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Just The Beginning

By: SexySecretary



Gareth unlocked the door of the hotel room. He couldn't wait to get Jessica, his bride of a couple of hours, into bed.

People passing them in the hall smiled at them indulgently. Gareth was still in his rented tuxedo, the white rose boutonnière still in his buttonhole.

Jessica was still in her wedding gown -- designer Valentino. It was off the shoulder, the bodice conforming to her reed-thin figure. The skirt flowed into a cathedral train, and the veil was made of imported Belgian lace. It frosted over her raven-black curls. 

Gareth swept Jessica into his arms and carried her over the threshold. He wanted it to be perfect for his virgin bride.

Inside, he kicked the door closed. Jessica then jumped on him, tearing the tux from his athletic body.

"Jess! What are you doing?"

"What I've wanted to do for the past six months. Getting you out of these clothes and then I'm going to fuck you silly."

"Oh, God, baby," was all Gareth said, as she yanked down his trousers and underwear and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked it deeply in her mouth and gazed up at him hungrily through her thickly-lashed violet eyes.

Gareth tore off her veil and tossed it aside and buried his hands in her dark hair, fucking her face with his cock.

Roughly, he pulled her up before he could spew his load in her throat and ripped her gown off her body. She stood before him in her slip, white stockings, and heels.

He rid her body of the slip and saw the white garter belt holding up her stockings and then eased off her panties and she took off her heels and bra. She reached for the fastening on the garter belt.

"No," Gareth said. "Leave it on."

Jessica smiled and let Gareth lead her to the bed. He smiled as he eased her down onto her back. 

"I'll go as slow as I can, baby. I know this is your first time."

"Fuck me, Gareth. For six months I've been waiting for you to fuck me."

Gareth slid his fingers into her wet cunt. She moaned. 

"Oh, God, Jess. You're so tight and wet. And so hot."

"Finger fuck me, Gareth!"

Gareth thrust three fingers into her tight cunt, fucking them in and out of her with speed and force. 

"OH, GOD! I'm going to cum!" Jessica cried, and sweet pussy juice flowed from her cunt and coated Gareth's fingers. He lifted them to his mouth and licked them slowly.

Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He licked and sucked her pussy with maddening slowness, driving her to another orgasm. But he couldn't wait much longer. His cock was straining for release into her hot, tight pussy.

Gareth moved over Jessica and guided his cock to her cunt. "This is going to hurt, Jess, and for that, I'm sorry."

He thrust his steel-hard cock into her virgin cunt and popped her cherry with that one thrust. Jessica cried out in pain, then began to smile as the pain receded. 

"It feels good now, Gareth. Fuck me!"

That was all Gareth needed to hear. He began pounding his cock into her as hard as he could.

Jessica was screaming her pleasure as she clung to him. 

"How does it feel, Jess?" he gasped out.

"OH, GOD, GARETH!!! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!"

"OH, YES, BABY!! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!! i LOVE YOUR FUCKING TIGHT CUNT!!!"

Jessica began gushing pussy juice all over Gareth's cock as he continued fucking her. 

"Oh, God!! I'm cumming, Jess! Cumming in your fucking tight pussy! Here it fucking comes, baby! CUUUUMMMMMMMMMING!!"

Gareth fucked his cock into Jessica's cunt one more time as he began shooting his cum deep into her sweet pussy. His cock jerked as he shot her full of his baby juice.

His softening cock slid out of his satiated bride as she laid there with a smile on her face.

"How was your first fuck, Jess?" Gareth asked, kissing her. 

"Wonderful, darling. Fuck me again."

Those words were enough to make Gareth hard again, and without a word, he plunged his cock into his wife's hot pussy.

Just the Beginning



It started out as a half-hearted mission. There was something missing in my life but I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. I posted a Personal Ad, trying to describe what I was looking for. Little did I realize I would get exactly what I needed and way more than I expected!

I received hundreds of replies. The nude picture I had attached to my ad drew more attention than I wanted. After 5 days, and reading so many replies from guys that scared me, I removed the photo. Still, replies poured in. Even though I outlined specific criteria, not a single response caught my eye. Until…

By this time, the responses had dulled me and I thought the possibility of finding what I was looking for was slim to none (obviously, patience not being one of my virtues). I decided to terminate the ad and just resign myself to the fact that my much needed sexual relief would still have to come from Pinkie, my overworked vibrator.

As I signed in, ready to delete the ad, I got one more response. "What the hell," I thought, "might as well read this one."

There was nothing special about his e-mail. In fact, it was very ordinary. Maybe that's what caught my eye. That or the sincerity of the note. In any case, I replied to his response.

"Bob, 

So many men have responded. 99.9% creepy and apparently can not read. You are the only one that seems to meet all the requirements set forth in my notice. I am trying to shut down my ad because many of the responses, quite frankly, are frightening. 

Are you really what you seem?" 

A rather curt, bitchy response, I know. Much to my surprise, he replied back.

"Ms. Impossible, 

Every thing I've written is true. I am no impostor. I am very serious about this. I'm a gentleman and have respect for other's lives and I have no agenda to hurt anyone. I'm no slob nor am I a disgusting fool. I am an intelligent, mature, responsible, passionate and fun person. I am looking for passion, attention, romance, excitement and sex. 

My desires are to find a discrete long term relationship with an attractive women of my age. I would expect to develop mutual confidence in our discretion. I am very passionate and fun to be with. I love to kiss deeply and cuddle. I am quite romantic and love to play all day." 

It seemed too good to be true. I had met a few fellas from the Internet before and they all turned out not to be who they said they were. Still not expecting much, I asked for a photo.

We exchanged pics; I sent him the nude I had posted with the ad previously and he sent one of himself. I was pleasantly surprised! The first thing I noticed was his smile. He had deep smile lines, strong even teeth, and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. His face was very handsome; he sported a full head of grey/light brown hair, and his eyes had warmth and depth.

Hmmm. Now my interest was piqued. We exchanged a couple more e-mails and discovered we had many things in common. Both of use are outdoors people, adventurous, happy, outgoing, intelligent, had settled lives, and very active sex drives. After a couple of days, we began to chat on Instant Messenger. The more we communicated, the more excited I became. Could this really be true? Could he be all he seemed?

I couldn't stand it any more. I had to find out if he was for real. We decided to meet, barely a week after he first responded to my ad.

The day came for our first meeting and I was very nervous. Still hardly believing there was even a chance he would be for real, but desperately hoping it was so, I dressed carefully with pink satin thong panties, no bra, a tan blouse and colored, snug jeans. 

I arrived at the bar early (not too eager, was I?). I ordered a glass of beer and looked around. I eyed every man that entered the bar wondering; was that him? After about 10 minutes of that nonsense, I ordered another beer to replace the one I just finished. My attention was drawn to the TV and the election results discussion the commentator was reporting on. 

I did not notice when he walked in. I did not notice him pause several feet behind me, grin, and move on to the men's room. I did not hear him, minutes later, walk up behind me. What I did notice was his hands reaching behind me, covering my eyes and him asking, "Guess who?"

"Hey!" I blurted out as I moved back, right into his arms, as he'd planned. I swiveled around as he moved into me and our lips brushed together. He moved back and I took a good look at him. My eyes drank in the vision. 

He was the perfect height! Taller than me, his body was lean and long. A fit man, not a body builder type, but an active, middle aged man that takes care of himself. I could not keep my eyes off him. He was so very handsome. The grin on his face, stretching from ear to ear and electrifying his eyes, told me he was as pleased by my appearance as I was by his. I realized my face must have looked the same; a silly, non-stop, face-splitting grin. It was then I came to my senses, blushed deeply, and shifted my attention to my beer. There I was, at my age, staring rudely at this fella and acting like a silly school girl! He chuckled deeply and grabbed my hand. He was very tickled by my reaction; pleased he was having the same effect on me I was having on him.

We both started laughing and it was at that instant I knew This was It. My Impossible Find. Oh, we were both nervous, both fidgeting and the conversation was halting at times. But on a deeper level, we both knew the words were just superficial. What was happening to us was incredible and unbelievable. To this day, I have no idea what we discussed that afternoon. What mattered was the connection we had made and the strength of that bond.

After just a couple of beers, we both knew we had to get out of there. Our nervous energy and sexual attraction was so intense, we had to get somewhere private. I had noticed his arousal after just minutes of meeting and I was just as turned on. We got into his parked SUV. His cell phone was beeping, indicating he had a phone message. He checked who it was and told me he had to return this call. I sat back and waited. I was nervous and very turned on. Suddenly, he put the phone down and said, "What am I doing? Get over here!"

I moved into his arms and he held me for a second. I can not describe the feeling I had when we held each other for the first time. All I can say is it felt like I had come home. He turned my face up and what happened next is something I'll remember for the rest of my life.

We kissed.

Not just kissed. Something more. Much more. When our lips touched, there was a magic there. I am not a young, inexperienced girl; my teenage years are far behind me. But the way he made me feel when we kissed can be equated to those magical years. It was as if our lips were not our own. Or, more accurately, it felt as if his lips were mine and mine were his. The kiss was warm and very sexy. His lips melted right into mine. I have never experienced a kiss like that before. The kiss went on and on, feeling like it lasted only a minute and went on for hours, all at the same time. 

We stopped when we heard people getting into the car parked next to us. The magic ended, we broke apart and looked deeply into each other's eyes, then burst out laughing. I can't tell you why. I think we were laughing in amazement and joy. I don't know why it just struck us both as a funny moment. In any case, I leaned back into him and felt the laughter rumble deep in his chest. We cuddled for a moment, then kissed again. This time, we kept eye contact. The kiss was intense and there was no doubt in either of our minds that This WAS It.

I would have loved to sit there in the parking lot for hours, just being lost in his arms and getting carried away by his kisses, but the beers had gone right through me and I had to pee. How romantic! He just laughed and admitted he had to go, too. He found a quiet public park and we took a little walk. The public bathrooms were closed this time of year, so we went behind the building to relieve ourselves. He let me go on one side and he took the other; we could talk but not see each other. The beers made me feel warm and I was frisky. I called him over, with my pants down, to show him my panties. As I flashed first my front, then my thong split cheeks, his eyes widened. I laughed and told him to get back on his side and pee. He laughed and went about his business.

When we returned to his truck, he told me to crawl into the back seat. I do so love a man that takes control! I obeyed. He reached into the back and pulled out a pillow. He put the pillow by one door and pushed me gently down, head on the pillow. Laying partially on top of me, we kissed again. This time, I could feel the heat of his erection against my body, through my clothes. He kissed me just as deeply, with just as much feeling, our mouth, lips, and tongue melting together. He moved his hands to my breasts and felt them through my blouse. As he kissed, he unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling his head back, deeply looking into my eyes, he exposed my chest. He broke eye contact and looked at me. He smiled and looked back into my eyes. The grin on his face matched mine. He dipped his head down and suckled my tits. I was so horny, so turned on by his looks, by his smell, by his obvious arousal, I almost came right then and there. He was in full command of my body and we both knew it. I would and could deny him nothing. 

