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The Shave

By: abracadabra_1977



It still makes me smile to hear your voice from the shower as you sing. Your words echo from the bathroom into the bedroom where I am lying on the bed, waiting for you to finish. The song ends and I hear the water shut off and the sounds of you drying yourself. Your voice rings out with "I’m ready" and I pad into the bathroom where I had placed the chair earlier. I turn and see you slipping your bathrobe on, your hair wrapped up in a towel and set on top of your head like a crown. I still inwardly gasp with delight when I see you naked – you are so beautiful.

You look at me and raise an eyebrow. I have not told you what I have in mind and the chair in the middle of the bathroom floor has you curious. You take the two ends of the bathrobe’s belt and begin to tie them together. Ignoring your implied question, I stop your hands from making the knot and slide mine in around your damp waist drawing you close to me. I am naked, too, and your warm moist body both relaxes and excites me as I press against you. I kiss your cheek, smelling a delightful combination of body soap and shampoo. Embracing you closer, my mouth covers yours and our tongues dance in the way they have always done, teasing and arousing.

As we kiss, I pull the belt from your bathrobe and hold it in one hand. When the kiss ends, I take your hand and lead you over to the chair and motion for you to sit. Smiling at you, I reach over to the countertop and pick up the eye mask you sometimes use to help keep the light out at night as I read and you drift off to sleep. I place it over your eyes, kissing your lips as I make sure it fits snugly. Then I move to behind you, take your hands and tie them gently together.

I look down at you. Your nipples are hidden by the bathrobe and the soft fine fur between your thighs is curly and wet. I pull the collar on one side of the robe back, exposing your neck and kiss that spot you so love just under your ear. I bite it a little and lick up, rimming your ear with the tip of my tongue.

I reach to the counter top again and pick up the other three items I will need and move to kneel on the floor in front of you. I place my hands on your legs, letting you get used to my touch knowing you can’t see nor move your hands to stop me in case I tickle. You tense, then relax and I begin to stroke your legs. My mouth moves to your lower calves and I kiss upwards to your knee on one side, then the other. Spreading your legs a little more, I stroke the inside of your thighs, my fingers moving up to but not touching your vee. I kiss the inside of one knee, letting my chin drag along your skin as I kiss upwards, occasionally stopping to lick or bite softly.

I hear you moan as I move closer to your pussy. I kiss around it, up to your tummy and down over your navel, but never touching your mound. I peel back both sides of the bathrobe now, watching as your nipples emerge from under the cloth. I can see they are swelling and I brush one with the back of my fingers.It is time.

I reach between my legs and take the can and shake it. Pressing the top, a long white stream of foam empties onto my palm. I take my fingers and dab it into this fluffy damp pile and scoop it up. I move my foam covered thumb to between your legs and place it at the bottom of your moist slit then wipe it clean as I press in just a little moving upwards. I feel the small bump of flesh at the top of your slit and run my slippery thumb around it, teasing but not touching. I reach back into my palm and gather more, taking my time to spread it over your mound, making sure each strand of hair is covered. 

After each application, I trail my fingers back over your clit, smiling as I hear you softly moan.

I pick the razor up from the floor and begin to shave. Expertly I move the sharp broad end over your hair, stopping to rinse it off in the bowl of hot water near your foot. I work down towards your slit and when I reach there, I slide a foamy finger inside of you to press the pussy lip up and out so it can be shaved close. I repeat this on the other side, feeling your thick juice lubricate my finger as I slip it in.

Soon I am finished and I take the sides of your bathrobe to wipe away the last of the foam. I lean back to look at my handiwork and see your bald pussy gleaming in the light. Moving the shaving stuff aside, I move in to feel how good a job I did. I run my tongue into the folds of your pussy, tasting a mixture of shaving cream and your wetness as I do. Then I place my mouth on your slit, my lips against yours and kiss. I shove my tongue into your pussy and French kiss you – my tongue now dancing along the wet warm walls of your cunt, licking and exploring. I pull it out from you and nudge the hood covering your clit. Exposing it, I lapped at it, feeling it get hard from my attention.

My nipples were now also hard. Very hard. I stood and as I did, I held my breast and rubbed my nipple over one of yours then the other. Still cupping my tit, I brought the tip to your blindfolded face. I ran the swollen end over your lips, and your mouth opened, your tongue sliding out to guide my nipple into your mouth. As I felt your lips close around me, I dropped my hands to your breasts and brushed both nipples with the back of my fingers. They were red and very hard. I took one between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently as I rocked back and forth, watching your mouth suckle me. As I tugged on your nipple, your tongue ran under my stiff bud, seemingly milking me. Releasing your nipple, I reached behind you and untied you. Now freed, one of your hands went to my breast and the other cupped my mound, gently fingering my slit.

Still unable to see, you pulled my nipple from your mouth and pulled it down. You took my sensitive nip and rubbed it again on your nipples, then pulled it down lower. I bent my knees and watched as you blindly explored your smooth shaven pussy with the tip of my aching nipple. I kneeled down again and, sliding my tongue out, slipped it between your slit. I shoved and was immediately gratified by sinking deep into your hot wet pussy. I slid in and out and watched as your hand moved to your clit and rubbed in unison with my thrusts. My hands moved to cradle your ass so I could thrust deeper, your legs moving to around my ears and locking your ankles. Holding your ass, I felt some shaving cream that I had missed when I cleaned you off. I swiped my finger through it then moved my foamy finger pad to your asshole. I swirled it around your tight button feeling you relax as I massaged. I pressed the tip against the tiny opening and the lubrication of the shaving cream let me slide inside you effortlessly. 

As I did, I heard a yell erupt from your throat and felt your pussy churn around my tongue. The tightening of your cunt along with the gush of your hot cum was soooo delicious. You wrapped your arms around my neck as I grew soft inside of you and whispered "this IS you, isn’t it?" I pulled the blindfold off and kissed your still closed eyes as we both laughed.

The Shave



I have been shaving my cock and balls for some years now since I have found that I am much more sensitive when a lover's tongue or any other part of his body is in contact with me. In fact, it is my preference that my male lovers also be clean-shaven.

When I first met my new lover Dave, he was more than a little hirsute but I made allowances since the lovemaking was so spectacular. I had been hinting, first subtly then more openly, that I would like to shave him. After months of cajoling, he finally gave in.

After we both stripped, shared a hot shower during which I scrubbed him thoroughly and spent some time making out – just kissing and stroking each other – I pushed him back on the bed with instructions to just lay there and let me prepare. Dave had a goodly sized bush covering his balls and running almost to his belly button and back to circle his anus. Many a time, I ended up with some of his hair between my teeth whilst I sucked him or rimmed him and this was somewhat off-putting. 

I went into the bathroom and prepared to accumulate what I needed; a pair of hand clippers, small scissors, a large bowl of steaming water, a couple of wash clothes, some shaving cream and a sharp safety razor (actually 2 – one normal size and one very small one). To finish off, I took the bottle of soothing lotion that I used each time I shaved myself.

Returning to the bedroom, I laid out my tools on the bedside table and then returned to the linen closet in the hall to fetch a couple of fluffy bath sheets. I brought these back into the bedroom and had Dave roll to the side away from me so I could place one of the large towels under his lower body. 

I first asked him if he trusted me and was answered in the affirmative but with some trepidation; I think that after all these years, he had started equating hairiness with manliness even though I had shown otherwise when we made love. He was a magnificent lover who almost turned me inside out with he took me in his mouth or drove that beautiful cock deep inside me to fill my ass with his steaming cum! God, just thinking about it makes me hard!

I took the barber's hand clippers in hand and carefully proceeded to cut away the top layers of dark curly hair from the base of his cock up to his navel. For a man with so much lower hair, his chest was relatively hairless. I then tackled the hair surrounding his cock and balls until there remained only thick stubble. I then used the small scissors on a few stray long hairs.

Setting aside the clippers and scissors, I soaked a cloth in the hot water and wrapped it gently around Dave's cock and balls; the second heated scrap covered his lower stomach. I explained this was to soften the stubble so I could shave it closer and with less discomfort. He just smiled at me as I leaned in for a kiss of support. 

I removed the cloths and laid them aside for later. I then shook the can of shaving cream and filled my hand with the foam. Taking his cock in one hand, I started to lather by hand from the balls to the tip of his cock and up his abs. As the heat of the form soaked in, he started to grow in my hand and some precum seeped out and mixed with the foam covering his cock.

"You like this, eh?" I grinned.

The response was only a deep rumble in his throat as his cock was really oozing now. With deft but careful swipes with the razor, I cleaned a swath of clear skin across his belly until it was totally bare and glistening. Next came the shaft that trembled in my hand; here I started from the bottom and slowly stroked the covered blade to the tip, removing foam and precum together. I exercised extreme caution here since his veins were pulsating as his blood flowed to grow his erection to its full 7".

As I wiped the excess foam from his jerking shaft, it looked so clean and succulent, I just wanted to fall upon it and devour every delectable inch. But I had much work ahead of me before I was finished. Pulling on his shaft to stretch his balls taut, I carefully removed every last vestige of hair from those cum filled sacs. After wiping them clean with another warm cloth, I instructed my lover to turn over and get on all fours. When he did I pressed his head down onto the pillow and forced his legs wide so his ass was high in the air.

I shook out some more foam into my hand and this time, I spread it over his perineum and around his puckered anus. A little further up the middle of his back and I had thoughally covered him with thick rich shaving cream. Taking the small razor, I told Dave to reach back with his hands and to spread his cheeks as far as possible. As soon as he did so, I quickly shaved all the hair off the perinea between his balls and anus. Then, with infinite care, I used the same small razor to completely bare the entrance to that hot asshole of his. After a little clean up, I wiped all the soap away and then applied some of the edible soothing lotion to cover his now shining pucker and his balls and shaft by reaching through his wide spread legs.

