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A Meeting

By: chylo



Nervous, I walk up and look for your doorbell, not finding one, I just knock on your door, not knowing exactly what to expect. 

You open the door, and I cautiously ask, "Mary?" 

You smile and say, "Tim!" Taking my hand, pulling me in you immediately start hugging me. 

I wrap my arms around you, hugging you back. The embrace is a bit short, a bit awkward, a bit amazing, and a bit of everything I hoped it would be. You pull away, smile, and look into my eyes. Before you have a chance to say anything, I say, "Wow, your pictures don't do you justice."

You smile and blush a bit. "You're not so bad yourself."

I'm watching you, listing to this voice that I know from the phone, come from a picture I've seen on the net. The idea that they are from the same source is a bit odd, but that thought passes quickly. "I'm glad I made it here." I say bringing you closer to me.

I hear a, "Me too, yippie!" as I hold you close to me. Having you in my arm intoxicates me, you are quickly becoming my drug of choice, and I can't help myself. I look down into your eyes, and you smile. I lean down slowly, making sure you're not pulling away from me, and seeing that you're not, I kiss you.

It is soft at first, just the slightest pressing of lips together. But the warmth of our breath melts away our timidness and the kiss becomes a passionate flood. Lips are sucking on lips, tongues are spilling out of our mouths, covering the new terrain ahead of them, leaving wet trails as proof of their travels. We are caught up in the moment, hands are traveling over our bodies, feeling the flesh beneath the clothing. 

Reluctantly we pull away, a bit out of breath and panting. I look into your eyes, you blush a bit and smile. "Yippie!" You say softly. I lean down and put my head by your ear. "Yippie!" I whisper softly into your ear.

Slowly, my tongue slides out of my mouth and flicks at your earlobe. I start sucking it in, breathing heavily on your ear, and hoping that the hairs on your neck are standing on edge. My lips follow, sucking your earlobe into my mouth, feeling the tiny hairs on it with my tongue, leaving it slightly moist.

I pull away and blow on it softly, cooling it down, and contrasting with the warmth of my mouth. My mouth then slides down and starts dry kissing your neck, sucking at it a bit, softly, lightly, not leaving any marks, only making you blush more. My tongue darts out and winds over your neck, making you lean your head back and giving me more access to your body.

I continue kissing and teasing your neck, moving my way to the other side, watching as your head moves over to give me continued access. I'm so turned on, knowing that I have you that completely open to me. That you're giving me unrestricted access to you. I'm glad, because by now I'm addicted to your skin, and I'm afraid of going thru withdrawal if you were to push me away.

Your hands have found their way to my head, and the first thing they do is pull out the rubber band holding my hair back. With my hair free, it's sliding over your face, teasing at your cleavage, and trailing sensually over your ear. Your hands are sifting through my hair, letting it slide thru your fingers like sand. You push me away from my ministrations for a moment, letting me look into your eyes before you closed them and pull me back down to you, kissing me harder then I have been kissed before.

You are taking control a bit, sucking my tongue into your mouth, biting a bit at my lips, tugging on them. One hand has stayed in my hair and the other is resting on the top of my chest, a slight weight on my body, a warming touch that seems to promise to explore further.

One of my hands is on your back, supporting you, letting you lean back and up with some comfort so we can continue this kiss, while the other is sliding up the side of your body, from your hip upwards, not touching the parts that you most want touched, but touching you exactly the way you want.

I'm completely hard, I feel harder then I normally get, and I wonder if you can feel me pressing into your belly. My hands switch places, with the one on your back sliding down lower, over your ass, holding it firmly, bringing your body closer to mine, still kissing you, and being kissed by you. We pull our mouths apart again, but we both are craving bodily contact so much that you just lean your head down and my cheek rests against your forehead.

You are looking at the top of my shirt now, a bit of my neck is showing above the collar. You can't seem to stop what you're doing, fascinated by my body. Your hand reaches up and under my shirt and you slide your hand all the way up my chest until you can see the tips of your fingers peering up from the collar. Your hand flattens out, it's so warm it feels like a red hot iron searing my flesh and I sigh in pleasure, blowing warm air across your forehead. I'm sure that the feeling of your hand on me will be branded into my sense memories.

I pull my head away, and look into your eyes which are looking up at me. There's this smile on your face from ear to ear. You say, "Tim, my god, I don't know why you're worried about things. This is incredible."

I blush and look up at the ceiling. "Maybe it's just who I'm with."

"Damn straight" I hear you say and then your amazing laugh reaches my ears.

We are there, smiling at each other, your hand still on my chest, my breath still caught in my throat. I'm so turned on now, I'm so wanting you. I look into your eyes and I feel your hand slide down farther, cupping where my breast is, you fingers are slipping over the nipple, flicking quickly over it.

I look into your eyes and laugh. "I thought I would be the one to get to play with your breasts first."

You smile, "couldn't help myself I guess."

My hand slides up your body and finds your breast. "Well I guess that we could just as easily explore each other at once."

At that moment I find your nipple and pinch a bit hard. Your head falls backwards and you let out a moan. "Ohhhhh, I guess that could work." You say as your head returns to an upright position.

I lean down and kiss you, kneeding your left breast as we untwine our tongues. I'm hoping that my kisses are not lacking as my attention is more focused on the soft flesh in my hands. It feels so good, I'm imagining sliding my tongue over it, licking at your nipple as I kiss you, unconsciously living out my fantasies for your breasts with your tongue.

My mind thinks of sucking your nipple into my mouth and biting on it softly while I am nibbling on your lips. Your hand is sliding all over my chest, back and forth between my nipples and pinching, pulling, flicking, and just having a good time. I feel you smile under my lips and I smile back.

My hand slides behind you, and looks for the clasp to your bra. With a bit of fumbling I manage to unhook it and as you once told me, set the puppies free. My other hand has found it's way through your sleeve and helped remove the bra from under your shirt. When I have accomplished this task, I slide my hands out from under your shirt and hold your hands for a moment.

I'm standing away from your body, and I pull on each arm in turn, making your body, and more importantly your chest shake. I smile and laugh, and you do to as you realize I just want to see your breasts sway, free from their confines, under your shirt. Laughing, your body shakes more, and then you just start shaking a bit, giving me what I want. I'm still holding your hands so it doesn't take much for me to pull you back to me, feeling your body conform to mine, and I can start to hold you tight.

"Thank you," I whisper breathily in your ear. I move down to your neck and kiss and lick and suck at your flesh. It feels and tastes so good to me. I feel you wrap your arms around me like you're trying to hold on for dear life, and I'm glad I'm the one you're holding on to. I notice behind your is your kitchen table.

So, still kissing you, I'm pushing you backwards, back to your table, and finding you a seat to sit down on. We break for a moment while you sit down, and then I get on the floor too, on my knees in front of you. You smile down at me, for the first time above me. You're enjoying a new view of me, but I'm still playful and craving your body.

I flip your shirt up a bit and my head finds it's way underneath before I falls down and enrobes me. My head, my face, my nose and my tongue is all pressed against your body, unable to get some distance to appreciate the whole of it, but in a unique position to feel your heat and warmth concentrated. Intoxicated as I am, I can not help but start to explore your body with my tongue, drinking in your taste.

I start with the flesh under your breast, the under fold that has your sweat and scent. It's salty and my nose is pressing into your soft flesh, and I feel your hands outside of your shirt on my head, encouraging me, holding my close to you, making sure that even if I could, I wouldn't be able to free myself from your body.

As though my entire head was on traveling on my tongue, I go from one side of the fold to the other, then up your cleavage and to the top of the other breast. My beard is prickly against your skin, part of it surely must be touching your nipple, as my tongue slowly slides in a wide spiral around your entire breast. As I go, the spiral very gradually tightens.

I'm revolving at an excruciatingly slow rate around your breast with your nipple at the center of my travels. I can hear your moans and giggles as I tease your flesh, knowing that the warmth of my breath and the slippery feel of my tongue is driving you wild. Right before I arrive at the nipple, I pull back and blow over the entire breast, letting the cool wind let you know exactly where my tongue had traveled.

We are both at the stage where we need to play with your nipple, I desire the feel of the hard nub on my tongue, just as much as you desire the feel of my soft and firm flesh against yours. I lean in and let the tip of my tongue flick over the tip. I'm moving it as fastly as I can and enjoying the way it bounces back. It's driving you wild, and you're pressing my head towards you.

My tongue relaxes a bit and it slides from the tip of your nipple down to the edge of the areole. I slowly lick with the flat of my tongue at your nipple. You're still pressing me firmer towards you and my lips are now on your nipple kissing at them, pursing themselves around them, massaging you with just my lips. 

Now that I am here I can't help it, I start sucking at them, bring them into my warm mouth. It's so wonderful knowing that I'm turning you on so much. I'm so glad that you're letting me tease you like this. My teeth are now very very very lightly nibbling at your nipple.

I'm so turned on because you're letting me turn you on. We are both feeling the pleasure that I'm sending through your body, it's as though our bodies are connected. Every jolt, ever moan, every sigh, every one of your reactions are making me hornier, making me want to keep up what I'm doing, wanting to continue pleasing you.

I feel your hands push my head down your body, my mouth leaving a trail down from your breast to your belly, past your belly button, pushing me lower, guiding me lower, wanting me lower...

A Meeting



Not long ago I met a woman on line. We chatted on line, did a little phone thing, and got to know each other pretty well. One of her fantasies was to have someone watch her play with herself. Being the good little Boy Scout that I am I agreed to be the one. She lived just a couple of miles from where I worked, her husband worked out of town, so I just dropped by to see her at lunch. We met four times and this is what happened each time.

Visit 1 – We hadn't met before in person and even though she had described herself to me online and over the phone I was expecting a little less just because. I was pleasantly surprised when she answered the door. She is 5' 5" and about 130 lbs. She has shoulder blade length dishwater blonde hair and very inviting breasts, 36 C's with large areola that were just dark enough to show through the sheer white teddy she was wearing when she answered the door.

Inviting me in we hugged, and she asked if I wanted something to drink. When she turned to go to the kitchen her adorable ass, being shown off nicely because of the matching white thong she was wearing, mesmerized me. She made me a Tanquerey and tonic, then asked me to sit on the loveseat across a glass-topped table from a large overstuffed recliner. She looked small sitting in it.

She slowly played with her legs, running her fingernails up and down, going a little higher as we made small talk, mostly about what we had talked about and done online. As we talked I was beginning to get hard and had to adjust myself in my pants. She was pleased that she was having that effect on me. She began teasing me by asking me if I liked the way her titties looked in her teddy. She began stroking her nipples and pinching them through the translucent material. They were visibly getting harder as she played.

She could see that my dick was very hard now in my pants and I had placed my hand over my bulge a bit and was lightly stroking my hardness through my trousers. She untied her teddy and pulled it to the sides treating me to the sight of her wonderful breasts. She took hold of one in both hands and pulled it up to meet her tongue and flicked it over her nipple, then sucked her nipple between her lips. All wet from her mouth she continued to pinch and pull on her nipples all the while telling me how hot this was making her.

She pulled her legs so her feet were at the edge of each arm of the big chair. This caused her legs to spread revealing a nice little wet spot at the crotch of her panties. I wanted to pull my cock from my pants at that moment but, because this was our first time and we had agreed before we met not to touch, I left it in my pants.

While massaging her breasts with one hand her other hand slipped inside the front of her thong where she began rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. Her breathing became heavy and when it looked as though she had slipped a finger inside her pussy she moaned out loud.

Her hand came up from her pussy, out of her thong and she placed her fingers to her lips and slowly ran her wet fingers over her lips. Down her hand went again and disappeared inside her panties. This time she dipped immediately inside her sweet warm hole and withdrew. Her fingers went up and straight to her mouth where she sucked them clean. I looked down at my straining hardness and noticed a visible wet spot on my trousers where my pre-cum was soaking through. The head of my cock was aching for release... but it was so nice to just watch.

She asked if I wanted to see her pussy, to which I replied, "Yes, please."

She then took hold of her panties, lifted her ass off the chair and pulled her thong down past her knees. Sitting back down in the chair she pulled it the rest of the way off, spread her legs and began rubbing up and down her wet slit with her fingers. Now and then she would dip deep inside her pussy then either pinch her nipples or suck them clean.

She switched hands often and kept rubbing her little clit the whole time. She finally came, a finger inside her pussy as she franticly rubbed her clit. Her breasts bouncing she moaned as she humped against her fingers fucking her pussy.

Once done, it was time for me to get back to work, so we hugged and made plans for later that week. She let me taste her fingers as she let me out the door.

Just as I was going she touched the wet spot on my trousers and said, "We'll take care of that the next time."

I almost came when she touched the head of my dick through my pants. I changed clothes at home on the way back to work. 

Visit 2 – She had my drink made for me when I showed up two days later as planned. Today she was wearing a man's dress shirt, the first three buttons undone. Her breasts felt so nice and firm as she hugged me at the door then handed me my drink. She led me to my place on the love seat and waited for me to sit down and get comfortable.

Standing in front of me she undid one more button, the shirt opened a bit more and she stretched, her hands well over her head, I could just barely see the point where her legs were coming together. She smiled when our eyes finally met, she knew I was trying to catch a glimpse of her pussy. She bent over to kiss me on the forehead, my dick was already beginning to stiffen. When she kissed my head I was looking straight down her shirt, as I'm sure she planned, at her wonderful breasts. Nice and full with those large suckable areola. I wanted to take them in my hands and suck her nipples, feeling them harden between my lips.

She stood, turned and walked back to her chair, unbuttoning the shirt as she went. Turning at the chair she pulled the shirt just a little off her shoulders, it opened completely in front revealing she had no panties. She had trimmed her pussy as well leaving just a ½ inch thick line of short hair running three inches above the top of her slit. The rest was cleanly shaved, a surprise she did just for me she said. She asked if I were comfortable or needed anything else.

I said, "No, I'm doing just fine" as I sipped on my Tanq.

She sat in the big chair and immediately placed her legs over the arms that spread her legs wide offering a wonderful view of her newly shaved pussy. Again, she began by massaging and caressing her breasts. My dick as could be expected was straining at my pants. She started asking if this was really turning me on, if it made me as horny as it did her.

I assured her it was definitely having that affect on me. She said she wanted to see what it was doing to me.

I confirmed, "You want to see my cock?" to which she just nodded, yes.

I began to undo my belt and she said, "You might as well stand up, I want you to pull your pants down a little. I want to see all of you."

So I stood and removed my pants down below my knees. She smiled as her hand went straight to her pussy, her fingers slipping up and down her slit as she moaned her approval. I took my cock in my hand and stroked it slowly for both our pleasure and to her delight a large drop of clear precum emerged at the tip.

I took my finger and smeared the slippery fluid all around the head of my dick, the feeling was so nice. My fingers glided easily over the ridge of the head as I stroked a little more before sitting back down.

With the fingers of one hand she was spreading her pussy lips to give me a nice look while the fingers of her other hand dipped inside her pink hole. With wet fingers she was pinching her little clit allowing it to slip from between her fingers.

She kept telling me, "Oh, this feels sooooooooooo nice, I love the feeling I get when I pinch my clit."

I was sitting back deep in the love seat slowly stroking, my precum flowing freely and I was afraid I would blow my load before she came. We were talking back and forth, telling each other what we liked and how hot it was making us. I had to slow my strokes down, even clamping tightly to the base of my cock from time to time to keep from cumming and her breathing kept getting deeper and faster.

Once again... as she was getting more and more aroused she began humping up to fuck her fingers. She told me she wanted to watch me cum, "Will you cum for me?"

I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it up and then I tightened my grip slightly and began stroking in earnest. She was really fucking her fingers now, moaning for me to cum. I felt my cock begin to swell, my balls were constricting... then... the first load erupted from my cock and shot all the way to my chest.

As soon as that happened she began to orgasm and was moaning very loudly, still begging for my cum. My second load hit just above my navel and then smaller shots and cum was all over my softening dick. Her eyes never lost focus on my cock and she said she was going to cum again and started furiously stroking her clit with her fingers. She bucked a few times and threw her ass in the air as she came.

We rested there for a bit; I watched as she softly petted her pussy as she regained her breath. Then she got up and brought me a warm wash cloth from the bathroom. I cleaned up; she put her shirt back on. We hugged again, and it was back to work. We did make plans to meet the next week.

Visit 3- We chatted on Monday and set a date to meet at her place again for lunch on Tuesday. She confessed during our chat that she had been so horny since our last lunch that she had to play with her pussy everyday while she thought about my cock shooting its load. We left our chat with her promising me a special thank you for helping her live out her fantasy.

She greeted me at the door in an oversized exercise tank top, her breasts showing nicely through the armholes. The fabric was a heavy satiny/nylon fabric that hung very nicely against her form. Giving me a hug after she closed the door she surprised me by immediately unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants.

As she zipped me down she went to her knees pulling my slacks with her. Although beginning to respond my cock was still small and soft as she pulled my underwear down. Wrapping her hand around my balls and cock she placed my soft cock in her mouth and began working me with her tongue.

It was all I could do to just moan, "Oh my god." My cock began hardening in her mouth. This was a most wonderful surprise; the feeling of my cock growing and getting hard as she sucked on me was intensely pleasurable. Feeling her tongue working around my soft... but hardening member, looking down and watching the transition as less and less of my cock would fit in her mouth.

She didn't let me slip from her mouth until she had me rock solid hard and began pumping up and down over the crown, her lips so sexy as they slipped over the ridge of my cockhead.

I asked her if this was my surprise.

She finally let my cock slip from her mouth and said, "We'll see, but I really wanted to just feel you get hard and knowing it was how I sucked on you that was making you hard has got my pussy very very wet."

With that she reached down between her legs, up under the tank for a short bit looking up at me she had this wild smile on her face. Then she brought her fingers up and they were obviously wet and slippery. With her other hand she pulled her top up to reveal her breasts and painted her nipples with her juices.

Her nipples ordinarily just small bumps in the center of her large areola became stiff and hard as she smeared her sex around them. My cock still at full attention just inches from her face produced a large drop of clear pre-cum. She stuck out her tongue and the tip touched the little hole of my cock then slowly pulled away. My precum made a shiny silvery bridge from my cock to her tongue.

She smiled widely and the bridge broke. Making a little pouty look with her lips... she placed them right at the top of my cockhead, just enough to cover the tip, and she began lightly sucking... tasting my precum.

Pulling back she looked up and licked her lips... "mmmmmmmm", smiling she said, "your precum is really sweet... I want more."

She stood up, taking my hand in hers; I stepped out of my pants as she walked me over to her big chair. She sat and reclined saying she wanted me to stand right there beside her... and she began to play.

"Don't touch your cock", she instructed, "I want to see how much precum I can get you to come up with".

So there I stood, slightly leaning into the arm of her chair, my cock standing out over her body, and watched this incredibly turned on little erotic nymph... my little nymph... stretch the armholes of her tank out and over each breast making them stand out in her little makeshift bra. This caused her tank to ride up; her now exposed pussy revealing her swollen nether lips... her fingers lightly pulling on her nipples.

She spread her legs wider and asked, "You enjoy looking at my pussy, don't you?"

I didn't have to respond; my cock answered her question. With a slight flex I could feel a surge of precum move to the tip and drip in a slow stream down to her right breast. She touched her breast where my clear fluid had landed then moved her finger up toward my cock following the stream, increasing the quantity of slippery fluid on her fingers.

Once at the tip of my cock she swiped across the tip and captured an ample amount of my arousal then her fingers headed straight to her pussy. Placing my precum right at the top of her slit... she began slightly rubbing up and down... teasing her clit with her slippery fingers.

I had to grasp my hands behind my back to keep from grabbing hold of my hard cock. Involuntarily holding off touching myself produced an amazing amount of precum. The next large drop I produced she took from me with her free hand and sucked it from her fingers. This drew a moan from her as she arched her pelvis up towards the fingers of her other hand working on her clitoris. Then her fingers slipped easily inside her wet hot pussy and she began thrusting in regular motions... up and down she fucked her fingers.

I began telling her how much I wanted to taste her juices... wanted to feel her pussy pressed against my face as I fucked her juicy pussy with my tongue. This talk only increased her fingers movements as she reached down with her other hand... spreading her pussy lips wide... she dipped her other fingers deep inside her pink little hole... then up they came... dripping with her honey and she offered them to me to taste... to devour.

As I sucked on her fingers she began pulling her tank off, leaving the rest to me when I let go of her fingers.

My cock had softened just slightly, still turgid and thick, my precum flowed from the tip and had begun making little clear pools of slippery fluid on her right breast and ribs. "Your cock is making me so wet", she told me, "I can feel my juices dripping down over my asshole".

She reached down with her free hand... down below her pussy and began lightly teasing her ass with her slippery fingers. I told her I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

"You want to cum on me, do you?" she asked. "Stroke your hard cock... my god, my finger on my ass feels so good, I'm gonna cum. Oh I'm gonna cum... oh my god!"

I took hold of my shaft and began stroking slowly... feeling my fingers slide over the head of my cock and get slippery from my natural lubrication... then lightly over the ridge around my cockhead.

She looked straight at me and gasped... shoving her fingers one last time inside her pussy then back to her clit, rubbing furiously I could see her other hand moving slightly, lightly rubbing her fingertips over her tight little asshole. She exploded in orgasm, shouting out, "OH!... AH!.... Ummmph!"

With each gasp she thrust her pussy in the air... my cum just began to flow from my cock. An enormous amount landed right between her breasts the next shot landing on her right nipple and breast. Still breathing deeply she took hold of her right breast and pulled it up to her mouth where she licked my cum from her nipple.

My cock erupted in its last spasm of the afternoon and another load of my cum fell on her ribs and immediately began to drip down her side. She quickly scooped it up then sucked it from her fingers. I continued to slowly stroke my fingers over the head of my cock, enjoying the feel of slippery fingers over the sensitive velvety skin of my cockhead.

