to the store for some snacks, drinks and a few other items. Upon my return, I bury the bottles of beer in my cooler, along with a bottle of Jack Daniels, and cover everything with ice. I know you will be happy with what I have chosen for you, as I remember it is your favorite.

Now it's my turn. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hands gently cup and caress my large 38DD breasts, lightly rubbing my hardening nipples, then slowly slide downwards over my stomach. Rubbing my fingertips over my mound, I gently pull on the small patch of hair. "Definitely need to trim that shorter," I say to myself. Widening my stance, I push my hand further between my legs. "Gotta get them nice and smooth too," I say, in a somewhat admonishing tone.

Filling my bathtub, I climb in, letting the hot water envelop my body. My 5'10 height makes it virtually impossible for me to lay down with my entire body submerged and only my head and neck above water. I straighten my long legs and rest my feet up on the wall, feeling the water dripping off my heels. I relax for a few minutes before getting up and sitting on the edge of the tub. Taking the fragrant shaving cream, I rub it onto my mound, spreading my legs wide.

With the first stroke on the razor, I think back to the time when you shaved me bare...how I surprised you with a bowl of hot water, shaving cream and a razor, and asked you to do it for me. I remember the smile on your face Master, as you told me to lie down and spread my legs. That alone was enough to get my juices flowing. I grin mischievously as I remember the look on your face as you carefully removed every strand...your eyes wide open, the occasional grin.

I giggle to myself as I continue on, making sure my skin is silky smooth...just how you like it...before rinsing myself clean. I love how soft my skin feels and I slip a finger between my wet folds...wet from my anticipation and excitement of being with you Master, and not just wet from my bath.

As much I want to play and enjoy myself before you arrive, I know you would not approve. You always know when I have been pleasuring myself without your permission simply by the tone of my voice, and even if I tried to conceal it from you, you will know. I kick the drain open and let the water empty. Standing up, I pull the shower curtain closed and let the hot spray massage my body. Using my scented shower gel, I lather my entire body, feeling the handfuls of bubble trailing down my back and over my ass. I stand back as the bubbles do the same over my breasts and down to my stomach. I close my eyes and enjoy the gentle caress as the bubbles follow the curves of my silky smooth skin, and eventually down my inner thigh.

The temptation to bring myself to orgasm in the shower is almost too much to bear, but I manage to refrain and hesitantly shut off the water. With a towel wrapped around my long strawberry blonde hair, I dry off quickly. Picking up the bottle of perfume, I apply light mists to my body...my neck, in between my breasts, the back of my knees. Shaking my towel loose, I spray my perfume into my hair, ruffling it as I do.

I take a minute to inspect my handiwork, lifting my foot and placing it on the bathroom counter. I trail my fingertips up and down, back and forth, making sure my silky smooth skin will be to your satisfaction. I groan as I slip one finger inside me. Removing it, I watch my reflection in the mirror as I slowly circle my swelling clit...I slide my finger back, and push it inside me a little further. "That's enough," I say in my admonishing tone. Grinning at my scolding, I lift my hand, slowly sucking my finger into my mouth. "Mmmmm." I have always loved my own taste, and I have you to thank for that Master. I have you to thank for so much.

Glancing at the clock, I see that I only have about 45 minutes before you are due to arrive. I know that even though we haven't been together for such a long time, if I don't do as you have told me, there will be consequences. You have made that abundantly clear to me in the past, and I know for a fact that hasn't changed. I quickly get dressed into my matching bra and panties, my black demin mini skirt and dark purple silk blouse. As my Master, you have always allowed me to wear whatever I choose, as long as my bra and panties match. That was the only clothing requirement you ever had for me, other than when I would wear lingerie for you.

Applying my minimal amount of makeup takes only a few minutes, leaving me the last 30 minutes to finish getting ready for you. I light a few of the small scented candles located around the room, taking in the combined aroma. "Mmmm." Looking up at the smoke detector, I close my eyes and cross my fingers, silently hoping the candles won't set it off. Resuming my preparations, I pick up the small travel bag off the floor, and start to take out the contents, laying them carefully on the edge of the bed, ready for your inspection and approval. I tidy the rest of the room, and look over my appearance in the mirror once again. Taking a look at my watch, I still have about 10 minutes before you are due to arrive.