It was time for his reward! I placed his hands – which were still holding those hot globes apart – by his head and I spread his ass myself. Leaning down, I ran my tongue around the now clean and musky entrance to his ass and, as the star literally winked at me, I forced the tip of my tongue into the warmth of his ass! He had never felt anything like this and his groans became louder as I forced my tongue as deeply as I could. In our earlier shower, I knew my intentions and had soaped his butt well so that he tasted slightly of the soap we used and also of his own masculine musk. It was heavenly.

I pulled my tongue out and thrust it in again and again as he met me with backwards humping of his hips. 

"Oh my God! That feels so great! Fuck my ass some more!"

I kept it up until my tongue was getting sore and as I pulled it out, he almost cried from the feeling of emptiness. However, that wasn't to last for long as I picked up our stainless steel anal probe – long, thin and vibrating – and I slid all 9" slowly into his ass as he forced relaxed himself to take it all in. It reached and then bypassed his prostate to reach the end of his bowel as I turned it on low speed. As he clenched his sphincter tightly to hold it in, I lay down and worked my head between his knees until his dripping cock was striking my chin.

Opening my mouth wide, I took all of his cock into the back of my throat by wrapping my arms around his strong hips and pulling myself up and lowering myself repeatedly. Holding on with one arm as I sucked his cum leaking cock into my mouth, I reached back to his ass for the protruding inch of the probe and turned the speed control to high. I could hear the humming from inside his bowels as I sucked his cock deep and hard. 

Dave screamed out so loud, I was afraid the neighbours three houses down could hear him, "I'm cumming! Oh my God, I'm cumming!" as he started to erupt in unbelievable force into my mouth and down my throat. It was all I could do to hold on to his bucking hips!

My own cock was so hard, it was painful; I was streaming precum like crazy and I needed to cum but wanted it my way. As I swallowed the last of his sweet juices, I gripped Dave's strong thighs and pulled myself from under him. He started to roll over since he was aching to take my cock in his mouth to give me satisfaction and because he loved my cum as much as I loved his. But I pushed him back down and slowly withdrew the still vibrating probe for his well-fucked ass.

I was so wet with my own precum that I was sure that I could slide into him with ease but just to be sure, I leaned down and forced my tongue back inside him with a coating of his own cum. With his rear so well lubed, when I directed the tip of my throbbing cock at the star of his anal ring, he quite literally sucked me in. With no effort at all, I had buried my own 7" until I stopped at his spongy prostate. We quickly settled into a rhythm with me pulling his hips onto my cock as I drove with a pistoning motion in and out, in and out!

I was so on the edge and so ready, and his anal muscles were milking me as he yelled at me to fill him with my cum, I quickly started to empty my full balls deep into his hot ass until I was completely drained.

Falling on top of him as he flattened out on the bed, I waited until my cock slid out of its own accord five minutes later and then, gathering him in my arms, proceeded to kiss him as I told him how much I cared for him. Also, I told him I couldn't wait to rub our naked cocks together until we came all over each other. However, for now, a rest and later a shower before we have any more fun.



The Shave



Well, at long last I'm back with a new story. Thanks to all the fans that have been waiting for this story, I'm sorry it took so long. To new readers, one of the first questions I seem to get is, how did I choose my screen name. It was easy, my name is Jennifer O'Dell. I got the nickname JenniferO back in high school. There were 4 Jennifer's in my freshman home room and the teacher just added the first initial of my last name and it stuck. Most of my friends just call me Jenno. I've been writing and submitting stories here now for a few years. I'm now 28 years old, just turned this past November 7th. I'm getting to be an old lady now, but that's ok by me. Let's see what I say when I hit 30 though. 

I'll describe myself for those who are new, I'm 5' tall, 86lbs this morning and have a swimmers build. I'm petite in almost every way, small hips, small body and small breasts. The only thing not petite are my nipples, they are huge. Someone upstairs must thought it was funny when he pulled them out of the parts bin, but I deal with them.

Most of the stories I write and post are based in real events, I do play with timings and people's names and such, but the core is pretty much what happened. I've tried to write fiction, but it seems fake to me, so I just continue to publish these things. Eventually, I'm going to have either quit or try again at making something up. We'll see what happens, those times are not here yet though, I still have a few more adventures to write about.

Ok, so what to say about this story. First it's a long sucker, I'm sorry for that, I've spent the last year rewriting and editing it down, but this is pretty much as far as I could pare it down and still have it make some sense. I'm not sure that it does. The story spans perhaps nine months or so, but the core is over a period of probably a month.

I think there's probably more to be done on it, but I'm through. I hope you enjoy, it's been the toughest one I've ever written.

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Chapter One

This new story is set a bit later than some of my other ones. By this time, Bob and I had broken up for the final time. We had had a number of breakups of the previous year and a half, but this time it was well and truly done. He'd gone cross country to pursue a career as a fashion photographer and I stayed on the west coast to pursue my painting. In retrospect, I don't know what I was thinking at the time, long distance relationships really don't stand much of a chance of working and that proved true with ours. 

I'd been through a few boyfriends since Bob, no one serious and certainly no one who could get my motor running like he did. From the beginning, he had an innate sense of what an exhibitionist I was and used it to the max. It played right along with his voyeuristic tendencies. Between the two of us, things kind of got out of control at times. If you've read any of my other stories, you know exactly what I mean.

The problem I found, was that no one really understood that part of my makeup and consequently no sparks were flying. Of course I couldn't come out and tell them either. I didn't have to do that with Bob, he somehow just got it. If you pay attention, I don't think it's that hard to figure out. The other thing is that it's outside the box. It's not what you find in a standard relationship.

One night at a party however, I met this guy through some friends. We were standing around in a group talking and in the course of the conversation I realized that he was kind of a voyeur.

It didn't come out just like that, but he was kind of hammered and things slipped. We were talking about this one girl who was pretty hammered and was beginning to piss off some of the girls with her provocative dancing. 

I just smiled; girls are way too catty sometimes. She wasn't hurting anyone, just having some fun and she had the body to pull it off. So this guy mentioned how an old girlfriend had gotten out of control at a party one time and started dancing for the guys kind of like this girl was doing. They talked her into going to a strip club down the street that was having an amateur night. 

Well, the other people in our little circle seemed to be a combination of horrified and turned on when he revealed that she ended up getting totally nude onstage.

"So... what did you think about all this?" One of the guys asked Michael. "I mean all your buddies were checking out your girlfriend's titties and stuff; didn't you think that was kind of fucked up?"

He laughed, "I don't know man... I know it should've, but it didn't... I thought it was hot to tell the truth. She had a killer body and looked great naked. What can I tell you?" 

"I paid the price though." He continued, "She blamed me for the whole thing and broke up with me the next weekend because of it. Too bad, she was fun. I thought we had just broken through a barrier" 

The girls just looked at each other, I could read their minds and it wasn't good. I, on the other hand, was intrigued. That little story kinda got my attention and made me wonder. 

He was good looking, had a great job and seemed to be a pretty good guy according to my friends. Of course that story probably didn't do him any favors in their eyes. I made it a point to spend more time talking to him and by the end of the night he asked me out. Over the course of the next couple of months, we became an item. 

It actually ended up working out pretty well, he did travel a lot and that allowed me the time I needed to paint. I'm kind of a workaholic. I liked the fact that he wasn't underfoot all the time.

Well... we were coming up on Valentine's Day, he was traveling and I wanted to surprise him with something and see how he would respond. I felt it was time to bring our relationship up a notch and see how he responded. I gave him the address of my yahoo photo page. I had loaded it up with a bunch of nude photos with explanations under most of them. 

He called me within minutes of looking at the page and had me talk him through each one. He loved it, so I decided to go with the rest of my idea. I asked him if he'd like to see me live online. Of course that got his attention. I mean he was by himself in a hotel room. I had him to get online and then directed him into a private room on a web cam site. When he got into the room, I started to tease him and eventually did a rather provocative web cam striptease. 

Well, he went nuts. He had stayed on the phone and we talked as I was stripping. It drove him absolutely crazy to see me doing this online. He thought that this was a really crazy, wild thing. That was the beginning, after that time, he would beg me to do more shows for him whenever he was on the road and I obliged him, making the shows more and more interesting with the introduction of various toys. We'd be on the phone and he'd tell me what he wanted me to do and I for the most part would. 

As the shows progressed over the next couple of months, he started fantasizing about what would happen if someone came into our private room while I was doing these things. One night when he was talking about that, he wanted to know what I would do. I asked him if he wanted to have other men see me naked. He hemmed and hawed for a few minutes, I had put him on the spot. I urged him on, laughing. I told him he could tell me, it was ok and he finally told me that that was kind of fantasy of his, but he didn't want me to do it if it would ruin things between us. 

I told him that if it was important to him, I would be willing try it. I would leave the room public the next time we did this and see how it went. Well that notched it up a couple more levels for him. He seemed like he was on the verge of an orgasm just at the idea that I would show myself to other guys for his pleasure.

Of course, there was no guarantee that anyone would show up, but just the idea that they could drove him wild. The next time we got a chance to play, I set up the room as a public one and started to tease Michael a bit. A few minutes later a guy showed up. He watched for a couple of minutes, I still wasn't showing anything, but I guess he saw the potential because he started asking me to show my tits and stuff, a couple of minutes later there was a crowd forming in the room. They were all crazy for me to start showing, but I just kept being a tease for a while. 

