0 comments/ 48466 views/ 0 favorites You Did Want To Be My...? By: jenyes Blackness envelopes me as you finish fastening the blindfold. Smiling as your voice floats behind me, your fingertips trailing along my shoulder and arms. Our fingers wrap together as you lead me down the hall and into the bedroom. My thighs make first contact with the mattress and I stop, waiting for your instruction. Fingers parting, your lips breeze through my hair to my ear. "Get on the bed." "Shouldn't I undress first?" But your finger on my lips indicates I should leave that to you. And I mount the bed, your hands directing that I crawl up and remain on all fours. A long moment passes and my ears strain for signs of your movements. A drawer scrapes open, followed by the dull shuffle of items being moved, and I think chosen. The drawer signals it's return and the room is silent again. My skirt is raised with the material collected on my lower back. Exposed, but still covered, to you. One, no maybe two, fingers trace from the back of my knee upwards. Retreating before they reach mid-thigh. Now another sensation along my calf's: Strings? Braids? No, too soft and wispy. Then it hits me, hair. Picturing you using your hair, your head tilted to the side, as you kneel behind me. But you speak and I know its not your hair as your voice is much too high for your face to be at my legs. "Have you guessed yet? Can you place it?" And my mind churns, what could it be? The light feathered touch ends but I still haven't solved the mystery. A touch along the leg opening of my panties draws my attention away from it. Not a finger, something firmer. Solid. Rubber or latex perhaps. This new enticement is suddenly rejoined by the caress of the hair. A turn and twist and it dawns on me that both sensations arise from a single item. A sudden recognition and flash of excitement as I now suspect what your surprise is for me. And my face breaks out with the insight. "Yes, you remember it now don't you?" Your voice playful and pleased. Another turn in your hand and the length of it is against my leg. The long tapered shaft with its longer explosion of hair. "You did want to be my pony-girl didn't you?" I don't answer, my mouth dry and thoughts racing. Remembering it in the display and my disappointment when we didn't leave with it. But you had other ideas for that evening and you know how I love your surprises. A shifting on the bed accompanies the removal of the toy. You must have set it down as your fingers hook into the crotch of my panties. I think you mean to pull them down but I'm met with another surprise. Your fingers meet midway and I feel the fabric pull and stretch until finally a ripping. With the crotch torn open, your fingers depart but soon to return. Again, moments pass then the shredded opening is widened. Cold wetness announces the lube you place into my ass crack. One hand pulling me open so you can paint my rosebud. Your forefinger presses forward. Slick. Familiar. Confident. Opening and readying me. You push it deep inside me, working it left and right, up and down, in and out. It withdraws and I await its return, most likely with a second finger. I'm not disappointed when seconds later I feel two press back. But I am surprised by the hands that take hold on my head. Startled further when my face is lifted and my lips met with a kiss. The kiss familiar but not yours. Lips soft and welcoming. I return the kiss, kisses. They distract me as the fingers continue their work. Its not until the kisses end that I realize that the fingers are now three. The probing of the fingers stop then agonizingly removed. I suck in gulps of air in anticipation and this time the wait is short. The hard round blunt end of the toy slips into my spread opening. So cold and impersonal after the warmth and pliability of your fingers. A steady pushing, my ass opens wider. Another flash of memory as I recall its length and girth. The girth a little frightening, tapering from the width of a thumb to several inches before becoming a tight ring before the base. The base then sprouting a thick mane of flowing hair, my soon to be tail. I'm stretched now but I know that more is to come. My breathing is rapid and I'm having trouble relaxing even though I know that will make it even harder if I can't. Its then that I'm startled again by the hands and lips. I'm being kissed again. The same lips and mouth I'm sure but somehow different. Oh, yes! Its the taste, she tastes different now. Your voice behind with another instruction. "Just the tongue. Let her have your tongue." Her tongue extends and I suck it greedily. Pulling it into my mouth. Relishing the taste of your pussy on her tongue. The plug presses forward. And I suck her tongue so hard in response. Both of us whimpering as a