I turn on the television and sit on the foot of the bed, changing from one channel to the next, not even aware of what is on, just letting my mind wander as my finger presses the channel up button. Hearing a car pull up outside, I jump to my feet and rush to the window. Peering through the drapes, I see a couple walking towards another room. I moan, frustrated that it is not you. I sit on the foot of the bed again, my palms getting sweaty, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I feel like its going to explode. Flicking through the TV channels again, I look at my watch...again. I stand up and begin to pace the room. I don't ever remember being this nervous at being with you before Master. It must be because I haven't seen you in so long. Startled by the sound of my cell phone ringing, I take it out of my bag.

"Hello?"

"Are you ready for me?" you ask quietly.

"Yes...yes Master," I reply shyly.

"Is there anything you should be telling me?"

"Umm, no," I answer nervously. "No Master."

"I hope you haven't forgotten that I can tell just by the sound of your voice if there is something you aren't telling me..."

"No Master, I haven't forgotten," I say giggling.

"I should be there in about 15 minutes...make sure you have something for me. It's been a long day." You hang up before I have a chance to say anything else.

I put my phone on the dresser and open the cooler. Taking a few pieces of ice, I drop them into a glass. Pouring some of the Jack Daniels into a glass, I set it aside and open a beer. Taking several mouthfuls, I close my eyes and enjoy the taste. Resting on the foot of the bed again, I hear another car pull up outside, but I remain seated, enjoying my beer.

Hearing a knock at the door, and not expecting it will be you, I call out, "Who is it?" There's no answer, but instead another knock. "Who is it?" I say louder. Still no reply. "Fucking kids," I mumble. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I walk towards the door, peering through the peephole.

I gasp when I see you there. Putting my beer down on the table by the door, I run my fingers through my hair and straighten my skirt and blouse. Opening the door, we look at each other and smile, your eyes wandering up and down my body. Without saying a word, you walk past me, leering over your shoulder at me. I feel a familiar chill creep over my body...much the same way I used to react to you in the past.

With the door closed, you turn to face me. "I approve," you say, still giving me the once over. Not knowing what to do or say, I look down, blushing slightly. I hear you chuckling and look up, "Ah, yes...and there's that blush I know so well," you say taking a step towards me. That's all I need and I reach out, grabbing your shirt and pulling you to me. Running my fingers through your hair, I kiss you hard, my tongue forcing its way into your mouth. 

Feeling your hands running up and down my back brings back a flood of memories. Your firm grip on my ass, squeezing it and pulling me to you, snaps me back to the real moment, and your already bulging jeans. You reach up and grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head to one side. Gently biting my neck, I moan loudly. You obviously haven't forgotten my weak spot, and move all around my neck, kissing, nuzzling, nipping at me. Reaching between us, I rub my hand over your cock, your jeans bulging obscenely. "Did you do as you were told?" you whisper in my ear.

"Yes...I mean yes Master," I reply. Your question is my cue to step back and present the contents of my travel bag to you. Reaching for your drink, I hand you your Jack on the Rocks.

"Very good," you say with a mischievous grin. "I see you haven't forgotten what I like."

"Of course not. I just hope I haven't forgotten everything you like Master," I answer quietly, turning my gaze downwards.

Lifting my chin you look into my eyes, "I am sure you haven't. If there is anything you have forgotten, I will let you know..." You pause for a moment and look me up and down. "And then of course, there will be consequences," you say with your low sinister voice.

"I understand." I can only hope that after all this time, I do remember what you like and what you expect of me. I watch as you turn away and walk to the far side of the bed where I have laid out the contents of my bag. Picking up the first item, you examine it closely. I feel my face flush as you select the first item. My nipple clamps. I watch nervously as you pinch the clamps, testing their strength, feeling the weight of the chain connecting them.