I was completely unaware as he unzipped my pants and removed my jeans. He mumbled appreciative comments as he looked at, touched and admired my body. He nuzzled his face in my crotch and I could not help but move into him. I ached for his touch. I ached for release. He sensed this and slid my thongs aside. With a grunt of passion, he forced my legs apart and licked me. I groaned and shifted into him, to give him better access. He was my master and I was eager to please him. After tasting my sweetness, he pulled my panties off and got down to business. I can not recall how many times he made me cum. I have visions of him holding my legs spread with his arms on my inside thighs as his fingers had my pussy lips spread wide to expose my sensitive clit. I have never had my pussy so expertly worked before. He instinctively knew exactly how to touch me and where. When to be hard and intense, when to be soft and slow. I remember holding onto the back of the front bucket seat with one hand and the back of the bench seat I was laying on with the other. I felt as if I was floating, carried away on wave after wave of orgasm.

After a while I could take no more. I begged him to stop. I had to catch my breath, my pussy swollen with desire and sensitive from all the attention. He stopped and grinned at me, my juices all over his face. His grin that of a school boy who had just discovered sex. He released me, proud to have successfully controlled and satisfied me. I got dressed slowly, looking him in the eye. I wiggled back into his arms and we kissed again. This time, added to the flavor of our kiss was the scent and taste of my pussy. A wonderful, sweet combination.

As I came fully back to my senses, we realized it was time for us to go. We talked and chatted and remarked on the incredible connection we had made. Finally, I insisted it was time to go. We were sitting in the back seat, he was holding me in his arms. I pulled myself away from him as I got ready to leave.

"Get over here, Girl!" he insisted. While I was moving away, he had settled back. Now he was laying completely on his back, arms opened and beckoning. How could I resist? I quickly melted into his arms again. He pulled me in close and kissed me with passion and feeling. Again, time dissolved and all I was aware of was floating in the heaven he offered. After the timeless kiss ended, I shook my head and whispered, "I have to GO!"

He let me pull away, regretfully. When he brought me back to my car, we kissed again, this time briefly but with no less feeling, both knowing we had to go, both wanting this magical afternoon to never end.

And end it did, but we both drove off, knowing this was just the beginning.



Just the Beginning



Yet again, the train ride had taken forever. Really, the trip out to the city doesn't take that long, but my mind was a million miles away, fantasizing about what would happen once Aaron picked me up from the station. I should have tried to clear my mind, we had only been on a couple dates so far and I didn't want to show up all hot and bothered.

I exited the turnstile and walked out into the station lobby; there was Aaron, looking dashing as ever. He was dressed nicely and hugged me in greeting, I tried not to think about the sexy body under his clothes. Why did he have to send me pictures of himself? Aaron's hands slowly made their way down to rest on my hips as he ended the hug. 

With his arm around me, we left the station and headed for his house. Aaron's housemates were away for a few days and he had invited me over to have dinner with him. Together we cooked a lovely meal and talked as we ate. For a while I forgot how aroused I had been on the train. After dinner we decided to watch a movie and snuggle up on the couch. I leaned my head on his shoulder and his strong hand encircled my own as we watched. 

Eventually I shifted and rested my head on his stomach. The movie became less and less interesting as Aaron ran his hand up and down my side, over my hips and butt. I could feel him trace the seam of my panty leg under my skirt. I rubbed my hand on the inside of his thigh, watching a slight movement occur inside his jeans. We were definitely not going finish the film. I sat up and Aaron brought his lips to mine. He moved his hands under my top and pulled my body closer. We stayed that way for quite some time, holding each other tightly, the passion building as we kissed.

I stood up next to the couch and Aaron followed. I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Pulling them down I could see his cock straining beneath his boxers. Aaron removed his shirt and then turned his attention to me. He quickly pulled off my top and gave my skirt a push toward the floor. I started to pick up my clothes to get them out of the way.

"Leave it," he said with a smile. I wasn't about to argue. I gave him a nudge back toward the couch and he sat down. Now clad only in a bra and panties, I settled myself in his lap, straddling his legs. I kissed him hard, running my hands over his chest. Aaron wasted no time exploring my body with hands, rubbing my legs and back. With surprising expertise he undid my bra and pulled it away from my chest. He kissed and kneaded my breasts slowly. I began to move my hips ever so slightly, I could feel Aaron's cock pushing up against me. He reached down to rub my hips and squeeze my butt as I moved, getting wetter all the while. 

"You know mister, I believe you owe me some riding lessons."

"I have a better idea, follow me." I reluctantly extricated myself from his lap and Aaron took my hand, pulling me away from the couch. He led me to his room, dominated by a large bed and cozy looking pillows.

"Lie down," he instructed. "No, on your stomach," he said as I had backed myself onto the bed. I did as he said, feeling the soft bedspread against my naked breasts. Aaron followed, kneeling beside me on the bed. He moved my hair onto my shoulder and began to rub my back. Slowly he massaged my shoulders, working his way down to my legs. He spread my legs apart and repositioned himself between them, now massaging my butt. Every once in a while he slipped a finger under my panties and ran it down my slit, soaking wet with anticipation. He stopped and moved himself over me, pressing me down into the bed as his kissed the back of my neck. How did he know it was my weakness? I moaned as he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders while his poor cock, still trapped behind boxers, throbbed against me. I could hear his breathing, quick and shallow, next to my ear. 

"You have no idea how turned on I am"

"I think I can guess," Aaron replied. He propped himself up and moved a hand between my legs, cupping my pussy in his palm. I gasped as he pressed his fingers against the fabric, the only thing separating him from my clit. He stopped to take off his underwear and I got a look his naked body. I could see his massive cock standing out from his body before he resumed his position next to me on the bed. He continued to rub my clit through my panties and I moved my hips against his hand in response.

"I want you Aaron."

"Not just yet." It seemed he was determined to torture my wet slit. Though, it didn't take long before I felt him pulling my panties down my legs. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me up and pushing my legs apart. I could feel him behind me, rubbing his hands over my butt. He squeezed and moved his hands lower, his thumbs gently rubbing my exposed pussy.

"Do you want me?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, I do." He placed the head of his cock against my lips, the wetness rubbing into his skin. He pushed forward slightly, the large head parting my pussy lips. I could hear him moan softly, i know he wanted me too.

"I'm not sure I should give in just yet, we have all night," he said, the tip of his cock still enveloped inside me.

"Do you want me to beg?" I replied. I'd never been so horny.

"Try it, see what happens."

To be continued...



Just the Beginning



Authors Note: My thanks to volunteer editors ThomRobinson -- Chief Editor, and to Leontomax & Kelvin-hall for being consultant editors.

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It's not often a person gets to share their dreams and fantasies. But when they finally do share them with someone special they might come true. Faith shared her dreams and fantasies but what she didn't expect was a hidden desire that she wasn't aware of until her partner showed her that she wanted it more than anything during a pashing session where his fingers touched a spot she didn't know could be pleasurable. She has since spiraled into anal heaven. This story is just the beginning of that spiral.

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Lying face down naked on your bed I hear you rummaging through your drawers until I hear you find what you're looking for. As you walk back to the bed I rake my eyes down your body, pausing long enough to admire the muscles of your chest and coming to rest on my favourite part of male anatomy, standing to attention just for me, I lick my lips unconsciously and a tingle passes through my body.

"Faith, are you sure you want this?" you ask, concern lacing your voice.

Almost in a whisper I reply, "I'm positive....Just be gentle. Will it hurt much?" I ask not wanting to know the answer, only wanting to experience it for the first time.

"Well it will be a little uncomfortable but...," leaning down you whisper into my ear, "in the end I'll have you screaming in pleasure."

A small not quite audible, "Oh", escapes my lips but I trust you implicitly.

Placing your hand upon my back you tell me in a gentle voice, "Just relax Faith. Enjoy the sensations. If you want me to stop tell me. I'll follow your directions and if you want me to stop altogether tell me. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to, ok?"

Encouraged I reply in a confident voice, "Ok. I want this. Please continue."

I close my eyes and wriggle around a bit to get comfortable. I feel you shift on the bed and your hands start rubbing and massaging my back. It feels good. Slowly you move down my back rubbing in circles and massaging until I feel your hands on my ass.

"Faith, you really do have the most gorgeous ass." You say with a smile.

I giggle and you continue your massage down my legs and then back up to my ass. Feeling quite relaxed I hear a cap being flipped open and a squishing sound. Moving your body you use one hand and shift my legs apart and sit between them. Rubbing my ass cheeks with one hand, I feel the warmth of your other hand and my cheeks being spread slightly apart. I jump as your cold slick finger slides up and down my ass crack. Each time you pass my hole you push against it until finally you push right in.

I let out a gasp and revel in the new sensation. You stop moving and just let your finger rest inside for a moment.

With concern you ask me, "Shall I continue Faith?" I try and come to terms with what's actually happening to me. I can't believe I'm letting you play with my asshole. I can't believe I actually like the feeling of a finger up my ass.

Taking a deep breath I tell you in as much of a steady voice as I can, "Yes, please don't stop."

You wiggle your finger a bit, each movement sending out a tingle throughout my body. You push against the edges trying to stretch my hole further. It hurts a bit and I'm still not sure what to make of all of this but I know that I love what you are doing. The feeling of being full, of exploring something taboo -- it's exciting!

I hear the cap being flipped open and you withdraw your finger to a slight squish sound. You put more, what I now know is lube, onto your finger and bring your hand back to my ass. Without delay you slip your finger back into me and wiggle it a bit pulling out to the tip of your finger. I feel a second finger join the first and slowly you push in. You rest inside for a minute letting me get used to it and then you slowly pull out then plunge back in. You push your fingers apart stretching my hole. I gasp a bit but I only want more. You start to fuck my ass slowly with your fingers. Picking up speed you go faster and faster until I can't even tell anymore if you're in my ass or not. It's just endless pleasure and I don't want it to end.

I feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs as you finger fuck my ass. Moaning a bit I try and tell you what I'm feeling but all I manage to utter is, "Don't stop."

But stop you do. You withdraw your two fingers and pop the cap on the lube. My eyes shoot open.

With a slight tremble to my voice I hurriedly speak out, "No, not three, I can't handle three."

With an authoritative tone you tell me, "You can handle three, Faith, I know you can." 

You lube your fingers up and come back to my ass. You push three fingers against my hole meeting resistance but you persevere slowly until with a pop all three fingers are up my ass. I gasp and feel your fingers in my ass only managing to utter, "Oh" over and over.

Very slowly you start to fuck my ass. Amazingly it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. You pick up speed and fuck my ass. I get lost in the sensations until all I know is I love being fucked up the ass like this. I can feel myself dripping each time you thrust into me. I start to moan and breathe heavily.

"I...want...more," I manage to utter out.

Suddenly you remove your hand and I hear the cap of the lube being popped, again you squeeze some lube out and I wait to feel your hand once more. But instead you crawl up the bed and I feel the top of your cock at my asshole. I gasp and bite my lower lip in anticipation. You push in and bit by bit you slide into my asshole until you're all the way in. I can feel your breath on my neck as your weight settles onto me. This is amazing. I finally have your hot hard cock up my ass and I LOVE IT!