All she said was, "Oh my god... I haven't cum like that in years. I have to rest here a bit."

I too needed a bit of a rest, having stood beside her for so long. I plopped down in the loveseat, again watching her lightly pet her freshly fucked pussy. We both couldn't believe how turned on we had gotten.

I got dressed and as I left... I reached down and slipped my fingers between her pussy lips. Her warmth was amazing. Then I lightly teased her clit causing her to jump in spasm before placing my wet finger in my mouth.

"Damn you taste soooooooo nice." I promised to send her a message and left her relaxing in her overstuffed chair knowing we would both be thinking of this afternoon for sometime to come.

Visit 4 – Our last meeting – During our chats that followed we both had become more and more comfortable with each other but she had told me it would have to end. Her husband was being transferred and they were to move within the month. As much as she wanted to, she didn't think she could get free time as it got closer to her move date. Everything up to this point was pretty damn wild and neither of us would complain, but deep down we both wanted to see each other once more. That chance came almost two weeks later.

I knocked on the door and instead of her answering in some state of undress she just hollered, "Come on in".

A bit reluctant, I opened the door just a bit and hollered back, "Did you say come in?"

It was then I noticed her left arm on the arm of her overstuffed chair and I heard, "Yes, please." as she waived me in... "I've been sitting her relaxing, thinking of our last visits."

As I walked up to the back of the chair I was amazed at the sight. She was completely naked but for a pair of panties that barely hung around her left ankle. Her breasts hung softly to one side as she lightly caressed her nipples with one hand... her other hand was rhythmically fucking her pussy with a rather large rubber cock, complete with veins and balls.

She was just smiling up at me as I looked down. My cock immediately jumped to attention... I could feel it getting harder by the second, this flesh colored toy was all slippery and shiny from her juices and she never missed a stroke... just slowly in and slowly out. 

Looking up at me she said, "I sat down here an hour ago and began thinking of the times we have gotten together and I couldn't' help but get a little horny. So... I went and got my little buddy here... and... ummmmm... I've been thinking of that nice cock of yours fucking me... just like this.", as she pumped the toy inside her pussy. "For over a half hour I've just been sitting here fucking my pussy thinking of your hard cock and I just keep getting wetter and wetter."

I told her she looked absolutely delicious and she didn't miss a beat. Her hand that had been stroking her nipples moved down and two fingers slipped down and around the toy as it pumped in and out coating her fingers in her honey. She then offered them to me... and oh my my my... she tasted wonderfully sexy... my cock getting a little stiffer from the aroma and taste of her sex.

She told me if I was thirsty I should make myself a drink... that she would be right here when I returned. That was the fastest drink I ever made and quickly returned, sitting on the edge of the coffee table right next to the arm of her chair.

Taking a sip from my drink, she made me almost spit it from my mouth when she asked, "do you wanna fuck my pussy... would you fuck my pussy?"

"Are you kidding", I stammered.

To which she replied... "Please... take this cock and fuck my hot little pussy.... Feel how smooth and easy it slips deep inside me... my pussy is sooooooooo so wet."




A Meeting



Pulling it slowly out till I saw her pussy lips open to accommodate the large head of the toy I was again amazed... this toy was at least 8 inches long and she had been slipping it all the way inside herself. I began pushing the rubber cock all the way inside... then pulling it all but completely out of her pussy. As I got closer to pulling it from her I could feel her muscles contract around it and almost pull it back from me.

Her juices were flowing freely and the wet noises caused by the fucking were driving me wild. She had made a little wet spot on the towel she was sitting on. With her hands now free she spread the fingers of her left hand making a V just above her clit and spread them, which made her little clitoris almost jump to attention.

Her other had slid up and down the toy as I pulled it from her pussy getting them nice and slippery. She then began to lightly rub her exposed button in a circular motion... my cock was already so hard it was aching for release from my pants. I started telling her how much I wanted to taste her sex, slip my tongue deep inside her juicy cunt and savoir her honey when she began to breath radically and her eyes rolled up in the top of her head.

She just let out this deep, deep groan as she obviously exploded in orgasm. I began to slow down on the dildo fucking I was giving her and she opened her eyes and said, "Please don't stop!"

She was now lightly meeting my thrusts as I continued to fuck her pussy. I reached down and adjusted myself in my pants and she apologized for making me uncomfortable.

"Pull your cock from your pants... I want to see it, no.... I want to feel it".

"Are you sure, I asked... I mean, we agreed right?"

We had agreed before our first meeting that we would only watch each other... but having watched and a little more it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain that distance.

"Pull 'em down", she said.

So I unbuckled my belt and opened up my trousers and let them drop to the floor. My cock sprang free and pointed to the ceiling and slightly to the left. It was very obvious from the wet tip of my cock head that I was extremely aroused.

She pulled the toy cock from her pussy and moved her ass down toward the edge of the chair, spreading her legs.

"Slip your cock inside my wet pussy." she demanded.

So bracing myself on the arms of the chair... I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her deliciously pink tunnel and with one hand she guided my cock right between her lips and at the entrance to her heat. I was amazed at how wet she truly was... my cock slipped inside like a hot knife to butter. I felt her fingers take hold of my ass cheeks and pull me in tighter... deeper into her heat.

Then... just as quick, she pushed back telling me, "I want to taste you, I want to taste my sex on your cock."

I slipped from her pussy and she took my balls in one hand and gently pulled me closer to her mouth. She then licked around the head and slowly started sucking on my hard cock. She was so hungry to taste her own sex... she didn't hesitate to suck her honey from my shaft. She then guided my cock back down to her pussy and she repeated this several times. Each time she got more and more vocal telling me how much she enjoyed tasting her sex from my cock.

This was going to make me explode if it kept up for any time at all, listening to her moan as she pulled my cock deep inside her... feeling her pussy tighten around my hardness, pulsing as she squeezed me... god I wanted to cum.

I let her know I didn't think I could hold off much longer... she just smiled at me as she pulled me from her pussy one more time and guided my cock to her mouth.

"Then... cum for me", she told me, placing her lips over the head she began lightly sucking me off.

I watched as she sucked my cockhead just beyond her lips, then back out to just the very tip of my cock, her tongue dancing around the crown... then sucking me back into her mouth but just past the ridge around the head and her tongue moving all over the velvety smooth skin of my cockhead in her mouth.

The fingers of one hand began rubbing her clitoris while her other hand found my balls and were massaging them as she sucked on my cock. This was way too much...

I warned her again..."I'm... gonna... cum.", to which she responded with a deep moan and sucked me deeper inside her mouth. I could feel the roof of her mouth... the back of her throat as she sucked me deeper and deeper.

I felt my orgasm build beyond control... my balls tightened... the head of my cock began to swell and I felt the rush of heat come over me... The first load felt huge as it exploded up my shaft and out of my cock... she hesitated just a split second and some of my cum began to dribble from the corner of her mouth.

Just then my second load erupted... and she began to swallow... however some of my cum had already escaped her mouth and she reached up and began stroking my slippery sticky shaft as she continued to suck me... draining me of every bit of cum I had built up.

About this time her second orgasm began to spread throughout her body... she was rocking back and forth fucking her pussy with her fingers and stroking my cock as she sucked hard on my cock she came in wave after wave of convulsive seizures.

Sweat was appearing on her forehead as she slowly began to relax, falling back down in the chair, her breathing deep but regular. My own knees very week, I stumbled back down to my place on the sofa... my cock soft but thick from just having the most erotic sucking of my life.

Recovering, I got up to get her a glass of ice water. As I handed her the glass she leaned forward and took my semi hard, freshly sucked dick into her mouth once more and rolled her tongue all around... god she had a sweet mouth. She let me plop out of her mouth then sat back in the chair and enjoyed her water.

Pausing between drinks, she said, "This has been a lot of fun hasn't it? Very sorry this is coming to an end, but is there anything you were hoping to do but we haven't yet?"

Mmmmmmmmm, I couldn't believe her sexuality... so intense. Not just minutes from having an explosive orgasm she wanted to know what else I would enjoy.

Taking just a minute to think over the possibilities, I told her it would be nice to take her from behind... watching from above my cock slipping in and out of her pussy then to pull out at just the last second and blow my load all over her ass while she rubbed her clit and pussy.

She just smiled saying, "We don't have time now... but if we get another chance to get together... we'll do just that."

Unfortunately that chance never came. We chatted once more before she moved and was lost... so very enjoyable while it lasted.



A Meeting



(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.)

The messenger service was different than the usual one we use. 

The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to sign. 

I opened the small envelope expecting anything than the single white piece of paper wrapped around an electronic hotel key. 

On the paper was simply, "11:30 Regency Suite 325". 

I folded the paper and then decided to shred it.

My girlfriend and I had been having lots of arguments and yelling lately. I really didn't expect to find myself in a club which used to be my haunt and hunting ground years ago, but I was. 

And I met her there. 

Younger, jet black hair cut in a bob, three piercings in each ear and a square tipped tongue piercing. 

We talked. And danced. And all but made out on the dance floor and at a small table that I used to almost have reserved for me because of the privacy it afforded. 

I asked if she had a place to go, hinting about my arrangements. 

She looked at me as her hand rode up my thigh and squeezed with her knuckles grinding into my crotch. 

Her answer was no, she was catching the Red Eye to DC tonight, but would be back in about a week or so. Casual for all the heat generated in the past two hours. 

I thought, "You fucking teasing bitch!" but calmed when she asked me for my card and promised to surprise me when she returned. 

We parted.

I know I rubbed a path in my tongue from the piercing playing tonsil hockey with her. 

I went home, masturbated myself to sleep next to her highness who slept blissfully unaware I had even been out. 

Now here was the surprise. I was floored, nearly in a panic, but also with a knotted stomach simply holding the key in my fingers.

I made up some lame excuse to take the rest of the day off. 

The cab I caught in front of the office building I work in got me to the hotel at just 11:20.

The dining room at this hotel has a concept not seen in many business oriented hotels. 

A diner, all female cooks and staff with a menu of "comfort foods" and friendly to female travelers, though also hearty food that men find comforting too. 

I did not check in at the desk but went to the bank of elevators and rode to the third floor. 

But, what was I? Cheating on my girlfriend, just going along with my wild instincts, or simply harkening back to my wilder younger days?

I was not sure, and that knot in my stomach did not ease until I slid the key into the lock and pushed the handle down when the green light flashed on. 

A typical suite, the vestibule with clothes hanging in an open closet, that rack to hold and unpack luggage, the sparkly clean bathroom to the right and the beds out of sight also to the right. 

Hanging was a suit, not unlike the one I wore, a ruffled blouse on hangers and I looked down to see a pair of leather shoes, ankle straps, not at all like the simple patent leather pumps with a three inch heel I wore. 

I don't know what I expected. Goth clothing? Knee high boots? Something to match the memory I had of her tight jeans and sweater of that one previous encounter? 

I glanced to the left and saw her reflected in the mirror opposite the what I found to be a single king sized bed. That bob, her lips a succulent red parted in a welcoming smile. 

Her back propped on two pillows, she was wrapped in a sheet covering her breasts, but a noticeable tattoo just over the left mound. 

She said in a low voice to make myself comfortable which I took to mean disrobe. 

I removed my jacket, shoes, then my skirt, blouse and hung them next to her clothing. 

I walked to the larger portion of the suite in panties, bra and thigh high stockings. 

There was still a chance I could realize I had made a mistake and wanted an option. 

She complimented me, saying I was lovelier than she remembered which made me blush all over and my nipples to pucker. 

I thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound" and released my bra to allow my breasts to bound free. 

She licked her lips and tugged the sheet lower to reveal her smaller, but firmer breasts. 

Then she continued to slide the sheet down until it was at her knees. Another tattoo just above her smoothly shaven pubis. I recognized this as a rose with one thorn protruding upward. 

That was my cue to remove my panties, I rolled the still damp bikinis down to let her see my pink lipped mound. 

She drew up her knees and wrapped them in her arms, nestling her chin on her forearms. 

What appeared to be hiding, in fact displayed her full vulva, wide labia and a semi parted slit.

Some call it "cameltoe", I simply called the display maddeningly erotic. 

I knew she was looking me over too. 

I stood with my legs parted. The wide bands of my stockings tight on my thighs, but otherwise nude. 

I was conscious of the slight droop of my breasts as well as the crinkle of my nipples perking upward. 

My crotch is covered in a slightly wispy carpet of blonde hairs, curly but not hiding the obvious arousal I felt with the pulsing of my vaginal lips. 

Her eyes moved up and down, her head tilted slightly as she watched my reflection in the mirror behind me.

I looked closer and noticed a ring piercing one labia, the left, and wondered if she also had any other piercings than that, the tongue stud and ears. 

She motioned to me and welcomed me to sit opposite her in the bed. 

I moved and sat almost butt to butt when she wrapped her legs around my waist and ran her hands up and down my nylon encased legs.

The muted feel of her hands made me shiver and her eyes steadily held me even when her hand reached for my right foot and brought it to her lips. 

I moaned softly when she licked the arch through the nylon, my toes wriggled when she kissed the ball of my foot. 

Her lips quickly found the hallux and sucked on it, nibbling and bobbing her head with a wickedly evil smile. She continued with each adjoining toe until she had wetted my stocking and made me shiver by also grinding her hips to press our naked bottoms together. 

For my part I rubbed my left foot along her buttock and hip finding the sensuality uniquely arousing evidenced by the slick wetness I felt from my pussy. 

There was a rising aroma, definitely not simply my own well known scent, but her stronger muskier fragrance. She was also oozing and slowly building wetness bridged our bare asscheeks. 

I was now supporting myself with my hands behind me and grinding and whimpering as she sucked and licked my toes and ran her tongue down the arch of my now wetly covered right foot.

The stud in her tongue was hard and sent odd shivers when it rolled over my toes or the ball or arch of my foot. I knew it would drive me insane if only she would tongue my pussy. 

What I really wanted to do was rub my left foot over her nipples, to feel them stiff and pointy as I excited her but her posture forbid me any access than the ability to touch her ass and side. 

I wasn't sure if this was foreplay, or some new erotic stimulation that could evoke orgasm.

She was totally in charge. Totally involving me in a different passion. 

Finally she told me to stay still as she moved her right leg outside my left and told me to rub the ball of my foot on her sloppy wet pussy. 

I didn't need to be told how, but ground until her lips parted and almost like stepping to crush a cigarette I used the full force of my leg to slide up and down over her swollen pussy lips. The ring through her outer lip flipped back and forth as I pressed harder soaking my nylon covered foot. 

Her lips puckered as the roughness of the stocking touched her sensitive inner vagina.

She breathed in shallow gasps as I pressed her engorged clit under my foot. 

I moved to feel my great toe mash the tender bud and her juices flood from her inner pussy.

I was caught up in the sensation now. 

I not only wanted her to cum, but also to extend the shooting sense of pain she must feel from the close weave of the stocking covering my foot.

I was nearly bouncing, my tits did jiggle wildly as I almost kicked against her vulnerable genitals. 

Her eyes rolled into her head, the dark eye shadow and liner made her appear to have holes where her eyes should have been. 

Her mouth gaped open and she shrieked loudly as she shuddered and pushed back against my foot when her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure/pain. 

I continued to grind my foot against her now mushy pussy, her legs were slacked and she arched her back almost in a wave like motion.

Her lips, painted in a dark luscious red, pouted and her nostrils flared as she drew air deep into her lungs. 

That stud pierced tongue lolled and the silver cube glinted in the low light.

I was mesmerized by the piercing. 

My pussy was on fire and my juices spilled onto the already damp sheet under our asses. 

Her dark eyes glowed and beckoned me. 

As she shifted to lie flat on her back I straddled her waist then knee walked to hover my pussy over her face. My fingers gripped her hair as I settled fully to grind my sopping vagina brushing her lips. 

OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDD! 

The first swipe of her tongue along my slit was incredible. The second, tenfold. 

Her tongue danced along my vulva. The tip curled upward and burrowed briefly, then I felt the hard stud push my lips apart until it scraped along my enflamed clit. 

She worked her tongue like a magic wand, my juices sluiced and covered her face. My bush was matted and the curls abraided her smooth cheeks. I ground, gyrated, danced on her face. 

My hands behind her head held her firmly to my pussy. 

I was looser than ever before. Sopping wet and ultra sensitive. 

Her teeth also scraped my inner flesh, her studded tongue hard against my spasming tunnel. She sucked my nectar, her swallowing was loud and lusty as were my loud screams as I nearly smothered her between my stocking clad thighs. 

Fluttering back and forth, up and down, the stud became the focus of my world. 

It was hard, small, but it felt huge especially when she pressed it directly on my clit and sucked making the nubbin throb. 

I could also feel the throbbing of my heart as I raced to cum. 

But, despite my tight grip on her head she shook loose and pushed me off her.

I rolled backward and she quickly scissored her legs to push her pussy against mine. 

Now the ring piercing her labia bumped and thumped between my swollen inner lips.

Hard, unyielding the metal ground the overly enflamed membranes. 

She steadily rode me. 

She pushed and jabbed her pussy into mine. The heady sexual scent filled the room. 

The sheets thoroughly soaked. 

Our bodies joined in Sapphic surrealism. 

Quaking, shivering, babbling until the blinding overwhelming ultimate crush and flush of blinding O R G A S M!. 

We continued to thrust against each other. Soft flesh, enflamed pink inner walls mashed and slippery. 

Finally we simply went limp and though still touching calmed until I moved to hold her in my arms and draw her head to my breasts as my hand stroked her cheek gently. 

We didn't rest long. 

She invigorated me so much that I rolled her onto her back and starting at her toes I licked and nibbled every inch of her legs. 

I sucked all her toes on both feet in due course. Stretching my lips, lapping and drooling until I licked the bottoms and then round to lap her ankles wetly. 

She parted her legs and I lay between them, kissing the insides of her thighs as her finger rolled her clit and she crooned, "come on baby, get that coochie. Eat it baby." 

I sniffed and the primal scent was intoxicating. However, I persisted in simply working my way up both thighs with nibbling wet kisses and quick bites. 

She bent her legs at the knees now and lifted them until they formed a valley and at the vortex was her bubbly pussy, the silver ring piercing her labia and her erect little nubbin. 

She rolled higher onto her back and exposed the bar of flesh below her vulva and her rosebud asshole. 

My tongue was darting back and forth into and out of my mouth, wetting and rewetting her skin until I came to the silver ring and took it between my teeth and pulled my head back until the lip was drawn back and she uttered a moan half in pain and half in ecstasy.

Now I shook my head like a dog with a bone and clasped the ring behind my teeth and nipped the stretched skin through which it was impaled. 

Refusing to comply with her urgent pleas for me to eat her pussy I wetted two fingers in the river of lubrication flowing from her slit and stabbed them into her asshole. 

Twisting my wrist I felt her rectum try to expel the invaders then weaken and accept the now steady thrusts eagerly. 

"Eat me, eat me, eat me," were constant pleas from her scarlet painted lips. 

The metal ring tasted...well...metallic but also the hardness was something totally unique. 

When I flicked my tongue against the hard metal I knew vibrations ran down to her skin and the underlying nerves. The skin was taunt and the ring actually slipped around the piercing puncture site like moving an earring round and round. 

I was more fascinated in the mechanics of the ring and flesh interaction then the oozing nectar she was now releasing in an almost constant stream.

I finally did release it though and pursed my lips to blow a long steady stream of breath over her swollen and effaced mound and slit. 

My head moved up and down on my neck as the thin stream of air coursed over the flesh and the wetness moved like ripples when you skip a rock over a pond.

My chin nestled in her cleft and the current moved over her erect clit. 

She twitched and rolled side to side begging me to please please please at least lick her throbbing labia, burrow between the inner lips and lick the smooth inner walls or she would "simply DIE!".

I wasn't teasing. 

I genuinely enjoy this, giving my lover a long exciting foreplay before giving in to my desire to taste her sweetness and bring her to a state of mind numbing excitement. 

Relenting, mainly because my lungs had exhausted the inhaled air, I lifted enough to run my tongue along the smooth inner lips and taste her hot musky juices. 

Leisurely long laps of my tongue from vulva to her hood to tease her pink clit free. 

I drooled over that nubbin adding my saliva to her pool of flowing honey. 

Sucking on her clit, licking the loose inner labia side to side and nibbling on the silver ring through the puffy flesh of her outer labia made both her and I moan loudly. 

I was lying flat on my front and my nipples were hardened and mashed into the sheets, I held my legs together and slid up and back, my own slit oozing what felt like gallons of my heady juices. My muscles were tense, my nose filled with the tangy pheromone laced aroma. 

She was grinding, her legs wide apart, her hands holding herself open and then I danced my tongue down that bare space below her vulva to her star. 

Drooling again I dripped saliva onto her asshole. She rocked like burning embers touched her naked flesh and humped upward to try to force me to lick her there. 

I parted my lips and sealed the wrinkle to suck and make the muscular ring throb before I darted my tongue into the now open hole. 

Humming, I drove into her ass and licked first with pointed tongue then when she loosened with a more rubbery length of flesh burrowing and darting in and out. 

Her position allowed my nose to slide upward and tap her clit over and over. 

Humming, sucking and thrusting I tongue fucked that wicked temptress. 

I swear I could hear her tongue stud tapping against her teeth as she lisped, "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, OH FUCK!" 

Shaking my head side to side drove my tongue into her ass and flicked my nose over her steamy pussy. 

Bobbing and humming I felt her tense just as I felt my own body tighten. 

She screamed loud enough to test the soundproofing of the rented room and her ass clamped tightly enough to expel my tongue just as her pussy exploded with an oozing slick flood. 

I buried my face in her molten vulva, bubbling breaths pushing air into her hot inner tunnel. 