Without saying a word, you set them down and run your fingers over the silk scarves lying next to the clamps. I know you like the feel of the silk, as do I. Then you pick up the next item. My clit clip. You hold the long metal u-shape clip letting the small pale blue crystals dangle downwards. Turning towards me, you grin, "I remember when you first bought this. I remember when you first told me about it. And I remember when you let me put it on you for the first time. Do you remember it too?"

Beaming a smile at you, I excitedly reply, "Yes...Yes Master I do remember. I remember you were behind the bar and I was playing a 'guess my new toy' game with you. I gave you a complete description and you still couldn't figure out what it was." I can't help but giggle as I recall that night so vividly.

"You do have a good memory," you say approvingly. Turning your attention back to the bed, you pickup the next item. My pocket rocket. Without looking at me you ask, "is this new?"

"Yes Master. I bought it just today. I thought it would be..."

You hastily cut me off mid sentence, "Making assumptions, huh?" I stand motionless, not sure if you approve of my assertive behavior or not. You turn and look at me over your shoulder, winking, "good girl." I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that you have always liked that I take the initiative and always approved of the toys I used to buy.

You glance at the last remaining toys, an 8" vibrator with a curved tip, very thick and veiny, a small 4" vibrator and a strap-on butterfly. I wait silently as you take a sip of your drink and slowly turn to face me. "Is this it?" you ask with a demanding tone. I nod my head quickly, my eyes avoiding looking into yours. "Answer me! Is This It?...and look at me when you speak to me!" you ask again, more loudly.

"Umm, yes. Yes it is," I reply looking at you.

"No...clearly it isn't everything. I specifically told you to bring a couple of other items. Where are they?"

I know exactly what you're referring to, and the thought of those items sends a shiver down my spine. "Damn it...why does he insist on them?" I think to myself.

"Where are they?" you demand.

"I didn't put them out, because..." my words trail off to a mutter.

You walk towards me and wrap your arm around my waist. You kiss me gently on the lips and I can taste a hint of your drink. "Where are they?" you ask again, this time with a much more quiet tone of voice.

"They're in my bag...the small black one over there," I utter quietly, pointing to the bag on the floor near the end of the nightstand. You take a step back and do nothing. I know that you want to make me already more apprehensive than I already am, and you wait for me to slowly go over and pick up the bag. I stretch out my arm, the bag in my hand and offer it to you, but you just grin at me. That grin tells me you want me to take out the items and lay them out, for your inspection...just like all the others.

As you watch me slowly place them on the bed, you down the last of your drink. "You know there are consequences already for this, don't you?"

"Yes Master," I reply quietly.

"Good...I am glad you haven't forgotten," you state with authority. I step back from the side of the bed and take your glass, knowing you want a refill. I glance over my shoulder as you look over the newest additions I have laid out. Picking each one up and looking at it, I see you grinning, obviously pleased with the array of toys I have.

I hand you your drink and wait for you to say something. Without saying a word, you take a sip and set it down on the nightstand. Moving in front of me, you look me in the eye as you reach out, gently cupping my breasts through my silk blouse. I take a deep breath, making them lift upwards. I feel your fingers clamp down, your fingertips digging into me. Just as quickly you release your grip and rub your thumbs over my nipples, already hardening from your touch. You have always known how much I love to have my nipples played with and the effect it has on me since the first time we were together, and have never missed an opportunity to arouse me in that manner.

As you slowly pull the silk of my blouse, the top button pops open. You smile approvingly as you look downwards at my breasts, now heaving up and down as I breathe deeply. Carefully unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way, and pulling it up from my skirt, you pull it open slightly. I hold my breath in anticipation. With your index finger, you trail your fingertip downwards between my breasts, lightly touching me, then up along the front lace edge, over each curvatious mound exposed before you. Unhooking the clasp on the front of my bra, my large breasts push my bra apart, my skin now fully exposed. I take a deep breath and look downwards, my bullet-like nipples rock hard and aching to be touched.