Now... this was kind of cool, I liked the idea that I wasn't only driving Michael crazy but that I was driving a bunch of guys crazy. It was great fun! But I also was trying to feel out Michael on the whole thing.

I continued to tease... you know taking my bra off from under my shirt, letting them see how my nipples pushed the material my thin shirt out. Stuff like that, but they demanded more. Michael seemed into it too, asking me to show more, he acted as if he was just another guy in the room. I finally revealed my breasts. 

The guys seemed to love it. Of course, there were a couple of them who commented on the size of my breasts, they're just not that big. But I just ignored them, there're always a few jerks that are only happy putting others down. Most of the guys seemed to love my small breasts and large, plump nipples. Actually in my experience, that's pretty typical, it seems big nipples are in demand... and Michael, well Michael, he was beside himself that I was showing all these guys my breasts. 

He liked it so much that that's all he wanted me to do from that point on. Of course I was into it to, but I played it off that I was doing it for him. For the first couple of shows after that, I'd tease for awhile then let them see my breasts. I would then maybe tease my nipples while they watched and stuff, but nothing really wild. I wanted to feel out Michael to make sure that he was ok with the direction this was going. He seemed to be more than ok with it, he was really into it. I progressed to teasing them with different panties and then a thong that really showed off my ass, my best feature. I would pull the thong up into my pussy so that my lips would begin to squeeze out the sides, but no further.

A month or so after we started into this little game, I drank a little too much wine one night and frankly, just got out of control. I finally let them talk me into taking off my thong and let them all see my pussy for the first time. 

Michael was on phone with me at the time as I was doing this and he was so on the edge of coming. I could tell by his strained voice on that he was really having trouble controlling himself. I was really into how he aroused he sounded, I opened myself and let them see how wet my pussy was, how swollen my clit was and just how excited I was. That was it, Michael lost it and came. I turned off the camera and got myself off too.

The next time I got online a couple of weeks later, I found that I had a band of regulars in addition to Michael. Evidently, my reputation was spreading on the web cam site I was on. I don't know what I was doing differently than other girls, maybe nothing, but it seemed like it was always the same names coming into my room. Of course, I didn't recognize all the names, but some were easy. I guess part of it was that I didn't come on every day and so turned into a kind of event when I did open a room, that and I was making things kind of exciting. 

On this particular visit, I let them talk me out of my panties again. I let them see my pussy from a number of angles. One of the best is when I get into a kind of doggie style position with my ass high in the air. I rolled over and lay back, spread my legs and started to just idly play with my pussy a little. Then, I brought out this big, black, vibrator, dildo thing I had just bought, Michael had no idea I had it. I started rubbing it along my slit, a new level of excitement swelled in the room. 

This thing was shaped like a big black, very realistic dick, but it had some kind of twisty thing in it that made it kinda twist as it slowly turned and vibrated. It was sort of like a big, soft vibrating screw I guess. 

I started sucking on the head of it to get it nice and wet before doing anything else and the room lit up. Some of the guys were being kind of rude. They were out of control as much as Michael and I were. They still had no idea that Michael was my boyfriend and that I was doing this for him.

I was getting really out of control now too. It was getting me off big time that all these guys were watching me do this. I arched my back and started rubbing the thing against my pussy again. As I felt my lips parting, that old tingle took over. I set the camera so that it was focused on my pussy, but with the rest of me was still on screen. It was pretty cool seeing what they were seeing. My pussy was stretching open to accommodate this thing. I slipped it back and forth along my pussy lips a few times before slowly sliding between swollen, slick lips. The view of my pussy being stretched and violated as this thing slowly screwed itself into me was so hot. The guys went crazy and I went crazy.

It felt wicked as it stretched me first one way then another and then the vibrating on top of it... lord, it was just friggin incredible. I had the phone still up by my ear and I could hear Michael talking to me, He was telling me to give the guys close-ups of the vibrator buried in my pussy. He wanted me to do other things. I couldn't acknowledge him or really do much of anything other than what I was doing. I wasn't in control any longer, that big, black dildo owned me. 

I continued to play with myself and in what seemed like no time at all, I went over the edge with a tremendous orgasm. I lay there panting, trying to regain control of my breathing, but the thing was still turning and twisting in my pussy and before I realized it was happening, I arched my back and blasted into another huge orgasm. 

I pulled the thing out and lay there recovering from the orgasms as my audience watched my pussy continue to spasm with the post orgasmic waves. When I recovered enough to move, I looked at the screen again and the guys were hooting about my show and wanted to know when I was going to be on again. I told them that it was up to Michael, he was my boyfriend and this had been a gift for him. The guys were amazed that he let his girlfriend do that for them all. It seemed the show was a hit and Michael was so excited that he almost couldn't talk. I cut the online connection and spent a couple more minutes on the phone with Michael before finally hanging up and going to bed totally wiped out.

Well Michael was so thrilled with me and it was all he could talk about when he came back later in the week. He showed me some of the pictures that he had captured as I put on my show. It looked like pictures you'd find in a dirty magazine somewhere, but I had to admit that they did look pretty hot too. 

Well this little bit of exhibitionism became a regular part of our routine when he was on the road over the next couple of months. I didn't always open the room up to public viewing, but more times than not I did. To be honest, I loved the exhibitionist part of it too. That was an aspect of my life that I had missed that with the other guys I had dated after Bob.

Chapter 2

One weekend when he was away on one of his trips, I got a surprise visit from my best friend Rachel. She'd had major fight with her husband and wanted to stay with me for a few days. I was psyched that she had come to visit; I hadn't seen her in a few months.

She called on Thursday night and arrived on Friday afternoon. We drank and talked into the wee hours of the morning. It turned out that she found out or more accurately suspected he had cheated on her. I knew that it helped more if I just listened to what she had to say. She seemed much more relaxed by the time we went to bed. 

The next morning we decided to do some shopping in San Francisco and we had a fantastic time. I forget sometimes how much fun it is go out shopping with another girl. I almost never do girlfriend things like that. We even played the tourist a little bit down at Fisherman's Wharf. As it got later in the day I started looking at my watch. I was supposed to be home by 8pm because I had promised Michael a show. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to manage it though. I was thinking that I should probably just call it off this time. 

We were sitting having an early dinner when Rachel noticed me checking my watch again and finally asked where I had to be. I debated with myself for a moment and then deciding, I waved her to come close as I leaned toward her. I whispered what I was supposed to do that night for Michael. I sat back looking at her with a smile.

She burst out laughing... "You are such a little slut... tell me all about it." 

I looked around and no one seemed to be paying any attention, so I told her the whole story about our torrid little online love life. I told her how it started and even how sometimes, I leave the room public so that other men can see me. I didn't tell her about the big black dildo though.

When I was done, Rachel sat back and stared at me open mouthed. "Oh my god... that's getting me so hot just thinking about it... that sounds so cool! You really are still a little slut!"

I told her that I wasn't that much of a slut; I'd decided to cancel for tonight. 

She shook her head. 

"Oh no you don't, you're not canceling out on my account. I can make myself scarce for a couple of hours while you do your thing. I don't want to be the reason that he had to go find some girl to take care of his needs tonight when you don't show."

I laughed and told her not to worry about it, but she was insistent and wouldn't drop the issue until I agreed to go ahead with my original plan. 

We finished up dinner and headed back to the coast and my house. We got home with plenty of time to spare. I mixed up an icy pitcher of margaritas; they went down so well, that I mixed another one. We were both pretty looped and just shooting the breeze when out of the blue Rachel asked if I ever thought about that party at her house when everything got so wild at the end. I told her that I had often thought of it and had even written a story about it. 

"A story, I've got to read that! I didn't know you were a writer."

"I'm not" I protested. "It's just this thing I do sometimes. I'm not really that good."

I hesitated for a moment considering and then decided what the hell, she's my best friend and besides she's in it, although I wasn't sure how she'd feel about me writing about that experience. I told her I'd let her read it now if she wanted. She did.

While I was calling up the file on the computer, I told her about my stories and how I got started posting some online and people seemed to like them. I opened the story I wrote about that night. It's called "The Wall". I let her read it while I went to make sure everything was set in the bedroom for my little adventure. 

When I came back out into the living room about 15 minutes later, Rachel's face was all flushed and she looked at me with a kind of sparkle in her eye. 

"Jenn, this is incredible... it's what happened and it doesn't sound at all sleazy, just really, really sexy. This is just how it really felt at the time. My god, I think about that night all the time. It was the wildest night of my life. I've never done anything like it since. Jimmy tried to get me to fuck his best friend one night about a year later when we were all drunk, but I wouldn't do it and he got all pissed. He tries to get me to show my tits all the time, I've done that a few times but not to his friends. I hate it when he pushes me like that though. If he'd just let be my idea, I'd do it. I might even be willing to let some guy fuck me while he watched if the situation was right. I want to the one to choose though, not him. And now with him catting around, I'd love to get back at him, even if it's only in my mind."




The Shave



"I know what you mean." I told her. "Bob was great at adventures, he loved watching other men with me and... well I don't know... but at the time, I kinda loved it too. You wouldn't believe some of the things we did back then." 

She looked at me; "You know, I wondered about that, he was kind of the ringleader that night. I bet you do have some stories to tell, I'd love to read some of the others you've written sometime."

"No problem Rache, you can read them all if you want." I told her

She sat there for a few minutes sipping her drink looking like she was somewhere else.

She looked back up at me and said "Jenn, I was thinking about the web cam thing you're going to do for Michael, What do you think about me maybe giving you a backrub or something. I bet the guys would love that."

I just looked at her.