A much smaller orgasm washed through my body. A warm glow rather than the thundering light flashing cum I had taken from my companion but satisfying in itself. 

I moved slowly up her body to enfold her in my arms and snuggled in the warm afterglow but invigorated for much more. 

She told me it was my turn and informed me to kneel facing the headboard of the bed and grip the crosspiece. 

As I moved into position she left the bed and I heard some rustling then the bed moved again with her behind me. 

She pushed the pillows that were bunched at the head of the bed aside and I felt her hands on my asscheeks and her hot breath spuming up toward my wayward pussy. 

Her teeth nibbled at my soft inner labia, almost painful, but also sensually exhilarating. 

She raked her purple painted fingernails along my ass cheeks as she bit and ran the square metal stud embedded in her tongue along my slit.

My knees spread wider as I writhed with the pleasure pain she was giving me and one hand left my flesh as she licked into my hot pussy, lapping my freely oozing juices and drawing me to a real orgasm. 

The stud tapped and rolled over my clit with noisy squishing sounds and moans from her mouth.

As I writhed and rode her face I felt the blunt tip of what had to be a dildo rolling round the puckered ring of my asshole. 

I bucked forward with a sharp exclamation as the cold latex stabbed inward. I wasn't prepared: only slowly did I realize that there were thick globs of lube slathered along the tip and shaft of the pseudo cock. 

It would not have mattered to her if it were bare though as she savagely thrust the object past my burning anal ring and started to pump as her mouth devoured my pussy. 

I turned my head to look down and along her body and was shocked to see something jutting obscenely from her center. No straps, no harness at all. Simply a curved red shaft jutting out and up. 

My attention was drawn back to the effect of the probing dildo and the magnificent chewing and licking my ass and pussy were receiving. I gripped the headboard tightly and rode her face, my inner muscles both clamping around the dildo and spasming from the hard raking of the stud on my clit and along my pink vulva. 

She then steadily pushed against my thighs until my grip freed from the crosspiece and I moved along her body until she once more gripped my hips and told me quietly to sit back and enjoy the ride. 

Her laughing voice said it was time to enjoy the thorn on the rose. 

She drove the dildo almost completely into my rectum and pulled me down on the towering red shaft which looked as if magically attached to her red slash. 

Her rhythm was primitive, sensual but definitely controlling my actions and reactions.

She thrust inward and the two shafts rubbed through the thin membrane deep in my body. 

Her outward and inward thrusts swabbed the tip of the, what to call it strapon? Words escaped me.

But then I was not thinking about anything other than the driving pummeling my pussy was receiving. 

Achingly sliding in and out. 

Fucked. I was fucked and loving the body controlling sensations from such an unexpected source. 

She was moaning almost as loudly and plaintively as I. 

Could she somehow be receiving similar stimulation in her pussy? 

I didn't care. 

All I wanted was to feel the orgasm that was rushing to overwhelm me totally. 

Soon enough and too early I experienced a bucking color filled crashing orgasm.




A Meeting



Screaming.

Panting,gyrating, humping, grinding down to feel so full and then almost pumping wetness that filled my pussy. 

She screamed with me. 

Her hips pumping to thrust the thing deeply and feeling the slippery goo sliding to cover her shaven mound. 

The friction between ass filling dildo and pussy filling red latex shaft was almost unbearable though sweetly necessary. 

I slumped down and sought her lips for some earthy kisses, my subdued workaday lipstick against the dark hue of her mouth. 

As I manuervered off the shaft I kissed her belly and though speechless wanted to show my appreciation for such a unique experience.

The dildo slid from my ass and then I noticed that there was a small ring on the red shaft which attached to the ring piercing her labia. Each jabbing thrust must have pulled her skin tight and each pounding mashed the rings apart and together. 

We lay entangled for a while until she professed she was famished. 

Having missed my own lunch and noting it was nearly 6:00PM I realized my own hunger. 

One hunger fulfilled and another to replace it I jokingly said. 

When she disengaged from the strange device she pointed out how a thick bulb at the end of a curved shaft which ended in the large cocklike shaft which had been lodged again and again inside my pussy. 

She had been receiving a filling stimulation similar to what she was giving me. 

I looked it over, felt the weight and noticed every detail only to shake my head in amazement.

We showered quickly together, dressed and went down to the diner for comfort food. 

I had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas and lots of gravy. 

She had half a pan fried chicken, creamed corn and home fried potatoes. 

We talked. 

I opened a bit about my relationship and for all her wild looks and spontaneous sexuality was most sympathetic. 

Only late when the dishes had been almost licked clean and we chose to share an enormous apple dumpling with ice cream did she look directly at me and say how she had enjoyed our time together, both the initial meeting and most definitely our romp, it was patently apparent to her that I was just going through a rough patch with my live in and not to try to embrace the past. 

Oddly, instead of being affronted, I felt her counsel was really what I needed to hear. 

After dessert I rose to leave and was again surprised when she opened her bag and brought out an oblong package and handed it to me. 

She said that since I had enjoyed her surprise so much I should have one of my own. 

I kissed her cheek most chastely. 

I had a lot to think about on the way home. 

When I arrived instead of trying to avoid my girlfriend I sought her out and kissed her like it was the first time. 

I had cheated. 

Now I know where I want to be in my life.



A Meeting



We meet at a nice hotel bar, which is a block from my place. We are both dressed tastefully, professionally, but guardedly you have unbuttoned one more button on your blouse than would typically feel comfortable for you. I notice immediately as I tilt my head in towards you to say hello. As I lean in, I come very close, not uncomfortably so, but closer than you expected. You can feel me breathe. 

We talk and laugh and talk some more. We have a glass of wine. I turn my head slightly to the side. I gently touch your shoulder to make a point. My hand brushes your sleeve. I smile as I look to your eyes. You touch your hair; you touch your neck. You excuse yourself, not because you need to go to the restroom, but because you want to watch me watch you walk back into the room. 

I watch you return, and smile. I stand up as you come back to the bar. You laugh softly and smile. 

Later it is time to leave. I reach for your hand and ask if you would like to stop over for one more drink. You smile as I slip on your coat over your shoulders. I touch your cheek. As we leave I put my arm around you and my hand grazes the side of your breast. You feel every touch. You feel warmth resonating from me. You feel weak. You feel moist. 

We are now at my building. The night person at the desk buzzes us in, smiles, and says goodnight. We are now in the elevator. I pull you close to me as the door closes. My hand gently caresses your shoulder and then slides slowly and lightly all the way down your back to the upper back of your thigh. I kiss your cheek, and your neck, and you feel my breathe at your ear. You shiver. You sigh. 

We are in the hallway. I gently take your arm and pull you to a stop. My left hand brushes your cheek, reaches for the back of your neck and gently pulls your face towards mine. I stop momentarily and think you are beautiful. My eyes look into yours, and then I gently, but urgently kiss your mouth. My lips open slightly. You feel my tongue brush and dart at your lips. You feel me breathe. You feel the heat from my body rising. I pull you close against me. You moan softly. You feel my body press against you. You are wet. 

Minutes later, we are inside my condo. The exterior walls are all glass. You can see the river. 

I take your coat, but you do not even notice. You reach for my shirt and unbutton the third button from the top, and lightly touch my chest. You lean into me and kiss me there. I close my eyes momentarily, and feel your heartbeat as you press against me.  

We each have a glass of wine, but you cannot remember whether it was white or red... or whether we drank any of it at all. 

You see the bridge out the window lit up brightly in the night and reflecting on the river. You see the lights of the late night passenger jets in the distance circling towards the airport. 

I am standing behind you. I am caressing, massaging your neck, your shoulders, your back, lower and lower and lower. I reach around you, my arms have encircled you, you feel completely wrapped inside them. You feel light, you feel warm, you smile. You feel me press against you. I am hot, firm, unmistakable. You moan suddenly. You feel the urgency of my body. 

My hands are inside your blouse. You feel me gently caress your skin. Your senses are alive. My fingers graze the underside of your breasts, and then the sides, lightly, but determinedly. I kiss your neck, your ears. You moan audibly, your breath quickens. You feel weak. You are dripping. 

Suddenly, I turn you around. You are pressed against the wall. Your hands are above your head, your blouse is open, and then off. My tongue is touching your skin, licking your neck, kissing, darting, tasting. You can feel my breathe on your nipples. They are hard, protruding, aching to be touched. You shiver, you move. You feel hot. My hands are soft and strong and generous and demanding all at the same time. You want to feel them against your skin. My tongue is darting at your nipples, licking, biting, teasing. I am breathing quicker. I want to be against you. 

Your skirt is gone, but you don't know how it came off. My tongue is at the side of your panties. I rip them off. You shudder. You ache immediately. I taste you. I tease your swollen clit. My tongue moves around, over, envelopes you, covers you. You feel it hot, and wet, and quivering against you. It is unbearable. You moan, you squirm. You grab my shirt, my neck, my hair, you want to kiss every inch of me. Your legs begin to buckle, you quiver. 

I quickly turn you around and you lean across the back of the sofa. You can still see the lights reflecting off the river, but no sound remains, at least not any that you can hear. You want to be touched. Your breathe becomes ragged. My pants are off. You see my cock, hard, strong, fierce, aching. You reach for it. You feel it throb against your side. It is hot, glistening at the tip. You want it inside you, right now. You cannot wait. The tip gently presses against your beautiful, swollen clit. You exhale quickly, and your abdomen starts to shudder. You press urgently against me. Then you feel the tip pull away, momentarily. You feel nothing, and you are desperate, but it last only a split second. 

I cannot wait. I can't hold back. I need you. I ram myself deep inside of you, forcefully, urgently. I thrust and thrust and thrust from behind. You feel me deep inside you. You feel the heat searing, the drive, the force. I grab your hair and pull, I moan, you scream...



A Meeting, A Gift



She was nervous, I could tell, as she slowly stepped through the door I held open for her. The lounge area in the suite was spacious, with a low table around which were several comfortable chairs. On the table sat two glasses of chilled champagne, with the bottle perched in an ice bucket next to the table. Beside the two glasses, a small wrapped parcel sat waiting.

"Please," I asked her. "Sit. Make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks." She sat, and I sat opposite her, with the table between us. I picked up one of the glasses, and proffered her the other.

"Here's to finally meeting in person, and in private!" The glasses clinked, we drank, and by the hurried swallows she took I could see she remained nervous.

She looked stunning, in black heels and stockings, a short black skirt, a cream scoop-necked top, a black tailored jacket, and a pendant necklace attracting attention to her bust. The lump in my throat didn't help my own swallowing.

"Relax! Sit back, drink some wine, talk to me," I suggested. She laughed, a familiar and welcome sound, and sank back into the chair, then looked enquiringly at the package on the table.

"Is that for me?"

"Sure. If you feel up to opening it."

She hesitated for a moment, and I could almost hear the wheels turning over in her head. Then she reached for the package, and ripped the wrapping paper from it, revealing a small cardboard box. She stopped, and then slowly opened the box.

"Oh," was all she said. She withdrew the contents of the box out and placed them on the table. Four black soft leather restraining cuffs, cushioned on the inside, and a large square of black satin folded into a long strip. Then she sat back, and her gaze remaining focussed on the cuffs, she took another sip.

I cleared my throat, and she looked at me. "You don't have to do this; it's entirely your choice."

She abruptly drained the remaining wine in her glass, then held it out to me to refill. I took it from her, and then started refilling it from the chilled bottle, while she picked up one of the cuffs and turned it over in her hands. I set the filled glass before her, returned the bottle to the bucket, and then seated myself again.

She had opened the buckles on the cuff, playing with the straps with her fingers. Then she looked up at me, and with a slow smile forming on her lips, she held out the cuff to me, and once I had taken it from her, she held out a wrist.

My heart leapt instantly, and I could feel that it wasn't the only part of my body responding to what seemed such an innocent action, but in context was anything but. I took her wrist in my hands, and with fumbling fingers, buckled the cuff snugly around it, making sure that the metal loop was on the outside of the wrist.

She picked up another of the cuffs, undid the buckles, then handed it to me, along with her other outstretched wrist. Again, I attached the cuff, with the loop to the other side so she could be secured with her wrists lying flat.

Now I was wondering what she would do about the remaining two. She picked up the third cuff, looked at me pointedly, and then laughing, raised her leg, and placed her foot on the table in front of me. This not only answered my question, but also gave me my first glance of what lay ahead, since I could quite clearly see her bare upper thighs and the small black lace panties she was wearing.

I stopped to gulp down the remaining wine in my glass, and then buckled the cuff around her stocking-clad ankle, taking the opportunity to run my hands up her calf, leaving her laughing again. Then she raised her other leg, deliberately I was sure giving me an even more explicit view of what was beneath her skirt, and placed her other ankle next to the first. The final cuff was placed in my hands, and I buckled it around her ankle.

Okay, now what was she going to do, I wondered. She downed the remaining contents of her second glass, then swung her legs out of my hands, stood, and pirouetted with her hands held together above her head.

"Wheeee! The latest in fashion accessories!"

I laughed with her, until she turned to the satin blindfold. She picked it up slowly, raised it above her head, and then lowered it to rest over her eyes.

"Will you help me fasten this please?" she asked. I stood, and moved to stand directly in front of her and tie the blindfold firmly behind her head. While I attempted to do this, she took it upon herself to start kissing my chin and my neck, and before I knew it, I was wearing one very friendly woman. One leg was wrapped around mine, her arms were around my shoulders, and I could feel her teeth sinking into my neck. She obviously had no intentions of making this easy for me!

When the blindfold was on firmly, I picked up the amorous squirming bundle wrapped tightly around me, and wincing as her teeth bit a little too firmly (at which she giggled), I carried her into the large bedroom. I placed her standing in front of the foot of the bed, then stood back to look at her (after unwrapping her arms from around me).

She was fidgeting slightly, and there was a sexy pout on her lips. To me it looked like she was hoping to be kissed. Not wanting to disappoint her, I stepped forward, and taking her chin in my hand, kissed her passionately, tasting her tongue with mine. We kissed for some time, her arms pulling me tight, and my hands travelling over her body. I slowly removed her jacket, and broke the kiss to place it carefully on a nearby chair.

Turning back to where she remained standing, I noticed two things. The first was that she was plainly not wearing a bra beneath her top. And the second was that she was very turned on. Unable to resist, I kissed my way down from her chin to her neck, then down the exposed skin between her breasts. Impatient, I lifted her arms, and then drew her top over her head, exposing her lovely breasts and nipples, ready for my kisses.

I kissed slowly from her ear, down her neck, sinking my teeth in a little as revenge, then down her arm, while her hand rested on my head. I could feel her skin shiver underneath my lips, and her indrawn breath as I started to kiss up from her ribs, up the underside of her breast, then tiny little kisses around her nipple, kissing across to her other nipple, a quick bite, then a long slow lick down the other side of her ribs.

My lips reached the hem of her skirt, and I reached behind her, and slowly undid the zip, and my tongue played with her belly button, and she giggled, pulling me hard to her. I let the skirt drop to the floor, and then led her carefully backward until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. The skirt joined the blouse (neatly folded - I had no intention of her looking rumpled.)

I faced a momentary quandary as I puzzled where next to begin; then kneeling, I took one of her ankles in my hands, and began kissing it. Stockings, while lovely to look at, are less than appealing to kiss, but I wanted to leave them on, so I continued kissing up to her knee, then along the inside of her thigh, to the bare skin, where I sunk my teeth in firmly. For which I received a smack on my head.

Her black lace panties barely covered her crotch, and were high on her hips, so my kisses followed the line, then across the top of her panties to her navel, my hands reaching to slide them slowly down her legs. Then I guided her back onto the bed, and stretched her arms wide above her head, pressing my still clothed body onto hers as I reached up to fasten the cuffs to the clips I had attached to the head of the bed earlier today.

I could tell from her breathing that she was very excited; so being the kind soul I am, I stayed where I was for a while to kiss her deeply. I wasn't entirely sure it helped, but at least I could say I tried.

Standing, I pushed her legs apart, and fastened each ankle to a corner of the foot of the bed. Now before me lay a vision of helplessness, entirely at my mercy. I had every intention of ensuring she didn't regret this for one moment.

Now with this vision of sex tied helpless to the bed, I felt it was time to celebrate. I returned to the living room, and picked up the mostly empty bottle of champagne, along with the ice bucket, and a glass, and carried these back into the bedroom. I'm sure by the noise that my lover could tell exactly what I was doing, and as I re-entered the bedroom I saw her bite then lick her lips in anticipation.

I sat next to her on the bed, and just casually trailed the fingers of one hand down from her lips, her chin, her neck, over her breast, over her nipple, then down her stomach, her hip, then the inside of her leg. As my fingers touched her, her body arched to meet them, and I could hear her breath indrawn over her teeth.

I bent and took one of her nipples in my mouth, lightly biting it, and smiled as she gasped and cried out, then with a last firm lick, straightened and retrieved the bottle from the ice bucket. She could hear me fill the glass clearly, after which I put my hand beneath her head and lifted it a little, and held the glass to her lips. As she started to drink, I pulled the glass from her lips, spilling the wine over her chin, and then deliberately over her breasts, watching as her nipples hardened further with the cold liquid.

Again I bent, and used the flat of my tongue to lap the liquid from her skin, lapping at her neck and at her breasts. She was crying out again, her body twisting as she tried to push her breasts into my tongue. I dribbled some more of the wine between her breasts, and down her belly, following it with my tongue. The bubbles from the champagne must have been tickling her, because she was twitching uncontrollably, and laughing and crying out at the same time.

I moved around to sit between her legs, and from there, I could see that my attentions had started having some effect. Her nipples were now extremely erect, and bending down to look closely at her pussy, then taking a quick lick up her pussy lips with my tongue, I could taste the moisture that had begun to form there.

The glass was still half full, so I held it close to her pussy, and carefully poured the liquid down her pussy lips, with my mouth on her lower lips, my tongue catching the liquid then licking up from the entrance of her cunt, to her clit. Using one hand, I held her pussy lips open, and then poured some cold liquid directly on to her clit, grinning as she screamed, then screamed again when I followed it with my hot mouth.

Before I knew what was happening, her whole body had tensed, and I felt a warm gush against my chin as she screamed her orgasm. "My, that was quick," I said, chuckling. "But don't think that gets you out of my plans for you. I shall just have to start again now."

"Oh god!" was the only comment I got in response to that statement.

At this point I was left with my wicked little mind planning what I should do with this helpless sex goddess next. "Ice," I muttered to myself, and was rewarded with a twitch when she heard me. I stood and walked to the ice bucket, picked up an ice-cube, then turned back to my willing victim.

The ice was quite wet, as it had been sitting in an open bucket for some time. I took one ice cube, and ran it from her belly up along her ribs, then around her breast, and over the nipple. She shivered, and I heard her gasp, and I then sucked her cold nipple into my mouth, while I ran the ice around her other breast.

Her nipples were hard again, although I suspected the ice was largely to blame for that. I ran the melting ice cube back down her body, and then over her pussy lips, and then pushed it inside her cunt. She cried out at that, and I started licking around her cunt where the ice cube lay, feeling the cold water mixed with her juices on my tongue.

Soon, what remained of the ice had turned to water, and she was moaning and tossing again from my licking her. I licked up to her clit, pushing hard against it with the flat of my tongue, while I pushed two fingers into her cunt to feel how cold it had become. Her hips started bucking against my mouth, and I had to hold them firmly with my arm and my body to continue licking her clit. Then when I sucked her clit hard into my mouth, biting gently with my teeth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue, she screamed again in orgasm.

I stood, wiping my chin, and moved over to the bedside drawer where I had earlier placed some toys in anticipation of this moment. I returned to the bed, and took a long vibrator, running it around the lips of her pussy, feeling her body jump, then pushing it slowly up into the depths of her cunt, feeling the lips part around it.

I picked up the second toy, a string of beads, and one by one, pushed them gently up into her arse, feeling her body press up against my hands each time, pausing to lick her pussy lips, or to run my fingers over her clitoris, or up over her nipples. The last of the beads was soon inside her, and I started to move the vibrator, pushing it in and out a little while I rotated it inside her, and used my tongue lightly on her pussy lips.

She was crying out again, biting her lip between the cries, and pushing her hips up against my hand with the vibrator. I started lightly biting her pussy lips, followed by long quick broad licks from the entrance to her cunt up over her clit. I switched the vibrator on, wanting to see what the effect would be, and she immediately screamed, and her hips started bucking again.

She was calling out now, and judging from her earlier orgasms, near cumming a third time. I started pulling the beads out from her, while turning the vibrator on full, and rapidly licking her clit. This time her orgasm was silent, but her whole body arched beneath me, and she stopped breathing I am sure for almost ten seconds, then collapsed back down.

I lay down next to her body, and nuzzled my lips into her ear. "You know," I quietly spoke to her, "I was thinking of having room service bring up a tray of fruit..."

"Oh god!" was the only response. Again.



A Meeting at the Albatross



I'm sitting in my car outside the Albatross, its rainbow flag fluttering in the soft night breeze. Would tonight be the night? I have come here on three consecutive Saturdays to find an answer, or to answer a longing. 

Well, perhaps three is a charm. I lock the car and proceed to the door. A wave of music and conversation greets me as I open it. I give what I hope is a friendly smile to the few faces that turn to witness my entry. I walk up to the bar and select an empty pew. An attractive young woman brings me the whiskey I order and I sit back watching some soccer on the wide screen television hung on the wall.

I'm watching a good game, and I don't really even mind not speaking the announcer's language. A second scotch, exactly like the one I have in my hand appears at my elbow. I look askance at the girl behind the bar and she points to a tall, dark haired man in slacks and sweater sitting behind me. 

I turn, and he raises his glass and invites me to share his table. My stomach twists as I smile and go to meet who I hope will be the man I have been looking for.

"Hello." I said, "My name is Will." 