I lean into your hand, wanting to feel more of your touch. It's been so long, and I didn't realize how much I had missed it. I glance downwards and see your jeans, still bulging, the outline of your cock, and can imagine hearing it begging to be let out of its confines. You step closer to me and I feel the heat of your breath on my skin. You slowly move behind me and reach around, sliding your hands up from my waist, squeezing my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I push my hips back to you and rub my ass against you.

"Step forward," you whisper in my ear, pushing against me. "Keep going." I take a few more steps until I am close to the wall, then stop. "Place your hands on it...you know what I want you to do...spread those lovely long legs too." I grin as I place my hands on the wall and widen my stance, tilting my hips and pushing my ass back towards you. "Don't move." The tone of your voice sends chills up and down my spine and I feel twinges of excitement moving through my body. I hear noises behind me, but don't look back. The seconds seem like minutes before I feel your presence behind me again.

You again reach around me, this time instead of playing with my nipples and teasing me, you place the nipple clamps on me. I wince slightly as the immediate pressure is more than I expected. Giving the chain a slight tug, I gasp loudly. You know how sensitive my nipples are, and the extra pressure, and you pulling on them, instantly makes my pussy spasm.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly, my long hair brushing over my ass. Grabbing a handful of it, you pull hard, making me tilt my head back further and my back arch. "You like that clamp, don't you?" you hiss at me.

"Ohhh, Yes...yes Master," I moan back.

Resting one hand on my hip, you pull me back towards you, grinding your bulging cock against me, your other hand still tugging my hair. "By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to enjoy everything else as much you like those clamps...count on it," you growl.

Knowing exactly what toys you are specifically referring to, makes me shudder. I have always had a slight reluctance to try certain things, but this time I know you're not going to let anything go amiss. Letting go of my hair, you rest your hand on my ass for only a second before sliding it downwards, and onto my thigh. You pause for a moment, feeling how soft my skin is then move upwards. I hold my breath as you push your hand between my legs and slip your fingers inside my panties.

"Oooh, you're a bad little girl...you're already soaking wet." You roughly push two fingers up inside me, your knuckles grinding against my soft flesh. Hearing my moans, you slowly, rhythmically finger fuck me. I bend my knees slightly, pushing against your fingers, and you respond by fingering me harder, faster. With your fingers wet from being inside me, you slide them forwards, pushing against my clit. I moan quietly as you circle your fingers around my clit, gently squeezing and pinching it. I feel my legs begin to tremble as you expertly manipulate my swelling and hardening little bud.

"Ohhhh...yes!" I moan, feeling you bring me closer to my orgasm. You've always had incredible fingers, and have an unbelievable way of making me cum so very quickly when you rub my clit. My whole body tenses up and I gasp as my pussy spasms wildly from your masterful touch. Pushing your fingers inside me, I hear you groan appreciatively as the walls of my pussy contract around your fingers, gripping them tightly. Just as my orgasm tapers off, you withdraw your fingers and draw them back to you.

As you trail your creamy covered fingertips over my ass, I inhale deeply. I am dreading what you will do next, and you know it. You push one fingertip against my tightly puckered hole, hard enough to get inside me. I move forward away from you, but as you feel it, you grab my hair and pull hard, making me arch my back, my ass cheeks spreading, opening up to you slightly. "You are going to let me do this...understand?" you growl. I immediately feel the weight of the chain on my clamps tighten, making my nipples ache.




Meeting Master Again



I swallow hard before answering you, tempted to disagree with you, but at the same time, not wanting to. "Yes" I say, as quietly as I can.

"If you're not willing to do this, I can go," you tease. "I've got other things I can be doing."

"No...don't go! Please stay...please Master..." as my words trail off, I feel you push harder, your finger moving deeper into me.

"That's better. And now that we understand each other, you will do what I want, when I want it...the first time you defy me, I am gone," you snarl. "Your ass is mine, just like every other part of you."

Closing my eyes with anguish and a strange feeling of lustful desire, I whisper the only two words I know you want to hear, "yes, Master."

You step back from me, your finger sliding uncomfortably from my ass. I lean upright and turn around to face you. Folding my arms around your neck, I feel the chain on my nipple clamps given a slight tug. Resting your hands on my ass, you slide my skirt up and push the top of my panties down. You squeeze each cheek hard, sinking your fingers deep into my flesh.