result. Just as I'm about to scream out, my ass closes down around the thin ring before the base. You must have signaled her. As soon as the plug was in place, she pulled away again and I'm left alone. Only the plug, with my ass throbbing around it, with me on the bed. I hear sounds but I'm too lost in the fullness emanating from deep inside me to pay them any attention. My head lays on the bed as my rear sways and, with a rush, I feel the soft mane brush one leg, then the other. I don't know how long I stayed in that position. My butt waving in the air, sure that my tail is being watched, hoping that it pleases you. Its not until the hands pull me up that I wonder what had become of you and her. Anticipating what's next, I purse my lips for the kiss. But no kiss this time, instead her tongue touches my lips. I open my mouth for it and it slides between my lips. I suck it softly at first, then harder as your flavor fills my mouth. The bitter musk shared between us in a deepening kiss. After a few minutes, you touch my cheek, and I'm sure hers as well. "Come now my pets. We have reservations." Our kiss ends and I sit up. My skirt falling down over my ass and tail as I do. The blindfold is removed and I blink over and over to clear and focus my eyes. Smiling as I see my companion who has been kissing me. "Hi Sarah." She smiles in return standing a couple of feet from me. Your hand takes mine and you kiss my lips softly before you turn back to her. "Show her." Sarah reaches down and lifts the hem of her skirt. Just an inch or two. But enough for me to see the dark beginnings hanging between her legs. Then looking down and lifting my skirt, I see the matching mane between mine. You Did Want To Be My...? Ch. 02 You take both our hands, requiring that we release our skirts and covering our matching tails. You lead us out of the suite and to the hotel elevators. Walking oddly at first until my rectum adjusts to the large plug inserted deep in it. Sarah seems more at ease than I which I attribute to her arriving before me. My jealousy flares up for a moment and I glance at you. You seem to have expected this from me and you meet my questioning eyes with a knowing smile. Oh how you know me, and I regain my confidence and calm my fears. Another thought strikes me and I lean back and look behind you towards Sarah. Yes, it might be a bit apparent. Oh, definitely. There's no hiding to anyone looking that she has something there. Which means that I will have the same telltale sign. Again I look to you and you nod, indicating that is part of your plan for the evening. I squeeze your hand, acknowledging it as well. The ding for each passing floor advising that we are nearing the lobby. As the floor numbers go down, my pride at being with you and at being your bitch goes up. The elevator door opens and we exit, still hand in hand. You steer us towards the front door and the warm spring air refreshes me as we hit the street. I feel eyes on us and a few heads turn. I only smile even as I imagine them discovering the secrets under our skirts. We stroll down the avenue until we reach the beach. A tug of your hand turning us towards a small beach side bistro. Large open windows face the ocean and candle light flickers among the tables. Inside, its like all sounds are muted, even the crashing ocean waters appear to lose their way through the doorway and windows. The hostess expects us and shows us to a booth in the front corner. Potted plants adorn the room, granting the patrons a sense of privacy no matter their table's placement. Our front booth occupies a prime location with a marvelous view of the sunset on the ocean along with a sense of being alone, surrounded by the fauna that blocks us from the view of others. As with our stroll here, I catch several looks of other diners as we pass them to our table. The plug accepted now, my walk much closer to normal but still not quite there. Knowing, while the tails are just hidden by the length of our skirts, the slight budge is not. And I imagine a knowing smile on the hostess' face as she stands to the side to allow us to take our seats. A bottle of wine starts us off. Its one of "our" wines and it tastes better than ever. Transfixed for a bit by the murmur of the ocean, the dying light of the sunset, the sparkling lights of the candles and the sweetness of the wine, I almost miss your question to me. "Yes, my love, I did enjoy your surprise. Surprises." And I give Sarah a smile and a nod. Our waitress appears just as my glass is almost empty. She takes the bottle and replenishes our glasses. Its at that moment that I feel your hand on my knee. Its a sign to me that you like her and, before I turn my attention to her, I notice that both your hands are under the table. Sarah's look informs me that