She must've taken my hesitation as a signal that I didn't want to do that and she started back off and apologize. I reached out and touched her arm. 

"Rachel, stop... I think it's a great idea... Michael will go nuts for sure. You just shocked me is all. I wasn't sure what you thought about this whole web cam thing after I told you. I figured that you really thought I was a slut."

She smiled at me wickedly, "I do think you're slutty, but that's what I love about you, I always have. Sometimes I like to be little slutty too. I was just thinking what a rush it would be to know that all these guys were watching as I undressed you, then maybe start rubbing you down with some oil or something. Just so you know, I'm not thinking of getting naked myself though... My husband would kill me if I did that and he ever found out." 

"Well," she reconsidered after a moment in her sweetest voice "Fuck him, maybe down to panties and a bra would be ok." And she giggled. She was toasted. This was dangerous and I loved it!

"Ok..." I said, "So here's the deal, I'll follow your lead? You call all the shots. I have to warn you though; if you want me to leave the room public, the guys are going to go absolutely nuts when they see you."

I mixed up another pitcher of the margaritas. We moved into the bedroom. I turned on the camera and logged online, it was a couple of minutes after 8. 

"Sooo... You want this to be private or public?" I asked. 

She considered, then smiled and finally said "Let's go public it'd feel weird to me to do it just for Michael."

I set up a public room.

When everything was set, I typed a hello onto the screen. Michael responded almost immediately. We chatted a bit about how his trip had been going and what I'd been up to. I told him that Rachel had come out for a visit and that we just got back about an hour ago from shopping. I could see that there were already 10 or 12 lurkers in the room waiting for something to happen, all familiar names. They recognized Michael now and knew that I would be along soon.

It was at this point that Rachel came into the bedroom. She must've been off changing and what she was wearing made me smile. Michael had met her a few times, and while he acknowledged that she was beautiful, thought she was a little too prim and proper for his taste. He didn't know Rachel like I did.

He was going to be blown away. Rachel was only wearing a white thong and a semi-sheer, very sexy, white bra. She has the best ass I've ever seen on a woman and perfect breasts that were perfectly presented in that bra. 

Her breasts are a natural C-cup and very firm. They used to be large B cups, but over the years, they had gotten a little bigger. She was too skinny before, kinda like me, now she looked stunning. Her brown nipples are positioned high on each breast. Her breasts are what women hope for but rarely get when they go to get enhanced. They've settled just a little bit in the last 10 years or so, but that seems to make them even more attractive in my opinion. They were moving and swaying most alluringly now as she walked toward me off camera.

She set some warm oil on the nightstand next to the bed and came within view of the camera and coyly asked if Miss Jenno was ready for her massage. I saw immediately that Michael had seen and he responded by asking me what was going on. I wrote back that I had no idea. The rest of the guys in the room were getting excited. Rachel has that affect on men.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the camera. She climbed onto the bed and came up behind me on her knees. She wrapped her arms around and slowly began to unbutton my blouse. 

Her full breasts were pressed up against my back. She finished opening my blouse and pushed it off my shoulders. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and let it drop to the bed.

She had me stand up and she unzipped the side of my skirt, pushed it down over my hips and off. I stepped out of it and was left standing there in my bra and panties. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently pulled me back down. I sat on the edge of the bed. I started to push my shoes off, but she stopped me.

"Leave them on, it's sexier", she whispered in my ear.

Rachel seemed to as mesmerized by the images on the screen as I was. She started rubbing my arms, then my shoulders and then my belly. She kissed me on the back of my neck as she moved her hands back up to my shoulders. Slowly as she rubbed, she pushed my bra straps off my shoulders. My breasts were on fire, my nipples painfully hard. This was so exciting. She rubbed under my breasts and to the side, never touching the beauties themselves. She leaned back away from me and rubbed my back, it felt heavenly.  

She unsnapped my bra and continued to rub my back and shoulders. With nothing to hold it in place, the cups of my bra started to slide down. I kept my eyes closed and leaned back into the backrub she was giving me. I felt one cup drop away from my left breast, revealing it to the camera. As she rubbed my back she moved back to my arms. She slowly pushed the straps down and off my arms. My bra fell into my lap and I was topless for the audience. I could hear her breathing begin to quicken, matching my own growing excitement.

She continued to rub my back as she kissed my neck and shoulders. I loved the feeling of being exposed like this and having her make me feel so sexy. She gently pushed me forward off the bed and into a standing position in front of her and the camera. She sat behind me on the edge of the bed and continued her slow, sexy massage. She ran her hands down each leg and then back up to my hips. She slowly slid my panties over my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood naked in front of the camera. 

My eyes were hooded with lust. I was so hot by now. Rachel had me turn around and she reached around me and began to massage my bum for the camera. She ran oily hands up my legs and all over my bum. She turned me back around to face the camera and pulled me back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She reached back for more oil. I felt the slick, warm fluid stream from my shoulder and down over my breasts. She was close behind me again and began to rub the oil into my skin. Her hands were slick with it when she finally cupped my breasts. I moaned as she rolled my fat, oily nipples. I had to see how I looked online. 

The image on the screen was mesmerizing. My head was leaning back against Rachel's shoulder. She was pulling and twisting my hard nipples while kissing my neck. I just knew Michael had to be going nuts watching this. I was going nuts having it done. I felt like I could orgasm any second just from what she was doing and probably would if she kept it up. I wondered what the rest of the audience thought of this show. It was the sexiest thing I've done in years.

She continued to rub the oil into my skin. When her hands got down to my hips, she backed away and pulled me back to her until I was lying on the bed with my head in her lap and my legs dangling over the edge. I just lay back docilely waiting for her to continue.

She leaned over me and lifted one leg up onto the bed. She lifted onto the bed as well positioning my feet about 2 feet apart. Then she pressed my knees down, forcing my legs wide apart. This position forced my hips to thrust forward and my pussy to spread wide open. I moaned when I saw myself spread so open and vulnerable on the screen. My pussy was soaking wet and a deep crimson color, my lips spread wide in anticipation.

She looked down at me for a moment. I was breathing deeply now, more excited by her seeing me like this than the guys. I could see that her nipples were hard and her areolas dark and puckered. Her bra was soaked with oil and nearly transparent now. Her thong was also sheer with her wetness. I could see her pussy clearly. I'm not sure that the guys on the other side of the web cam could make out those details though. 

She leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips as she rolled my nipples with her oily fingers. They were so puffy, swollen and sensitive that I moaned loudly as she played with them. Her lips felt soft and sweet, I slid my tongue into her mouth. She responded hungrily, sucking and biting at my tongue while continuing to rub and caress my breasts. 

She was getting me so hot. I couldn't believe that she was doing this to me while Michael watched! I think she must've forgotten about everything and everyone else.

She sat up breaking our kiss and poured some more lotion on my belly. This time she rubbed the oil down along each of my spread legs. She rubbed it into my thighs and down under my butt. As she leaned forward, her breasts hung in my face. I kissed the covered nipple. When I heard a quiet moan escape her lips, I sucked the nipple into my mouth. Her bra was transparent as I worked on her breast with my tongue.

In the meantime, she was giving me no relief either. My open pussy was front and center on camera and she was rubbing the oil all over it. I looked over at the computer monitor and saw myself being spread even more. I saw Rachel's face on the screen only inches away from my open pussy as she spread the oil on my soft nether lips. I was out of my mind.

I wanted to feel Rachel's bare nipple in my mouth and I wanted everyone to see how beautiful she really was. I reached up and unsnapped her bra. She pulled her arms out of the straps and I tossed her bra on the bed. I leaned forward and sucked on her sweet nipple. 

I surreptitiously looked to the screen again. Our audience had quite a view. They could see was my throbbing, open pussy and Rachel's face enticingly close and gently pulling and spreading it's fleshly folds. They could see me sucking on Rachel's lovely breast. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open slightly as she enjoyed what I was doing to her. 

I was so on the edge of an orgasm, I couldn't stand it. Her fingers continued to caress my lips and clitoris. Some gentle pulling and spreading. I could see on the computer screen that my clit was hard and peeking out of it protective hood. When she rolled the base of it with her oily fingers, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. 

She moved forward, pulling her nipple from my mouth. I looked to the screen and saw her take one of my nether lips between her soft, beautiful lips and begin to suck on it. She slid a finger into my pink, open tunnel and I rolled my hips up to meet her tongue. She was teasing me so badly, she had to know how close I was and she was deliberately avoiding my clit. But it felt so, so good. I was moaning pretty loudly by now, totally caught up in the whole thing. 

We were pretty much in a 69 position, so I reached up and pulled Rachel's thong down her legs and pushed it off. She was ready for me, her tight little, pussy open and glistening. I pulled her to me and ran my tongue along her open slit. She hissed in a deep breath and then moaned as I went down on her.

I scooted back on the bed and she followed me. I wanted Michael to see this... all of it. Even in the heat of the moment, I wanted to see how we looked on the screen and it was intense. I watched Rachel lower her mouth to my pussy. I could see one of her beautiful breasts heaving. My own body was totally on display still... legs spread askew, Rachel kind of lying to my side. Her pussy wasn't visible, but my face going down on her was. 

When I felt her tongue touch my sensitive flesh again, I couldn't focus on the screen any longer. I closed my eyes and threw my head back waiting for the rush I knew was coming. She gently took the nub of my clit and sucked on it. Her tongue danced around the base, swirling round and round. Lights were popping off in my head, I could hear the thunder of my blood rushing in my ears and then I went over the edge. It felt like was I just falling into a deep, dark void. I could feel the waves of the orgasm wracking through my body, but it was somehow distant. I could hear my moans and cries of pleasure, but I was separated from it. I just kept falling in a dark abyss totally captivated by these incredible sensations flowing through my body. 