"Get the plug for me," you instruct me, knowing how much I am anguishing over the plug. I step back and around you, wiggling my hips and taking my panties off at the same time. Picking up the plug and the small tube of lube, which I know you want as well, I hand them to you. I slowly walk over to the dresser, hiking up my skirt to my waist and bending over, my legs straight and spread wide. You take a few seconds to admire my long legs, accentuated in my high heels, and my fair skin, especially the way my ass cheeks are slightly parted awaiting you. "Good girl," you praise.

I watch you in the mirror as you generously coat the plug, then step up behind me, massaging my tight ass, lubing me up just as thoroughly. Pressing your finger into me, you hold it there motionless for a few seconds waiting for me to relax, then push it in a little further. I sigh loudly when I feel you slip it out, but then feel the larger rounded end of the plug nestled, ready to be inserted. I close my eyes as I feel the gentle pressure, gradually working the plug end into me.

"Open your eyes. Look at me," you say authoritatively. "I want to see your eyes as you feel this plug."

Desperate to keep my eyes closed as I endure the plug's entry, I very reluctantly open them. Just as I do, you push the plug completely into me. The shock of the invasion lifts me onto my toes and I gasp for air as I feel the tapered end, and the base resting against my skin. With a broad grin on your face, you slap me hard on the ass, "Good girl!"

I feel you take a hold of the base of the plug and rotate it, moving it about slightly. In response, my ass clenches tightly onto it, only causing me to feel it even more so. I hear you chuckle as you let go of the plug and step back to look at me. "Mmmm, very nice," you say as you admire my long legs once again, and especially my ass violated by the plug. "I have a little surprise of my own for you," you say quietly. Hearing your words, I turn my head and look over my shoulder at you inquisitively. Grinning wickedly at me, you raise your eyebrows, "be patient...you will find out soon enough what I have for you." I feel my pussy twinge in excitement at your words, and my mind races as to what surprise you might have for me. Knowing that you can be full of surprises, I can only guess what it could be.

"Turn around," you say loudly. Straightening up, feeling the plug even more in my ass, I slowly turn to face you. You smile when you see how dark red my nipples have become from the clamps. Reaching out, you flick your finger over the tip of my nipples, making a point of flicking them harder the more times you do it. I close my eyes, experiencing the excruciating pain and incredible pleasure at the same time. I am enjoying the sensations so much that my legs begin to tremble slightly and I have to spread my feet to remain steady. As I widen my stance, I feel my now very smooth wet pussy lips parting, a rush of cool air flowing over my skin.

I open my eyes, the incredible lust I am feeling showing so very clearly to you. I inhale sharply as you give a tug on the chain dangling between my aching nipples. "I want you," I whisper. Lowering my eyes, I look at your jeans, still bulging from your rock hard cock. Not hearing any response from you, I repeat myself, only a little louder. "I want you."

Still not getting a response from you, I step closer to you, looking into your eyes, reaching for your cock. You shorten the chain by wrapping it around your fingers and smile at me, tugging it downwards. Smiling at you, I drop to my knees, my hands working quickly to unbutton your jeans as fast as I can. You still have a hold of the chain and give it a gentle tug as I maintain eye contact with you, pulling your jeans down, and finally freeing your cock.

Opening my mouth slightly, I extend the tip of my tongue and touch it to the end of your cock. With your other hand, you entwine your fingers in my hair and pull me to you, pushing your cock deep into my mouth all at once. I hungrily suck you, my hands caressing and squeezing your balls, and stroking your cock as you start to slowly fuck my mouth. I hear you grunt as I pull you from my mouth, licking and sucking you all over. Glancing up at you, I see your eyes closed already, and feel your hips rocking back and forth. I moan satisfactorily as you fuck my mouth harder, pushing deeper, your balls rubbing my chin, the head of your cock pushing down my throat.