her knee is likewise occupied and we share another smile. Our waitress is slightly older than me. Dark complexion and thick jet black hair. Eyes with a dreamy look to them and quite full lips. But I know the feature you like and I see that she meets your criteria. The swell of her breasts straining the white starched blouse that serves as half the uniform here. She asks if we are ready to order. Looking up directly into her eyes, I find myself blushing slightly. Caught in the middle of my inspection, her lips curl sweetly before stating, "I think I will start with you." Your fingers tighten on my knee in silent glee at my predicament and I ask for her recommendations and agree with each one as my order. She takes Sarah's then your order with each pause involving a glance in my direction. Making sure I'm not again checking her body out or is it making sure that I am? With your placement in the middle of the booth, you lean forward slightly as you ask again the salad dressings. Your hand moving up my thigh as you do, fingers dancing and searching. As you sit back, I feel a tug as your fingers had found my tail. It causes me to gasp which doesn't go unnoticed by our waitress. She leaves us then and you whisper to me to quickly go ahead and look. My head swivels and I get one look at her ass and legs before she is gone from sight. Her hips are wide, matching her chest. A runner I think from the look of her legs, the muscles well defined and firm. Dinner is delicious and we spend much of the time commenting on the food and the creative presentation of each dish. The wine is finished quickly and a second bottle follows. Each time the waitress returns, you direct me to look and soon I am openly looking at her both at her approach and departure. She meets and anticipates my glances and, long before the time she returns to clear the table for dessert, our looks have long passed flirtatious. Standing to the left of me, she reaches for the empty plates not knowing that you are reaching under the table, pushing my skirt up and running your hand ever higher up my leg. You ask her the desserts again as your finger finds my sex. Sarah joins in now, her bare foot running up and down my calf. Both of you working to excite me more than I already am, and its working. Flushed again, I know my nipples are at full alert with my top no match for them. As you hoped, her eyes are drawn to them as she takes my order. I draw it out, asking again about the fresh fruit, so that she may continue her look. Our play increases as soon as she leaves. Taking full advantage of the hidden corner, your finger enters me. Long, slow movements in and out of my soaked pussy. Sarah scoots closer to you and her hands caress your neck and breast as you turn to kiss her. "She wants to fuck you but you're my bitch." Said softly but the truth unmistakable. "Perhaps I may allow it but she must know it first." Sarah's head on your shoulder as you speak to me. "Do you want me to tell her?" "No. I want you to show her." Your finger is removed and lifted up to my face. I suck it clean as you and Sarah watch. With your finger in my mouth, you pull my face to yours. Eyes meeting, your voice low but clear. "I want you under the table before she gets back. Show her what a good bitch you are." I slip off the cushioned seat and duck under the tablecloth. Sarah is helping you lift up your skirt and I move between your legs. Your position in the middle of the booth makes my feet extend back out from under the table. I pull your panties aside and attack your pussy with my tongue. Licking and sucking, your clit already in a very aroused state, I wrap my lips around it and suck softly. Feeling your hand at the back of my head, I increase my suction and the movement of my lips upon it. Sliding my hand up Sarah's leg, I reach her pussy and find your finger sliding in and out of her wetness. As my fingers touch your hand, you take hold of it and guide it to her. I press in, her liquid warmth encompassing my probing finger. Your hand still on mine, you direct a second finger into her and I push both in and out as I circle your clit with my tongue. I can hear you and Sarah kissing. Your fingers playing in my hair as I eat you. The knowledge that I am doing this in a public place with the waitress soon to appear, makes me crazy with lust. Especially as you want her to catch us, to know. Your hips rising up, pushing your clit back between my lips. Your hand pushing my head back down. Fucking my mouth. I suck and bite softly on your clit, feeling you nearing your climax. Knowing she must be approaching. You stifle the sounds of your orgasm, not wanting to push the bounds of decency any further. But your orgasm itself is strong and your thighs squeeze my head tight as I try to keep sucking