I had no idea how much longer it was that I came back to myself. Rachel was next to me kissing my face and softy whispering my name. I opened my eyes and Rachel's face came slowly into focus. I smiled up at her weakly. I felt so... I don't even know, disconnected I guess. She looked worried.

"You ok" she whispered, concerned.

"Oh My God... what happened" I whispered back... "That was so intense!"

"I don't know... you came and then you just went totally limp... that scared me."

"God, Rachel", I whispered. "I've never come that intensely before. I think I passed out as I came. I could feel everything, but it was so weird. How long have I been out?"

"Maybe a minute or so... are you sure you're ok though?"

"I think so..." I put my hand up on the side of her face and kissed her on the lips.

We kissed and then got intense again. We rolled around on the bed making out and enjoying the feel of each others bodies. For a few minutes it was just us, we forgot all about the camera.

I wanted the guys to see how beautiful she was and I knew she wanted to be seen. 

I had her kneel on the bed in front of me facing the camera and I began to spread oil over her golden skin. She had strong tan lines from her bathing suit. It almost looked like she still had on her white lingerie except you could clearly see her dark, hard nipples. I cupped and fondled her breasts as I kissed her neck. She was stunningly beautiful and the camera was picking it all up. I lifted her breast to spread the oil underneath it, then let bounce back into position. 

I moved around so that I was facing her. I turned us so that we were sideways to the camera. I got up on my knees and kissed her softly on the lips and then started to rub my breasts against hers. Rachel's eyes were closed and she had a sweet smile on her face as we moved together. I glanced toward the screen and moved away from her slightly so that just our nipples were touching. I moved my body so that I was caressing her nipples with mine.

I started kissing her mouth, then her neck. I slowly moved down, kissed her collar bone and then the tips of her breasts. She moaned as I flicked one then the other nipple and finally sucked one deeply into my mouth again. I squeezed her breast as I suckled on the nipple. It was so soft and pliant in my hand. I moved to the other one and then squeezed them together to suck on both nipples at the same time. She was still kneeling but her head was beginning to roll on her shoulders. She was really caught up in what I was doing to her. I was amazed at her passivity. I had never really experienced that before. Usually, I'm the passive one. Her nipples were dark, hard pencil erasers on her soft breasts. Her areolas were crinkled up to the size of a dime. They were so tight that you could see the stretched skin of her breast being pulled into each one.

I got off the bed. She continued to kneel there waiting for me. I took her hands and placed them on her own breasts. She sat back on her legs began to squeeze and play with them, it was so sexy. I let the camera feast on her while I got a toy to play with. She never opened her eyes. 

I got back on the bed and pushed her back until she was lying down. I spread her legs wide. She looked so sexy on display like this. I took the camera and moved it up to her face. 

Rachel opened her eyes lazily and just smiled into the camera. I slowly moved it down her body, letting it linger for close-ups of her breasts. I pulled and tweaked her nipples, she moaned as I did so. I finally moved down to her pussy. It had a little landing strip of hair above it, but the rest was totally shaved and she looked like a little girl. There were no obvious lips until you opened her up. I kept the camera on her as I played with her pussy and spread it wide showing off all her secrets. I took her hand and moved it down. 

"Show them your clit" I whispered to her. She rubbed her pussy for a few moments and then with 2 fingers she spread her pussy and pulled the hood back forcing it out of its warm little hiding place. With the camera still held close, I bent down and gently licked it. She arched her back as I did and thrust her pussy at me. She let out a loud moan when I began to lick the rest of her pretty little pussy. 

When Rachel was right on the edge of an orgasm, I stopped. I put the camera back on the table facing the bed. I made sure that it framed us. I lay down next to her again. I could feel her legs trembling as I cuddled up against her. She was so excited that she could barely contain herself. It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. 

I hooked one of my legs over hers and slowly pulled it open. I kissed her neck and she turned to face me, I kissed her on the mouth again. I peeked at the screen to see how we looked and it was hot. She looked so good lying there legs spread, her breasts heaving in her excitement. I thought I looked pretty good too. 

We continued to kiss and I rubbed her belly slowly. I wanted her to calm down a little bit, but she wanted more heat and was demanding it from me. She pushed my hand down to her pussy. I reached behind me and pulled out the big, black dildo. 

I slid it up and down her open slit. She moaned and spread her legs wider. She wanted it and she wanted it badly. I could only imagine what the guys were saying online. While I could see the computer screen image, I couldn't begin to read anything written there.

What was Michael thinking about all of this? Was it too much? I guess it was too late now to worry about it in any event. 

I parted her pussy lips and slowly slid the black monster into her. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. She arched her back and spread her legs even wider beginning to gently rotate her hips. I slid it back out again and she froze for a second until I reversed direction and slid it just as slowly back into her, going deeper this time. She was ohhing and ahhhing and moaning up a storm now.

I turned on the machine and it started its slow, agonizing turning and twisting. Rachel grabbed my hand. I let go of the vibrator and wrapped her hand around it instead. 

At first she just held it, but then she slowly started to fuck herself with it. I lay down next to her and caressed her breasts as she slid the dildo slowly in and out. I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear that there must be at least 100 guys watching her right now. She licked her lips and spread her legs a little wider, pulled the vibrator out of her hot little pussy. She rubbed it along her clit and slowly slid it back inside.

Does it make you hot knowing all these guys are jerking off right now watching you? I whispered in her ear as I continued to tease her engorged nipple with oily fingers.

She nodded her head. She was drunk with lust. I'd never seen her this far gone before.




The Shave



She looked at me and begged me to go down on her...

"Please Jenn, I loved it the last time you did that. Would you do that again?"

I smiled at her and leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I bit down on it and tugged it and then attacked it roughly. She groaned loudly and held my head as I suckled her breast. 

I began to move down her body again and this time I didn't stop. She was sliding the vibrator in and out very quickly. She was crying out in little squeaks now. When she pulled the vibrator out, her pussy remained wide open, I could see deeply into her tiny pink tunnel. I held her hand away and attacked her pussy. She started groaning and grinding her pussy into my face. She started to come and as she lost it, I slid the vibrator deep into her convulsing pussy. She screamed and totally lost it. I watched as her back arched and she grabbed double handfuls of bedspread and began to writhe on the bed as she came like crazy. The vibrator was sending her into multiple orgasms, one right after the other. Her whole body would go rigid and then relax as the waves claimed then released her. I continued to gently kiss and lick her pussy until she just couldn't take it any more. She pushed me away.

She slid the vibrator out and let it fall to the floor. She was still in the after effects of a massive set of orgasms. She rolled on the bed caught up in the passions of a particularly intense one. Spasms were causing her pussy and butt to pulse as the waves subsided. I rolled over onto my back to rest, spent for the moment. 

After a couple of minutes, I remembered that we were still on camera and looked over at the monitor. It showed us both laying on the bed on our backs with our legs spread, all our secret, pink parts totally on display. I guess after what we had just done, that was no big deal, but somehow it was. I think there's something incredibly vulnerable being on display after sex. Maybe it's just our emotional state after a couple of intense orgasms. Whatever it was, it was time to end the show. 

I got up and said goodnight to the crowd and there were a lot of guys in the room. I have no idea how many... but more than I ever had watch me before. Word must've gotten out. They wanted more, but we were tapped out and I broke the connection and shut off the camera.

While it was still fairly early, I shut off the lights and pulled back the covers. Rachel slid into bed and I followed behind her. We cuddled up together and drifted off to a contented sleep. In the morning when I woke, I found myself cuddled up behind Rachel, my arms wrapped around her, one hand cupping one of her breasts, her hands over mine. It felt so cozy that I just stayed like that for awhile luxuriating in the feel of her body and the comfort I felt with my old friend.

We finally got up and showered and out for the day. Rachel seemed to be in a much better mood today, relaxed and her old self again. We talked about the night before and how hot it was. She couldn't believe that she let herself do that on camera and in front of Michael no less. 

"What's he going to think of me?" she asked 

"He's going to be as in love with you now as I am." I told her... "Don't worry about it. You were so beautiful last night I can't even tell you."

"If Jimmy ever finds out, he'll kill me. I hope no one posts any pics where he can see them."

I told her that I didn't think it would be a problem and while I hadn't thought of it, I hoped I was right. I hadn't thought of pictures of us popping up on some guy's site somewhere. I suppose they're out there somewhere though.

Rachel looked at me with a nervous smile. "Jennifer would you do me a favor?"

"Of course... anything," I told her.

She told me that she wanted me to take some pictures of her. She felt that she looked better than she ever had and wanted to capture that. I told her that we should go out and do it this morning because the light was so good. She agreed and we went out. Rachel didn't just want pictures of herself, she wanted nude shots. She felt that couldn't have a guy shoot them, not being a married woman and so had asked me. We went down to the ocean behind my house and got some stunning shots. I'm not much of a photographer or hadn't thought I was until I saw how the shots turned out. I guess I got lucky or just have an artist eye. 

She was a little nervous about being seen and when the tide came in moved on up the hill into a small field area. I thought it was so very cool that she was doing this with me and she seemed completely comfortable with me shooting her like this. 

She left the next day to back home and too work. She found out about a week later that her husband Jimmy was indeed seeing someone else on the side. She kicked him out of the house. We were talking one night a few weeks later and she asked if I still have my pictures online and what kind of comments did I get. I told her that I had left them there after breaking up with Michael. I had thought about taking them down, but it's the small bit of exhibition I have now, so I left them up. While I don't get a lot of traffic there because I don't really advertise it, I do get some. She was thinking about putting some of the ones we shot up, but didn't want to do it under her name. She wondered if I'd be willing to put a folder on my page and so I did. Now that she's separated, she wanted to show off a little bit. I told her if I got any comments, I would forward them to her and she can do whatever she wishes. She needs to be a bit careful because she's a high school art teacher.