"Oh fuck yeah...that feels so good," you murmur. "God damn...you haven't lost your touch...fuck...oh fuck yeah." Hearing your approval, I suck you harder and faster, my loud slurping noises filling the room. I moan louder as I take immense delight in hearing you moaning, feeling your hand on the back of my head, pulling me close as you driver your cock deeper into my mouth with each thrust. I hold my head down on you, and squeeze my mouth and throat onto your cock, massaging your cock along its full length. "Ahhhhh....fuck!" you moan. Slowly slipping you from my mouth, I get a taste of your precum. I quickly lick my lips, not wanting to miss any, then swirl my tongue over the swollen and sensitive head, looking up at you with a slight grin on my face. You look down at me, and seeing my reaction, give the chain a firm tug, reminding me that although you thoroughly enjoy my blowjob, you don't appreciate how I relish in the enjoyment of teasing you.

Wincing slightly at the intense sharp pain and pleasure from the clamps, I turn my attention back to you. I flick my tongue along the underside of your cock, making my way down to your balls. I gently suck on one, then the other, letting each one escape my mouth with a popping sound. You tug my hair slightly, making me tilt my head back. You reposition your cock at my lips and push forward, forcefully filling my mouth, your balls slapping at my chin. You watch as you fuck my mouth with abandon, sawing in and out, my lips tightly puckering around your cock. Grabbing a hold of your ass, I pull you to me harder. "Ahhh....fuck! Uuuggghhhhhh!" you grunt. Feeling your cock swelling, I dig my fingers into your ass and pull you to me again, this time holding you deep. "Fuck...I'm cuming!" you groan as your cock erupts the first stream of cum down my throat. I squeeze my mouth and throat onto you, milking your cock, savoring the throbbing I can feel from you. I moan as I swallow wads of cum, your hands twisting, my hair and the chain as you experience your release.

Even as your cock softens, I suck hard, making sure I get every drop. Letting your flaccid cock fall from my lips, I look downwards for a moment, then feel you pulling my hair. My eyes follow the contour of your body upwards until I am looking into your eyes once again. "Master," I quietly mouth up at you. Letting my hair go, you tug upwards on the chain, drawing me up to you. Letting go of the chain, you grab a hold of my breast with one hand and squeeze it, making sure to pinch my nipple forcefully. 

"That was exquisite...just as always," you say with a smile. I let out a sigh of relief and smile back at you. As I do, I feel my face flush. Although I know how much you are sincere, I still blush at your words. Even after all this time, you still have that unexplainable control over me. "If I wasn't pleased, you would know it."

"Yes, Master," I quietly reply.

"Now, we need to see what other little delights we have for you," you say with a sinister tone as you reach around me, slapping my ass hard. Immediately, I feel the plug again. "You'd practically forgotten about that, hadn't you?" you ask with a chuckle. I nod in response, then feel your hand landing hard on my ass again. Whack! "Answer me!" you say loudly.

"No, Master...I mean, yes, Master," I stammer unsure of what my correct answer should be. I bite my lower lip expecting another slap on my now burning ass cheek, but instead, you step back from me. You slip my blouse down my arms and off me completely, my bra landing on the floor next to it. Walking behind me, you unzip and slowly slide my skirt down, letting me step out of it. You eye me up and down, circling me, lightly stroking and caressing my skin, watching as my breathing gets deeper, my nakedness making me blush again.

"On the bed, hands above your head, legs spread," you say giving my ass a hard slap to hurry me along. I can't help but grin to myself as I know how much you have wanted to taste my pussy again after so long. I grip the headboard, expecting you to tie my wrists firmly to it, but instead you pick up your drink off the nightstand downing the last of it. Taking a moment to refill your glass, you have another sip then reach into it, selecting a piece of ice. Climbing onto the bed next to me, you grin wickedly and say only two words, "Don't move." Holding your hand above me, little droplets fall onto my shaved lips. You watch the droplets trickle between them and over my clit, down to my pussy. I try not to jump at the coldness, but can't help it. You dip your fingers into your drink and then rub them on my clit. The mixture of my own juices and Jack create a tasty place for you to put your tongue and you do so quickly. You lick me clean and do it again. The feeling of the cold ice and your hot mouth are making me moan with pleasure. My hands grip the headboard tightly as I try not to move. You let one hand roam over me, stopping to squeeze my tits, pulling and twisting my nipples, making me squirm even more, and of course giving the chain an occasional tug. It is virtually impossible for me to remain completely still, but I try.