and licking you through it. I'm stopped though as you become too sensitive and push me back. I know I should come out now but I decide to take advantage while I can. Pulling my fingers from Sarah, I give her several long licks of my tongue. She actually slides forward on the seat, bringing her pussy closer. I grasp her tail as I lick again and again. I hear the words hissed low and firm. "She can't do that here!" Leaving Sarah in a state, I move out from under the table. She's facing away, back towards the inside of the restaurant as if standing guard over us. The sound of my movement draws her attention and she glances back disapprovingly at me. Her expression changes suddenly and I realize, that coming out from under the table, she's seen the tail between my legs. I retake my seat, finding our desserts on the table. She gives us a curt, "I'll be back with the check" before marching off. Sarah giggles and you break out in a grin. We work on our desserts but our appetites have changed. They're left mostly unfinished when she returns with the check. Placing it on the table, she gives me a long searching look before leaving again. You hand me your credit card along with the bill. "Go give this to her. See if she still wants to fuck you." "Oh but I know you want her!" "Perhaps..." And your voice trails off as you consider adding another pet. I stand and walk towards the back, seeing her off by the bar. She stares at me as I go to her. I hand her the bill and card and she takes them in silence. Running the card, she hands me the slips and a pen. I don't move but instead remain before her. We look at each other for several long moments. She tilts her head towards the ladies room. "We've had a few women go at it in there but never right at a table before. Lucky for you its a slow night or someone might have complained and we'd would have had to call it in to the police." I blush deeply but still remain silent. "My name's Kara by the way." "Its nice to meet you Kara. I'm Jenny, would you like to join us?" "Would I what??? Are you serious?" Her face contorts with expressions of shock before changing to questioning as she considers it. Reaching a decision, she blurts out, "Well you should go back to your friends now." And leads me back towards the booth. Turning the corner, she freezes and turns to me. "I don't believe this." Looking over her shoulder, I see you alone at the booth. Well not alone, but the only one visible. Sarah's feet now positioned where mine had been. Your face with eyes closed, hands pressing down at your sides as your hips rock back and forth. Kara's hand takes mine and she pulls me back towards the kitchen, then the ladies room. Closing the door behind us, she pushed me up against the door. Kissing me as her hands bring mine up above my head. Her body pressing against mine. I'm sucking her tongue when I feel her hands pulling up my skirt. She rips her tongue from my mouth to ask, "What is this anyway?" Her hand moving around to touch the mane of hair sprouting from my ass. "Its my tail," and I turn around to show her. She grips it and pressure builds as she gives it a yank. I moan and she yanks again, pulling harder to draw it out. I take long deep breaths of air, relaxing as best I can. Feeling as if I'm being ripped open as the wide end of the plug tries to make its appearance. Kara is insistent on seeing and keeps a steady pull. My face hugging the door, I feel my ring spread and spread and spread until finally the plug moves. Once the fat end is out, the rest slides out easily and just as easily I cum with it. "Oh my, this IS big." She holds it up so I can see, my knees weak at the sight and the recent orgasm resulting from its removal. Then her hand returns it, pushing it back in, but only about halfway. Her torso at my back, she works it in and out. Fucking my ass with it. Hot words blown intp my ear, "Do you like a good ass fucking Jenny? Does it make you cum hard? I bet it does." "Mmmmm, yes Kara. I do. Do you want to fuck my ass?" The plug moving deeper and deeper in me, I hear Kara laugh. "I AM fucking your ass Jenny." With a strong thrust forward, she buries it back completely. I'm up on my toes but quickly drawn back flat footed as she again pulls it out, letting it slide out on its own until slamming it back in. She spins me and we kiss. Hot, needful kissing. Her hands squeezing my ass as I squeeze hers. Our tongues are sliding back and forth when I feel her hands on my shoulders. Pressing me downward, to my knees. I push her skirt up and pull her thong down. Her pussy almost hairless, a small tuff of hair above her sex remaining. A small gold ring dangling in her lip close to her clit. She lifts a leg up and over my shoulder, giving me better access to her pussy. I lick at her greedily, sucking