"Hello, Will," He replied, "My name's Matt, come have a seat and we'll solve the world's problems-one drink at a time." I chuckled at his joke and sat down on his right, so that I could hear better. 

I sipped my scotch as he drank a beer and we started talking about soccer. We both were at the same level of fandom it seemed, and we shared our ignorance about the finer points of football. 

After the match ended, there was a pause in the conversation and Matt asked "Do you come here often?"

I said "Not really, I've been in the last three Saturdays, but I don't know that counts as often." 

He looked at me oddly and asked "Are you gay, or bi?" 

I ignored the question and asked him "Is this your local?" He said that he came in when the mood took him. I asked "What mood is that?" "Is it contagious?" 

He laughed and said "I hope so." "What are you doing here?" He continued, "I mean it is obviously a gay bar, are you gay?"

"No." I said, "You can call me curious, or hedonist but I don't find men attractive-at least in a sexual way." 

He smiled and asked "What are you curious about? How does it involve accepting a drink from a strange man in a gay bar?"

"I came here to see if I could find someone that would understand." I said, "I don't want to make love with a man, the thought of kissing a guy does not appeal to me at all." "I want to taste a cock, and feel it up inside me." 

He looked at me, I felt uncomfortable with the look. "If you are looking for a cock to suck, and a cock to be slipped into your ass." he said, while pulling a card out of his wallet, "Then come to my house, and I will give you all you want, and possibly more." 

I took the card and said "All right I will come over, when do you want me?" 

"Tonight, of course" he replied, "It's Saturday night, and I was looking for some action, so give me a half hour head start, and then come into my parlor." He laughed, then turned and said "See you in 30 minutes." 

I watched him leave, then looked at the address. It was about a mile from the bar, I glanced at my watch and then sat down to finish my drink.

Thirty five minutes later I pulled into the driveway. Got out of the car, locked it and walked up to the front door. I took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and Matt stood there wearing a terry cloth robe. 

"Come on in." he said, I went in and heard him close and lock the door behind me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me into the living room. The room was decorated in reds and blacks, with instruments of medieval torture lurking in corners."Nice place." I commented, "I've never seen anything quite like it." He guided me to a chair, where a glass of scotch awaited. 

He sat across from me, his robe briefly exposing his manhood. I drank my drink, and was just about to speak when he said "Let me show you around, the house is not large or fancy but I think I've added a few unusual touches that makes it quite special." 

He showed me where the bathroom was, and his study, and led me to his bedroom past a store room or something. There was a lock on the door and I was going to ask when we entered his bedroom. 

He turned and said "Are you ready?" I nodded,"Then take off your clothes, you can lay them on that chair." 

I disrobed and laid my clothes neatly across the chair. I heard a rustle and turned to see Matt wearing nothing but a smile.

I looked down at his circumcised member, and was taken aback at the size of the thing. It was a full 8 inches, hanging there flaccid, what was like when it got angry? I walked over and went to my knees in front of him. He smiled down at me, and said "Come on, get started."

I reached for his cock and pulled him closer. I gently stroked it and watched it grow. I licked the head, and then took it into my mouth. It felt good having his warm cock in my mouth, which surprised me. I gave it a suck, and then took it further in and moved my mouth along the length back and forth. I stopped at the head and licked and nibbled at it, tasting his salty pre-cum. 

I took it out of my mouth, and continued to gently stroke it. I was amazed at how natural it felt, having his little monster in my mouth.

"What do you think?" He asked, "Do you like it?" 

I looked up and said "Yes, it is very nice, nothing at all like I feared. When do you want to fuck me?" 

"I'm not hard enough yet." Matt replied. I continued to suck and lick and nibble him feeling it grow in my mouth until my mouth could barely accommodate it. 

He leaned Forward and handed me a condom and said "Put this on for me, and then we will see how well it fits." 

I gave the head of his penis a playful suck and rolled the condom down his member. He handed me a tube of lubricant, and I applied it liberally. "Stand up, and lean with your hands on the chair." 

I followed his instructions and felt him applying more lube to my anus. 

"Okay." he said, "Are you ready?" I nodded, and felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole. He kept pressing, I tried to relax to allow him entry, and then my sphincter stretched and he made his painful entrance. I squealed a little, I guess, because he said "This is nothing, I'll give you something to squeal about." Then he started ramming it deep inside me.

Once I got past the pain, his cock sliding in and out felt very nice. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me in earnest, pulling the head of his cock nearly out before plunging it back in, making me squeal a bit each time. Then he started to ram into me even harder, pulling me back as he slammed his meat inside of me. Then he went stiff and I heard him moan as he climaxed. He gave a couple more strokes and then pulled out.

I turned and knelt in front of him. "I want to thank you." I said "That was remarkable." 

He sat down on the bed, and smiled. I got on my knees in front of him and gingerly took the condom off his shrinking penis taking care not to get any of the slime from the outside on his cock. I threw the condom in the trash and looked up and winked at him, and then started to clean the cum from his cock with my lips and tongue. 

It tasted salty but not much else, and I licked up to the head and then took him once again into my mouth. I started sucking him feeling his member slowly grow in my mouth, and listening to him moan. "Ooooh that's good." He moaned. 

I worked his now awakened member in and out of my mouth, giving the head a little suck at times, a large suck at others. Licking at the hole, and nibbling around the glans.

I felt him start to shudder and he came, his fluids surging up the length of his cock past my lips and into my mouth. 

I kept the head in my mouth and sucked and nibbled until the flow stopped. I swallowed the load and continued to suck and nibble as his erection faded. 

I got up and stood before him. He looked at me and said, "Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Not that I'm complaining." 

I smiled and said "This has been a fantasy of mine for years." "I've gone over the actions hundreds of times." 

He said, "That was tremendous, do you have to leave?" 

"No." I replied, "I have no other plans for the evening." 

"There's a robe behind the bathroom door, if you want" He said. I thanked him, found it and put it on. I turned and saw him heading into the living room, already robed. 

I sat down in a chair and he brought me another scotch. He said, "Have you always been so submissive?" "I mean, you out bottomed any bottom I've ever known or had." 

I took a long drink of the scotch and replied "Yes, ever since I was young and I'm somewhat masochistic too, maybe that's why I enjoyed you stretching my poor sphincter so much." He looked at me in a funny way, got up and left the room. 

I sipped my scotch and was looking at some of his decorations when he returned with some things in his hands. "I've got a hunch that you may be interested in these." he said. He threw them to me and they landed at my feet. 

I looked down and saw manacles for my ankles and my wrists, I looked at him. Matt smiled and said "It's your choice, if you want to play in my special room, then put them on." If I am wrong, and you want to leave, then I won't try to stop you." 

He watched me as I picked up the manacles and started applying them to my limbs. "Take off the robe and follow me!" he ordered. I dropped the robe and followed him to the locked door I had noticed earlier. 

He unlocked and opened it. Matt turned and said, "Tell me your safe word, and what your limits are?" 

I looked down at the floor and said, "Uncle is my safe word, I won't do Scat and I don't want any permanent marks." 

Matt said, "Fair enough, here are the rules. Once you cross this threshold you are mine for the next hour. You said that you were a bit masochistic, well I am a bit sadistic, do you understand?" I nodded my head and followed him into his play room.

"Go stand under the chains, raise your arms, and do it now!" Matt ordered. I walked to the center of the room under a collection of chains hanging from the ceiling. I raised my hands and waited for Matt. 

Matt shed his robe and put on a pair of black training pants. He walked over and without a word attached my wrist cuffs to either side of a bar suspended from the ceiling. 

He went behind me and I heard a chain hoist as my arms were raised skyward. He then took my legs and attached them so that they were spread. I must have looked like a naked, vulnerable "X".

He walked in front of me and looked at my still flaccid penis. He took what looked like plastic bullets out of his pocket and attached them to my nipples by squeezing them and pressing them to my flesh. 

The bullets sucked my nipples relentlessly, the left one started to ache. He left my sight, when he came back he attached clamps to my scrotum. I cringed as the clamps bit into my skin. 

He then decorated me with clothes pins, one on each side of my penis which hurt like hell and then, at irregular intervals, he attached pairs up my groin onto my chest and finished by jerking the suction cups off my nipples and attaching clothespins to them while they were engorged. 

I squealed when the bullets were ripped off. I felt that I knew what was coming. 

He whistled as he ran a length of string up through the pins finishing at the two on my penis, which starting to grow. I started to speak, and he said "Shut up or I'll gag you".

He then hung a weight on the clamps on my scrotum, which increased the pain as the clamps bit harder and began to make my testicles ache. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and then without warning started pulling on the strings. 

The clothespins slipped off and hurt like hell, I cried out as each one was removed. One by one they slipped off giving my skin a vicious pinch as they came free. Finally only my poor sore engorged nipples remained pinned. 

He looked me in the eye and ripped both of them off at once, I screamed loudly when they slipped off my sensitive nipples. He smiled and said, "Excellent, I love to hear screams, it means that I am doing something right." 

He walked behind me as I hung in the chains sobbing. When he reappeared he had a black flogger in his hand. 

Matt chuckled when he saw my eyes widen, "you say that you are not gay, well I am going to whip you until you beg me to kiss you, and beg me to make love to you tonight." You have only to say your safe word, or you can endure this for the next 45 minutes." 

With that he aimed the whip at my testacles which didn't hit my jewels but snapped the weight which bounced around making me squeal again. 

Then he started whipping my poor nipples, swinging hard, but only letting the tips strike my poor teats. I shouted and cried as he worked away. He gave them quite a few lashes, and then walked behind me where he started whipping my back and my ass. Every now and then he would bring the thongs of the whip up between my legs which made me shriek and cry. 

He stopped and I heard the chain hoist lowering my arms and I thought my torment was over. He then attached my ankles to another pair of chains and I heard second chain hoist and felt my legs rising, and soon I was stretched out again, only horizontal.

Suddenly the clamps on my scrotum slipped off and I trembled and screamed. Matt was at my side with a large candle in his hand. He slowly tipped it, splashing hot wax on to my poor tortured nipples. I screamed and twisted in my chains the burning and pain was too much and I started shouting "Yes, Yes, Please kiss me, fuck me, anything you want just please stop." 

He leaned over and held his lips close to mine, I brought my head up to try and kiss him, and he pulled away. He lowered his head again, and this time kissed me, and I kissed back hungrily thinking only of escaping more torment. 

He smiled and stood back, and lowered me to the floor. He released my manacles from the chains, and helped me to my feet. I started to take the manacles off my wrists and he said "Did I tell you to take them off?" "You are still mine, at least for the next 10 minutes." 

He handed me my robe, and I followed him into the living room. We sat in silence for a while, I swallowed the remainder of my scotch, and he refilled the glass.

"That was tremendous." I panted, "I didn't expect anything like that." 

"Well," he said, "I didn't such a willing victim, especially one who gives a tremendous blow job. It seems that you are as much a masochist as I am a sadist. I think that it is time for bed, all this exercise has made me tired". 

I said, "Yes, please." and followed him into the bedroom.



A Meeting at the Club



A night on the town goes horribly wrong.

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A Meeting by the River



When he first saw her he thought she was an illusion. He had run down to the river to play, a fistful of perfectly flat stones balled in his fist, rattling in his hand as he raced through the trees and then stopped short in the mud. Out in the water she was bathing, drawing her elegant arms over her shoulders, running her fingers through her long brown hair. He held his breath, ducking behind a tree trunk to watch.

She turned towards him revealing her perfectly round breasts and pink nipples. He watched with wide eyes as she reached down and her arms pressed her breasts together, pointing her nipples straight at him. Between his legs he felt his member swelling up in response. He swallowed nervously as her hands moved back up to her hair and her breasts bounced back into their normal position. She was moving so elegantly, as if she knew someone was watching. Perhaps she, herself, was the person watching. Perhaps her bathing was her appreciating her own body. He didn't mind joining in the appreciation.

Slowly she began to cup water in her hand and run it over her perky breasts. She looked young, probably a bit older than his age, a bit older than eighteen. She cupped one breast in her hand and rubbed at her nipple with her thumb. This stirred his heavy cock right up, as it was already weighing down his trousers. He was big compared to the boys his age and in this instance, he was reminded of it. He felt huge, his head slowly rubbing against the soft fabric of his trousers and when he looked down to see the bulge he was creating his eyes widened at his own size. He had to touch it. The tiny pebbles scattered from his hand and clattered against the bark of the tree.

The girl in the river jolted, her arms leaping to cover her breasts. The way she pressed against them made them look fuller, gave her a beautiful neckline. Very carefully, he leaned his back against one of the trees he was hiding in, his pelvis jutting out in front of him and slid his hand over the fabric of his trousers. He caressed his cock slowly, hand brushing over the fabric and feeling the friction against his head. She went back to her washing, lowering her hands nervously. By now her nipples were jutting out towards him, erect. He wondered if she was thrilled by the idea of someone watching her. She moved around, scrubbing everywhere and he watched as those perfect breasts bounced and jiggled against her chest. His breathing was ragged, his hand slid under his trousers.

Slowly her fears of being watched seemed to ease and she cupped her breasts in her hands and shook them, looking down at the way they bounced. His cock was driven wild, jolting upwards in his trousers, begging his hand to stroke harder. Then, quite suddenly, she stepped forward towards the shore, breasts and pointed nipples bouncing against her chest as she walked. The water began to lower and with great anticipation revealed the tiny pussy between her legs, barely even visible by the hair that covered it. He had never seen a woman fully nude before and wanted to see more of her. He wanted to know what was buried under that hair.

Soon, the boy got his wish. She had returned to her clothes, leaned down to pick up her dress so that her breasts swung daintily between her arms and in bending over revealed her beautiful, full ass cheeks and the delicate pink lips of her pussy. His mouth fell agape, his cock jerked out of excitement and then hardened right up, his balls tightening. He raised his hand to cover his mouth so that he didn't moan and then watched as the monster between his legs spurted out strand after strand of hot cum. It splattered all over his trousers, the wet fabric molding to his large, throbbing member and he watched in amazement as it twitched out a few last drops of cum until he was empty. He leaned his head back against the tree. He had played around before, but nothing had ever felt like that. Nothing had ever felt like watching her.

He turned his head to where she had been changing, his cock still swollen between his legs. The grass was barren, she was gone. He looked down at his erect member knowing that he couldn't move his legs to chase after her, not looking like this. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, determined to find her again.



A Meeting in March



March 26th

You're beggin' me to go, you're makin' me stay, why do you hurt me so bad?

It would help me to know, do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?

"Love Is A Battlefield" ...Pat Benatar

The thirty minute drive to the airport was rather nerve wracking, despite the lack of traffic. My heart pounding so hard I could feel it echo in my head. Sudden thoughts of “what if” kept running through my mind…pushing them firmly back…he would be there!! I kept saying that to myself over and over…fighting back tears, foot heavy on the accelerator, making the vehicle lurch forward with a deep growl. Why this tormenting lost feeling? 

It would be alright once I laid eyes on Him, I just knew it. Squeezes eyes tightly shut, forcing myself to face the worst, yet hoping for the best. Opening them to the sudden blare of a horn...sighing softly, mind wandering back to that first time, same month one year before. From the moment he mentioned a meeting... sweet anticipation caused my heart to race and took my breath away. Knowing it was forbidden, and yet.....

March 15th

~~if I could turn back time...if I could find a way....I’d take back all those words that hurt you and you’d stay...”Turn Back Time”...”Cher”

Gathers the thick golden strands up, unhappy with the look, staring at myself in the mirror, scrunching my nose in quiet desperation, wondering how the hell I was going to wear those stubborn curls. A deeply frustrated sigh escaping my lips, running the brush through my hair once more, thinking how much of a fool I was...to have agreed to this meeting, knowing what the discovery would do to my husband...my son. Places hands on the sink counter, feeling a thousand butterflies racing through my belly, just listening to the everyday noises that always brought comfort to my soul. 

My son was getting ready for school, yelling for the dog to come inside to keep him company while he eats breakfast....my husband’s electric razor humming in the other bathroom down the hall. These simple everyday things brought no pleasure this morning...it was Friday, March 15th...the day. I had already paved the way to sin by telling my husband of a much needed visit to my sister. A haunting phrase...”beware the Ides of March” drummed in my head. Making a face at myself in the mirror...how easily lies now slip from this woman’s lips...amazing in fact...since I always prided myself on being truthful and honest. Squeezes eyes tightly closed, unable to bear a flash of guilt stabbing into my heart. 

Tossing the brush aside, heading to the kitchen to greet my son, a smile pasted on my face. “Hey you! Gonna miss your mom tonight?” brushes my lips across his cheek, ruffles his hair and slips into a chair, pouring myself a hot cup of coffee. My son glances up, flashing a sunny smile, nodding his head as he digs into more cereal, one hand petting the lab’s head. 

She smiles back, fingers curling around the spoon to stir some sugar into my cup...”good love...will miss you too”. Turning my head at my husband’s approach, noting the quick peck on my cheek...swallows hard and tenderly slips my fingers in a slow caress of his jaw...murmuring...”morning darlin...don’t miss me too much” shifting in my seat, not wanting my agitation to show too much...”Oh!!! Don’t forget to set the timer on the lasagna...or my guys will starve...” dark eyes twinkling, despite the fear that continues to nag at the back of my mind...the fear of discovery. 

My thoughts kept meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror as I drove to the airport, hoping my lover would find me pleasing, would want me as much as I wanted him. To have him fill that ache that began a long time ago. Laughs softly at myself...it was one thing to carry on a love affair in chat... totally another to bring those heat filled words to reality. Shivering suddenly...hoping I wouldn’t find sanity and back out at the last moment. Resolve filling my mind....I wanted this as much as he did...and we both realized the consequences of our actions...yet...falling in love was something I wasn’t prepared for...should have known the minute we met that he was the other half of my soul. 

~~closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough, you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love....”Addicted to Love”..Robert Palmer....

Anxiously awaiting his plane’s arrival, pacing on trembling legs between the monitor and the gate, counting every minute...cell phone clamped tightly within my sweaty palm...whispering to myself...”oh god...oh god...” feeling slightly nauseous. Swallowing the lump in my throat as I hear the announcement of the plane’s arrival at the gate....stiffening, turning to watch the disembarking passengers...suddenly unsure of why I was there....’oh my god...I can’t remember what he looks like...” blinking rapidly as each person walks quickly by, going on with their own lives...frantically trying to recall a likeness, yet no one resembled him. The cell phone vibrates....glancing down into my hand, feeling a tingle run up my arm...my mind a total blank. Raises the phone to my lips and whispers tentatively into the receiver...”yes?” 

“Hello darling, where the hell are ya?” My heart nearly bursting, overcome with joy, simply at the sound of that sweet southern drawl in my ear. 

Jerking as if the instrument burned a hole in my ear...seeing a well dressed tall man talking quietly into his cell phone, brown hair with a touch of silver, a wide grin spreading over his tanned features as he snaps the phone off and takes a few steps in my direction, arms spread wide. 

Almost dropping the phone as my feet fly to his outstretched arms...feeling the warmth of his embrace...the first touch of his lips over mine...so cool and firm...the gentle thrust of his tongue into the warm cavern of my mouth, teasing and coaxing into a playful dance. 

Drawing back to gaze deeply into his eyes, noticing how dark blue they were...hearing his murmur...”godddd you are beautiful baby...so beautiful...come, lets get my bags...” lacing his fingers with mine, tugging me swiftly to the baggage area. His voice softly whispering about how happy he was to be with me...how wonderful the city looked from the sky...wishing he didn’t live so far away. 

All this chatter making my heart sing...my blood pump...knowing what will happen once we reach the hotel...quivering with anticipation, eyes brightly shining into those blue fathomless ones. 



March 26th

~~I know her love is true, but it's so damn easy makin' love to you; I got my mind made up, I need to feel your touch...I'm gonna run to you..."Run to You"...Bryan Adams...

Pulling into the airport parking lot, my heart feeling like stone in my chest...that god awful feeling returning as the cobwebs of memory fade. Selecting an out of the way spot and gathering my purse, getting more agitated by the minute. 

Pausing at the counter to check the arrival time and gate, then wandering aimlessly through the terminal. I finally decided that a good stiff drink would help calm my jittery nerves. Stopping at the first bar that caught my eye, waving off the offer of a menu as I hopped up onto the stool...ordering a JD on the rocks. 

I tried taking slow sips while trying to keep my mind occupied with other thoughts. Still, my eyes kept straying to the clock. 

Heaving a sigh, finishing off the drink and tossing the money on the counter, making my way to the gate, feet dragging...filled with dread...unable to pinpoint an exact reason for my unease. Another pause to recheck the flight, heart leaping, the plane was on the ground!

Searching for him, every face, asking passengers what flight they were on….nervous as a cat…goddd…don’t do this to me!!…There he is!!!!…that initial leap of joy knowing he was actually here, running to his outstretched arms and hugging him tightly, savoring the feel of his flesh against mine. 

That’s when I felt IT. Not that I didn’t think he was happy to see me…it showed in his eyes at that moment…but something was…different. I grabbed his hand and tried to make small talk to the elevators….he told me he hadn’t sleep much the night before and had come online hoping to talk to me. 

I told him I had taken a bubble bath along with a glass of wine to make me sleepy, never venturing online....actually thinking he wouldn’t be there anyway. This visit he had only one bag, slung over his shoulder. 

Walking to the car, we both seemed to fall silent. I settled behind the wheel and he reached over running his fingers down my right thigh, squeezing briefly than just as quickly withdrawing, asking how long would it take to get to the hotel. 

My mouth dropped in surprise...he had yet to kiss me...and again, that nagging feeling of everything going wrong swept through me. I started the car, disappointed and hurt. Wondering why I felt this ....distance. I shrugged it off, telling myself to be happy, don’t show anything in my voice...my actions. After all, he had made the effort to be with me. 