Chapter Three

Michael came home a couple of days later and he couldn't wait to get back to the house. Almost as soon as we left the airport, he pulled his dick out and pulled my head into his lap, sliding his dick into my mouth. He pulled to side of the road just outside the airport. While I was giving him head on the side of the road with all these cars driving by, he started undressing me. He had me naked in no time and was playing with my pussy. The whole time, he's talking about what I rush it was to see Rachel and I going for it. What a fantasy it was to see me with another woman. I was moaning like crazy and just about to come when we heard a tapping at the passenger side of the car. I looked up and there was a cop standing there looking in at us... and at my very open, very wet pussy. I sat up quickly and tried to cover myself with what little clothing I could find. 

We got lucky though. When Michael explained that we hadn't seen each other for a while and just lost control. The officer just smiled and said to get dressed and to take it home. He watched as I dressed, then wished us a good day and walked back to his car. 

We drove home laughing about how lucky we were that the cop was cool. I looked at Michael and then told him how hot that made me that the cop stayed to watch me get dressed. 

"Didn't you notice how I was fumbling around trying to find my clothes? He was eating me up with eyes and it drove me crazy to have him checking me out while you were sitting right there."

He looked at me in amazement... "You really liked that huh?"

"Mmmmm I sure did... Didn't you?" 

"Yeah I did, you should've seen the look on his face while he was watching me play with your pussy."

I looked over at him surprised... "What do you mean watching us?" I asked Michael.

He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds but then told me how he saw the cop in the rearview mirror walking up to the car. He didn't know what to do so he just closed his eyes and hoped for the best. He said when he didn't hear anything after a couple of minutes, he opened his eyes to look around the cop was right by the window just staring at my pussy with a smile on his face. He said he must've been watching for almost another minute before he saw Michael looking at him. That's when he tapped on the window. 

I looked at him in shock and laughed... "You watched some guy watch YOU play with MY pussy, while I was blowing you? Is that about right?!! 

He looked at me kind of guilty and said "Yeah I guess I kinda did!"

I just looked at him with a kind of shocked look then I leaned back against the car door and gave him a big smile. I pulled my shirt off over my head, pushed my shorts back off. I leaned over to him as he drove, pulled his dick out and started blowing him again. After maybe 30 intense seconds, I looked up at him with a moaning smile and told him how really hot it made me that he let another guy see me. I could see Michael was right on the edge and took him deep down into my throat. I slid it back out of my mouth rimmed the head of dick roughly with my tongue a couple of times and then sucked him deeply into my throat and he blew his top. I had to swallow as fast as could to keep up with him. I continued to deep throat him until he was done and started to soften.

I leaned back against the door again and looked at him with a smile on my face. I spread my legs and started to play with my pussy for him. He looked at me in amazement. Here it was in the middle of the afternoon and we're driving down a busy highway and I'm giving a show to anyone who cared to look.

"Wow Jenn I didn't know how hot it gets you to be to show off!! You're a fucking fantasy come true for me."

I was already so far gone that I was just kind of moaning out how sexy I thought it was that he still played with my pussy while the cop watched. I bet he's jerking off in his cruiser somewhere. I played with my clit and he watched. Then I felt the big rush coming. When it hit a couple of seconds later, I arched my back and screamed out my orgasm as it coursed in waves through my body. I closed my eyes, the fingers of one hand buried deep in my pussy and the fingers of the other roughly playing with a nipple. I was riding the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me. 

I finally started to calm down and lay there trying to catch my breath, but still absently rolling my nipple. When I finally regained some composure, I opened my eyes and smiled at Michael.

"Is that ok?" I smiled. "Is it ok that I like to show off sometimes?"

"Oh yeah... oh yeah that is most definitely ok with me!!!" He laughed.

I was thrilled. I had missed doing things like that. Maybe I could share some of my other experiences with him.

When we got back to his apartment, I got out of the car still naked and walked up the drive to his back porch. He had a chaise lounge there and I lay down on it with my legs spread wide open. He came around the corner with his suitcase and stopped in shock to see me there.

"What're you waiting for?" I asked with a teasing smile.

"What if we get caught?" He asked as he started to undress... 

"Oh well!" I shrugged.

A moment later he pushed me down onto the chaise and climbed on top of me. He started to talk a little bit as he slowly made love to me. He told me how he'd love to see me fuck some other guy. I looked at him surprised. 

"Those pictures on your page of your old boyfriend's in your pussy drive me crazy he whispered. I love looking at those."

"Really?" I moaned... "Do you think you could handle seeing some other guy doing what you're doing to me; slowly sliding his big dick into my little pussy. Watching me wrap my legs around his back and begging him to fuck me harder."

I wrapped my legs around his back and urged him on.

I was getting breathless now... "What would you do if he pulled his dick out my pussy and made me suck it? Would that make you hot?"

"Oh god, that would be fucking insane!" he moaned. He was driving his dick into me hard now.

"Do it!" I growled in his ear. "Make me suck your dick."

He pulled it out and slid up my body. He held my arms over my head and ordered me to suck his dick. He thrust it into my mouth and began to pump his hips bruising my soft lips with his hard organ as he held me prisoner. I was so hot now and moaning out my intensity. 

Ohhhh yeah, this would drive me nuts watching him fuck your mouth like this and you swirling your tongue like you're doing trying to make him come. 

"Maybe a second guy sliding that big, black dildo into your pussy?" He was panting and I was almost hyperventilating, I was breathing so fast. "Oh yeah, I'd love to see that, that's fucking hot." He continued

He was on the verge of coming when he quickly pulled his throbbing dick out of my mouth. He had his eyes squeezed shut and was doing every thing in his power to stop himself blowing his load. 

I let him calm down. I was buzzing as well and needed a little break.

When he got control, I reached up and took his dick in my hand and slowly stroked it. 

"So you're thinking more than one guy, maybe a couple of guys or a group?" I whispered. You want to see a group of guys using me like this, making me suck their dicks and swallow their hot come, telling you how hot I was, how tight my pussy is. Would that get you going? Watching them play with my body and doing all those things to me, the things you like to do?"

"Oh fuck yeah, watching you service them would be so fucking hot."

I kissed the end of his dick, there was a drop of precum and I licked it off.

"OK..." I said simply

"Would you really do that?" he choked

"I'll do anything you want me to do Michael." and I smiled.

"Oh God" he moaned again and he slammed his dick deep into my pussy and started to fuck me like a mad man. I started to moan and move with him, I was too hot. This whole fantasy was too hot.

I was out of control there on the back porch. I mean I had absolutely no control at all. 

He was really pounding my pussy... I looked up at him. he was staring down at me. 

"That makes you really, really hot doesn't it?" I whispered; "the idea of other men with me."

He nodded his head, "that would be fucking incredible. It would drive me insane."

"Mmmmmm God, that would be so intense" I moaned.

I couldn't talk anymore, what he was doing now was just too intense.

The sex was so out of control and violent. It was almost as if I was getting ravaged. I guess I was, or maybe we were ravaging each other. In any event, I found that loss of control incredibly exciting. The sex only lasted maybe 10 minutes or so after that, but it just didn't let up, it was so intense. I came and he just kept assaulting my tender pussy with his hard dick, deeper and harder as I squeezed him again and again in passions of my orgasm I was screaming out my pleasure for all the neighbors to hear. When he came, he groaned loudly and just kept pumping until he was totally spent, then he collapsed on my chest. 

We lay together like that pillow talking outside on the back porch. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back. I was lying on his chest with him still in me.

"So who were you thinking about sharing me with?" I smiled... "that was kind of kinky."

He was still breathing hard, "That got you hot didn't it?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah" I told him, "it kinda did, it seems so naughty letting someone other than my boyfriend or husband do that to me. It's like stuff you see in dirty books or dirty movies. I was surprised that it got you off so much too. That's what got me off most, seeing how hot it made you."

"I didn't even think about it until I saw you with Rachel." He explained. "I thought I'd get jealous if I saw anyone else with you and I didn't. It just made me really wild. I wanted to fuck you so bad that night. Then I thought, how cool would it be if a couple of guys surprised you and Rachel and fucked the shit out the both of you. Maybe they broke in the house or something. It got me so hot to think about, I couldn't wait to get home."

"Did you want to fuck Rachel too?" I pursued.

"Of course, but I can't see that really happening, that's when I wondered how it'd be if I could've been there while some guy or guys screwed your brains out. The idea of your pussy wrapped around another guy's dick just gets me all worked up. Am I a twisted fuck or what?"

"Yeah it is kind of twisted, but it's also wicked kinky." I was quiet for a few seconds and looked down at him. "I'll do it if you really want me to though."

Oh fuck Jenn, I can't believe you would do it. That would be so fucking intense. I could feel his dick getting hard inside me again.

I moved slowly on him, nothing major... just moving cause it felt good to move a little bit. 

"So, who do you have in mind?" I asked. "Do you already have someone that you want to watch with me?"

"No... not really , no one around here anyway." 

"Good" I said. "I don't think it should be total strangers maybe somebody you know from the gym or something, but I'd prefer not knowing them."

I hesitated and then added, "I was afraid that you were thinking of Deanne and Dave. I love them to death, but I don't know how comfortable I'd be fucking them."

He laughed, "not a chance with those assholes... no way! It would drive me crazy to think of sharing you with them, they wouldn't appreciate you. If we ever get married, I don't want them talking about how they fucked your brains out one night.