I turn my head to the side and open my eyes to see you smiling at me.

"How does that feel?" you ask me.

How does that feel? How does it feel? Like I was made for this, my ass is custom made for your cock and for getting pleasure. Breathing heavily, I whisper to you, "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful, please don't stop."

You start to slowly thrust in and out, gently rocking back and forth, a slow sensual fucking of my ass, your breath warming my neck. 

I close my eyes and a moan escapes my lips.

You shift your body and continue to fuck my ass. The feeling of my ass being so full is magnificent. I've never felt anything like this. You pick up speed trying to hold off really letting go.

Breathing heavily I utter, "Please fuck my ass harder."

You comply and with much grunting and heavy breathing you go for it, no holding back, you fuck my ass.

I feel the familiar tingle between my legs, my own juices pooling onto the bed beneath. 

Breathing heavily unable to really catch my breath, my hands open and close and search around for something to clasp. Moaning louder and louder I barely can hear your balls slapping against me.

You fuck my ass until you can take no more and must release. With some final thrusts you come in my ass. It is with those final thrusts I feel myself fall over the edge and with a moaning scream my body spasms, my pussy clenching and unclenching.

You remove yourself from my ass and go and clean up. 

I slowly unclench my hands from the sheet and lie there trying to get my breath back as I wait for my body to calm down I try and will my beating heart to slow. Taking deep breaths I feel you come back and lie down next to me. As I feel your hands push aside damp hair tendrils from my face, I slowly open my eyes and look into yours, smiling I whisper, "Thank you," as my body spasms and I relax even further. Your hands caress my face and leaning in, your warm breath on my lips, you breath into me, "You're welcome, Faith," and close the gap and softly kiss my lips.



Just the Beginning...



[A D/s beginning poly relationship. There is sex in here. MF, FMF, FF, oral and exhibitionism for starters. Coitus too. No one was hurt in the writing or creation of this story. The hotel bill was paid. Your comments are welcome and you have our permission to play the game found in this story. If you play, please send me an email and tell me how it was for you. ]

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"Good morning. Please sit down." He spoke softly. She looked him over and realized she hadn't really known what to expect, physically. The man standing in front of her, holding the door open for her was just who she expected him to be, without ever seeing him before.

Their relationship had gone from code names and distance to an experimental next step. She wanted to test a full-time sub life. It was logistically impossible. She lived a distance from the man she trusted enough to be his sub. She lived in the same house with her mostly-grown son who knew nothing of the life she longed to live. 

Pete pointed at the chair in the hotel room and judi walked to it. The chair was a straight backed chair typical of many hotel rooms except this one had a folded hand towel covering the seat. judi turned so that she could sit and lifted her skirt. She already knew she was not to sit on her skirt. She spread her thighs as she sat, showing Pete her shaved pussy. 

She knew she showed her intimate parts to him and she wanted to look at his face to see if she had pleased him. She didn't look, a little apprehensive that that might be too forward, too assertive.

Pete closed and locked the door. He sat on the other chair in the room.

"judi, tell me why you are here, please." He asked with all the gentleness of a man asking why someone attended a gallery opening, a new restaurant or a play. She heard a command, a demand for obedience, in the unsaid.

"I am here to please you. Whatever you want of me I want to give."

"What is here for you in that giving?"

"I become the person I most desire to be. I become your beloved."

"I will push you to be as you have never been. Will that be who you want to be?"

"If it pleases you, yes."

"Did you dress just as I requested?"

"Yes, Pete."

"How did you feel traveling here dressed that way?"

"For part of the trip I worried that everyone could see my nipples. Then I realized that you wanted people to see my nipples. You want people to see my arousal and be excited by seeing me."

"How did I assure that people would see your nipples?"

"You requested that I cut the cups of my white bra so that my nipples and areola were exposed and that I wear a thin white blouse. Further, you asked me to rouge my nipples and areola so they were more visible."

"Were you embarrassed?"

"I am a fifty year old woman. In the world of fifty year old women I know, women do not dress that provocatively. I felt like a slut, a bad woman."

"How do you feel, right now, knowing I am looking at your tits and seeing your hard nipples?"

"I am soaking wet! I am hot, wanting more, praying there is more."

"There is. I want you to take off the blouse. Hang it in the closet."

judi stood and took off the thin silk blouse. She thought about how extra exposed she felt. She believed she could actually feel his eyes on her bra and exposed skin. She felt a little of her own nectar escape her folds and dampen her thighs. She worried that the imperfections he saw would ruin the moment, end this beginning before he had even touched her once.

"Let's go into the bathroom."

He ran warm water and wet a wash cloth. He twisted it, getting most of the water out, then handed the cloth to her.

"I want to suck your nipples, but not with rouge on them. Get all the rouge off. If it would help, take off your bra. Clean the right one first."

Her hands held her bra covered breast and wiped rouge off the nipple and areola. At first she wiped quickly then thought about what she was doing and why. She released her bra and scrubbed the rouge off. When the right breast was clean she looked at Pete for approval.

"Is it clean?" He asked.

"I think it is. Yes, Pete."

"Put it in my mouth."

He was sitting on the toilet and she stood in front of him and aimed her breast into his mouth. He sat passively until her breast touched his lips. In that instant he sucked it in, his tongue exploring every millimeter of her areola and nipple. His tongue tip touching each Montgomery gland. judi felt her knees weaken, her juices flow and her hands wanting to hold his head to her breast.

He released the breast. "Do the other one, please. You did well with the first. I tasted no rouge."

She scrubbed the other breast mere inches from his face. The roughness of the cloth, the heat of his breath, the intensity of his gaze inflamed her thoughts and her desire. She knew he wanted to suck on her. She knew it would bring her pleasure and bring him pleasure. When she pulled the moist cloth away he opened his mouth. He didn't lean towards her. He waited for her to put her breast in his mouth.

The response was changed. He sucked, but barely. His tongue explored but with the utmost tenderness and care. Long minutes passed as he enjoyed her breast. His kisses and tongue explored all the breast.

Pete noticed that judi's head tilted back, her eyes closed, her breathing became shallow and quickened. She had surrendered to her feelings. He smiled internally. He released her breast.

"Please put your bra and blouse back on."

He stood and went back in the bedroom. He sat again in the same chair. She followed him and stood by the other chair.

"Soon we will go out for lunch. I want you to behave in a certain way while we are out in public. As much as possible maintain contact with me. Hold my arm, hold my hand, put your arm around me. If I hold you it is a statement to the world that I possess you. When you hold me it says that you give yourself to me. If I possess you it could be without your consent. If you give yourself to me it is a gift. You will only speak when directly addressed, and when I give you permission. If I make a suggestion, take it. When we sit in the restaurant sit on the napkin, not your skirt. Any questions?"

"No, Sir."

Even though the rouge was gone her nipples were still quite obvious through her blouse. It was also obvious that the holes in her bra were there so she would be seen.

When they entered the elevator there were two couples already inside. They were not touching and were dressed as though someone from J. Crew had picked their clothes. The conversation in the elevator stopped when Pete and Judi entered. Judi stood close to Pete and held his arm above the elbow.

"Hungry?" Pete asked.

"Yes, Honey."

One couple were both looking at judi's breasts. The female of that couple had on a white polo shirt and a bra designed to give the impression that she didn't have nipples. It was beyond modest. It denied that she was a woman.

The elevator doors opened and Pete walked out with judi still on his arm.

As they entered the restaurant judi noticed the hostess eyeing her chest. They were taken to a secluded booth. judi sat when Pete indicated. The hostess said their waitress would be there soon. Pete handed judi her napkin. She blushed and arranged it under her, hiking her skirt out of the way. She was not exposed to view but fully aware that she was open for Pete. He sat next to her.

They looked at the menus until the waitress arrived. Pete ordered two iced teas and asked judi which salad she was having. With no hesitation she ordered the Caesar with grilled chicken. Pete ordered an appetizer for himself. The waitress kept looking at judi's chest. After they had ordered she stuck around a few extra seconds looking at judi.

"You did well. They look and they see how you behave. I am proud to have you with me."

"Other women are not showing as much of themselves as I am."

"They were taught that they should be ashamed of their bodies, and to use teasing as a way of getting a man. The contradiction makes most women crazy. Haven't you seen women dressed provocatively at a dance who then act offended when they catch a man looking? The woman in the elevator couldn't stop looking at your tits. Hers are so covered there is no way anyone will ever see a hint that she has nipples."

"I've never been so exposed. I was taught that it wasn't right."

"Probably taught by a church or by people who were taught by a church."

"My family didn't go to church very often."

"They didn't need to. The general society has adopted church rules as society's rules for behavior. The church says hide your bodies and the law says hide your bodies. The church now says one man, one woman, that is marriage. Now the laws that agree with that are finally being challenged. Not one of the social scientists who advocate one man, one woman can give a good compelling reason why it shouldn't be one man, three women or two women and four men or any other combination people might want to use. 

When we are together we will bend some of society's rules. In private we will consciously break some others. Cutting the tips out of your bra was just for openers. Sitting with your legs spread and pantiless is another step to liberation."

"I thought Dom and sub was about sex, not politics."

"Does a political discussion make you wet?"

"No. Honey."

"You are wet right now. Is that political or sexual?"

"Sexual."

"The two biggest forces on the planet that believe in domination and control are churches and governments. Neither believe in freeing people to choose for themselves. Both believe in repressing people. I believe in freedom. Sexual freedom, political freedom, personal freedom."

"I want freedom."

"Have you ever felt really free?"

"I think so, Honey, I think so."

"When?"

"The day after I graduated from High School."

"What did you wear that day?"

"We went to the beach that day. I wore a blue bikini, sandals and a big t-shirt."

"Did you go in the water?"

"Yes. We had lots of fun."

"At the end of the day, did you have sand inside your suit?"

"Sure, everyone did."

"The day after I graduated I went to the beach too. At the end of the day I had no sand inside my suit. Showering before I went home was to get the sand off me. I was free all day. No suit. I was nude all day."

"Oh."

"You have been thinking about being my sub. It takes you away from being responsible for your actions. It makes me responsible. I get to consider the implications for every action, for both of us."

"I couldn't do the things I'll do for you, if I had to do them on my own."

"You could. You have been so well taught how to be a good girl that you rebel at the thought of showing your nipples. You could do it. You are doing it!"

"Not really. I'm doing what you want me to do."

"See the woman sitting alone over there in the aqua dress?"

"Yes."

"Get her to go into the bathroom with you and strangle her until she is unconscious."

"I won't."

"So, being my sub has limits doesn't it?"

"I won't hurt anyone."

"So, you are still responsible for your actions. Good. If you had stood up to get her into the bathroom I would have stopped you. Being a sub isn't license to be stupid. Being my sub is giving me the power to have you be bigger, more of yourself than you normally would allow."

The meals came and since the restaurant was slow I engaged the waitress in conversation.

"Does the management provide your uniforms?"

"Yes."

"Shoes?"

"No, but they tell us which ones are best for us to wear."

"Could you work here without a bra?"