her ring into my mouth off and on. Pushing my tongue in deep, tasting her hot tight cunt. She grinds on my face using her leg behind me to keep me where she wants me. My hands caressing her ass as I suck her pussy. Her breathing quickens and I move a finger between her legs. Searching, finding and caressing the tight rosebud there. She grips my hand, pulling it away and up. My finger brought into her mouth then returned, wet, to her ass. Teasing her tight hole with my finger, my mouth sucking her clit. Feeling her tense up, I work the tip of my finger in as I flick my tongue at her nub. "Yes, yes, yes...." Kara's fingers tearing at my hair. Supporting herself as she cums. We straighten up a bit and then return to the booth. Sarah's head back on your shoulder, I find my seat and pass the crumbled paper to you. Amazed I somehow kept it. With a flourish, you sign the slip and hand it to Kara. "Dinner was wonderful and I hope you found the tip appropriate." I share a smile with you before doing so with Kara. Now her eyes are on you as we rise together to leave. "Did Jenny extend our offer?" Kara nods, "Thank you, yes she did. I think I might like to do that." "Great, we're in room 1502 at the Mystic. Stop by when you can." We leave the restaurant and kick off our shoes. Walking in the warm surf along the beach. Arm in arm in arm. You Did Want To Be My...? Ch. 03 The surf fruitlessly washes at the warm grainy sand as each step lifts up. My feet digging into the semi-solid mat that oozes around and between my toes. I do love walking barefoot, especially with the water and sand adding another sensuous element. But my real joy is being on your arm. No words between us as we wander the crescent of the beach. None are needed or welcome. Our pace is leisurely, each of us absorbing the meeting of the night with the never ending ebb and crash of the ocean. The salt air so refreshing, it draws long strands of our hair before us as if pointing the way. This stretch of the beach is blocked by a tower of rocks. We stop before it with Sarah and I turning to face you. In the low light, I see your hand at the back of her head pulling her face to yours. Your kiss is soft and loving, ending sooner than she would have liked. Her hand still touching your face as you move back from her. Moonlight exposes your teeth as you smile at me, my eyes focused there as I'm pulled in the same manner as Sarah before me. Your lips barely touch mine and a sudden crash of disappointment that's immediately sweep away when you pull me again. This kiss served up through a smile, knowing how your teasing initial buss was received. Like Sarah, its over well before I wish it. Your grin again lighted by the shimmering light tossed by the waves. Fingers of your hand at the back of my neck turn me to the right, where I find Sarah directly before me. Slight pressure and my lips find hers, the two of us brought together by you. This kiss lasts longer. Fingers dancing along the nape of my neck offering unneeded encouragement. The kiss grows and flowers with both of us kissing for our pleasure and for yours. Knowing that you want this. "That's enough for now I think." Your words tossed and nearly carried away with the ocean's roar that surrounds us. I can't see Sarah's eyes in the waning light but I suspect they mirror mine. Arms hooked again, we retrace our steps back up the shore. Silently, unrushed, perhaps bordering on hesitant, we make our way past the restaurant and into the bustle of the town. Where the sand finally gives way to grass and pavement, you hand us your sandals. Helping each other, we brush the sand from one foot, then the other, before slipping the sandal on. Afterwards, I clean Sarah's feet then my own so we can slip our sandals on. A tug at my back, you ensure that my less than modest skirt keeps my tail from appearing for all to see. I smile at you, half wishing that you hadn't. A short walk later, we reach the hotel entrance, pausing there while the doorman awaits us. A moment passes before you tilt your head indicating it was time to go in. Back in our room, you close the door and lean back up against it. "Take off your tops." Your eyes bright and shifting between the two of us. Shaking my hair free as my top rises free of my head, I catch the sight of Sarah undoing the last of her buttons. Her lace bra so enticing in how it holds her firm globes. For what seems the first time in ages, I speak. My voice deeper than normal. "Let me do that." She turns and I unsnap the clasps of her bra. My fingers lingering, moving over the lines left in her back by the material. Following up, I reach the top of her shoulders and I lift the straps forward and down. Over the same shoulders, I see the pointed peaks of her nipples that grace her freed flesh. "My