I moan louder as you suck harder on my clit, drawing it upwards as you teethe on it. Lifting my ass up, I dig my heels into the bed, my hips jutting towards your mouth. Seeing my reaction, you pull away from me. "I told you not to move, but clearly you are not able to follow my instructions."

I open my eyes inquisitively at you. "Please, Master," I reply quietly.

"And since you are not listening, you will discover the consequences." With those words, you climb off the bed and pick up a silk scarf, fastening it tightly around my head, blindfolding me. I hear you moving about, not sure of what you are doing. I feel the bed move as you climb onto it again. You carefully lift the chain attached to the nipple clamps from my skin giving it a firm tug. The combined pleasure and pain makes me gasp, the sensations coursing through my body, my pussy wettening even more. I hear the ice clinking in the glass, and deduce you are reaching for another piece. I expect to feel it on my throbbing nipple at any second and try to mentally prepare myself for it. Much to the delight of my aching nipple, that is exactly what you had in mind.

But that is not all I feel. I cry out as it seems like my other nipple is suddenly on fire. And it's not just my imagination either. The drops of hot wax from one of the candles I had burning falls onto my tender flesh. I whine in pain, as it is completely unexpected. I grit my teeth as I feel the way trickling down over the curves of my breast, very slowly cooling and hardening to my skin. Writhing from side to side, I close my legs tightly, my body twisting from the intensity of the hot and cold.

"Master!" I gasp. "Please..."

I feel the bed move and let out a sign of relief when you remove the ice and peel the wax from me. "I told you not to move," you say sternly.

"But Master...I couldn't..." I stammer, my words trailing off.

Feeling you grab my ankles, you yank my legs apart, a rush of air blanketing my soaking pussy. You tie the other silk scarves around my ankles, and then to the legs of the bed. I hear you walking along the side, then feel your hands tying my wrists to the headboard. Listening intently, I hear you rustling around, the anticipation of what will happen next, driving me crazy, my nipples aching, my breathing rapid, my pussy so wet that I feel my juices trickling downwards to my ass. As I wriggle, trying to determine the tautness of my bindings, I feel the plug even more prevalent than before.

"It is evident to me that you enjoyed the ice and wax. That is very clear from how sopping wet you are," you say as you run your fingertips from my clit down to my pussy, pushing them inside me. Instinctively my pussy clamps around your fingers, gripping them, sucking them deeper into me. "Oh yes...you are a naughty girl...you always have been...and I am going to make sure we take full advantage of it." You push your fingers downwards, hitting the plug buried in my ass, moving it from side to side through the thin membrane separating it from your fingers. I gasp loudly, the sensation of both penetrations moving about inside me. Sliding your fingers from me, I hear you sucking your fingers clean, savoring my taste. "Mmmm, very nice," you compliment, 'very nice indeed."

After a few seconds of silence, I feel the bed moving as you climb on it again. I sense you hovering above me, and hope that it's not the ice and wax again. My skin reacts to the heat of your breath, my body arching upwards to your mouth. You flick my aching nipple with your tongue, eliciting loud moans from me. I twist my body slightly, offering it up to you, dying for you to suck it, bite it, to torture it and me some more. You roll my other nipple between your fingers, indeed torturing me, knowing exactly what my response will be...an ever increasingly wettening pussy. I moan and whimper, my body tensing and contorting. "Master," I whisper. "Master...Master," over and over again.

"You are so anxious to cum for me...I can feel it...I can hear it...I can smell it..." you moan in my ear. "Yessss, Master...yes, please let me cum for you..." I mutter.