"Sally probably could. She is tiny up top. I couldn't. The manager would send me home."

I turned to Judi and said, "She has no real freedom in her job. Does being braless stop or hinder her from ordering food or carrying it to us?"

"No. She could still do the job, but she might offend people if she was braless."

"The risk of offending someone is so great that the only way to avoid offending someone is to stay home with the drapes drawn. We can justify all kinds of restrictive behaviors in the name of not offending anyone. I'm white. When I walk into a school that is 92% black students does anyone get offended because I am a white teacher?"

"I'm sure someone does."

"How many people do you know that don't have nipples?"

She looked puzzled and answered, "I think every one has nipples."

"Then why do we spend so much time, effort and money to hide them?"

"I have no idea."

"Do you like having your nipples pinched?"

"By you, yes, I think I would."

"We have to be in private or I need to be very sneaky to do it, don't we?"

"Yes! It shouldn't be done where people can watch."

"Those are the rules. They are automatic. They are so automatic that thinking is not part of understanding why we do what we do. No more. You get to show people that a woman can be overtly sexual and still be Ok."

They finished their meal and left a nice tip as they left. As they walked back to their hotel room Pete asked for a taste. judi did not hesitate. She reached under her skirt and dipped two fingers into her wet pussy and held them to Pete's mouth. He held her wrist gently and sucked her fingers.

"You taste good to me. Do you often taste yourself?"

"No. In the last few weeks I have touched myself more than ever, but I do not often taste my own juices."

"Taste now." judi dipped her fingers in again and brought them to her own lips. Her tongue reached out and licked her juices from her own fingers.

In the elevator they rode standing facing the doors. On the second floor the doors opened and a young man about twenty entered. He smiled at Pete and at judi. Pete spoke.

"Young man are you here in the hotel alone?"

"No. My parents have a room on the sixth floor."

"We are on an adventure. I have bet this woman that she cannot have twenty men kiss her nipples before dark. So far she has only gathered eight men who have kissed her nipples. Would you be number nine?"

"You want me to kiss her nipples? Really?"

"Open your blouse for him. Offer your breasts to him. Ask him to kiss your nipples."

judi unbuttoned and opened her blouse. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and the doors opened. Two more men entered. judi blushed but kept her blouse held open.

"I need each of you to kiss my nipples. I have only had eight men kiss them so far today and I need twenty to win the bet. I offer my breasts to you. Please kiss my nipples." She let go of the blouse and held her breasts forward towards the three men. They hesitated.

When the elevator dinged for the sixth floor the young man suddenly kissed her right nipple and then her left. The doors opened and he backed out of the elevator. As the doors closed judi said, "Thank you Sir." The other two men took more time kissing her nipples. At their floor they thanked judi and she thanked them.

They rode the elevator long enough to get seven men to kiss her nipples. When they got off the elevator on their floor Pete asked, "Who did we hurt?"

"No one, Honey."

"Was it exciting for you?"

"Yes!"

"How long would it take for you to get twenty men to kiss your pussy?"

"In the elevator?"

"Anywhere. Out by the pool, in the hallway, in the gym. How about we dress in shorts and t-shirts and head to the gym. Once there I will check out the men's locker room and then you will go in. Your task will be to get as many men as will kiss your pussy lips to do it while you are in the locker room. If twenty men walk in over the next hour how many will kiss your pussy?"

"I have no idea. Are we doing this?"

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes!"

"If I ask you to do this, will you?"

"Yes!" Pete opened their door and ushered her inside. "Take everything off. Put on shorts and a t-shirt. When we get to the gym and you go inside the men's locker room you will remove the shorts and the t-shirt. Tell the men that this is a bet between us and if they will kiss your pussy and then step outside and tell me they did it you could win a thousand dollars."

He changed into shorts and t as well. They walked to the elevator and entered. One floor down the doors opened and two men in suits entered. judi looked at them and then at me.

"You may begin here if you like." He said.

"Gentlemen, I need you. I have a bet going with this man. If I can get twenty men to kiss my pussy in an hour he will give me one thousand dollars. I need the money. Would you help me?"

She lowered her shorts uncovering her shaved pussy. The men looked at each other and one pulled the stop button. The elevator stopped between floors. The man knelt and kissed her pussy, then stood again.

"Bob, do it!" He said.

The other man knelt and held judi's ass as he kissed her pussy. He stood again and the first man pushed the button releasing the elevator. When we reached the first floor judi said, "Tell your friends to find me in the men's locker room for the next hour or until I win the bet."

The doors opened and they walked towards the club. Pete and judi walked to the gym.

"You are a good slut. If you get the twenty I will fuck you in the men's locker room as a reward."

"In front of other men?"

"If you are my sub you should be happy that I want others to see you having my cock inside you."

"I will be honored and so wet I will drip!"

"Good." They entered the gym. It was big enough that thirty or more people could work out at the same time. Pete and judi were watched by the ten men and one woman in the gym as they walked to the men's locker room door. Pete went inside and saw that there was no staff person inside.

Back outside, judi was looking at the woman riding a stationary bike.

"Does she count?"

"If you can get her inside the men's locker room and she kisses your pussy you get double points for her."

Judi walked to her and spoke to her as she rode. They both looked over at Pete twice. Then judi came back to Pete and said, "Is there anyone inside?"

"Two men were in the showers when I was inside. They haven't come out."

As she walked thru the door she pulled the t-shirt up, over and off. Every man in the room watched her walk thru the door. The woman peddled faster.

About five minutes later a man opened the door and came out. "Count me." He said.

"Did you kiss her pussy?"

"More than once."

He smiled and walked away. Two men got off their bikes and went into the locker room.

Ten minutes went by before the next man came out. He was dressed in street clothes and said, "I kissed her pussy." A minute later the next fully dressed man came out and repeated, "I kissed her pussy."

The woman on the bike stopped peddling and walked to Pete. "If I go in there all I have to do is kiss her pussy and come back out and tell you, right?"

"That's the bet."

She pushed on the door and walked in. Pete followed her. judi was standing in the shower soaping her pussy. A naked man knelt before her. She rinsed the soap away and he kissed her pussy. Then he stood and she soaped his hard cock for just long enough for him to cum all over her. He walked away and judi soaped up again.

The woman peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower. judi lathered her entire body and then rubbed her body against the woman's body. They kissed face to face for quite a few seconds then the woman dropped and kissed judi's pussy. The kiss lasted almost a minute. Judi grabbed her head and held on as an orgasm ripped through her.

When the woman stood back up Pete said, "Return the gift she just gave you."

judi dropped and buried her face in to woman's pussy. It did not take long before the woman threw her head back and screamed, "Yes! Eat me forever!" The orgasm shook her hard and judi hung on to her ass as she shook.

The men watching clapped when judi stood back up. The woman was given a towel and two men helped her get dry. judi finished off the men in the room and washed herself one more time. I motioned for her to shut off the shower and dry off. She shut off the water and four men used towels to dry her body.




Just the Beginning...



She saw her shirt and shorts folded on a bench. Pete said, "You won! Now you get to choose. You can be fucked here in front of all these men or we can go back up to our room and fuck there."

"Whatever you want is what I want."

Pete looked at the men standing there. Eight men in good physical condition standing nude waiting for his answer.

"If I fuck here her will all of you splash her with your cum? Jerk yourselves onto her tits and face?"

Every man drew closer to judi and began stroking himself. Pete undressed quickly and judi lay back on the bench with her legs spread. He lined up and slid into her about an inch. His strokes were short and quick, then deeper. A man on either side of judi held her legs high and wide. Judi looked at the faces of the men surrounding her and said, "Cover me with your juices! Cum on me! I want it!"

Rope after rope of sticky white fell from the stroked cocks all around her. They landed on her tits, her chest, her belly and her face. From the amount that some of the men spewed on her they had not cum in months! Pete's balls tightened and he filled her pussy with his contribution.

HERE!! We went back into the showers and all of us showered together. Many hands soaped her body tenderly and made sure her hair got washed as well. Many towels dried her and two men dressed her when she was dry.

We both thanked them for helping and walked out of the locker room. The woman was waiting. She was dressed and smiled as we came out.

"I was starting to wonder how long you would stay in there."

"Was there something you wanted?" I asked.

"Yes. I want to have more of you." She was looking at judi, not me.

"I belong to Pete. If it will please him to have me be with you, I will gladly be with you."

The woman looked at me. I spoke, "We will be in room 1124. If having sex with both of us is what you want come to our room. If you just want judi come to our room at nine tomorrow morning."

My hand pressed lightly on judi's back and we walked out of the gym, to the elevators. We had the elevator to ourselves.

"May I speak?"

"Certainly."

"I don't know how else you could have convinced me that I am worth something in so little time. I saw it in their faces. I wasn't just a cunt! They liked what they saw and who I was being."

"If you had been the good girl that you were raised to be do you think they would have looked at you the way they did?"

"Not in a hundred years!"

"Do you think the woman you kissed will come to our room?"

"Yes!"

"If she comes I will fuck her, you know that?"

"She knows it too. The only question for her is tonight, or in the morning."

I opened our door and we went inside. I asked judi to undress. She did. I rubbed lotion on as much of her skin as I could before a knock came at our door.

"judi, answer the door. If it a woman, let her in. If it is hotel staff act embarrassed."

She swung the door open and the woman from the gym stood there with three glasses and a bottle of champagne. She smiled and walked in. I took the glasses and the bottle and put them on the table.

"judi, our guest has too many clothes on. Help her undress. I will open the champagne."

I got the champagne open even though I was watching the dance of disrobing the two women were doing. 

I poured three glasses of bubbly and handed each woman a glass. Our new friend offered a toast, "To new friendships and new experiences." We drained our glasses. I set them on the table.

"I must apologize for my terrible manners. You have come to our room with gifts and we didn't even welcome you properly. Judi, please kiss our new friend so that she drips."

They embraced slowly, tenderly and pressed their breasts and hips together as their mouths spread their lipstick around. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended they did not release each other, they just looked at me.

"I wish to welcome you as well." My arms opened and I stepped close. judi moved behind our new friend but did not stop touching her. I hugged them both and kissed the woman with all the passion and desire I had for both of them. Her response was tentative at first, but because my kiss wasn't demanding or forced she relaxed and soon was a full participant.

Our kiss ended but the embrace continued. judi had reached around her and had a hand caressing our new friend's pussy.

"By the way, this is judi and I am Pete."

"I am Cass. My Mom loved the Mama's and the Papa's."

"judi, have you eaten a woman before tonight?" I asked.

"No."

"You have sixty-nined with a man?"

"Yes."

"Cass, you get to choose. Top or bottom?"

"Bottom!" I pointed at the bed and Cass threw herself on her back. I helped judi climb on and position herself so she could eat and be eaten. Cass wasted not a moment. She licked judi and pinched her nipples as soon as judi was accessible. 

judy moaned and buried her face into Cass' open pussy. I sat in a chair and watched. judi came first. Cass held on and tenderly kissed around her open pussy for a while before again finding judi's lips and sucking them.