I was still moving slowly on him and he was quiet for a while just enjoying what I was doing to him. I started moving a little faster on him now, still lying on his chest. He was pumping into me too. 

I sat up so that I was straddling him and began to get into it again. He was into it too.

He looked up at me and reached up to fondle my breasts as I moved on him. He rolled and played with my nipples as he squeezed the soft, firm mounds. I loved it. 

Finally he said... "Maybe you should come on one of my next trips with me. I know we could maybe arrange something if you're still up for it."

I leaned down and kissed him... "Ok, just let me know and I'll arrange my schedule."

He began to pump into me again and in what seemed to be no time, he came again. This time I collapsed on his chest and just rested. I was worn out, but it felt cozy to lying there and feeling his grow soft inside of me.

I guess we stayed like that for maybe an hour dozing on and off, his dick was soft and barely inside, but it felt nice. I finally had to get up and use the bathroom. Afterwards, I put on a robe and walked out to the car to get my overnight bag. When I rounded the corner I just stood there looking at my car realizing that at some point, we had been caught again. There was a UPS package on the hood the car.

Chapter 4

As it happens though, everything between Michael and I blew up the very next day. Two things happened, one fed by the other that ended our relationship. We weren't living together formally, but when he was in town, I was over his house more than mine since we got together. So naturally I spent the night with him, we both really needed that, not for the sex, we'd had plenty of that during the afternoon, but to just hang out together.

The next morning, Michael had gotten up early to go to the gym. I decided to check my email from his computer before heading out for the day. When I turned on the monitor I found that the computer was already on. I just figured he must've forgotten to shut it off the night before but his email was open. I probably wouldn't have thought anything about it, but apparently he had been reading this email and it was from his boss. I saw my name and it caught my eye. 

It was very clear that Michael's boss had seen my show with Rachel. I gathered from the message that Michael, his boss and another guy he works with had all watched the entire show and Michael must've made some comment about them fucking me sometime and what a great piece of ass I was. 

His boss had thanked him for the address to the room and told him to remember to let him know when the next show was going to happen and that he should bring me to the sales meeting next month, he'd love a chance at fucking my brains out. He also advised that he should drop the bimbo in Vegas and hang onto me, I was a keeper at least for a while until he had gotten a chance to fuck that other hot piece of ass that they saw the other night. 




The Shave



Author's note: This is a rare piece of erotica from me from the male perspective. The one I'm actually qualified to write from. It's semi-autobiographical, but the scene itself derives from a random comment born in the depths of my warped little mind, not an actual event, more's the pity. 

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It had been a while since I felt like dancing, but Stefan was in the right mood in his booth and a string of Sisters, Nephilim, Joy Division and New Order, Covenant and the odd Screaming Tribesmen meant I found my spot on the floor and kept it.

I had gone scruffy that night, staring at myself in the mirror and thinking I couldn't be bothered either shaving or running the trimmers over what was, to be perfectly honest, sharply outlined designer stubble.

So I hadn't brushed my hair before tying it back, and instead of my normal elaborate clothes and coat I had put one of my more piratical lace shirts over my laced pants, put on boots and left it at that. 

I was through my third beer without noticing the alcohol, and sweating hard enough to pull the laced front of my shirt all the way open, when I noticed her noticing me.

The fact I noticed at all says something about how good I was feeling, but not even I can be self-conscious all the time and after I did a sly audit of the people around me and moved to see if she was tracking me, I had to admit it was probably me she was casting those calculating, up-and-down sideways glances at. 

I had noticed her earlier, but then I had been admiring clothes and trying to spot friends, and she had merely passed by my radar as a tight body, charged with energy, wearing skin-tight patchwork black and grey jeans and a ripped band shirt over a long-sleeved fishnet top, a plain black bra seen at one edge of the T-shirt.

She was sexy, but not stylish compared to the corsets and leather I had been letting my gaze linger on.

Moving, however, she was a different matter, and moving in my direction made her a whole lot more noteworthy.

The next song picked up the rhythm a bit and she started dancing closer. We were half turned towards each other when I looked over at the bar to see what the wait was like, turned back and she was gone.

Well, shit. Score one for crushing disappointment.

I finished the rest of that song, then headed for another beer. I had to wait to get to the front, then suddenly there was a crowded feeling next to me.

"Buy me a beer?" She asked, leaning on the stainless steel and pressed against my arm by the crush of the crowd.

The bar-boy arrived before I could respond, so I just let actions speak for me.

I didn't give it to her until she told me her name was Ravyn. What the hell, I could go with that.

She lead me outside, to the smoker's balcony, taking a swig as she slipped through the crowd like an eel in painted-on denim.

We went right to the end before we found a free spot, and she leaned her back into the wrought-iron corner.

"You dance well, Ade," she said, giving me a frank, intense look as she took another swig of beer.

"It's a fluke, I haven't had enough practice to dance well. You're better at it than I am."

"You don't usually come here?"

"I don't usually dance when I come here."

She clicked her fingers. "I recognise you now! You're usually glammed up."

"I'll accept that as an uninformed description of my usual devastating style."

She laughed easily. "You need a shave."

"Which is why I'm not glammed up."

"You didn't have time to shave?"

"I couldn't be bothered shaving. I've had a very relaxed day."

She gave me a calculating look over the top of her beer. "Tell you what. You let me shave you, and I'll have wild sex with you."

I had another drink, to give my head time to settle around that one. "If you don't cut my hair," I said. "The hair stays. Facial hair is up for grabs."

"Done," she said, holding out her hand to shake. "Facial hair only. But you have to let me do it my way, as I wish."

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay. My safe-word is Bailey."

She grinned, a little fiercely. "Oh good, you know the rules. Fancy leaving now? I'm a little horny. I didn't drive, so I guess we're getting a taxi back to my place?"

She lived on the opposite side of town to me, so I had no idea where we were going until we got there.

The house was old, wooden, built in the fifties to a style that didn't quite fit because they were trying to be "modern," not intelligent. She had it to herself, and had stamped a casual, cheerfully messy and goth/punk persona on it.

"It's a bare-foot house," she said when she let me in without fumbling with the key at all. "And visiting boys have to go shirtless at all times."

I could hear the smirk in her voice even from behind her head.

I unzipped my boots and peeled them off, followed by my socks, faster than she could manage her laces, which gave me time to stand in front of her and peel off my sweat-soaked shirt.

Hitting 30 had not come with fat, and a figure that had always been wiry had even managed to put on some muscle lately, so I didn't look like a poorly padded skeleton.

"Hmm, I like a good hard man," she purred as she finished untying her boots by touch and kept her eyes on about the level of my sternum. "And piercings! You do know how to give a girl jewellery to play with."

"Turn about is fair play, Ravyn" I said as she finally stood up, peeling her socks off.

She just grinned at me and hauled her band shirt and her fishnet shirt over her head together, leaving her in the black bra I had glimpsed earlier, covering small but undeniably tight breasts on a torso even leaner than mine.

"Right," she said, her grin not fading, "bathroom. Now. Come on, you."

She grabbed my hand and lead me, her grip strong and sure, her hand warm and inviting.

The bathroom looked even older than the rest of the house, cycles of heat and humidity ruining the cheap wallpaper, vinyl floor and what was probably undisturbed asbestos sheeting.

But the light was strong and the room was clean, with the faded look of surfaces that have been bleached repeatedly because it's the only thing that'll work.

"Right," she said, grinning even wider, standing in the doorway. "Strip!"

"Did we just talk about my face? Because I've done the rest."

"Ooh, lucky me! I'm only doing your face, but you agreed to let me do as I wanted to, and I want you naked. Strip."

By this point, my laced pants were too tight to be comfortable anyway. I stripped, facing her, not making a show of it but just staring her straight in the eye as she looked at my waist as I undid my belt and pants and pushed them and my undies off my hips and peeled them down my legs.

"Hmm, you're nicely formed all over, Ade," she said, licking her lips as I stopped bouncing. "Where the hell did you get those thighs?"

"Lots of cycling," I replied, turning sideways to give her a good view of my legs and also, not unintentionally, my full length. "Years ago, but they never went away."

"Lucky me, again. And you've shaved your legs and your balls, but not your face."

"Yes, but they were two days ago."

"Fair enough."

There was a chair in the corner, which she picked up easily and sat down close to the sink.

I couldn't help noticing the leather straps attached to the front legs and the back of the chair.

"Sit," she said, pointing, "you're tall, but I think you'll fit."

I sat, not taking my eyes off her, putting my ankles in front of the leather cuffs in front, and folding my arms behind the chair to where the other cuffs were.

Smirking, she bent down, tightening the cuffs securely around my ankles while I got a good look at the tops of her tight breasts. She put her hands on my ankles to push herself upright and leaned forwards to kiss me - the first time she had - fiercely, with lots of tongue, and teeth scraping over my lips.

I kept my arms were they were.

She walked slowly around me, trailing one hand over my chest, over my pierced nipple, flicking the ring and making me grit my teeth to not give her the satisfaction of making any noise, until she knelt down behind me to cuff my hands. Those cuffs were adjustable vertically, and she pulled my arms down snugly. That pulled my shoulders down, which meant I had to shift my hips forwards in the chair, although I had been tall enough to sit right back even with my knees over the corners and my feet flat on the floor.

Then I heard her giggle, and she rushed out without an explanation. I was almost feeling worried before she came back in winding a thin rope around her hands. 

She stepped straight behind me, pulled my hair tie off and quickly and surely tied the rope through my hair, attaching the other end to the chair and pulling until my head couldn't bend forwards before tying it off.