Making small talk on the way to the hotel, I couldn’t help but compare the previous visits to this one...something kept nagging at me…something didn’t seem right. 

When we reached the hotel, he seemed more like my lover…a little cocky…grins…but always something I found endearing about him. I must admit I was impatient to get to the room….to be with him, to feel him naked against my own body. I was getting extremely wet and excited….thinking about it as he registered, laughing at his silly jokes, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. 

Once we reached the room, he was eager…rushing me to the bedroom....the first explosion came as he flung me on the bed, yanking up my skirt and tearing into my panties, his tongue darting forth to rove over my clit and into my cunt, curling and teasing as I writhed with intense pleasure. 

Fingers sliding into his hair, tugging on the silvery brown strands, whimpering as my back arched, thighs clamped around his face, seeing the smear of my passion across one cheek as he pulls away to undress...then swiftly returning, murmuring soft words of love into my ear, teasing the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue. 

His cock finding purchase as he thrusts forward, impaling himself deeply within the velvet sheath of my heat...crying out, not holding back, drenching his meat with my musky essence, rewarded with the harsh grunt of his pleasure, spurting into my womb. 

Pressing tender kisses over his face, sweeping a lock of his hair back, gazing into those blue eyes that haunted my dreams, stole my soul. 

Relaxing in his arms...whispering to him how much I had missed him, wanted him...noticing the slight darkening of his face, the look of pain slashing across those tanned features, followed by the slow roll of his body off mine. 

His deep sigh tearing thorough me, but not as much as that softly spoken drawl...”how I wish I had met you first darling.” 

A sudden chill filling my heart...the coldness spreading through my limbs, like daggers of ice impaling themselves into my soul. Turning away from his naked form to curl myself into a fetal position, lashes fluttering, eyes filling with tears. 