Cass' ass was near the edge of the bed. I stood by her ass and grabbed her legs. I hooked them over my arms and put my hands under her ass. One quick motion and her ass was at the edge of the bed. judi sucked on my cock.

When I pulled back out of her mouth she looked up at me, smiled and used her hand to align my cock with Cass' cunt. She used her fingers to open Cass' lips wide and I slowly entered Cass.

Every stroke pressed my body against both women. When I pulled back judi licked Cass' clit. Soon I felt her body starting to shake and her moans were louder. I held myself deep within her and held still when just the crown of my cock was still within her.

I plunged in and said, "Cum Cass! Let it have you!"

She sucked hard on judi's clit and both of them shook and thrashed through their orgasms. I pulled slowly out of Cass and judi took my cock in her mouth. A few more strokes and I unloaded into judi's throat.

I poured three glasses of champagne and they untangled. We toasted to new friends and new experiences.

Cass looked at me and said, "You didn't cum inside me."

"judi has earned my cum inside her. You haven't asked for it and I would not presume to give it to you without talking with you about it."

"I was afraid I might get pregnant."

"I have no sperm. I did not have the operation. What I had was an accident when I was in the military. All my swimmers died and no more have been made."

"judi says she is yours. Like a slave?"

"No. Like a gift. She gave herself to me for this weekend. At the end of the weekend she will go home. I will go home. You will go home. Each of us will think about what's next for us. We will ask questions of ourselves. Will judi want another weekend like this? Will she want more? A 24/7 relationship perhaps? Will Cass ever see either of us again? Did Cass like being fucked by a man? Will Pete call or email either of you again?"

"You are only together for this weekend?"

"Yes. She knocked on my door, the door to this room, less than twelve hours ago. We have talked and emailed before today but had never seen each other before."

Cass turned to judi and asked, "How could you trust him that much?"

It was quiet in our room for a long time. Judi looked at Cass and said, "I decided I had lived in fear too long. Everything I knew about Pete said I could trust him and nothing I knew about him was a guarantee. I decided to trust him anyway."

"That game in the locker room?"

"We made that up. More men and women have kissed my pussy tonight than in my entire life. I loved it. I loved that they wanted me, that you wanted me. When you wanted more I was on an emotional high. All of it is because I trust Pete. Every orgasm you had was because I trust Pete."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I trust him too."

I called room service and ordered breakfast to be delivered at nine in the morning. We snuggled together in the big bed and woke up hours later. Cass had a hand on my cock. judi had a hand in Cass' pussy and I had judi's tit in my mouth.

When I opened my eyes judi said, "Ready for day two of our adventure?"



Just the Beginning



"You do such a wonderful job with your images," my sister complimented me. 

Gwen stood behind me in my dorm room, watching as I tweaked the dragon's pose in my current 3D project. For several years, I had been dabbling with 3D art, and while I was certainly far from being a professional, I felt that I had progressed significantly with my skills and could create some rather presentable images. My work was almost certainly not worthy of being framed and hung in a museum, although I occasionally offered large digital copies of what I felt were my best images for sale, and that had amassed me a total of $27.50 over the past year. 

For a college Senior like myself, $27.50 is rather significant! 

Being nineteen and two years behind me in college, Gwen would come to me for assistance on homework for the classes I had already taken, especially the math classes. Since I had a single dorm room, it was the perfect place for me to assist her without generally having to worry about being interrupted by others, and that was important since she had long had troubles keeping her mind focused, especially when she had neglected to take her medication in the morning. 

"You like your women tied up, don't you?" 

If anyone else had asked me that question, I would not have felt alarmed. But for my little sister to ask me that particular question... 

Then again, she had a point in asking that specific question. Once again, I was working on an image featuring a restrained woman - this time an elven female tied with several ropes to a thick wooden post driven into the ground. A dragon towered over her, its head dipping low to glare into her eyes. I had not yet added the smoke coming from its nostrils since I was still tweaking the dragon's pose, but I envisioned that in the final image, the elf would be staring challengingly through the smoke at the dragon's massive head. 

I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. "That's a fair statement, I suppose," I responded, adjusting the angle of the dragon's head just a little more. 

"You know..." Gwen began, then hesitated. "She'd look great if she was naked, or at least topless." 

I nodded. "I thought about that," I admitted, "and I still might strip her. If nothing else, it'd make her breasts more prominent because of the ropes." 

"Yeah. I think you should." 

"You just like seeing breasts!" I teased her, and Gwen fortunately giggled as her hands massaged my shoulders. Although she had not outed herself to our parents, Gwen had confessed to me several years earlier that she was bisexual. 

Admittedly, I like breasts as well, particularly smallish breasts. Gwen fit that profile quite perfectly, a fact which she lamented because many of the guys who caught her eye would not have anything to do with her because she was not particularly well-endowed in that area. I wondered if she had noticed that in this particular image, the elf was also small-breasted. 

"Well," she finally said, "when you finish up, let's take a look at the latest trig assignment," Gwen ultimately said. 

"Sure," I replied with a nod. 

***** 

After we had finished with the trigonometry assignment, our attention returned to my computer. The dragon's pose finally perfected, my focus shifted to the bound elf. 

"Just for kicks..." I said softly, and went to the Scene tab to deactivate the elven woman's top, exposing her breasts for the first time since the initial character creation a day earlier. 

"Nice," Gwen commented, "but I doubt she'd have hardened nipples when she's that close to a dragon and unable to escape." 

My sister's comment made me smile. "Maybe dragons turn her on," I offered. 

"Or maybe the ropes turn her on," Gwen countered. 

That struck me as odd. For the second time that evening, my sister had made a comment - to me, her older brother - about bondage. It was not about bondage in a kinky way, not directly, but the inference was unmistakable. 

"What if you turn off her skirt?" she asked. 

I deactivated the skirt, rendering the elf completely naked. Since the base character was fairly old, the genitalia was not very well developed and seemed unrealistic to me, so I activated the skirt again. Gwen said nothing, so I guessed that she agreed with my assessment of the elf. 

Removing the top required the ropes to be tightened a little, and my sister again stood behind me, watching as I worked. "You give just great attention to how the ropes fit against her skin," Gwen commented. 

I shrugged. "Just trying to be as realistic as possible," I noted. 

"Then you'd better un-erect her nipples." 

"Okay, okay..." 

A few minutes later, the ropes were positioned to my liking, and the nipples were, as Gwen had stated, in an "un-erect" position. Except for the lack of smoke coming from the dragon's flared nostrils, the image was practically complete, and I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair. 

It took me a moment to realize that my head was resting against Gwen's chest. 

...against my sister's chest. 

...and she clearly did not mind. In fact, her hands gently caressed my cheeks. 

Slowly, I opened my eyes, looking up into her smiling face. I was so, so thankful that the blinds were closed so that no one could look in and see a pair of siblings in a potentially intimate position. 

Gwen clearly did not have an issue with my head resting against such a socially-significant part of her body, so I closed my eyes again and thought for a moment about what was happening. Something was changing between us, and I could honestly not identify why. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" my sister prompted me. 

My eyes opened again. "Honestly," I said quietly, "I'm not sure. There's too much going through my head right now." 

She nodded. "Well, for my part, let's just say that watching you work on yet another image of some bound woman has me... hoping." 

"Hoping?" 

"Yeah. It's something I've been wanting to try for a while, but..." 

It was a bit surprising to hear my own sister referencing anything sexual or kinky in my presence, but I did find an odd appeal in hearing her thoughts on the subject of bondage. Still, I purposely tried to deflect the topic somewhat: "So you want to try being topless and bound to a big wooden post with a dragon staring in your face?" 

Gwen smiled and giggled. "Take away the dragon, but otherwise, sure!" 

That set some thoughts into motion... 

***** 

Several evenings later, the familiar knock sounded at the door to my dorm room. "It's open!" I called out, and I was not at all surprised when Gwen stepped in and closed the door behind her. 

I was working on a new image. The featured character was a topless Human woman shackled to a wall, her wrists being firmly held above her head. She was blindfolded and had an insanely bright spotlight on her, the light fall-off rather extreme so that the edges of the image were shrouded entirely in black. 

"Wow..." my little sister commented quietly as she set her backpack on the bed. "She's beautiful! I especially love the tattoo across her chest!: 

I smiled to myself. "The tattoo was what originally caught my attention about her," I admitted. "I think you'd like her eyes as well, although she's blindfolded in this picture." 

"Oh? What's with the eyes?" 

I deactivated the blindfold, revealing eyes which look like those from a cyborg in a futuristic horror film. "Sweet!" Gwen exclaimed from behind me, her hands again on my shoulders. "You should keep the blindfold off and have her just staring into the bright light." 

"The problem with that," I noted, "is that when I do a render, the reflection is way too harsh. I could tone down the reflection of the eyes, but then it seems unnatural to me." 

"She has robotic eyes. She's already unnatural!" 

"True," I admitted as I reactivated the blindfold, "but I'd rather save that surprise for a later image." 

"Okay. What is she, a sexbot?" 

"Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind: a robotic sexual plaything for massive, super-strong aliens." 

"In other words, Zentraedi." 

We had watched the Robotech series together during the summer, so I caught the reference immediately. "I suppose so, although I didn't have Zentraedi in mind specifically." 

"Well, I'm sure that someone will eventually write an erotica series about sexbots like her servicing Zentraedi men. That way, they can have their way with someone who at least looks like a Human female but not worry about breaking her." 

"You've put too much thought into this!" I joked, saving my progress and closing the 3D program. 

***** 

"Enough!" Gwen said, annoyed by the last problem of her assignment. "At this point, it's probably better to try this again in the morning when my head's fresher." 

I nodded my understanding, rising from the bed and stretching as my sister closed the trig book. 

"Can I ask you something?" Gwen asked, looking up at me from where she knelt upon the bed. 

"You just did," I noted, and she simply rolled her eyes. 

"Seriously, something important, at least to me?" 

"Of course." I sat on the edge of the bed again. 

"About the art you do," she began, giving me a context. "Almost everything I've seen you do or post online has at least one woman in chains or ropes or tangled up on vines or tentacles or something else related to bondage." 

"True..." 

"Clearly you like tying up your women, then?" 

I almost did not answer her, but I figured that not answering would cause some issues. "Sure," I admitted with a shrug, "so long as she likes it as well." 

"Okay, but what if she doesn't know if she likes it?" 

"Well, as long as she's willing to at least give it an honest try," I responded. "I don't know if you knew Tracey, since she graduated last year, but I introduced her to bondage, for example. Thank goodness she had a single dorm room, since I didn't last year, and since her room was in that new dorm built on the other side of the main quad, she had an actual bed with actual bedposts, not these metal things designed to be stacked on top of each other to form bunk beds." 

Gwen seemed to be trying to remember. "I think I know Tracey, at least by sight," she said. "She was really pretty. She's the one with the crescent moon tattoo on the back of her neck, right?" 

"That's her," I affirmed with a smile. "I 'showed her the ropes,' almost literally." 

"Hmmm..." Gwen considered that for a moment. "Do you like, well, 'slowing the ropes' to someone?" 