Grabbing a pillow you stuff it beneath me, lifting my hips, stretching my limbs making me feel the plug angled differently in my ass. I moan, a somewhat frustrated moan, but also one of excitement. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me. I am so desperate to cum that I begin to lift my hips up and down, squeezing my pussy tight, wiggling my clit. Doing anything I can to bring me even closer to exploding into my orgasm is making me moan louder. You reach back and untie my ankles, and I immediately wrap my long legs around you, pulling you to me.

Ripping the blindfold away from my eyes, you pause for a few seconds to let my eyes adjust. As I look up at you, you rub your hard again cock against my soaked pussy, then drive it deep into me, making me shudder.

"Fuck...you're so wet...such a dirty little girl," you mumble, jack hammering into me. I smile coyly, and that only makes you fuck me harder. My tits bounce back and forth, the clamps still gripping my nipples with a vise-like tension. Oh how they ache, how they are making me wish I didn't have the clamps. And with every thrust into me, I feel the plug, poking and rubbing inside my ass. I can only imagine what it feels like for you, but the more it is there, the more I am enjoying it.

You lean back, resting on your knees, pulling my hips towards you, reaching underneath me at the same time. Grabbing the plug, you yank it out of me, leaving me with my ass throbbing. Picking up my 8" vibrator you hold it against my puckered ass. I tense up as you push it inside my pussy, a little relieved you didn't slide it into my ass instead. Little do I know. You're only getting it lubed up for that. I close my eyes when you twist the knob, sending familiar vibrations through my pussy. My hips rise and fall as you watch and listen to the vibe moving in and out. You push the pillow further up under me, then withdraw the vibe, replacing it with your cock. I am so caught up in you fucking me again, that I am oblivious to what you have in mind.

Hooking your hand under my thigh, you open me up more to you, and with one swift stroke, you push the vibe almost all the way into my aching ass. I let out a loud moan, one more of pleasure than of pain. You slowly maneuver your cock in and out and work the vibe in and out at the same pace. Both in, both out...then alternating, your cock in and the vibe out, and then vice versa. My body contorts and twists, the excruciating pain and pleasure combining, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. "Ma...Mas...Master....pleeeeeeaaasseeee!" I stammer, my words barely comprehensible. You know I am so desperate to cum, but will not unless you tell me to do so. It's killing me having to try to control myself after not having to because of being away from you for so long, and you can easily see that.

"You want to cum, don't you?" you ask, teasing me.

"Yes...yes Master...ohhhhh yesssss!"

"You like my cock in your pussy and the other one in your ass, don't you?" I moan, but don't answer you verbally. "You like both at once, don't you?" you ask me again louder, aggressively pounding my ass and pussy.

"Mmmmm, yes Master...please Master," I reply between moans and groans. I squeeze my pussy onto your cock, hearing you grunt loudly as you pound into me, my pussy so wet that it squelches with every thrust. With the increased pressure, you work the vibe harder and deeper into my ass. "Ooohhhhhhhhh," I cry out, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cummmmming!" My entire body convulses uncontrollably, writhing, squirming, shuddering all over.

"Aaarrggghhhhh...fuck!" you roar, throwing your head back, driving deep inside me, releasing the torrent of your cum into my pussy. Your cock pulsates, wads of cum filling me, my pussy spasming wildly, my tender ass throbbing. 

Letting my leg go, you brace yourself, your hands resting on my hips. You feel my body still trembling, sometimes with the occasional all over twitch. You look down at me and smile, watching me slowly recover from my incredible orgasm. With your cock softening, you give the vibe a pull, removing it from my still spasming ass. Sliding backwards, you lower your head and feast on my pussy, licking our combined cum as it seeps from me. You rub my clit with your thumb, quickly bringing me to another orgasm, my pussy clenching onto your tongue as I cum. "Mmmm, that's great," you say as you lick and slurp the cum continuously escaping my pussy.

When you have had your fill of me, I feel the pillow pulled out from beneath me, your body laying on top of mine as you release my wrists. I open my eyes and see you looking at me, smiling. "You're just as awesome as ever," you whisper just as you kiss me. I fold my arms around your neck, wrapping my legs around your waist. "And in a little while, we are going to try the rest of your toys," you add with a very sinister tone.