"Right," she said with a purr in her voice as she stepped back in front of me, "naked, hard, and disciplined. Just how I like my men."

She opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a mug, a shaving brush, and a wicked, gleaming, cut-throat razor.

That definitely raised my eyebrows.

"Don't worry," she said, stropping it on a leather strap, "I've done this a lot."

Her eyes dropped. "Aw, you're not going to go limp on me, are you? Here, let me help."

I wasn't, but I wasn't complaining either as she put the razor on the edge of the sink and dropped to her knees between mine.

She engulfed me in one smooth motion, not messing about with kissing or playing or warming up, just swallowing me. I purred as her throat closed around me and her teeth lightly closed around my base as she grabbed my balls, one in each hand, and started tickling them gently.

She only worked me long enough to make me rock-hard, then slipped off and stood up, deftly unhooked her bra and dropped it, then peeled off her jeans, revealing no panties. There was a gleaming equilateral triangle of piercings now visible, and I wasn't sure which one to focus one.

"Have you ever hooked nipple rings together with someone?" 

"Haven't met anyone as qualified as you," I managed to get out before she flicked my own rings with her fingers and made me inhale sharply. I tried not to respond, but both nipples at once was a bit much.

She laughed, grabbed my shoulders and used them to brace her as she stepped around my legs and straddled me. I was going to protest as she started lowering herself, before I realised I was already wearing a condom. How the hell had she done that?

We both groaned when she pressed herself down over me. She was wet but not soaking and hadn't lubed up, so there was enough resistance to make me shudder and her gasp with eyes closed as she worked her way down until she was sitting on me and I could feel there was no more depth to plumb. 

She took a few deep breaths, settling herself, her small but jutting breasts lifting and falling hypnotically, which I could only see by rolling my eyes downwards. Then she sighed happily and opened her eyes again, rolling her hips about me just enough to be maddening and make my body twitch.

"Now," she said, running her hands over my chest and playing lightly with my nipple rings, "we do have to shave you."

"You can't be serious," I managed to say past the slow roll of her hips.

"Oh, I am, and you agreed, lover-boy." 

"What are the rest of the rules?"

She smirked. "You don't chicken out or make me cut you, and you don't cum, and you get to fuck me. You do, and I get to fuck you."

I looked her straight in the eyes. "Deal."

With a half-smirk on her face, she reached out, turning her head to orientate herself, and turned the tap on, splashed some water into the mug, put it down to turn the tap off, then dumped the brush in the mug and picked it up, bringing it between us and holding it between her breasts.

And all the time, as she was leaning and twisting and shifting her balance, her legs were compensating and as her leg muscles worked to keep her balanced, her internal muscles twitched, squeezed and rubbed as well, as sweat broke out on my suddenly burning face and the muscles in my torso locked.

She lathered up the brush, holding the mug against her chest to give herself enough room between us - I could see why she wanted my hips forwards in the chair, now - and tilted her head from side to side to look at my jaw, looking for the first time as though she was concentrating on what she was about to do.

I concentrated very hard on keeping my head absolutely still, knowing exactly how sharp a cut-throat razor was.

She lathered my face quickly and surely as she rolled her hips from side to side, a slow, silky caress of my cock even through the condom. I managed to relax, breathing evenly and smoothly.

"You know how to do this properly, then," I managed to get out in an almost normal tone of voice.

"I'm a hairdresser. We had an old barber train us how to do this."

Okay, then. That was immensely reassuring. "Aren't there supposed to be hot towels involved?"

"Call me impatient."

I had my eyes closed as she swirled the brush into my skin, an automatic reaction whenever anyone gets anywhere near them. So I felt her switch to a brisk brushing motion, then I felt her stop.

I heard a chink as she put the mug back on the counter, and I opened my eyes in time to see the mirror-bright razor blade right in front of my face as she presented it to me. My gut involuntarily clenched again and I nearly went cross-eyed.

I saw the predatory gleam in her eye a second before she clenched hard around my cock, making me exhale violently and all the muscles above my waist clench hard so I didn't twitch.

"Ooh, I am so going to enjoy this," she said gloatingly. "Now tip your head back and hold still."

The rope through my hair was already holding my head back, but I did as I was told and closed my eyes again, willing myself to relax and let all sensations just flow through me, not affecting me ...

My cock wasn't listening.

She slowly rolled her hips around me, not squeezing, just rolling me inside her. 

I had to inhale deeply, thinking stationary thoughts at my neck muscles, and nearly jumped when I felt the cold razor touch me in front of my left ear.

She giggled as she slowly drew the razor across my cheek, working it down in short strokes, making little sound through the sparse hairs that constitute my not-sideburns, and gave my cock a sudden squeeze halfway. 

I did not make her cut me. 

"How much blood have you spilt doing this?" I gasped out when she lifted the razor off.

"Oh, you think I've done this before?"

"I'd be a lot more worried if I thought you hadn't!"

"Point. I've met some boys with quite poor self-control."

I was going to say something to that, but the way she shifted on my lap warned me to shut up and keep still a second before the razor landed just in front of my right ear.

She didn't move my head for me and I didn't dare do anything except keep still. 

As she started drawing the razor down the right side of my face, she started a pulsing clench-and-release over my entire cock, sending spikes of pleasure through me that slowly grew in intensity, from sweet to sweet agony, before she reached my beard and stopped once more.

She begun humming under her breath, a bright and playful version of More by The Sisters.

I took it as a warning.

"Keep your head back," she said in a sing-song voice, tickling her fingers down my chest. I didn't need telling, but I managed to swallow any retort I felt like making.

Swallowing made me acutely aware of what it did to my throat, just before she started there. 

She clenched herself hard around me, harder than she had so far, and held it for the entire upward stroke of the razor, sending a constant rush of burning sweetness right through me. 

She did not cut me.

She didn't relax until she had done the other side of my neck.

"Now do you see why this'll be worth it?" She asked me playfully, as I let out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding, and started gasping for air.

She kissed me hard, sealing off my mouth, and expertly pinched my nose shut as well. I was seeing stars and nearly choking before she pulled back and let me suck in lungfuls of air.

As I was gratefully filling my lungs again, she started working on my beard.

I was breathing so heavily through my nose I almost inhaled the shaving soap as she briskly disposed of bristle that had grown out to a number 3 or 4 length.

I keep my eyes shut, trying to meditate, as she stilled her hips - to concentrate on what she was doing, I hoped - and carefully finished with my chin before switching to my upper lip.

In the middle of that, with my cock gripped firmly inside her velvet heaven and with her hard, pierced nipples brushing against my chest, the most agonising torture was a building and excruciating itch in my nose.

I had to hold it without twitching, without wrinkling my nose or upper lip and without, at all costs, sneezing.

I had to hold my breath and nearly passed out before she pulled back, scrubbed a towel across my mouth and said "Finished!" In a surprised and disappointed tone of voice.

"I ab aboud ..." I began, on the verge of losing control.

She threw the towel over my face a second before I sneezed so explosively I nearly jolted her off me.

The towel ended up on her breasts for a second before her helpless laughter jolted it off.

"No blood?" I asked, as calmly as I could. 

"No blood," she admitted, wiping tears off her eyes.

"And I didn't cum."

"You didn't cum." She didn't seem disappointed by that, but there was a definite air of resignation about her. 

"Well, then," I said, looking her right in the eye.

She stared back at me with narrowed eyes for a moment, then sighed and stood up, pulling off me with a faint sucking sound, and undoing the ankle restraints before walking around behind me, untying my hair and undoing the ankle cuffs.

She stepped back to the side of the chair as I took my time standing up and rubbing my ankles and slowly rolling tension out of my shoulders, my cock still wearing the condom and still as hard as a rock in front of me.

She held the rope out to me with her wrists pressed together. "You get to fuck me," she said with notes of challenge, defiance, and resignation in her voice.

I took the rope but stepped into her, pushing her hands down. She didn't step back.

"Is there a time limit on that?" I asked.

Her face took on a slightly wary, slightly uncertain look. 

"Tonight?" She said, after a pause.

"Good, because I believe we have a lot of tonight ahead of us, and I believe I saw viagra in your cabinet. And are there any other limits on tonight?"

"My safe-word is nevermore," she said, with a hint of challenge back in her voice.

"Good." I pushed her suddenly back against the sink, but with my arm around her lower back so she wouldn't bruise. Then I pushed her hands back to brace herself on the edge of the sink, and reached down to grab her left knee and pull it up so her foot rested easily, despite her height, next to her hand. 

"Don't move," I whispered into her face with my hand sliding up between her breasts to sit gently around her neck. By bending at the knees, I could slide straight into her.

She gasped, lifting up onto tiptoe as I bottomed out inside her.

I used my hand around her throat to keep her in that calf-straining position while I pulled out, then slammed into her again.

She gasped, jumped, and bit back a whimper.

I relented then, not wanting to bruise her too early.

I began fucking her fast, choosing my depth and angle to get the most pleasure for me, holding her around the throat to keep her still but not squeezing, my cock so hard for so long it was nearly numb but with the position, and the power she had given me, and the way she was whimpering ...




The Shave



I didn't have to slow down to draw breath before I jerked inside her and came almost painfully. 

She felt my movement change and heard me grunt, but with the condom on she couldn't feel me cum.

Her eyes flew open in disappointment, her gasps letting me know full well how much she had been getting into it.

She tried to open her mouth against my hand, but I used my thumb to press it closed again as I leant forward next to her ear, not letting her move from her strained position against the sink.

"That was just to take the edge off," I whispered. "We've got a long night ahead of us."

TO BE CONTINUED.

PROBABLY.