"Sure," I admitted. "It's not for everyone, of course, but it can be fun in its own right." 

My little sister nodded, a serious expression upon her face. "Well, would you..." 

She did not even need to finish the sentence - I knew exactly what she was about to ask. 

"Would you consider showing me the ropes? Literally or otherwise?" 

I had to think about that for a moment. After all, Gwen was not just any random person. She was my sister. 

She was not even a step-sister - we were undeniably related by blood. 

"Um... I guess it'd depend, actually, on what you really wanted to do," I finally answered. "I mean, it wouldn't be right to have you naked and tied down." 

Gwen smiled a little. "That would be a bit... awkward." 

"Exactly. But even if you're fully clothed, if someone comes knocking at the door and you're tied to the bedposts..." 

"I know." The disappointment in Gwen's voice was unmistakable, and that tugged at my heart. I had never liked seeing my sister sad or disappointed, and even though we were discussing a kinky activity and not something mundane such as the weather, I found that I wanted to do whatever I could to put a smile on her face. 

My mind raced, and I quickly found a solution. "The way I see it," I said, "the best option would be for us to leave campus for a weekend, or at least for a night, and go someplace where no one knows us and try it there." 

Gwen looked at me with amazement in her eyes. "You'd really be willing to do that?" she asked. "For me?" 

I smiled reassuringly. "Why not? But it'd need to be for a good reason." 

"Yeah. Well, I'm sure we'll think of a reason." 

"If I can ask, though... What makes you interested in being..." For a moment, I could not force myself to complete the thought. 

Gwen smiled, almost shyly, and looked away for a moment before returning her attention to me. "There's something about being helpless," she finally replied. "I like the idea of being helpless and unable to protect myself from someone who's so interested in me, someone who keeps staring at me, at my body. Someone who keeps touching me, and eventually takes advantage of me, and all I can do is simply endure it. If it's a girl, maybe she's got a strap-on, or maybe she just simply keeps eating me until I'm ready to pass out from too many orgasms. If it's a guy, well... Maybe he just can't control himself once he has me naked and helpless, and he simply uses me and keeps fucking me brutally until..." 

My sister stopped and blushed, apparently realizing what she was saying to her own brother. I found that I was also blushing a little. 

...because it was the first time that I truly recognized my little sister as a sexual being. 

...and I found that to be quite alluring. 

"Until he cums on you?" I asked. 

"Well... either on me or in me." Her eyes dropped to the space between us on the bed. "Hopefully in me." 

A long silence fell between us. Neither of us moved a muscle. My mind was reeling with the imagery of my sister's fantasy, and oddly, I could indeed imagine myself as the guy. 

"I guess I've thought of it," Gwen finally said, breaking the silence, "as 'tie me, strip me, fuck me, leave me.' I know it's really strange, but somehow, it's... it's strangely appealing." 

"At least as a fantasy," I noted. 

She finally looked at me again. "Yeah. But the first part is finding someone I trust enough to do the 'tie me' part to me, you know?" 

I nodded my understanding. "But why me?" I asked, genuinely curious about her selection of dominating partner. 

Gwen smiled. "Well, I know you, obviously" she said emphatically, "and I know that you'll never do anything to hurt me and that if I want it to stop, you'll stop. You're almost a natural choice." 

"'Almost' being the key word here." 

"Yeah. There's that brother/sister thing getting in the way, I guess." The disappointment in Gwen's voice was unmistakable. 

"Yeah," I agreed, "and that's why we'd need to go somewhere else where no one knows us and we'll still have a good reason for being there." 

"Yeah." Gwen was silent for a moment, an expression of thought upon her face. "If nothing else, we could say that we'd just learned that a family friend just died and we're in the middle of a long drive to go to the funeral. That could buy us a night in a hotel, and might even get us a discount." 

I considered that. "Let's try to find a more upbeat reason," I countered. "If we're heading to a funeral, no one could be permitted to see us smiling or laughing, and I'm not sure I'd wanna try to put on that type of show for too long." 

"Good point." 

"Plus, knowing how much you like swimming, you wouldn't really be able to use the hotel pool if there is one." 

Gwen nodded. "We'll come up with something. I just know it. I can feel it." 

Strangely, so could I. 

***** 

Nearly a week went by before Gwen and I had another significant discussion about having me restrain her, but in the interim, my mind was certainly busy. 

I did not have any rope, but that was easily rectified since I could drive to a nearby suburb and buy rope at the Home Depot there without anyone really raising an eyebrow. I already owned a set of padded and tethered cuffs, which was what I had really intended to use to tie my sister to the bedposts, just as I had with about a half-dozen partners during my college career. 

One of my biggest concerns, however, was what I should wear while indulging part of Gwen's fantasy. Even though I had seen plenty of online porn, including BDSM porn, I had never particularly paid attention to what the dominant people were wearing, so early in the morning or very late at night, when I was certain that no one would be coming to see me, I would put on the headphones and specifically watch BDSM videos on the laptop. 

The one commonality was that in each video, the dominant person, whether male or female, tended to wear mostly or entirely black clothing. That I could easily do, although I felt that I should buy a new black belt since my current belt was quite old. 

Being a college student, I certainly did not have "respectable" bondage fare to use on my sister. The rope was new, of course, but the padded tethered cuffs had certainly seen some usage over the previous few years. Then again, Gwen almost certainly would not care that we were not using expensive, elaborate items to fulfill her fantasy; she would not care that we would be in a lower-cost hotel and not a massive, dimly-lit, stereotypical BDSM dungeon. 

...although the thought of my sister shackled to a wall was quite appealing. 

...especially if she happened to also be naked. 

For the first time, I actually envisioned myself fulfilling my little sister's fantasy all the way to the end: tying her to the bed, ripping off her clothes, fucking her fiercely, and leaving her with my seed oozing from her body. 

Closing my eyes, I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel that vision from my head. Even though I was willing to teach Gwen about bondage, which in itself was bordering on incest, I knew that we absolutely could not go so far as to actually have sex, no matter how much we enjoyed the bondage experience. 

Something else I wondered was exactly what should happen while I had my sister tied to a bed. Had she been Tracey or the other partners I had introduced to bondage, I would spend some time touching her, slowly arousing her, making her wet. 

That was not an option, not with Gwen. 

I could just simply sit beside her on the bed, watching her, observing her reactions. 

But that would inevitably result in my eyes focusing less on her reactions and more on her feminine body, which would also be inappropriate. 

Several more times throughout the intervening week, I had thoughts and even a dream about fulfilling my sister's fantasy to the end she had described to me. Each time, the visions in my head seemed more and more real, almost as if Fate was giving me a preview of future events. The only difference was that in the dream, instead of achieving my orgasm inside Gwen's body, I quickly withdrew from her and gave her a copious facial, then took several pictures afterward. 

When I awoke from that dream, my cock was so long and hard that it was almost painful, and with visions of my sister's well-splattered face still in my head, I brought myself to completion, barely containing my voice and making quite a mess inside my sweatpants. 

***** 

Gwen closed the door behind her and put her backpack on the floor beside the lone bed of the dorm room. "I've been thinking..." she began, then paused. 

"About?" I prompted as I rose from the deck chair so we could both sit on the edge of the bed. 

"About what we discussed," she said for context, "about going to a hotel and... well... you giving me a certain experience." 

I tried to smile reassuringly. "What about it?" I asked. 

"Well, for an excuse, we could tell our friends here who ask that we're headed somewhere to help a cousin move into a new apartment or something." 

I nodded. "That's plausible," I reasoned aloud, "especially if we elaborate that it's a cousin who is driving long-distance alone and has no one else to help unload." 

"Exactly," Gwen concurred. "And to the hotel staff, especially if we stay two nights, we could say the same, perhaps with a little more detail about the area near the hotel, so we'd need to plan ahead and investigate the area online before we arrived at a hotel." 




Just the Beginning



I was fidgeting again. My arm trembled against my side. My fingers flicked imaginary dust from my skirt. I always wore skirts.... at least around him. Red skirts, blue skirts, long street-sweeping skirts, short ass-flashing skirts, loose skirts, clingy skirts; any kind of cloth that made a tube around my waist and was open between my thighs was okay with me. Today, I was wearing a creeping black mini. It matched my top; black also with an hour-glass shaped cut-out just where my breasts began to curve. I looked gorgeous and I knew it. Then why pray tell was I trembling like a leaf in a Chicago 'breeze'?

It was his fault. 

He wandered about the house, getting ready for a date that he was already late to. It was with a woman, but from his hesitation to get out the door, I narrow down her personality to match a root-canalist, an IRS lawyer, or a natural mother. Why couldn't he just stay with me? It was obvious he didn't want to go on this....date.

I had a date too. I cancelled at the last minute when he called, hence my midnight black outfit. Sigh. What a good babysitter I am. 

He bumped into me. Third time today. My heart beat quicker and I turned to smile, angling for his blue eyes with my hazel ones. He smiled back and between my knees and waist: I quivered. 

"How are you?" say I.

"Fine. How're you?" mumbles he.

"Also fine. Hot date tonight?" 

"Yes. Well.... no. I cancelled." 

"Me too, but the date wasn't hot to begin with." 

My heart beat faster still. He'd cancelled! 

My heart dipped. I no longer had a real reason to be here. What's more, he hadn't added a "not like you..." to the end of his sentence. 

I smiled, rocking back and my 2-inch low heels. His eyes flicked low for a second to admire my legs, or something on the ground. Either ways, I twisted my hips and put a bit of wiggle into my step when I turned away from him. 

In less than a minute I was back in the room. He leaned lazily against the leather couch. His tan hands outlined bright against the black leather. A dirty thought ran through my mind---I was clearly over-sexed. 

"Should I make the call?" I nudged my cell phone out of the purse I'd just retrieved from the kitchen.

"Call? Oh... no don't worry I'll take you home whenever you're ready." his voice was warm, and his eyes stayed fixed on mine.

I shrugged, feeling my breasts bounce braless from once side to another. "It's really your call. You're still paying me by the hour," I chuckled, "and you pay well, so why should I leave just yet."

He wrinkle curled near his lip, almost a smile. "Oh well you're welcome to stay a little longer. Just a little though... I'm not made out of money you know." he winked. It was a playfully little gesture. 

I winked back, and stood in smiling silence for what seemed like forever. It was three seconds actually, but I caught my finger twisting around my hour-glass by the time I came to. 

"Itchy...." I explained with a blush. 

Looking up at him, he didn't seem to be paying attention. He was busy struggling to loosen his tie. I hesitated, taking a step back.

Should I?

Sure.

I stepped forward twice and put my hands over his to stop him. He glanced up at me, perplexed. 

"I have smaller fingers than you do. I can do it easier." I said gently, my fingers already teasing apart the knot of his tie. The fabric came loose in my hand and I pulled, pausing afterwards to straighten his collar. 

"Thanks. I actually used to have my mother tie, my ties."

What?! "I'm not your mother." I deadpanned. Cold as my voice was, my fingers felt hot as they touched him. Unable to pull away, I tugged a wrinkle out of the blue stripped shirt he was wearing. It didn't match the red tie, I'd undone. My beating heart didn’t' seem to care about the faux pas.