turn." Facing me, she makes a circling motion with her finger. I spin around and then its her fingers touching my back and undoing my bra. Her breasts press up against my back as her hands come to the front to remove my bra by slipping her fingers under the bottoms of the cups. I can't help it and a low gasp of surprise and lust escapes my lips. You are beside us with your hands moving up my arm and hers. "Like at the beach." Fingers closing around my upper arm, making me turn back to her. Your hand continuing up until it finds the nape of my neck, "Remember, just how you were then." We position ourselves as we were in the warm sand and surf. I didn't notice it then, perhaps it was our clothing or maybe we weren't this close, but our breasts touch as we kiss. Along with your eyes on us, my desire soars and I kiss Sarah greedily. Our tongues quick to join in along with the hard nipples poking into each other. "That's it, oh so beautiful." Your long fingers stroking my neck and, I'm sure, hers. After several minutes, your grasp firms and pulls me slightly to the left. "Don't stop." And we continue to kiss but now with only one breast touching the other. "Whatever you do, do not stop. Do you hear?" The question in my mind quickly answered as a hard slap greets my uncovered breast. I open my eyes and see your hand raising, then falling across Sarah's breast. Her eyes already open after hearing the first clap upon my flesh. Our kisses take on a different tempo. Quick rushed kisses before the sting of your fingers on already aching nipples. Moans accompanying tongues in the other's mouth. Your pace quickening and the heat rising from my reddening breast. We're twisting now with each strike of your hand. Our lips never breaking contact but otherwise separating our bodies. This gives you two more breasts to hit, and you do. Eyes closed as you work up new pink flesh. Suddenly the blows end. I sense in Sarah's kiss that she is also unsure as to what is to come. I keep my eyes closed until my arms are pulled behind me. Silk cord wraps around my wrists, binding them at my lower back as you run the cord around my waist before tying my hands tight. Sarah is soon bound in the same manner and lead over to the bed. I watch you finish undressing her, getting my first good look at the tail swinging behind her. I wonder if my ass looks as good. Then its my turn to be disrobed. For some reason, I blush feeling Sarah's eyes on me. The rush of blood quickens as you lead me over to the bed. You sit me there on the edge before gently lowering my torso to the mattress. Your hands spreading my legs, exposing my soaked pussy with my tail below it. You move a pillow under my head, raising me up so my vision of the lower half of my body is clear. I can see the rest of the room as well including your hand grasping Sarah's arm and drawing her between my open knees. Your hand on top of her head pushing her down. Our eyes meet, locking and acknowledging what is to come. What has long been desired. You keep the hair out of her face as she licks me. My view, and yours, unobscured. Her tongue eager and oh so good. My feet on the floor allow me to lift and grind against her mouth. Doing what I've longed to do. Well, some of what I've longed to do. "Oh she likes that. And it looks so good." Your fingers helping when her nose brushes the folds partially hiding my clit. You pull them aside so her mouth and tongue have complete access. I'm so close when your hand wraps up in her hair and jerks her head up. Up on my toes, my ass off the bed, begging you to let her finish. You just smile and tell me to look at her face. I see Sarah's cheeks and chin shiny with my wetness. Her pink tongue touching her lips as we stare at each other. Then you bend, twisting her head again towards you. Your kiss is long and wet and loud and, in my current state, I am half-crazed watching you. You pull her head back again and look towards my sex. A hand flies and I see a flash of light behind my eyes as it finds the center of my sex. I look up at the ceiling as the stars appear along with the second and third quick, hard strikes on my clit. Just as I'm sucking in large gulps of air to calm myself, Sarah's mouth is back upon me. And this sound, the sound of her sucking wetly on my pussy, pushes me over. My thighs gripping her head as I flood her with my cum. My orgasm is shattering with my legs alternating opening and squeezing at her head. Lifting up my ass before pulling back away. My clit now too sensitive for direct contact, almost painful as I feel it pulsating in the glow of my orgasm. I look to see you releasing Sarah from your grip. A knowing smile on your face. Sarah falling back onto her haunches, gasping for air. Her need for relief evident. Just then, a knock at the door...