March 15th

~~~Let's make love, all night long, until all our strength is gone; hold on tight, just let go, I want to feel you in my soul..."Lets Make Love"....Tim McGraw~~~

He walked fast, tugging me along...laughing as he spun me around, catching my waist and pulling me against that rock hard body for a tender kiss, murmuring against my lips...”the car babe...? where?” 

Dark eyes twinkling as I pointed it out among the few scattered here and there...whispering back...”race ya!” jerking away and quickly darting over to the parked vehicle, heels clattering, amazed that I didn’t slip and fall. 

Popping the trunk and then gasping as his arms encircle my waist...warm breath tickling my ear, “gotcha darling...never gonna let ya go either..” the tip of his tongue teasing my earlobe, making my knees go weak...hot whisper into it...”you are mine...” dragging that teasing pink organ down the warm flesh of my neck, body shivering under the onslaught of goose bumps that appear across my skin. 

The words he utters sending a deep thrill to my very soul...insides melting, cheeks flaming as I realize my inner thighs felt suddenly sticky from the spurt of arousal. 

Swallows hard, turning in his arms to brush a quick kiss over his chin, murmuring in a breathless tone...”lets go love...” 

Slipping into the driver seat after stowing his bags, he reached for me again, pulling me close, those lean digits of his skimming over my stocking clad thigh...making the flesh burn with desire. Blue eyes sparkling as he asks...”tell me how to get there...” starting the ignition, but not before kissing me again...whispering...”can’t believe how beautiful you are...god....I love you...”

The moment we reached the hotel...we lace fingers, our eyes meeting...snatching sweet kisses in the elevator, at the door...almost falling inside the entrance to the room as he unlocks the door, lips planted firmly on mine....laughing with playfulness as he maneuvers me to the couch....already unbuttoning my blouse....eager to gaze upon the soft swells that he has yearned to see....to touch...yet savoring every moment. 

My own dark gems gazing into those blues....lost...completely mesmerized by the look within...the love shining forth...the want...lays back against the soft cushions...allowing him to undress me completely...smiling at the look upon his face....whispering to him...”I was so afraid you wouldn’t find me pleasing....is not a young girl anymore....” 

Leaning forward to lick my lips as he slowly releases his breath....”you are gorgeous darling....inside and out...” 

Taking his time, slowly teasing my flesh into submission....the ache between my thighs unbearable....softly crying out as he inserts two fingers into the tight sheath of my heat, spreading them as he searches for that spot...discovering it as my back arches, hips squirm…my voice raspy with my lust...”oh god baby...don’t stop...” pulling them out quickly to swipe his tongue across them, tasting me. 

A smile crossing his tanned features...hissing as he rises from the couch...”now I’ll make you truly mine darling...splay those thighs for your Master...”

Allowing me no chance to admire broad shoulders and his lean torso, he started laughing at my startled look, stripping quickly. My eyes gazing with obvious desire at his thick, erect meat, seed seeping, the droplets causing the crown to glisten. Positioning himself between my spread thighs...a low growl escaping his lips...thrusting forward to impale that thickness deeply within....claiming me as his own...grunting with the sweet pleasure that sweeps through us both. 

My arms wrapping around his neck, needing....no wanting...so much to feel his flesh against mine....his hips slamming, taking me...arching my neck as his lips caress over my throat, along my collar bone, whispered words driving me crazy with want...”mine...always mine...” screaming his name as my cunt erupts, splashing his meat with my honeyed essence...followed by his own primal cry...the thick snake jerking, the inner muscles of my sheath clamping tightly, his seed jetting into my writhing body. 

Lips in constant motion, pressing butterfly kisses over my chest, on each nipple...flicking his tongue along my belly as he slowly slides down, mouth cupping my mound, sucking softly...taking the hooded clit between his teeth to chew, tongue dabbing over the fleshy folds as he gleans the rewards of his efforts...the heady smell of sex wafting through the room....shuddering with release once more as he brings me to that edge of heaven and back.....

March 26th

~~no more broken hearts, we're better off apart, let's give it a try; tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies..."Little Lies"..."Fleetwood Mac"~~

“Gonna take a shower babe...” the bed moving with a subtle sway as he slips off, padding over to the bathroom, totally oblivious to my pain...not even waiting for a reply. Hearing the water rushing from the shower...blinking furiously...knowing now why instincts screamed. 

This was my kiss off...my goodbye fuck....anger flooding my body as that inner voice cries out ”why??? Why is this happening to me..?” sweeps lashes down over wet eyes...drawing on inner strength. Standing stiffly, gathering the scattered garments strewed across the floor, fingers fisted around them...gritting my teeth to avoid the sob that threatens to release from my lips. This was a dream for sure...I’ll awake in a few minutes, safe in his arms. 

Glances to the bathroom...if he walked back into the room, his heart would be pierced with the dagger like stare in my eyes. Suddenly I felt dirty, cheap...and used. My mind was at war with my heart. Snatching my overnight bag, searching through the items for a pair of jeans and a knit top...climbing into them, not even bothering with underwear. 

Swiftly zippering the bag up, grabbing car keys off the dresser, my fingers trembling, heart breaking into small bitter pieces. Halting in my movements, noticing the sound of rushing water had ceased…the quietness of the room overbearing. Turning slowly around to see him standing there, dripping...a towel wrapped around his waist. 

Tilting his head with puzzlement apparent in those blue orbs...”going somewhere darlin?” the southern drawl working on my nerves. 

Nodding...voice a breathless whisper...”I’m leaving...its obvious to me...that you have problems with me being here...this meeting was a mistake....”sobs suddenly...”can’t believe you would do this to me!!! ” shaking my head, my heart breaking at the lost look in his eyes. 

Raising his hand to rake through the wet strands of hair, voice weakly replying...”I dunno darling....I can’t seem to find the right words...with you or with the wife...” sighs deeply...”if you want to leave I won’t stop you..” 

Turning his back to me with a wave of his hand, as if in dismissal, the towel slipping down his waist, exposing more of his flesh. Tears streaming down my flushed cheeks as I heft the bag over my shoulder, taking the few steps towards the door...my mind screaming in protest. 

Suddenly slammed up against the door, a grunt as my cheek burns from the smack of the wood...turning my head slightly to see the blazing blues...his plaintive wail...”don’t go babe...don’t!!...I need you...need...dammit!!!!! Don’t go!!!” ...the last words causing a shiver to run down my spine at the heated anger in them. 

Turning fully within those arms, dropping my bag, startled out of my wits as he snuggles his face into my neck, nibbling on the exposed flesh. 

His softly uttered words making my heart melt once more....”oh god...I do love you so...” Lifting me with little effort into his arms, pressing a tender kiss on my forehead, laying me once more on the coverlet of the bed...tracing my lips with his fingertip....”don’t move babe...stay right here...” the light of love once more shining within those blues...”let me get dressed and we’ll order something to eat...and talk...”

Watching covertly as he dresses then flips pages of the phone directory...looking for local delivery...my eyes closing, listening to him talk quietly into the phone...then the bouncing movement of the bed as he returns...tapping his finger over my eyelids. 

Sweeps my lashes up, eyes burning as he whispers...”this is the last time we can be together...” the stricken look across my face stopping his words momentarily, then he braved on...”baby, you will find someone who is more worthy of your affections....hell, you can now go back to being free and choose from the litter once more...” voice breaking in exasperation as he tries to get his meaning across.




A Meeting in March



My eyes shuttering, face showing no emotion...yet my heart was ripping in two. Breathlessly answers him...”there is no one else...no one can ever take your place...I love you, need you....why?? WHY dammit!!” 

A tight purse of his lips, a habit when he gets frustrated and angry, shakes his head as if in disbelief of the words that he uttered. Gazing into his blue gems, fully seeing the tormented look reflected in my own, knowing he is digging the knife deeper with each word. “There will be...trust me....I can’t be there for you anymore...try as I might...she’s suspicious now...after all these years, I can’t loose her…I need to put my marriage back together...to leave the internet and you behind....”

Rolling once more on my side away from him...harshly utters...”and I am to be discarded, after these three years...as if I was an unwanted puppy and its not Christmas anymore?” the words strangled out, throat closing, eyes spilling tears that shouldn’t fall...telling myself the man isn’t worth it...and never was. 

His voice angry as he shouts...”NO!” then softening...”no babe, give me time...” 

Shrugging off the warm touch of his hand against my shoulder...snarling...”don’t touch me!!” sobbing softly as my feet touches the floor, raising myself up. Bending to gather purse and bag once more, this time not looking back, forcing myself to rush to the door, slamming it behind me as I head for the elevator...crying hysterically for something that was never meant to be...a heart filled with bitterness....mind filled with anger....and a soul torn apart..

April —-same year

~~”Ocean's apart day after day, and I slowly go insane, I hear your voice on the line, but it doesn't stop the pain. If I see you next to never, how can we stay forever?”… “Right Here Waiting”… “Richard Marx”~~

Listens to the constant ringing tones of the cell..heart thumping as I recognized the number. Paralized….not moving to answer. Gritting my teeth, tossing the phone back into my purse with a heavy sigh. He keeps calling...for what? He keeps emailing...for what? I don’t answer for fear of giving away some emotion, some expression in my voice. Oh, but I long to hear that sexy southern drawl again. Sniffs, hunting for a tissue...feeling as if the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. 

What did he want of me? To tell me again how sorry he is?….to tell me to wait?...give him time? Shakes my head…whispering to myself….”its over...and I must get on with my life...do things….hold my head up high again.” 

Again, the insistent ringing of the phone, muffled from its leather confines. Raises my head up, slips from the couch and walks swiftly to my desk, turning the computer on….the steady hum soothing somewhat. 

Types furiously, throat tight...closing with a wash of tears, trying to maintain some control….clicking the send button….settles back against the chair, to wait….and hope. Softly murmurs…”will always love you…”



A 'Meeting' in the Ladies' Room



It's been common knowledge of sorts that both men and women go to clubs not only to let loose, drink and have fun, but to try their hand at picking up a member of the opposite gender for no-strings, casual sex after closing time. Sometimes it remains a one-time fuck, other times it can last a little longer. Who hasn't picked up a good piece this way at one time or another?

But the irony of this particular night, my two friends and I weren't at the club to pick up men; we were more into getting a few drinks, dancing and just goofing off.

There was a guy that had been sort of a pest during the evening; he seemed kind of a 'loser' type none of us would have even looked at either there or on the street if we wanted a guy that night. Even so, despite us politely turning his company down, he still continued to be a pain in the ass off and on.

But it wouldn't be the last time I would see him, from what was about to happen a while later that night.

Once we blew him off a final time, we went back to our fun once again, dancing with and teasing a few hot men that were sitting at a table over from us. There was a little kissing between all of us, and one guy had even felt up my tits on the dance floor, but that was as far as it went.

Fueled with a few drinks and needing to both relieve myself and freshen up, I excused myself to go to the ladies' room. Alone in the restroom and wearing no pantyhose, stockings or panties underneath my clothes, the business of relieving myself was a simple one; all I had to do was slide my dress back down. 

Once I had finished getting freshened up afterwards, I had been bent over to pick up something Ihad dropped when I heard the lock click on the entrance door to the restroom and then felt myself slammed against the wall, my dress being hiked back up and my legs roughly spread before a cock was slammed inside me.

"You're gonna get it now, you fucking slut!" the man behind me hissed.

"No....!" I managed to get out before a hand went over my mouth and the man behind me picked up the rhythm of fucking me harder. 

"Yeah...such a nice pussy..all you bitches come here for one thing…to get fucked….you're a bunch of filthy cheap sluts that think you're too good for guys like me. Now you‘re going to get what all you whores deserve!"

I then realized the man behind the cock inside me pumping wildly was the 'loser' my friends and I had shaken off earlier...and now this was his way of 'getting even‘….my God, I was being raped right there in a club bathroom! 

Well…what seemed to be rape at first…

Crazy thing was, I was starting to enjoy what his surprisingly endowed member was doing to me, wondering if it was because I hadn‘t had sex with a man in over two weeks as it was….and I was about to cum from this guy banging my cunt now!

"Gonna cum, aren't you, you fat whore? Yeaaaaahhh..I wanna hear and feel you cum, bitch! Cum for me!" He then took his hand off my mouth and pounded me even harder. "Give it to me, bitch!"

I let off a long wail of orgasm as my cunt tightened around his cock and wet it with my own cum juices.

"Yeah....you love it, baby. A cock-starved whore, that is what you are! Sluts like you spread your legs for anything with a cock on it. Take it all, whore!"

"Yesssssssss," I moaned. "Fuck me.."

"Tell me you love it...tell me what a dirty slut you are.."

"Love it…fuck me harder...I'm a dirty slut...fuck me! Fuck!"

"Yeah...you are a slut." He then pulled out his cock. "But I'm done with that part of you, baby."

"You didn't cum...." I protested.

"Oh, you're a cum slut too? Well, you'll have to wait for that, baby!" With that, he plowed his dick inside my asshole and slammed in and out as intense as he had while in my pussy.

Whether it was from his cock being lubed from being in my cunt and with me cumming so much, it didn't even hurt much when he first went into my ass. I gasped at my asshole being invaded with such a large dick at first, but then it felt so good in there as he assaulted my asshole even harder.

"You really are a cock whore," he grunted as he banged my ass deeper. "Only sluts like to take it in the ass! Didn't you say you were a slut? Just a nympho and a slut….tell me again what a slut you are!"

"Yes...I'm a slut. Fuck me...fuck my ass…."

"Damn right you're a slut," he panted, fucking harder now. "You love taking this dick."

I came twice more when, while continuing to rape my ass, he reached around to finger my clit and sliding them in and out of my cunt.

Suddenly, he had reached his point.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS, YOU COCK-LOVING WHORE!! TAKE IT NOW, BITCH!"

Within seconds, I then felt a hot liquid being spilled deep into my bowels as he thrust his cock the hardest he could as he came, until the last shot went inside my now-stretched and used asshole.

Once he finished and gone limp, he kept his dick in my ass for a couple of minutes before pulling out, then pulled out. For a minute, I figured it was finally over when I heard him wash his hands and cock off at the row of sinks.

It wasn't. He then turned me around and forced me to my knees and shoved his semi-hard member into my mouth.

"Suck my cock, slut. Get me real hard again. I gave you what you whores here all want, now it's your turn to service me! Suck it, bitch!"

Thinking I had a psycho on my hands as well as secretly had enjoyed his greedily using my body just moments earlier, I began orally working on his cock, sucking and licking the shaft and playing with his balls.

"Oh yeah, you whore, that's it. You're a good little cocksucker, but then again, you dirty sluts usually are. Come on, work my cock with that hot slutty mouth of yours!"

His pole feeling so good in my mouth, I sucked him harder, enjoying every inch of his length as groans of ecstasy escaped his lips.

"Yeah…suck that dick like the whore you are! Take all that cock down, you slut!"

I orally worked over his dick a while longer as he groaned above me and began fucking my face hard to the point I though I was going to gag on his big tool, but was loving every moment of servicing that eager cock.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he called. "Suck it harder, bitch! I'm gonna blow it all in your mouth!"

I couldn't believe the large load he then sprayed into my mouth as each shot streamed down my throat. As he continued to cum, I didn't think there would be enough room for my stretched mouth to take it all, but somehow, I did swallow drop after drop of his hot cream.

"Such a good, nasty slut," he grinned slyly as he withdrew his prick from my mouth. "You loved drinking down all that cum, didn't you?"

I nodded haphazardly, wondering what this nut job wanted from me next and eerily looking forward to what he'd wanted, if anything. It didn't take me long to get an answer as he stroked his cock to yet another healthy erection, ready for round three.

"Lay on the floor and spread your legs, you filthy whore. Get that dress off. I want to do your tits and fuck your cunt again. "

While I did what he asked, he straddled my body, shoving his cock between my tits. "Hold them together," he grunted. "I want to fuck those nice big tits of yours. You like being titty fucked….you sluts love that, don't you? You can't get enough of this cock, huh?"

He then carried on with more grunts and sighs as his cock bobbed in and out of my cleavage. "Lick my cock, bitch," he ordered as he continued working on my tits and I teased the tip of his throbbing member with my mouth as it slid between my tits with each hard thrust.

"Mmmmmm yeah…such a nice, compliant little whore," he panted before moving his body down and slamming his tool inside my cunt, fucking harder and harder like a sex-starved animal. 

"Oh…ohhhh, oh yeah, baby! Your cunt is so wet and so hot! Such a good, fucking whore!"

"Fuck me," I panted. "Give it to me."

"Oh yeah….you cock-starved, filthy slut! Love getting my cock in that hot cunt on a bathroom floor….such a fucking nympho…you're a dirty, dirty slut, aren't you? My personal whore!"

"Yes….fuck me!" I cried. "I'm going to cum again!"

"Oh yeah…cum for me, you slutty, filthy bitch!"

He then grabbed my legs and wrapped then around his neck as his cock went deeper inside me, with both of us in a full fucking frenzy right there in the ladies' room floor of a club. God, maybe he was right, I was a slut! How could I be having such dirty, raw sex with this loser type and be enjoying it ….and cum so much in the process otherwise?

I had just come down from what seemed to be my hundredth orgasm as we were still fucking together wildly there on the floor when I felt his cock swell and his own body beginning to convulse…he too was ready to cum.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……." he called out. "I'm cumming again! All this cum just for you, slut! I‘m gonna put some of this cum in that whorish cunt of yours! I‘m cumming right now, bitch!" 

He slammed a few times deeper into my cunt as he deposited the first shots of his seed into me before pulling out and getting up, standing over me and spraying the rest of his hot load onto my tits and the rest of my body until his cock was emptied.

"Look at you," he panted once he'd completed cumming. "Such a cheap slut on the floor here, covered in cum. But you love that, don't you? You love my cum on your tits, don‘t you, you filthy whore?"

"Yeah.." I panted, still coming down from the excellent fuck he had just given me, but at the same time braced for another sexual attack on my now very-used body and mouth.

He was jacking his cock again, getting hard instantly. Now what did he want this time?

"Turn over and raise your ass again, you slut."

His cock still soaked from fucking my cunt, he wet it more with his own spit before entering my ass this time. "I loved fucking your tight, whorish ass so much before, baby," he grunted as he pumped in and out of my asshole, "I gotta get another piece of it…..because I know you are such a cock whore that loves it back here!"

It was all I could do from not crying out too loud as he assaulted my backdoor a second time, his fuck tool pumping in and out as his hand reached around and rubbed my clit as he banged away.

"Somebody really loves being fucked in the ass," he hissed as I began to cum. "Such a fucking whore…a dirty, cock loving cunt bitch!"

He then pushed his cock deeper into my bowels. "Ohhh, God, does your ass feel good. Such a good anal whore you are…you probably had lots of dick in that ass just like the dirty bitch you are, judging how much you're enjoying getting it now. My own fat nympho….take all this dick, you slut!"

He was doing me a little rougher than I usually liked when I performed anal sex with men, but he was right; I was enjoying his eager and willing cock deep inside my ass as he thrust faster and faster until he was ready to cum a fourth time! 

"Oh, God!" I cried. "Fuck that ass!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..I'm gonna cum now! I'm gonna fill your ass with my load, bitch!"

The thought and feeling of more hot cum inside my asshole had gotten me very turned on by now; I had climaxed one last time as his jism filled my bowels and he'd rubbed my clit even harder. As he'd done the first time, he'd left his cock inside my ass once he'd gone limp for a few extra minutes before pulling out.

"Such a good whore," he panted as he finally got up. "Fat slut loved getting her ass boned twice and taking my cum in it!"

I was still on the floor, expecting him to start jacking his cock and wanting yet more from me. By now, I had some idea that a long time had passed since he had first accosted me against the wall. What more would he want from me? I'd already given him my mouth, ass and cunt and even had him cum on my body; what more could he possibly need?

But it really was over this time; he tossed over a towel and my dress and purse, ordering me to clean up and put my clothes back on, then put on his own pants, obviously satisfied with the sexual rendezvous he'd had thoroughly used me for.

"Thanks, baby. I really enjoyed that," he grinned as he finally zipped up, unlocked the door and left. 

Thank God no one was waiting to get in, I thought as I watched him leave, got up and quickly wiped down my still cum-soaked body.

Feeling overflows of his cream also streaming from my both my cunt and asshole, I went back in a stall to wipe myself off better, as well as fingered myself to orgasm one more time thinking about what had just went down there in that bathroom, before fixing myself up yet again and rejoining my friends.

"Thought you fell in," one of them joked when I got back to the table.

"Nahh...it was pretty busy in there," I replied as I saw the man who had used me crudely for his own sexual games just a few minutes earlier on that bathroom wall and floor now toasting me from the bar .....

Guess some of those ‘loser' guys aren't such losers after all, especially in the spontaneous sex department!

As the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover… 



A Meeting In The Park



Alex fell against the side of the building. He couldn't believe how close he had come to taking that poor girl's soul. Even now standing in the cold he had to struggle with his beast. He had never had this problem. Sure he had taken peoples souls before but it had always been bad people and he was always in control. It was different with Ellianna. His beast became stronger when she was around. Alex took a deep breath and forced it out slowly. He knew he was better than this. He had been alive for close to 500 years. He would control himself. Behind Alex something stirred. He turned to see what was behind him. When he saw nothing he turned toward the street. He had to feed. He began walking to the park. There was always a good or should he say bad soul there. As Alex entered he felt the energy of another of his kind. Slowly he backed out of the park thinking to leave them to there hunt. There was always other places to hunt. as he turned to leave he ran straight into his first and only turn. 

"hello Alex How's hunting?" Malina smiled. She was wearing her normal clothes. Skin tight jeans that lifted her ass and made it look bigger than it already was and a halter top that threatened to pour her breasts out into the night air. Alex took in the view slowly. His gaze stopping shortly on her breasts before traveling to her face.

"what are you doing here Malina? I thought after last time you didn't want anything to do with me." he raked his gaze over her again. "unless of course you have changed your mind"

Malina laughed. Her voice ringing on Alex's ears. "we both know that u don't want me anymore than I want you so don't look at me that way. And if you do want me then it has been way to long since you have fed." Malina walked past Alex to sit on a bench. She looks back at Alex the humor bleeding out of her eyes. She pats the seat next to her. "sit let me talk to you for a moment. Maybe if we talk I won't have to kill you later"

Alex walked over to her and sat on the bench a puzzled look in his eyes. "and why would you have to kill me?" his eyes again ran over her full form hunger over taking him for a moment. Malina watched as Alex's eyes change from the bright emerald green to a black the raven herself would envy. He shook his head pushing his beast back into the hole that it had crawled out of. Malina began to second guess herself when she saw how very little control he had. He was one of the first of their kind. After Alex had control of himself again he looked Malina eye and waited for her to speak.

"Alex.... maybe this isn't the best time for you. I will come back when you have fed." with that she stood and began to walk out of the park her back to Alex. Alex flew off the bench grabbing her arm and spinning her to face him. Before she could stop herself she hissed at him her fangs fully out. Alex picked her up and slammed her into the pillar behind them his own fangs out.

"I didn't give you leave nor did I dismiss you. As a matter of fact I asked you a question that you have yet to answer." Alex retracted his fangs and let her slid to the ground. "you have been too long from your own kind. You have forgotten your manners. In anyone other than me it could mean death for you. Always remember that you are still a youngling. Now speak and keep in mind your words" Alex took a step away from her and waited for her to speak. Malina took a deep breathe and calmed herself, pushing her beast down away from the surface. 

"I saw you earlier when I went to see my sister at work. I know that I have no place telling an ancient what he may and may not do but I beg that you leave her alone. She is the only family that I have and I can not lose her. I would not survive it." malina made sure to keep her eyes down and her tone respectful. At least to herself she could admit that she had forgot her manners. However she didn't view it as a bad thing that she had be out of the company of her kind for so long. She thought back to the things that she had seen in the last 5 years and a shiver ran through her. She never wanted to become an animal and that was what most of their kind was. They were animals that lived only for their next fix.

Alex saw the fight in malina. He knew that she was not a subserviant person however she needed to learn her place of it would be a quick path to the grave. As the full weight of what malina said came to him he strained to figure out which woman was her sister. His thoughts flowed over all the women he had been with today and when Ellianna came to mind his beast roared in his ears demanding her blood. Malina saw Alexs eyes go red and thought that maybe she had over stepped herself again. She dropped to her knees and tilted her head back presenting herself to him. 

"I am sorry sire. Please take what you need from me and let it cover my grievances tonight." Malina closed her eyes and waited for Alex to make a decision. 

Alex looked at the offering at his feet and felt his beast spring forward. He was so surprised that he didn't have time to stop him before he buried his fangs into her neck. 

"Alex." Malina whispered her eyes closing in pleasure. Alex was lost in the blind pleasure of her blood. He pushed her against the pillar pinning her with his hips as his hands began to work at her shirt. Her breast sprang free of her shirt. Alex retracted his fans leaving the wound open to spill down her neck to her breasts. He lowered his head taking her left tit into his mouth biting lightly. Encouraged by the small whimpering sounds she was making he moved to her other tit his hand playing lightly against the skin of her stomach.

Malina thought her body was going to go up in flames. Everywhere he touched her began to burn. She mentally shook her head. I cant do this. I promised myself that I would never do this again.. Malina began to struggle against Alex Pushing at his head as he bragged her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back as it sent shivers of pleasure right down to her core. She could feel herself growing wet and heavy. His hand began to makes circles on her stomach each one widening. She knew that if she let him get near her core she would beg him to take her. "Alex please stop this." Her voice was breathy with pleasure. Alex let go off her nipple letting it slid from his mouth. Malina gasped as she saw the red his eyes had bled to. She struggled harder trying to get away from him.

Alex could feel Malina pulling away from him but he was too far into his beast to let her go. The beast roared in his head demanding release. He latched onto her neck again pulling more of her blood into his mouth. Alex let his hand drift to the top of Malina's jeans. He smiled as he heard the sharp intake of breath from her. He healed the wound on her neck and looked into her eyes. He allowed his hand to continue making circles on her stomach.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he hooked one finger in her jeans and pulled one sharpened finger down cutting them from her body. Malina shivered as they fell from her body. She could feel her juices dripping down her leg and she couldn't make herself care. The only thing she wanted was to have Alex take her. She reached out to him pulling his head down to hers her black eyes staring into his red. Malina took his hand and led it to her pussy pushing her underwear out of the way. Alex growled as he felt her wet haven. He crushed his lips to hers as he slipped two fingers into her working them in and out. 

When he felt her clamp down on his hand he quickly withdrew his fingers and lifted her off the ground. Malina slipped a hand in between them and unbuttoned his pants letting them pool at his feet. She wrapped her hand around his cock and guided it to her waiting hole. They both gasped as he pushed past her swollen lips and into her womb. Malina felt her eyes bleed to red as the beast and blood lust rose to the surface. She looked into Alex's eyes silently asking and seeing him nod she let her fangs fall into her mouth. She waited for Alex to pull out and as he slammed back into her Malina sank her fang into his neck. Alex's blood felt like fire going through her veins. 

Alex growled as he felt her fangs sink into his skin and began to truly slam into her. He felt her tighten around him and knew that she was close. He shifted her higher against the pillar and snaked a hand between them to pinch her clit. She screamed tearing her mouth away from his vein. Alex's beast roared for more. The beast pushed on Alex for a mate. As Alex thought of mating with malina a picture of Ellianna flashed through his mind. His beast froze for just long enough for Alex to regain control. He pulled out and summoned clothes for both himself and malina. He handed them to her and stepped away. "Forgive me." With that last comment he disappeared onto the night. 

Malina hit the ground and looked up at Alex but he was already gone. She breathlessly pulled on the clothes Alex had given her and made her way back to her sister's home. Maybe if she hurried she would be able to catch her before she left for work.



A Meeting in the Study



Sequel to A Meeting by the River

His cock had been stirring for her for weeks now. The pounding between his legs seemed to be non-stop. Being eighteen, he was used to being distracted by his lust, but never quite this often. When studying in the library, his cock would give a persistent tug at his trousers. Even at dinners his mind would wander to her body and he would feel a swelling between his legs. When lying in bed, he'd have to wrestle with his hard on, always imaging sinking into her pussy before he let out his final moan. Then, in the mornings, he would wake up accosted by a huge tent in his sheets and have to start all over again.

One such time, he had pressed a quill to paper and was addressing a letter to his cousin when his thoughts began to drift towards the girl by the river. His mind swirled with the way her perfect breasts jiggled when she folded her arms to cover them. He was all alone in the study and so he spread his legs apart to make room for the bulge he was sure to inspire. Thoughts of her ass bending over to present her pussy to him began to flood his mind and before he realized it, his cock was resting on his thigh in his tight pants, completely stiff and sensitive.

"Cyrus, there you are! I've been searching for you all morning."

The young man dropped his quill, cheeks flushing pink. He turned to see his tutor stomping towards him, books in hand. The older man made a sharp turn so that he was standing in front of his student's wooden desk, probably assuming his embarrassment was due to not having done the reading.