"I know." his hand reached out automatically to steady my trembling. It lingered on shoulder, his finger brushing over my silken black top. "I know you're not my mother. You're too beautiful."

Amber waves of luscious hair. Hazel eyes more than any man can bear. 

Milky skin, and oh so thin. Slender hips and full lips. 

Killer thighs and bouncy breasts. I pass everyone's "pretty" test.

Of course I was beautiful.

I smiled demurely, forcing myself not to jump him then and there. It might have just been a saying and not a come on. "Thank you." I murmur, a natural blush coming to my cheeks. 

"Don't blush. It only makes you look sweeter."

Funny. He'd never hit on me before. I blushed deeper. "Saying more good things about me isn't going to help me blush any less." 

"Well...."

"Well what?" well you like me? Well you want me? Well there's something in-between your teeth?

I reached up and nervously brushed a curly lock from my cheek. Tucking it behind my ears, I realized we were standing extremely close together. An inch more and I'd be on top of him, my breasts pressed tight to his skin...er...shirt.

"Well I think you're sweet. I mean... you're gorgeous. I know I said it, but I want you to know I mean it. Sometimes I wish I could date you instead of these girls who never seem to know what they want. You sure have a good head on your shoulders."

I giggling, bouncing onto my tip-toes. My breasts brushed against his shirt, attracting his eyes to a spot happily below my shoulders. 

I kissed him.

Our lips met suddenly, squishing together awkwardly at first then slowly ... steadily.... molding together like to parts of a whole.

I pulled away first, my lip stick smearing off onto his cheek. I gasped for air, blushing again.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to...." his voice trailed off as he realized that *I* was the one that kissed him.

"I know. I ... I did it. I couldn't help it." 

"You....” whatever he was going to say, it was silenced by another embrace of lips and collision of tongues. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pulling into a hug. My body tingled against his. Shivering onto him, the nervous trembles didn’t' feel so bad. Under my top, my nipples rubbed silky smooth against the black fabric hiding them. They rose into eagerly hard points, jutting out against my tight shirt. I felt him bulge, his eyes staring into mine, his hips ground slowly into me. 

We pushed together hard as if we could go through each other. 

This time, he broke off. His cheeks schoolboy red, he stuttered out something unintelligible before deciding it might be best to be silent. 

Standing in front of him, I reached back and unhooked my skirt. The thing fell apart easily, and fluttered to the ground. Point of no return reached, I tugged nervously at my black boy shorts underneath. The somber flowery lace caught his eye, and he took a good long stare. I wiggled my hips, and ran my slender fingers between my thighs. My nails scrapped lightly on my soft skin, an electric sensation that didn't end in my legs but traveled up my spine and exploded in my mind. My head swam with ideas.

What to do first? He was so mine.... From the way he shuffled from foot to foot, wagging his obvious bulge in font of me, I figured that anything would do. 

I peeled my panties down my thighs, his eyes following my move. Downy amber hair clung around my slit, the thin hairs plastered by sweat and wetness to my skin. Not waiting any longer, I sank a finger into myself. The tingle rocketed up through me as my swollen pink lips eased apart around my finger tip. My face blushed pink. What was I doing? I'd never masturbated around anyone...much less someone I knew who I was sure to see every other day our sexual escapade. A soft sigh escaped his lips. I looked up to see him panting and staring glossy-eyed downward. I wiggled my finger gently, and watched the responsive twitch go through him. 

He liked it!

I fingered slowly, trapped in the moment, fixed into place by his gaze. My legs trembled no more, my tight lace boy shorts finding a new use by holding my knees elastically together. My slit quivered around my single finger, flaring apart in pink and red lips. I shivered. I must have been wet all the time I'd been with him. I'd never gotten this wet easily; my juices had never trickled down my leg like they were doing now. 

He'd unzipped while I wasn't watching. My eyes flickered up from my active hands and saw his hand reaching inside his pants. My breath caught inside my throat. He fumbled inside for a long while, my anticipation building in my chest till it popped like a soap bubble.

"Please... let me do it... “I slid my hand forward through the tiny space of air between us, "I have smaller fingers, and it’s easier for me." My fingers hooked inside his pants and instantly felt the hard warm throb. I gasped, smacking my lips together. My hand uncurled inside his pants, feeling his shaft pulse against my palm. My fingers wrapped around the shaft, pushing into his boxers and tugging it out and around the cotton fabric. 

I barely felt my second finger flinching as it too penetrated into my pussy. 

My eyes hazed. This was impossible. I was still reaching and I hadn't found the end of it. I angled my hand, his zipper chafed around my wrist. My fingers spread wider, curling around his shaft, moving closer and closer together. Closer and closer, but not quit touching as I felt his cock jerk into my tight squeeze. I pulled and the tip popped out from the part in his pants. Drenched in pre-cum, the swollen head stared back at me. My eyes bulged and I yelped.

That was the third finger. I definitely felt it this time. My body twisted in spasm, my hand clinging to his shaft in support; I collapsed to my knees all the same. He smiled down at me, a quirky half-moon under his twinkle star blue eyes. I grinned back, looking from my knees and struggling to keep my eyes from fixing on his shaft. Now that it was all the way out, I could see it was clearly huge. Not long, but so thick it seemed to swallow my little hand circled around the base. I shivered. It was big... and at 5ft 4inches I wasn't exactly a match for it.

He stroked my hair, seeming to know what I was thinking. "You don't have to take it all sweetie. Just ----" hesitating to take a deep breath, he caught himself. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking: here she is...the girl who's babysat for me since high school.... I've practically watched her grow up... and here she is nearly naked, wet, and holding my cock in her hand.

I was thinking the same thing. From my knees, all I could see was cock, thick and throbbing and waiting for me. My fingers twitched inside me, reminding me they were there. I jerked my lips too tight to pull my fingers out. My thighs rubbed together, legs bent to a V on the floor. I forced them apart easing the pressure built to boiling inside me. My inner thigh was soaked with my juices. I smelled them easily. I saw them dripping towards my knees and the floor. Dripping wet on my knees like this, I felt like a slut.

Yet I couldn't be. That's exactly what I told him.... or rather asked him, "Am I a slut? I mean.... Can I be your girlfreind? Please."

Something inside me had broken out, and it was screaming. It didn't speak words, but it made itself known through action. My hand squeezed his shaft. It bulged between my fingers and he shuddered. 

"Please take it all sweeties. You want to be...." his voice was almost a sob, his hips thrusting forward and wobbling his shaft against the tight circle of my hands.

"Yes." It was just a word, but shattered any chance of a ordinary relationship between us.

"You want to be my girl?"

"Yes." My heart surged. My thighs squeezed together, forcing my walls to pinch together around my three fingers. "I really want you. I always wanted you.... I want to be with you always." I shivered, looking up at the shaft pressed between my hand "I want to take it all into me... in my mouth and in my ...p"

A few words came to mind for that thing.

He stared quizzically at me. IT was probably too much for him; it was too much for me too, I was just running on momentum and lust. "I want it in my .... I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me!"

His eyes popped open wide and his body surged forward. Before I knew it, his thick shaft had pried past my lips and was pumping hard against my tongue. My head bounced helplessly against him, my eyes spinning dizzily. Quick darts into my mouth set it on fire. Long lingering thrusts made my tongue feel like it was melting into him. He fucked my mouth, bucking wildly into my lips, grunting harder and louder as he pushed in deeper. For my part, I slurped noisily and twisting my fingers around inside my slit.

It felt so warm. I jerked. I quivered. A tickle ran down both my legs, and made my toes curl. I came and soon after so did he---in huge white globs down my throat.

I swallowed.

It was nice.

Yet it would be even better. Tommorrow was Valenties. Tommorrow, with him, would be everything I wanted it to be.

It was just the beginning. 

Or was it....

------------------------------- The End -------------------------------



Just the Beginning



I could hear his breath coming in more quickly, deeper in his chest and I knew he was close to being out of control. But I wanted this moment to last ... I needed to savor it. Sliding my tongue across his parted lips, I captured his lower one into my mouth, sucking it deep in a smooth, pulsing motion, giving him a hint of what I was about to do just a little lower down. 

I felt his fingers dig into my hips as his cock pulsed against my belly. It wouldn't be long.

Inching down his body in such a slow motion so that he could feel my entire form pressed intimately against his, his lip slipped out of my mouth with a satisfying {pop}and I heard him groan. My fingers slid down his well-muscled chest, my nails scoring his flesh as further down I went.

I managed to go teasingly slow, the muscles in my legs screaming at me to go ahead and kneel but I wanted him to enjoy the savoring moment I was having exploring his body as I descended. My tongue lapped at his flesh, swirling around his hardened nipples, the mere knowledge that his nipples could harden as much as mine causing me to draw one into my mouth, chewing on it gently before my mouth moved southward.

Glancing up, I could see he was lost in the moment. His hands moved to my hair, grasping the soft auburn strands that sent an electric shock right down between my thighs, causing my pussy to flood with nectar that called his name. His eyes were one moment watching with fascination as if they couldn't get enough of watching me descend on him and then closing as a groan of satisfaction got the best of him.

I was driving him towards the brink of temporary insanity and loved every minute of it.

I finally found my way to my knees before him and I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he anticipated my mouth on him. But I wanted to take a moment to extend the pleasure as I gaze at him. He was incredible. I don't care what they say about length ... you can be ten inches but if you are as thin as a pretzel, what's the use? 

Martin ... god damn! I'm not sure how thick he was but it was enough to make my mouth water. He was going to be so fucking tight inside of me. My lips were going to get a workout just from stretching around his girth. 

I loved the way his cock looked as my fingers reached out to touch it ... to stroke it. The head was thick and smooth, turning a delectable shade of purple from the blood throbbing up through his length. And he was beginning to ooze precum from my deliberate teasing. 

I dipped my forefinger into the small pool glistening on the head, using it to spread the thick sticky substance around on his head. I was rewarded with a deep groan and his fingers trying to push my head closer. I glanced up with a grin. "Eager, baby?" I whispered in a soft husky caress.

He could only groan as his hips thrust forward. I knew what that meant.

My tongue darted out against the head, lapping at the sticky cream he was starting to create like it was the icing on a hot cinnamon bun straight out of the oven. My fingers curled around the base of his seven and a half inch cock, tightening to apply pressure and hold it still. I wanted to lick it like a giant lollipop and knew it was going to drive him over the edge.

I knew he wanted me to take it in my mouth. I could feel it in the pressure of his fingers in my hair, pushing my head closer to his ultimate goal. I could sense it in the ragged breathing that washed over me as he stood above my kneeling form. I could see it in the small thrusts of his hips that fought my hold on his throbbing member.

But he was going to have to wait. I wanted him crazy.

My tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the drizzle of precum that had leaked out, a soft murmur of appreciation drifting from my lips. He had just the right combination of sweetened salt that made me want more. Glancing up at his face twisted in a sensual grimace of need, my tongue pressed to the underside of his cock, right along that huge vein that pulsed blood into his engorged head and slowly drug it downwards to where my hand was wrapped around his girth.