"Just what I thought, you haven't finished the Aeneid, have you," he chided. "Look if that Nisus and Euryalus scene is all that caught your interest then I have bad news for you. The next book we're reading will speak nothing of that sort of love."

Cyrus bit his lip, reaching his hands forward to cover his embarrassment. The touch of his hands resting on his cock drove it wild and he felt it stiffen beneath the fabric. Looking up at his teacher, he felt a sudden lust stirring in him that he swore had never been there before. Perhaps it was his masculine desire forcing itself on things that were not there, but he could have sworn that William's shoulders looked a bit broader, the way his spectacles fell on his nose was quite handsome, the way his lips pursed helped him imagine those lips carrying out much darker deeds. Oh no.

"Cyrus, what's the matter with you?"

"N-Nothing," the boy said. "I'm just busy, can't you see?"

"Writing letters? That's the kind of talk of someone looking to get out of a lesson."

"I'm not..." he said, his hands remaining awkwardly still. There was a part of him that wanted William to notice. There was a part of him that began to imagine what those lips would do if they noticed.

With one swift snatch, William tugged Cyrus out of his seat by his shirt collar. He never had been one of those starving intellectual types. With his eyebrows furrowed, he looked down to see why Cyrus insisted on keeping his hands folded over his crotch. In an instant, William's eyes widened and his hand released the shirt collar. "Oh," he said, his eyes glued to the sheer size of the erection visible in Cyrus's trousers.

Watching how flustered he had made his teacher, Cyrus moved his hands away revealing the thickness and length of his penis. His face was bright red as he watched William's eyes fail to look up.

"Oh my, well then, I-" he glanced upwards, then back down at the eight swollen inches compact in Cyrus's grey trousers. "I see why you wanted to be left alone."

There was a desk between them, but Cyrus could have sworn he saw William stepping closer. Gently, his tutor set the books down on the wooden desk, looked up at Cyrus as if asking permission. Before anything could be said they were leaning over the desk, lips pressed to one another's. Cyrus felt a charge run up his body to create an arch in his back and erection in his already stiff member. He started to rub the base of his cock along the wooden edge of the desk. William cupped a hand to his chin and then they both opened their mouths and intertwined their tongues.

After a moment, William stepped away and Cyrus's eyes flickered down to the rising bulge between his teacher's legs. "Have you ever been with a man before?" William asked nervously.

"Not really, no," Cyrus said.

William smirked. "Would you like me to teach you?"

"I would, yes," Cyrus laughed. He shuffled out from behind his writing desk, erection bobbing and everything, and began to walk towards one of the many doors in the study. In the manor there were so many tiny corridors, secret rooms and hidden doorways and lately his teenage mind had been imagining taking advantage of those hidden, secret places. "Should we try the servant's staircase? For such a lesson?" he asked, the bobbing tent in his trousers making the question largely comical.

William hobbled over to him, his stiff penis producing an equally awkward gait. "Perfect," he nodded.

Young Cyrus couldn't help but watch as William advanced towards him, his member bobbing between his legs. It was such a sign of virility, of desire, and it was all spurred on by him. He watched hungrily as William followed him through the door and shut it.

Huddled in the tiny staircase, their bodies were instantly pressed together and Cyrus felt his throbbing cock pressing against William's stiffness. As they kissed, Cyrus could not help rubbing himself against William and soon felt a rough hand reaching down to fondle the bulge in his trousers. Cyrus rubbed into his hand eagerly into William's cupped hand and felt himself getting breathless from their kisses.

Quite suddenly, his tutor pulled away and asked, "Have you ever been with anyone? I know you said you haven't been with a man, but... have you been with anyone yet?"

Cyrus looked down and muttered, "There was a girl by the river..."

"And you? Did you kiss her?" As he asked, Cyrus watched the older man's gaze continuously flicker down to his trousers.

"Not really, no," he said. "I've kissed other girls though, as a joke, like a dare. But..."

"But the girl by the river?" William peered over his glasses.

"She was just naked," Cyrus said. His cock pounded as he remembered the sight of her.

William smiled, he didn't have to ask any further. "Ah," he said. "Well I really want to kiss you, but if I start to do anything you don't like, you promise you'll tell me?"

Cyrus bit his lip and then laughed awkwardly. "I can't imagine you doing anything I don't like," he said.

"I had to make sure," William said, his hand resuming its place cupped around his cock.

Cyrus practically melted into his warmth as the older man began gently stroking. He watched with innocence and delight as passion seized him and spurred his hand to stroke faster. Cyrus was breathless, motionless as he gave into the sensation. Then he watched the hunger in William's eyes as he tore at the leather tie of his trousers eagerly, then looked up briefly to ask over his spectacles, "This is okay right?"

The boy could barely get words out. The idea of someone else seeing his cock erect, looking down at him with desire, eager to pleasure him, was enough to make him speechless. He wanted to see William's reaction, more than anything, he wanted to hear him admire his cock. The idea brought his own hands to his waist as he tugged his trousers over his hips and watched below as his thick member bounced free between his legs. Bringing his gaze up to William, he watched the timid surprise that came over him.

William's eyes could not be lifted from his glaring, bouncing cock. For a young boy still growing into his manhood, Cyrus knew he was huge. He had spent a great deal of time comparing his penis with that of the other young men he knew. When they all went swimming, his eyes would gravitate to their cocks when they shirked off their trousers. Not because he found any of them particularly attractive, he just wanted to know. He had not yet encountered a cock quite as thick or as long as his own, though he had seen plenty of the other boys admiring his. He had even seen one of the younger, prettier ones, Gregory, get a full hard on when watching him change. But he had only ever seen a few boys naked.

William was far older, in his late twenties, and considering his recently realized disposition towards men, had probably seen a great deal of boys naked. Still, his eyes widened and before he could even move to touch the thick snake between Cyrus's legs, he muttered a few words of admiration. "Where have you been hiding that thing all this time..." he blushed. "You're... huge."

Cyrus smirked, his cheeks red. Before he could say anything, he felt William's hand delicately running over his skin and his cock jerked upwards, excited. Then William's hand wrapped entirely around his member, holding on tightly and stroking slowly but firmly. Cyrus had to lean against the wall and clumsily, William followed. William looked down at Cyrus knowing that this first hand job, especially delivered by a fellow man rather than a clumsy young girl, was driving him wild. It was clear by the way his cock struggled to keep still in his tutor's hand.

Closing his eyes, his student leaned his head against the wall and gave into the sensation of the firm milking of his cock. He was shivering, his cock twitching eagerly and then all the sudden, the pressure of William's hand disappeared. Cyrus caught his breath and was about to open his eyes when all the sudden he felt lips pressed to the underside of his thick member. Oh fuck.

He looked down to see William's eyes peering up at him eagerly, his lips and tongue discovering the underside of his cock. Cyrus felt everything stiffen, even his legs remained still. "Oh I... oh..." he said. He wanted to tell William I wasn't sure how long his young cock would be able to handle this. He wanted to warn him that he was so close, but he just couldn't get the words out.

He closed his eyes again and felt a pair of lips enveloping the head of his cock. A tongue flicked over his slick head, spreading the drops of precum all over his swollen skin. The pair of lips suctioned themselves to his dick, slid down further and began to envelope him. Cyrus tried to keep his breathing steady.

The lips were wet and hot and firm but soft. As they slid down his cock and captured it in their warmth, he felt his balls pulling up and tightening. He wanted to warn William but he could not find words, only moans. Very suddenly, his hands grabbed for William's curly hair and dug his fingers into his scalp. He opened his eyes fully and looked down, watching William's lips pulling up and down on his cock now. He wanted to tell him how amazing this felt; it came out as a masculine grunt. William had gotten about four long sucks in before Cyrus pressed down on his scalp and thrust his cock deep into William's throat so that his lips pressed helplessly into the fur between Cyrus's legs. He was such a big boy and he had just shoved all of himself into William. His penis shuddered, Cyrus moaned, and as strands of pent up cum shot into William's throat, he dutifully swallowed.



A Meeting of Few Words



As he walked into the lobby, he noticed her sitting in the corner in an over-stuffed chair. Although they had never met face to face, he knew it was her immediately. The look in her green eyes sent chills throughout his body and he felt himself become aroused. They had waited for this day for months—the day that they actually met for the first time. 

As he walked over to her, their eyes met and they became entranced. They just stared at each other, neither one knowing what to say, unable to move. Finally, he took her in his arms and held her tightly. Tears of joy began to stream down her face; she also felt the burning sensation throughout her body as he did.

She had moved out of her home and was staying at a nearby hotel until her living arrangements were worked out; he had come to comfort her and support her. He knew his decision to come could be a life-changing one. They loved each other, but how? Where would their love take them? Their friendship was so strong and he didn't want to destroy it with any mistakes. But, as they held each, other electricity ran throughout their bodies, electricity neither of them had felt in years. And they knew...

She took him by the hand and led him to the elevator. As they rode up to the fourth floor, they held hands. Fingers intermingled—fingers that seemed to bond together as if they were from the same hand. When they entered her room, they sat down on the sofa. With her head on his lap, she began to cry. She cried tears of sorrow and tears of happiness. She was scared about her future, as anyone would be.

He gently stroked her hair as they talked. Eventually, she sat up and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. As she looked up into his eyes with tears streaming down her face, he gently kissed her tears away and told her not to cry anymore.

And then they kissed! At first, the kiss was tender and gentle; then it became filled with passion and longing. The kiss seemed to last forever. They didn't even realize that they were removing each other's clothing. With hands exploring each other's bodies, the passion could be felt everywhere. Not a word was spoken as he laid her down on the bed, removing the rest of her clothing. She lay on the bed before him, naked, arms stretched above her head, nipples erect, back arched, welcoming him.

He took one look at her and wanted to satisfy her in every way. His hands began touching every inch of her body, with his mouth following. As he sucked slowly on her neck, his hand found her breasts. They were plump and soft. His fingers traced her already-erect nipples; the more he played with her breasts, the more aroused she became. 

She began to quietly moan. He found his mouth making its way towards her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to slowly and gently suck. She began to whisper, "Harder, suck harder."

While still sucking her nipples, his hand moved down her abdomen towards her warm, very wet pussy. She was soaking. He began to massage her clit and she began to arch her back, moaning louder as he went. Slowly, he moved his mouth down her abdomen. With one hand still fondling her breast, he began so slip his fingers into her as he played with her clit with his tongue. Her arms were no longer outstretched; they were now clutching the sheets beneath her.

She kept moaning, louder and louder each time, "Harder...more...don't stop..."

He had started with one finger, then two and now three. He was taking turns sucking her clit and slipping his tongue deep inside of her. Her hands had moved to his head. She was moving in motion with him. As her moans of ecstasy became louder, he kept going. She started to beg him to stop, but that just made him more determined. Finally, she let go! Waves of passion overtook her. He could feel her body responding to his touch, his actions. Her pussy was wetter than anything he had ever experienced and it was contracting with every moan of her orgasm. 

Her body was literally moving in waves and she called out his name, "Chris, Chris, oh my God, Chris," over and over again. She was cumming, and she was cumming harder than she ever had before. She began to shake, to tremble; she was almost screaming. 

And he was about to explode.

He could feel the need for her deep within his loins. His cock was aching for her. He wanted to take this ride with her. He reached for her hands and pulled her onto himself. As he lay on his back, she mounted him and welcomed his hard, throbbing cock into her warm, wet womanhood. As he slipped himself inside her, she arched her back and they began to move together as one. 

He brushed her hair away from her face so he could watch her when she came. She leaned closer to him and as he took her nipples into his mouth, his hands moved her hips deeper into him...thrusting. Together, they rocked back and forth, grinding slow then thrusting hard, and then faster, moaning until they came together.

When they were done, they lay in each other's arms, breathing heavily. And then, she began to suck on his neck and move her hands down his abdomen. She was on a mission to please him!

As their tongues danced, her hands began to move to the hardness of him that was calling her. He played with her hair as she moved her mouth down his chest, enjoying the silken texture. She took his long, hard, thick, throbbing cock into her hand and, with her thumb, she began to play with the tip of his cock. The beginning of his milky honey had already started to flow and she began to rub it around the tip of his cock and up and down his shaft. She knew just the right amount of pressure to use.

Her hands made their way towards his balls, where she gently caressed them; playing with them. She was taking her time moving her mouth downward; stopping along the way to suck and tease him with her tongue. He was in ecstasy. His began to softly moan and call her name, his back occasionally arching as she sent shock waves throughout his body.

Slowly, her mouth made its way to his hardness. She grasped his cock and treated it as if it were a popsicle, licking it from top to bottom. Then she took his jewels into her mouth and began to suck them slowly, causing him to moan even louder. Eventually, her mouth made its way back up to his cock. She slowly began to take him in, at first just a little. She used her tongue to press against him as she slowly sucked him. 

He longed for her to take more of him into her mouth, but she was in no hurry. She wanted to please him for as long as she could. But the more he moaned, the more excited she became and the more of him she took in. Still sucking hard and slowly, her tongue pressed against his cock as she moved her mouth up and down over and over again. She liked playing with his balls and would alternate sucking his jewels and sucking his cock. She planned to continue doing this to him for as long as it took.

His moaning started to become louder; he was calling her name over and over again. "Cate, my God, Cate, please don't stop." Eventually, he came, and when he did, he came loud, long, hard and in waves. His body was shaking and trembling as she brought him to orgasm. As she continued sucking, she drank all of his milky honey until he was dry. He was amazed; he had never experienced anything like this before. He knew he would never experience anything like it with anyone else either.

They both knew that they would never experience the ecstasy and level of lovemaking that had transpired between them. They knew that what they had experienced was the combination of two soul mates coming together in complete trust and understanding, each filled with love and passion for the other. And that love and passion was exchanged that night, a night that would be repeated again and again. They lay in each other's arms, their bodies soaked in sweet sweat.

As they lay there, he gently stroked her hair. He loved the deep red color of her hair with the blonde highlights gleaming in the sunlight. They lay there for hours, talking, caressing, touching and comforting each other. They talked about their hopes for their futures, their children, the disappointments and the joys in their lives. And, more importantly, they listened. They listened to each other, to the other's needs, wants and desires.

As they held each other, it was as if they were erasing each other's pains and sorrows. But, even as they lay there, comforting and supporting each other, a fire that had started as a slow burning flame was erupting into a roaring fire that was nearly out of control. The fire was Passion—a passion that starts small but doubles in size every day. The flames of passion can never truly be extinguished; they may be doused from time to time but given enough oxygen, they will always rekindle themselves.

He fell asleep as she lay in his arms, and she became self-conscious of her appearance. They had spent hours making love and her hair was soaked in sweat; her make-up was smeared and her body ached from receiving all that it had been missing. She slipped carefully out of his arms as he slept, and decided to take a hot shower. She stood with the water rushing over her body; she had never felt so alive.

She ran her hands over every inch of her body, every inch that he had touched. She wanted to remember where his hands had been, where he had kissed her and caressed her. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive to the touch, her womanhood still wet from their juices. She found herself closing her eyes and pleasuring herself the way he had.

Suddenly, she felt a draft of cool air enter the hot shower. But, she was enjoying the moment so much that she really didn't care; nor had she noticed that he had joined her in the shower. As she felt his hands over hers, she didn't look up; she kept exploring her body and all of her secret places. And his hands followed hers. It was as if she was leading and he was following. As she began to bring herself to orgasm, he moved her hands to the side and continued where she had left off. As he stood behind her, he began kissing her neck.

His hands were everywhere; he had placed one hand firmly on her clit, massaging it as the hot water ran over her body. His other hand had moved from her breasts to the small of her back and was slowly drifting south. His fingers were slowly playing with her bottom, moving closer to her ass. 

She began to moan. As she moaned, she began to spread her legs further apart and was bending over. Soon, his fingers were inside her pussy with his thumb playing with her clit. His other hand was playing with her ass and he had slipped a finger inside there as well. He was still kissing her neck and shoulders. 

And then, he suddenly leaned her against the wall of the shower, removing his fingers, leaving her empty and longing. He spread her legs even further apart and began to penetrate her with his hard cock. She was so inviting and on the verge of orgasm as he entered her. He had placed his finger back in her ass and with every thrust of his cock, he thrust his hand at the same time, thrusting, harder, faster, biting her neck gently.

The feeling of his cock inside of her and his finger in her ass at the same time was too much. She was screaming in Ecstasy, calling his name, "Chris, Chris, oh my God, Chris," over and over again as she gushed and squirted on his hard cock.

He quickly pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy and in one final thrust he penetrated her ass as he came. She could feel his cock explode inside of her; she loved the way it throbbed. When they were done, he turned her so that she was facing him. Her orgasm was so powerful that it left her shaking, with tears streaming down her face in the midst of the shower. He slowly kissed her tears away and held her.

It was one of the most passionate experiences of her life. No one had ever touched her the way he did. No one had ever made her cum the way he did. She didn't want it to end. They sat down in the large oval tub, water showering over them; she was resting in his arms once again.

To be continued ...



A Meeting of Minds



I'm sitting in my car, nursing a super-size diet soda and eating carrot sticks when I see her walk out of the main entrance of the mall. She's in the dappled shadows of the fancy lattice portico for the first thirty feet or so, delaying my efforts to evaluate her suitability. As last she breaks out into the late morning sunlight of this cloudless July Saturday. Decades of serious girl watching allow me to size her up quickly through the heavily tinted windows of my nondescript sedan. She's the best candidate I've seen in the last hour.

I like the way she moves as she steps down off the curb and heads out into the vast expanse of the crowded parking lot. Her walk is brisk and efficient, but still sexy. She's a looker too, with a pretty face, long blonde hair and large, but shapely breasts under her Ricky Martin t-shirt. Her tight, low cut jeans reveal that she's a little fuller in the hips than I prefer, but then again, my idea of the perfect woman is kind of on the slim side. I guess her age at about twenty, which would be on the young side for my tastes, but within the acceptable range. A quick peek through my binoculars reveals a lack of any hardware on her left hand. That cinches the deal; I'm going to make her mine.

I'm rolling by the time she starts walking down the next isle over. Thankfully, she must not have gotten one of the good spots when she arrived. She's still outward bound as I catch up to her. I hit the express-down button on my window and turn on the Charm as I cruise up. 

"Would you like a lift to your car?" I ask. This is the kind of thing that would normally put a woman on her guard in a big way, but her face lights up in an excited smile. I'm amazed for maybe the millionth time at my sudden transition from awkward social geek to confident, commanding alpha-male.

"Sure. That'd be great!"

When I ask that question, they always say yes.

She swings around to the passenger side and slides in. She makes no protest when I drive right past her car and out of the parking lot.

"Hi, I'm Jim," I tell her. I'm always 'Jim' with my women.

"Hi Jim," she beams. "I'm Melinda." She looks around at the interior of my five-year-old Taurus, a well-worn rental return unit that I use strictly for dating. My Benz is home in the garage.

"Wow, this is a nice car, Jim," she says. I ease up on the Charm a bit – the positive feelings about my personal appearance that I'm infusing into her mind must be spilling over onto my ride.

"Thanks."

I engage her in conversation, quickly ascertaining that she's eighteen years old. Not quite half my age. At least she's legal. I insist on that.

Melinda tells me that she's a student at the local community college and still lives at home. She had shopping for a new pair of shoes for a party tonight. She gleefully shows me her purchase; a pair of blood red four-inch spikes heels. I compliment her fashion sense.

"Are you going with anyone special?"

"Nah, I'm just going to meet up with some friends," she says. "We'll probably go bar hopping later."

As we talk further, I find out that Melinda's boyfriend dumped her a couple of weeks ago when he found out that she was sleeping with his best friend. Naughty girl! The best friend's dropped her too and she's not dating anyone at the moment. This is rare for her. She definitely gets around, but for my purposes, this is a good thing.

How do I find all of this out so easily? Well let's just say that if the CIA ever finds out about the peculiar talents I possess, I'll spend the rest of my life in a small, secret room somewhere in suburban Virginia, talking the truth out of unsuspecting evildoers. Saddam would have nothing to worry about, though – my talent only works on women.

"Jim," Melinda says, "I just have to tell you. You are the hottest looking man I've met in my entire life. I swear to God, you look just like Tom Cruise when he was young, only a lot cuter."

You'd think that someone as butt-ugly as I actually am would be surprised by such a compliment, but I hear that kind of thing on a regular basis. The best part is that she believes every word of it. That's exactly how she's seeing me at the moment.

"Oh, come on now, Melinda. There's only one truly gorgeous person sitting in this car, and it's not me," I tell her. Even with the Charm turned on, it's always a good idea to praise them. She blushes and lowers her eyes. I can immediately tell that she lives for compliments from the opposite sex. Melinda might not be exactly my type, but she could easily make it into one of those "Girls of Blah-Blah University" pictorials in some men's magazine. She's a knockout. I'm sure she gets lots of compliments.

Melinda has the whole day off to do with as she pleases. Good. I'd have had to take her right back to her car if I'd found out that she'd be missed during the next few hours. Melinda meets all of my qualifications. It's time to get this show on the road.

"Would you like to spend some time with me?" I ask her. Not that she actually has a choice, but I like to ask. She knows exactly what I'm talking about and she's been waiting desperately for me to ask since the moment she first laid eyes on me. She gives me a big smile like she's just won the lotto.

"Let's do it," she says.

After a few more minutes of casual conversation, we arrive at the motel. It's one of those large chain places, clean and anonymous. This particular one is my favorite because their rooms are equipped perfectly for my purposes. I always have a room ready around back on the first floor. The less chance there is of anyone seeing us together, the better.

Melinda giggles delightfully. "I've never done a motel run like this during the middle of the day. I don't know what's come over me, but I'm sure this is going to be a lot of fun!"

Oh yes, it is going to be a lot of fun, most especially for her.

I unlock the door to room 143 and lead her inside. I took care of all of my preparation work before heading to the mall and I'm ready to entertain her. It's a pretty standard sort of room with wallpaper in an aspen grove motif and thick, but cheap carpeting. The desk and easy chair are basic but serviceable and the bathroom is reasonably clean. I've already stripped the single queen-sized bed down to the fitted sheet. You don't even want to know what's lurking in a typical motel room bedspread.

She doesn't even notice as I hit the button on my camcorder's remote.

As soon as the door closes, Melinda eagerly takes me in her arms and begins to kiss me. She only has to tip her head up a little; she's just a few inches short of my five feet eleven. She's not a bad kisser, but as I kiss her back, I teach her a few things that I've picked up along the way. In a matter of a few minutes, she goes from adequate to spectacular. The next man she kisses is in for a real treat!

At last, I silently guide her to the next step. As per my usual routine, I have her go first.

"Mmm. I think we're wearing way too many clothes," she murmurs, languidly moving away from me to correct this situation. "Me first, I think." She begins to disrobe in a cute little striptease as I sit down on the bed to watch the show.

It takes less input from me than I would have expected to get her to do it just how I like it. She's naturally graceful and has done some informal erotic dancing for various boyfriends, I wordlessly discover.

Her flats come off her feet first; she's not wearing socks. I debate with myself: should it be top or bottom first? Hmm. Bottom wins this time. Melinda gracefully twists and gyrates to unheard music as she slowly unzips her jeans.

"Wow, Melinda, you are absolutely amazing!" I tell her. She blushes and redoubles her efforts.

As the top of her jeans clear her hips, I see that she's wearing white cotton panties, low cut to accommodate her jeans, but nothing special. The jeans fall to her ankles and she kicks them into the corner. Ricky Martin is next, slowly working his way up her generous breasts then over her head and into the corner with her jeans. Melinda's wearing a very utilitarian bra, something I find common among large breasted women like her. Hey, it looks comfortable and it's not like she was planning on this little adventure!

Watching her dance in just her undergarments, I judge that she could stand to lose ten to fifteen pounds. I'll see to that later.

Melinda reaches behind her and undoes the industrial strength hooks of her bra. Her breasts fall free. They're starting to sag just a little, but I'm sure that her impending weight loss will help the situation some. Being eighteen years old, they're still very nice, though. I'm going to enjoy playing with them later.

At last, Melinda gives me a grin and hooks her thumbs under the elastic of her panties. She's really into this now. As she teasingly lowers them, I can at last confirm that, remarkably, her hair color is natural. She also has a dragon tattoo under her panty line, flying out of her neat blonde forest. I'm not usually into tattoos, but this one is kind of cute. It's a dead ringer for Elliot, the goofy animated star of that old Disney movie, Pete's Dragon. I like a girl with a good sense of humor.

Her panties land in my lap (I'm keeping them for my collection, thank you very much) and she continues dancing for a couple of minutes until I'm sufficiently aroused for the next step. I give her the mental high sign. She takes my hands and pulls me to my feet.

"Now it's your turn, Handsome," she giggles.

She starts with my shoes and socks, placing them neatly at the base of the easy chair. I'm kind of particular about that. My shirt is soon draped smoothly over the seat back, covered by the top sheet from the bed. (Again, you don't want to know...) My Dockers quickly follow my shirt. I slip my Rolex onto the nightstand. I can feel the heat between our naked bodies. Melinda uses her newfound skills to kiss my mouth for all she's worth, then starts kissing my neck and nibbling at my earlobes. I've had women do this so many times that I can put my instructions on autopilot and just enjoy her ministrations.

"My God, Jim. You've got a fantastic body," she says with no prompting from me. I don't have to use my Charm to make her think so. I've always kept myself in top athletic shape. Without a wife or kids, I have plenty of time for it. While Mother Nature was cruel to me above the neck, she tried to make up for it below. If there were a need for male models with bags over their heads, I'd be a shoe-in.

As Melinda's lips travel down my chest, stopping to lick and tease my nipples, I turn my head to watch us in the full-length mirror on the wall behind the camcorder's tripod. I don't touch her at this point, though; there'll be plenty of time for that in a few minutes.

Melinda lips finally reach the top of my boxers, and she slowly slides them down around my ankles. I step out of them as her lips begin work on my very ready eight inches. I note that she's already pretty good at this – her boyfriend must have been a fool for not taking her back. I unobtrusively give her the mental control necessary to take me way down her throat and she gets even better at it. Soon she's doing it exactly the way I like it; fast, hard and clear to the base.

I'm lightly tickling the arousal center of her brain, so what she's doing to me is massively turning her on. I don't let her get near the level of an orgasm yet, though. This part is all about me.

Melinda's breasts are bouncing and her long hair is flying everywhere. She's getting after it with a vengeance. Man, this feels good! I hold off as long as I can, but after a few minutes of this kind of extreme action, I can feel her drag me past the point of inevitability. Melinda usually prefers to spit, but a gentle suggestion from me has her eagerly anticipating the chance to swallow every precious drop. The feeling of release is astounding as I pump my issue down her throat. God, I never get tired of this!

She swallows it down with gusto, and then cleans me off like an expert. I lift her to her feet and wrap her wonderful nude body in my arms. No kissing though. I can make her love the way I taste, but my talent only works one way. We hold each other tight as I recover.

"Mmm, that was great," Melinda murmurs in my ear. "I think I enjoyed that even more than you did. I didn't know that giving a blowjob could be so much fun!" The best part about it for me is knowing that she thinks the whole thing was her idea.

"I enjoyed it more than you'll ever know, Melinda. I've never had a girl do anything that fantastic to me before. It was incredible!" I enthuse. Okay, so I lied. She was well above average, but I've actually had better.

"Here, let me show you how beautiful you are," I say at last, turning her to face the mirror. I press myself up behind her, gently running my hands up and down the front of her shapely body, exploring every plane and curve. Holding girls this way is actually my favorite part of these encounters. I'm getting to watch myself running my hands all over the gorgeous body of a woman who wouldn't normally be caught dead with a man who looks like me. The look on her face makes it even better. Melinda thinks she's being held in the arms of the most desirable man she's ever met. Boy, does her mind ever deceive her!

Exactly how ugly am I? Where do I start? My head and face are somewhat misshapen and amazingly asymmetrical, I have a huge birthmark across my cheek and around my right eye that laser treatments have only partially fixed. My eyes are set way too close together on each side of my hooked nose and I'm in the advanced stages of male pattern baldness. Even with the excellent conditioning and diet that I subject my body to; I've got a flabby double chin.

On several occasion during the previous twenty-five years, I'd overheard women refer to me as "rat faced". I'd have to admit that "rat faced" is actually somewhat charitable. If I were to turn off the Charm right at this moment, Melinda would probably run from the room screaming, clothes forgotten in her haste.

At my prompting, Melinda lifts one foot up onto the bed to give me better access. I begin to gently explore her with my fingertips, on the outside first and then inside. She's very wet – they always are for me. Two fingers fit easily and I slide them in deeply, again and again. I note that Melinda is gasping with pleasure. I move my ring finger join it's two larger brothers and find that she's quite tight this way. Good, she'll be a nice fit for me.

"Oh God, Jim! That feels so good! You make me feel so sexy!"

"That's because you are sexy, Melinda," I say gallantly.

I can indeed tell that she's enjoying this. I'm willing her right to the edge of an orgasm, but not quite over the edge just yet. As she reaches this level of arousal, I can feel her surprise at the intensity of the sensation. I realize she's one of those unfortunate girls who are strictly non-orgasmic. Despite the dozens of guys she's been with, she's never had an orgasm. She's been good at faking it, though, borrowing heavily from the infamous Meg Ryan restaurant scene. While the guys probably appreciated that, it's left her less than satisfied.

That's going to change today. She's going to have a bunch of orgasms, and I'll see to it that she's able to have them with other guys in the future. But for the moment I'm keeping her poised right at the brink so she'll be ready for what's next.

At last I can feel my manhood rising back to attention between her thighs. I give her the mental okay for the next step.

"Oh God, Jim, I can't stand it any more. I've just got to have you inside me!"

Twist my arm, why don't you?

Keeping the camera angle in mind, I bend her over the bed and quickly roll on the condom that's conveniently sitting right there, unwrapped. Placing my reinvigorated manhood at her entrance, I push inside. I quickly bury myself to the hilt and Melinda cries out in pleasure.

Soon I'm thrusting hard and she's enthusiastically moving her hips to meet me. We move like we've done this together a hundred times. I finally give her the okay that she's been dying for and she explodes into her very first orgasm ever. It's massive. She's alternately screaming from the ecstasy and crying from the sheer unexpected pleasure of it all. She'd had no clue that anything could make her feel this good. This doesn't slow me down in the least, though, I thrust hard right through it.

As she comes down from her peak, I mentally nudge her into a position switch. I pull out and Melinda sits down on the edge of the bed, then lays back and wraps her legs around me as I enter her from a kneeling position. I bring my own padded leather footstool for just this purpose. I find that this position lets me plunge deep. With Melinda, this means that I hit bottom with about an inch left to go. This is common occurrence and it means that I'll have to be careful in certain positions this afternoon. I don't want to hurt her.

I'm wearing one of those new desensitizing condoms because I'm planning on thirty different positions for about two minutes apiece. Sometimes I go freeform, but today I'm testing my endurance with a regimented plan of action. At home, I've got a three ring binder with about two hundred different positions that I've grown to really like and I go through them on a rotating basis. Once a geek, always a geek! There are five sheets with six photos apiece taped to the wall above the headboard, illustrating today's agenda. Melinda won't notice them any more than she's noticing the camcorder.

I'm proud to say that each of the two hundred photos in my laminated library shows me with a different girl. They're all stills selected from my extensive videotape collection.

We're about a third of the way through the list when I decide that she deserves a really good orgasm. She's been in a very high state of arousal for about twenty minutes now and is really craving another one like the last.

She's lying on her side, curled up into a pike position with her behind hanging over the side of the bed while I kneel on the footstool and pound in and out of her unmercifully. If Melinda wasn't Charmed, I'd probably have to reach down and give her some manual stimulation to get her over the top. Instead, I take the easier route and mentally tickle her arousal center a little more. She explodes into an even bigger orgasm than before.

I have to specifically control her to keep her in position at this point; otherwise the overwhelming power of this one would have her bouncing off the bed. As it is, her vaginal muscles clamp down tight on me as I continue to stroke in and out.

At last I reach the end of the list. Melinda has really inspired me and at times I've let some positions go a bit long. We've been at it for nearly ninety minutes and the poor kid will probably walk with a limp tomorrow. She's on her back now and I've got her knees pressed down on either side of her chest while I rhythmically bump up against her cervix. Thankfully, she's quite flexible. I make a note to replace the redhead on the wall with a photo of Melinda in this position. This is one of my favorites when I'm with the kind of girl who can manage it.

I like to have physical as well as mental control, but I don't like to finish on the bed. I pull out and lead her over to the desk. Part of my pre-acquisition preparation is to clear off the top and pad the right edge for her with a couple of towels. Bending Melinda over the desk, I slide right back in and she squeals in delight. With the way she's feeling at the moment, every second I'm not inside her feels like an eternity. I begin to pound away with the sole aim of getting myself off. After holding myself back so long, this is going to feel great!




A Meeting of Minds



Two creamy white cum shots begin sliding down the side of my boot. My husband and I look at them as they make their way down the sparkling black leather leaving a filmy track in their wake. My fingers gently caress my clit, the sight of the boots and the cum and the events leading up to it have me on edge.

"How many is that, my love."

"Seven, my queen."

"Go ahead, clean it up."

"Thank you my love."

Having cum to my command it was now time to clean up his mess. I'd rub myself to an orgasm watching him submissively lick up his spend and recall where the story began.

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It was a crisp winter morning last October with frost on the ground. It was my first chance to wear my favorite, warm and toasty, well worn black knee-high boots with a pair of black opaque ribbed tights. I knew the tights would keep me warm and give my legs a gentle hug all day long. My boots are like an old friend, comfortable and dependable and look great with everything. That day, I wore a black and white argyle twinset and a knee length black pleated skirt, just the right combination of professional and sassy. 

My favorite parts of fall and winter is that it gives me the opportunity to wear boots and tights more often -- sometimes every day when the weather gets cold. I wouldn't consider myself a boot fetishist by any means. Most of what I wear is the type of stuff one can find in any nice department store. That said, I've always enjoyed the way a boot feels on my leg and I have more than a dozen pair that I wear often for their different colors and styles.

My interest in tights is also not so much fetish or fashion as comfort. I like the way they keep my legs warm on a cold day. I enjoy the feel of the fabric and the way it grips my calves and thighs. I mostly stick to the normal colors blacks, browns, blues and greys but every now and then it's fun to spice up an outfit with a flashy color or interesting patterns.

Those who have read my previous stories might recall that my husband has a huge foot fetish and this 'interest' and my willingness to cater to it, is what resulted in the female led marriage that the two of us enjoy. I'm sure that my natural preferences and his ardent encouragement have played a big role in why I enjoy boots and tights so much, but the fact is I enjoyed these before I met him and the feedback from his attention has simply taken my, or maybe I should say our, enthusiasm to an even higher level.

One type of boot I had never had was an over the knee boot. I've always thought the look was incredibly sexy, but something I had always thought was a little, well, trashy for everyday wear. Last winter, over the knee boots became fashionably trendy, usually worn with jeans or leggings. A department store in town ran an ad in the newspaper showing a number of styles they had in stock and on sale. That ad planted a seed.

That night over dinner I mentioned the idea of getting a pair of over the knee boots to my husband and not surprisingly he was pretty keen on the notion. That night as we were romancing together on the sofa I teased him that he didn't really care what I looked like in them, he just wanted me to dominate him while I wore them.

Whispering in his ear I said, "You just want to be ordered to kneel before me while I wear my brand new shiny black leather boots. I'll be standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a garter belt, seamed black stockings, and my sexy over the knee boots. I know you'll want to kneel before your mistress and beg to kiss my new boots, won't you?"

"Yes," he replied, picking up on the little mental role play I was beginning, "I would want to kiss them while kneeling before you."

"So you'd be kneeling on the floor in front of me and maybe I will blindfold you so you won't be able to look at them. That will heighten your sense of awareness. You'll be able to hear the creaking of the smooth shiny leather as I move around you. You'll inhale the musky scent of my arousal mixed with the erotic aroma of new leather and I'm sure you'll be getting hard, won't you?

"Yes my love. Your scent and the smell of your new boots would make me hard."

"Well we wouldn't want an accident would we? I'd probably need to lock you into your gates of hell chastity device first wouldn't I? You would probably want to ask me for that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes my queen. Would you lock me into the device and then allow me to serve you in your new boots."

"That's what I like to hear. I like to hear you get all submissive for me. Would you beg to kiss them? Would you beg to kiss my boots?"

"Yes my queen. Please. Please may I kiss your shiny new over the knee boots. They are so sexy on you. You look so beautiful in them. May I please kiss them all over?"

"You want to worship my boots? Is that what you want? Ask me again."

"Please mistress. Please let me worship your new boots. I want to kiss every inch of them. I want to worship you and kiss your boots."

"I'd grant you permission and then I'd go sit down in my nice comfy chair and put my shiny booted legs up on the ottoman. Then I'd make you crawl over. Still blindfolded. Still with your raging hard cock trapped inside your chastity. Then I'd make you kiss them gently. Gently from the toe, up to the ankle, then up the shin. I'd make you give a kiss at the very, very top part way up my thigh. Up there you will be able to really smell my arousal. You'll be able to smell the new leather, the smell of my nylons and the smell of me. I'll make you run your tongue all the way around the top of my boots and tell you take all of those sensual smells inside of you. Fill yourself with the scent of my passion."

"Then I'll tell you to go back down and kiss my feet some more. I'll order you to suck my heel. I'll tell you to keep licking and sucking my boot and heel. Do you know what I'll be doing while you submit yourself to me? Do you know?"

"No ma'am. What will you do?"

"I'll be rubbing my hands all over my breasts and nipples making them hard and pointy. I'll be slipping my long middle finger deep inside my slippery wet slot. I'll be rubbing it up and down my clit while I watch you grovel at my feet. While I watch you submit to me. I'm sure I'll give myself a great big orgasm long before you even get done worshiping both boots."

"Will I be allowed to pleasure you my love? Will I be allowed to make you cum?"

"No sweetie. There would be no need, you see. Your submission will be all I need to get me off. Besides if I let you please me then you'd probably want to cum on my brand new boots and we couldn't have that could we? You'd want to earn that privilege wouldn't you?"

"Yes. Of course. I'd want to earn the chance to cum on your sexy, shiny new boots."

"That's right. You'd want to submit to me in a really special way wouldn't you. Then afterwards you'd lick your cum right off those boots wouldn't you?"

"Yes my queen. Yes I would. If you asked it of me I would do it. Lick my cum off your boots that is."

The talk was getting me super hot, so without a word I broke out of character, grabbed my husband by the hand and led him upstairs where we had our way with each other for several rounds. All of this just from talking about the boots, let alone actually owning them or wearing them.

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The next day I couldn't get our sexy little verbal scene out of my head. I had always known that the brain is the most powerful of all sex organs. We had incorporated some sexy talk in the past and done a little phone sex when he traveled. We had also employed a certain amount of sex chatter as part of our play, but that was as we were actually doing it. This was much different. It had a much different energy, almost a taboo to be speaking our secrets aloud.

It was very intimate. We were conducting a scene together in our minds. Building it step by step. We were creating and sharing a joint fantasy. There were no props. We weren't really doing anything physical other than cuddling close together and maybe caressing each other a bit. It was surprisingly intense, all the more because of the possibility that we might really act it out some time.

As I thought about it I decided to press our game forward a little more, still in the realm of talk, to see how far he might be willing to go with our little scene. I plotted out another round of details and within a few days an opportunity arose to put them into action.

"I'd like to talk some more about the boots I was thinking of getting. Would you mind coming upstairs so we can discuss it?"

He knew immediately what I was talking about and with a sly smile and a nod he rose from his chair and silently followed me up to the bedroom. 

"Please strip down to your panties," I said "You are wearing panties today aren't you?" 

One of the little 'rules' in our female led marriage is that my husband is rationed out three orgasms a month to be given at my discretion. A further 'rule' is that if he wishes to get an orgasm on any individual day he has to have been wearing panties that day. As a result, since he never knows when I might be in the mood to let him cum, he will wear panties more days than not and almost always on the weekend. 

He quickly stripped down and today he was wearing a pair of gray high cut briefs (Body by Victoria to be specific). His aroused and unrestrained cock was already tenting the front in a very noticeable way.

"Now I need you to trust me sweetie. I would like you to sit up on the center of the bed and let me cuff your hands behind your back. Then I want you to lay your head back on the pillows I've propped up for you. Is that ok? I know we don't use restraint much, but I think you'll like what happens next and I want you to just respond and enjoy the action without wanting to use your hands, Ok?"

He went along with my plans whereupon I disappeared into the bathroom to strip out of my clothes and put on a pair of black stockings and garters and a pair of black nylon elbow length gloves. I added a heavy coat of cock-sucking red lipstick and gloss and then returned to my waiting husband.

"I'd like to talk some more about the over the knee boots I want. Don't you think they would look really good with this outfit."

"Yes. Yes of course they would. I thought you were going to buy some?"

"Ohh I want to. But I know you'd like to come with me to try them on wouldn't you? You'd love to spend a day helping me try on boots wouldn't you?"

His stiffening cock told me the answer as it peeped out of the top of his panties, "Of course I would," he said.

"And I'm sure you want to earn the opportunity to cum on those boots don't you?"

"Yes my love. I would like to earn that opportunity."

"Good. I thought you might," I said as I stroked his cock gently with one of my satiny nylon hands while I removed his panties with the other. "Now I'm going to put this blindfold on you and I'll explain what I have in mind for how you earn your reward."

With that I let go of his cock and put on his blindfold. Satisfied he could see nothing, I then climbed up on the bed and straddled myself over his cock. 

"Focus on my voice my love, we'll start in just a minute" I said. I then gently and slowly lowered myself down upon him until, with a few wiggles and starts, I had him buried full length inside of me. 

Then, without him knowing it, I pulled a blindfold down over my own eyes. So there we were, him naked and me dressed as his sexy dominatrix, joined together but not moving, both blindfolded in the center of the bed. Situated and with heightened senses, I began my little scenario.

"This weekend we're going to go shopping for the boots and you are going to be my little shoe boy helping me to try on every boot in the store. Do you like that idea? Does that make you happy?"

"Yes my love. I'd be happy to help you try on boots."

"We'll start at the open rack stores and I'm going to try on lots and lots. You're going to have to be very sweet and helpful. I'll want you to give my foot a little rub before you put on each one. I might even make you give my foot a kiss before each one. Could you handle that? Could you kiss my foot inside a shoe store?"

"I don't know my love. It would be a little embarrassing. I suppose if it pleased you and I could do it discretely I would do it."

"But you like the idea don't you? You like serving my feet? I can feel how hard you are inside of me at the idea of serving me in public. Don't cum. Be sure you don't cum."

"Yes my queen. The idea makes me hard. I love serving you. I love serving your feet. I won't cum. I'll tell you if I feel close."

Hearing him submit to me in our little private fantasy was making my juices flow. I could feel the wetness and hear the squishing sound of his cock inside of me as I gently rocked back and forth on him teasing both of us.

"After we finished at the open rack stores we'd need to visit the department stores too. Do you think you could handle watching someone else take care of my feet? Holding them in their hands and caressing my arches. Could you handle that?

"Yes my love. I could handle that."

"Would you get hard? I'd probably need to put you in you in the device so you wouldn't get too worked up. Would you like walking around the mall and being my footboy and not be able to get hard? Would you do that for a chance to kiss my new boots? To suck the heel and maybe, just maybe get a chance to cum on them?

"Yes my love."

"Ask for it."

"Please my queen. Please put me in my chastity device and let me be your shoe boy at the mall."

"My feet control you don't they. I control you."

"Yes my love."

"You like it when I control you with my feet? You like to submit to me don't you?"

"Yes my love."

"Tell me."

"I love it when you control me with your feet. I like when you use your feet to make me do things for you...to please you. I like to submit to your feet. I love it when you make me serve you, serve your feet. You control me. I love it my love....oooohhh please stop rocking, I'm close. You're going to make me cum."

Hearing that I immediately lifted up off of him not wanting to let him cum just yet, but I knew why he was getting close because I was very close to an orgasm myself. I had been rubbing my breasts and gently rocking back and forth as we shared our fantasy and I'm sure despite all the wetness my vulva was starting to convulse and massage his shaft bringing both of us right to the edge.

I kneeled back and suggested a short rest. After a bit, a couple of quick rubs brought him back to hardness. I positioned myself as before and began again.

"At the department store, I'm sure I'll find a really sexy pair. They will be very shiny and black with a sexy four inch heel. They will surely be the most expensive ones but you'll buy them for me won't you.

"Yes my love. I'll want you to have them.

"Good. We'll buy them and then I'll insist on wearing them out of the store. After that we'll strut around the mall looking in every store with me wearing my super sexy over the knee boots and you all locked up inside your little cage. Will you like that? Will you follow me all around the mall like a lost puppy, carrying my bags and watching all the men lay eyes on your hot lady."

"Yes. I would do that for you.

Once again I could feel the wetness and hear the squishing sound of his cock inside of me as I gently rocked back and forth on him teasing both of us.

"Eventually those high heels and new boots are going to make my feet tired. I'd probably want to sit down and have you rub my tired feet a little. Would you do that for me would you sit down next to me on the other end of the bench and agree to my request? 

"Mmm, maybe. I guess. Yes. I'd do it.

"I'd start by putting one foot up on your lap and then I'd order you to carefully take-off my boot and begin to massage my toes, heel and soles. Could you do that? Sitting there with my feet in your lap and smell of new leather wafting up to you? You would be so hard wouldn't you? Submitting to me like that.

"Yes my love. I'd be very hard for you. 

"Then I'd say, a good foot slave would kneel in front of me, rather than sit next to me. I bet that would make you turn red. Would you kneel for me? Would you kneel for your boot wearing queen."

"I'd be so embarrassed my love. Please. Please don't make me."

"Oh you'd do it. I know you would. I'd encourage you. I'd tell you the only way you'll get to cum on these boots is to do it. To kneel before me in the mall and rub my feet. No doubt a few passers-by will gawk at the display, but you'd love it wouldn't you. Tell me you'd love it."

"Yes my queen. I would love it. I'd love to serve your feet in the mall. 

"I bet there would be a few twitters of laughter as you did it. But you'd keep going wouldn't you. You'd keep going until I said to stop. You'd love the submission, submitting to me. Submitting to my boots. 

"Yes my love....ohh I'm so close, please.

"What if I ordered you to kiss them. To kiss my boots right there in the mall would you do it. Would you submit to my boots with a kiss. Would you give your queen that gift? You know you want to kiss them don't you. You know you want to please me by submitting to me here in the middle of this mall."

"Why don't you go ahead and do it. Just a little kiss on each of my toes. Ten little kisses to show me what a good foot boy you are."

"Come on now. You know I will sit here until you do it. You know you want to do it. Go ahead and kiss them. Kiss my toes. Kiss each one."

"Its time sweetie. Its time for you to give in to your desire and mine and kiss my toes. I want it and more importantly I know you want it. Time to give in to your desire. Kiss my toes. Submit to them. Submit to my toes. Submit to my feet. Kiss them right now in front of everyone. Submit to your pretty wife. Submit to my toes right here."

"Ohhh, Yes. Yes my queen"

With that submission, real or imagined, we both began to cum and it was amazing. Blindfolded, in the middle of our bed, no one around, hardly even moving we both shuddered and moaned our way through an amazingly intense orgasm. 

I usually scream out when I cum but this was different. It was very deep and very intense my body shuddered and shook and I moaned my way though. I could feel each spurt of his cock. Hot firey spurts that went deep, deep inside of me. 

When we finally calmed down we cuddled, caressed and touched for hours. It was such a deeply shared personal experience. His submission, my reaction to his submission. We both knew it wasn't 'real' but at the same time, it felt real. We made it feel real and we both knew the intensity was real.

* * * *

The following weekend we did go to the mall and we did try on boots. I wore a casual gray cowl neck dress and black opaque tights with a simple pair of flat shoes as we made our way around the mall. He did help me try on boots in the open rack stores and we did end up buying a pair at a department store that fit perfectly and felt fantastic.

As we made our way along there was a lot of sexual energy. We both fully remembered our little scenario and for him particularly, he had no idea if I'd ask him to do any of the things we had mentioned. I knew that I didn't have the nerve to do most of it, but he didn't know that. That little bit of mental control was thrilling to me and added to the sexual frission between us.

Unlike the fantasy, I didn't wear the boots out of the store although we exchanged very sexy knowing looks as the clerk boxed them up. We did shop awhile more though and then eventually I did sit down on a bench with a sexy leering grin.

"You know what I want don't you"

"Yes."

"Will you do it?"

"If you ask it, I will try to do it."

"Are you already hard for me?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?

"Yes, my queen."




A Meeting of Minds



"Ok. Then I want you to do something for me. Help me put the boots on as we sit here, then it will be time to walk back to the car and go home.

He proceeded to do as I asked. It was perhaps a little unusual and any passerby that walked by and chanced to notice that we were holding each others gaze with a little more intensity than was probably really necessary for such a mundane task. The sexual tension in that action was intense and we both felt it.

With hardly a further word, we hurried home. Although it was completely unnecessary, I ordered him up to the bedroom and told him to strip down to his panties and kneel on the floor in front of me. While he did that I positioned my ass on the edge of the bed and dangled my booted legs over his shoulders. I heightened the tension by ordering him to sniff my drenched panties and made him beg for permission to remove them and eat me to several orgasms. 

By the time I let him eat me, I was ready to explode and I knew I wouldn't last long. No sooner did his lips brush across my aroused clit then my body began to quake and tingle. I held his head firmly in place and ground my already engorged clit against his face, lips and nose selfishly seeking more pleasure. Minutes later with his tongue buried in the moist folds of my labia and his nose pressed firmly against my clit I reached orgasm. It felt like I was soaring and I screamed out as my juices began flowing freely and the scent of my arousal began to fill the room.

I knew what he wanted next and as much as I might have wanted to delay it, I knew I would give it to him.

"Do you want to cum on my boots my love."

"Yes. Please. Please may I come on your boots.

"You may. Please moisten your hand with my juices and then masturbate yourself. Let me know when you are close"

Without waiting, he did as he was told and quickly began pulling on his cock. I loved watching him stare wantonly at my tall, sexy, shiny black over the knee boots as he pulled on his steel hard rod. I started diddling myself as he did this, tasting my own juices and quickly rising back to my own state of high arousal.

After just a short while he said, "I'm close. Please may I cum. Please may I cum on your boots"

"Yes my love. Cum on them. Cum hard right now.

I never get tired of ordering my husband to cum and I never get tired of watching his expression as he submits to me in such a desperate and loving manner. His cum flew from his tip in several spurts mostly landing on the front of them.

We both knew what was next and so I ordered it. There are few things more gratifying than watching a man lick his cum off your sexy brand new boots. 

Postscript

All of those things happened about seven months ago and much has changed since then. 

Now, every time we go to the mall we're both a little bit on pins and needles remembering our little mental game and the joy it gave us. Both of us remember our reaction and I'm sure we both secretly hope that one day we might do what we imagined that night.

Even if we don't do it. Even if we never do it. Knowing that we are both aroused by my control will light the fire within both of us just the same. The urge to dominate him will begin to kindle inside of me. We both get aroused by the anticipation, the possibility that today might be the day. That's the type of mental domination that is deeply, deeply arousing to both of us and adds to our relationship every day.

The other thing that has changed is that we are now expecting. Based on the calendar, it almost surely happened one of the two nights where we made love fantasizing about the boots. I feel in my heart it happened the second time because I still so vividly remember how wonderful that orgasm was and how deeply it shook me.

We take things day by day and soon our lives will change again. I'm sure it will be wonderful. In the meantime, my loving husband has been taking very good care of his wife and I have rewarded him, once per month, with the opportunity to polish my boots in his own special way.



A Meeting Of Minds, I Think.



It was in the early 60s, I was in the army, posted to Tewksbury, A nice little town, a good selection of public houses, (drinking establishments) to our non British readers, friendly people, and, a fine selection of available young women, many of whom I had sampled.

There were two regiments posted there, each having its favourite pub. i.e. publiic house.

On this particulate evening I had been invited to a birthday bash at the other pub.

Having partaken of a few libations at my regular pub first, I wandered across to the other pub and bought myself a pint, and, as it was very busy I stood back against a wall.

My eyes wandered around to see who was in, and I noticed this older "lady" sat at the bar, shortish hair and from the amount I could see of her, dressed in what I would call old folks clothing.

I was only glancing around but as I raised my eyes she was looking at me and made eye contact, she was I guess 60+ and gave me a wink, it was a strange feeling, like goosebumps, and a chill ran down my spine, I smiled back, then continued my looking around.

The time was about 30mins. before closing time and the friends of the birthday boy got him up on a table demanding a song, and all eyes in the room were upon him, as every one crowded to that end of the room.

I felt a hand on my upper thigh groping towards my cock, and, as I looked down it gripped my cock.

Expecting it to be one of a couple of gay men who drank there it was a shock in a way to see it was the old lady, she was aboat 5.1" to my 6.1" and she was gazing up at me with a real twinkle in her eyes and a finger to her lips telling me to be quiet.

It was a magical moment and I was instantly erect as she kneaded my manhood gently, but quite firmly, in an erotic, sensual way.

She reached up to pull my head lower to her and whispered to me to follow her out, she unhanded me and slithered through the crowd to the door.

Finding it a bit less easy myself, it took me a little longer, and when I stepped outside I could not see her, and was just turning back when she moved out of the shadows into sight, waving to me follow, and set off up the street. 

I caught up as she stepped through a gateway into a field, a few yards further she stopped by a fence and turned to me, both her hands went to my belt and in a flash my jeans were round my ankles, and she was stooped over with her dentures in one hand, my cock in her mouth, and the other hand on my arse cheek pulling me into her, oooooh,,, all the way in and going like there was no tomorow.

She suddenly stopped and pulled away, leaving my rampant cock to feel the cool evening air on it, I felt let down as I had been building towards a climax.

Putting her dentures in her pocket as she stood up , she started to open her coat, and I was amazed when she opened it wide, beneath her long black coat she wore nothing but a garter belt and stockings, very small breasts, slim body, and a small bush of hair at her pubes.

Lifting her left foot to the bottom fence rail she took my hand to her vagina, it was then I realised what was happening, and, who I was with, I must have been in a trance, what was I doing here with an old woman when I had a choice of young ones half a mile away.

Then my fingers were inside her and she felt lovely and warm and tight, tighter in fact than the 20yrs. old I had been with the night before.

They say a standing dick has no concience, it is true, she smelled good and by golly she was doing me good, I had to be into her, so I laid on my back and she mounted me, bliss, it does not come any better than this, the tightness of her vagina had to be felt to be believed, and the gyrating, oh my god it only took a couple of minutes before I unloaded into her as her vagina spasmed around me and I was soaked, her eyes were glinting in the moonlight, then she was bent to me kissing me and telling me how good it had been for her, the licking and kissing around my ears and neck was rousing me, I was still inside her, and still semi-hard.

It had been so quick, (and I had no premature ejaculation worries), so it was quite a surprise to me.

I nipped a nipple with one hand as I felt for her clitoris with the other.

It was like a switch, off she went again like a dervish, and telling me to let her know when I was getting near as she wanted this load to drink.

This "lady" was all woman, I tried to roll us over but she would not have it and continued to ride me into the ground until she felt I was getting close, she hopped off me, spun round, and engufed me in that toothless mouth again, whilst squatting her sopping vagina onto my mouth, she smelled even better, and we continued this 69 to completion with both of us bucking and squealing then collapsing to get our breath back.

Whew,,, what a shag that was she said, as I was thinking the same.

That was unbelievable I told her.

She asked, how do I compare with them young ones I see you with, (and until tonight I had never knowingly seen her before).

The best fuck I have ever had I told her.

I will be here at the same time tomorow she said, depending on the weather, but the forecast is good.

Sounding better all the time I told her as I dressed, not fancying the four mile walk back to camp,

Many a fine tune played on an old fiddle they always told me, now I understood.

Part two is also in the pipeline should this story ever be allowed onto this site.