"Oh god," was my reward and I saw his eyes glass over. It wouldn't be long.

Then again, upwards my tongue drug over his pulsing, throbbing flesh to swirl around the head once more. 

"Take it," he gasped, his hands pushing my head downwards. "Cyn, take it," he pleaded.

Oh, I would but not just yet.

I smiled, raking my teeth gently over the head that made his whole body jerk and a sharp gasp escape from his lips. I was going to love driving him to the brink of insanity.

And then again ... the slow dragging of my tongue down to where my hand gently squeezed and then released around his girth, this time stopping to lick his shaven balls, a soft purr rumbling from my throat that sent shivers of delight through him. 

"I can't ... take ... much more," he groaned. And I knew he couldn't.

Capturing one ball in my mouth, I toyed with it, my tongue batting at it, rolling it gently in my mouth. His breathing was ragged, coming in faster and I could feel his balls beginning to swell. I knew I had to hurry if I was going to capture the impending release that was building within him.

Dragging my tongue back up the length of him, leaving behind a slippery coating of my saliva, my mouth descended on the thick, swollen head that was throbbing unmercifully. I heard his cry of pleasure as my lips locked just beneath the ridge of the mushroom-shaped head, suckling gently at first and then increasing my pressure as my hand started to stroke him.

His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, pushing my mouth further down on him as he groaned, the sound rumbling from his chest like a fog horn lifting from the darkness. "I'm going to cum," he said, his voice in delicious agony.

I braced myself for the explosion that I could feel swelling and churning in his cock as it trembled and then hardened to a rigid pole trapped between my lips. My hand moved faster, urging the surge that started in the swollen depths of his balls. My lips braced around him, determined to take what all he had to give me as I sucked him harder as if I could drain him completely with the vacuum I was creating around his sensitive head.

And then it came, rolling on the tumulus wave of his roar of approval. I was shocked at the amount of thick, sticky liquid that burst into my mouth. I was stunned momentarily but had to recover quickly or I was going to lose his load. One hand shot to his ass, holding on as my mouth and throat went into overdrive, trying to consume his load with gulp after gulp. I was afraid for a moment that I would choke on the amount and intensity of it.

His groans and moans of delight were enough to make me work harder not to lose my hold on his cock. I wanted to take every drop of it, closing my eyes to block the tears from the intensity of his release. My hand continued to work him, pumping him dry as my lips trembled around my vise-like grip on the head, swallowing as fast as I could. I wish I had the time to savor it but I was in high speed trying to keep up with it!

He shuddered and I felt his hand pull slowly back, taking my hair with them and my still working mouth was pulled off his still hard cock. I couldn't help but whimper, my tongue darting out over my lips as I eyed it. I could have kept going.

"God damn, Cyn," he breathed, looking down at me with this expression that if I didn't know better I would have labeled 'love'. "What are you doing to me?" he asked in wonder.

I glanced up at him, a smile curling upwards on my lips as my fingers slowly traveled up the length of his cock. "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet," I whispered.



Just The Beginning



When my wife and I were first married, my nipples were so sensitive I wouldn't even let my wife touch them. Over many years, she worked diligently to make me overcome that. She worked very patiently, desensitizing them and teaching me to enjoy having them touched. She discovered that not only were my nipples very sensitive, but they were like little magic keys. With them, she could get such amazing results; she could turn me on so much that she could get me to do almost anything she wanted. Playing with my nipples for extended periods seemed to make me feel submissive, but I never told my wife that.

One night a couple of years ago, I was sleeping in hot weather without a top on. Somehow my wife bound my wrists to the top of our bed while I was half awake. When I awoke fully, she was naked, gently teasing my nipples. She just touched one with the tip of her finger and rolled it sensuously, until it got as hard as a little cherry pit. As my eyes opened, she smiled and spoke very sweetly to me. She told me that she was taking control and was sooo glad that my nipples were now so sensitive that she could get her way with me through them.

She played with them long enough to get my cock hard as steel, and as I got more and more turned on and began to squirm from it, she told me that she wanted me to want to please her, to desperately need to please her. When I nodded and told her that was what I wanted, she smiled and said, "Good, now we can get serious." 

She gave me a deep kiss wherein she forced her tongue into my mouth, dueling with mine. Her aggressiveness surprised me a bit, but I thought this was all going to some kind of a game so I played along. She then slowly got up, turned around, and lowered her bottom onto my face, while facing my feet. I watched her pussy approach and I was so turned on, while her scent made me want to please her even more. As her bottom approached, her pussy lips separated and opened like the petals of a rare flower. Gradually she sat down quite firmly and made sure her clit was squarely between my lips, even wiggling her hips back and forth a little to make a good seal. This put my nose right into her hot and very wet pussy hole. She ground her hips and worked them back and forth, making sure her clit got a good rub from both my pursed lips and my busy tongue. I wanted so badly to please her. I tried and tried by alternately sucking and then rubbing her hardened clit, but it seemed that she was the one who running things, taking charge by rocking and rolling her hips. When she rolled her hips forward and back, it was if she were fucking my pursed lips with her clit. I was in heaven.

Apparently this worked because I could feel her beginning to speed up, pressing her pussy to my mouth harder. All of a sudden, she froze and I could hear her sounds of ecstasy. She made little squealing sound, trying to stifle the louder sounds she normally makes when she cums. I could tell it was a good cum for her though.

After her orgasm subsided, I tried to suck her clit a little more but she must have been too sensitive because she moved forward just enough for my mouth to be lined up with her wet hole. I got the hint and inserted my tongue into it a few times, trying to fuck her with my tiny, wet, cock substitute. When her clit had been in my mouth, her pussy hole was centered over my nose, forcing my nose into her a little. Now that she had moved, my nose was pressing her tight little brown flower. When she wiggled a little, my nose rubbed her rubbery anus. (I assumed that she had gotten up from bed just before our little tryst, because her ass smelled slightly of her bath soap.)

Meanwhile, my poor, hard cock was waving in the air with nothing to please it but my wife's occasional stroking. After she calmed down from her climax, she got up off my face, which by then was glistening wet with her juices.

She switched position, with her very wet pussy over my hard cock. She reached down and slipped me into her and began grinding away. I could tell that she was enjoying it by her increasing breathing rate. 

She then warned me not to cum or I would "pay a severe price." She continued fucking away and both of us knew I wouldn't be able to hold out. Just after she came again and I was approaching a powerful orgasm, she got off me. My wet cock fell out of her with a splat and bounced against my stomach.

She bent down and took it into her mouth and sucked me for all she was worth. There was no way in creation that I was going to be able to resist, but just to make sure, she began to use her hand, stroking the part of my cock she couldn't fit into her sweetly sucking mouth. The wetness our fucking had created worked very well as a lubricant for her hand, which was working quite hard on the bottom 4 or 5 inches of my desperately hard phallus.

Of COURSE I came. And I came hard ... with lots of cum. I could feel spurt after spurt. The first two spurts shot with so much intensity, not only could I feel the ejaculation with great detail they almost hurt. As I began calming down, starting to breathe normally and coming back to earth, she moved up to my face and kissed me squarely on the mouth, forcing my lips apart. She then pushed all of my just spent cum into my mouth. "Swallow it. Swallow all of it," she commanded. "And you'd better get used to it, because this will become a regular thing for you. And it's just the beginning..."



Just the Beginning



As I step off the plane, head to the baggage claim, and look around, I pull a picture of you in my mind. You might not recognize me, but I have no doubt that I will you. A small smile crosses my face as I see you anxiously scanning the crowd, trying to pick me out.

I move in closer, from the side, until I'm standing right next to you, and whisper your name. You jump, obviously not expecting me to know who you are, or being able to sneak up on you like that. At five six, I'm not exactly diminutive. Your eyes widen as you take in what I'm wearing.

Delicate sandals encase bare feet, with painted toenails, leading up bare skin. My legs are free of nylon, or other obstacles. About four inches above my knee, my skirt begins -- classic schoolgirl, with lots of pleats, and hanging just right. A white button up shirt, a touch too small, completed the picture, with the buttons over my breasts straining just enough to get your attention for a minute. Then, your gaze continues up to my face, where bright blue eyes are filled with mischief, and red wisps of hair are hanging around my face, where it isn't pulled back into a clip.

I slide one gentle hand up your chest, encircling the back of your neck, pulling you to me for a light kiss. As we move along the hallway, I notice a small niche in the wall. Pulling you over to it, I put my back to the niche, so I'm partially hidden. As I pull you to me for another kiss, this one more insistent, I take my left hand, and use it to guide your right hand to my leg, then up my skirt.

Imagine your surprise, when I slide your hand up me leg, and you find that I don't like to wear underwear...particularly when I'm traveling. As I manipulate your hand, still escalating the kiss, you manage to slip one finger in my slit. I am already wet, and ready for you, and I can feel your instant erection.

I push you away, mission accomplished. With an impish grin, I now lead the way to baggage, picking up my bag as it comes around the carousel. You gallantly take it from me, carrying it as you lead the way to your vehicle, parked in the lot. It is late evening, and dark outside. The far side of the vehicle is in shadow. We walk around the car, into the darkness, and you open the door. In response, I take the bag, and put it in the backseat, then spin around. We are chest to chest, nose to nose. With a grin, I lean back against the car, and grab the front of your shirt, pulling you to me. I plunge into your mouth, exploring, tasting, and sucking on your tongue. I hook my right leg around your hip, pulling you as close as I can, heedless of the fact that my skirt is short enough that I am flashing anyone who happens to walk by. I move your left hand to my rear, making sure you are under my skirt, to help steady me, then your right hand to my tit. As you pull on my nipple, it becomes hard as a small pebble and I moan softly into your mouth.

I allow this to go on for several minutes, before pushing you away, very gently. I know you are hard, but I want to torment you as long as I can. As we get into the car, our breathing just a little rough, we attempt small talk. It is about a twenty minute drive to the hotel where I am staying. As we leave the parking lot, I ask you to continue to make conversation, as I continue my torture.

I reach over, and very softly, rub your dick through your jeans. It is hard, and straining at the denim, and your words falter, so I remove my hand. You ask me not to; promise that you will do as you're told. Warning you that I will stop if you do not, we continue. I lean over in the seat, and delicately lick the outer edge of your ear. When you gasp, but continue talking, I return my hand to your cock. Using both hands, I slowly move the zipper down, then release the button. Extracting your dick from your underwear, I run the edge of one fingernail along it. Precum is already dripping from the tip, and I eagerly spread it around, before licking my fingers.

As I rub you softly, I watch your face. You are having a hard time watching the road, and your skin is flushed. Your breathing is harder, and I can tell that you want so desperately to do or say something about how I am teasing you, but you are resisting the urge. I am very pleased with this, and ask you to pull over for a bit.

You comply. As you stop the car, I unbuckle my seatbelt, lean over, and take you all the way into my mouth. I don't stop until you hit the back of my throat, and you gasp, harshly. As I lick and suck you, I can feel you start to come. You've earned it, for now. Moving back to just the tip, I let you finish what I've started.

It takes you a moment to recover, as I move back into my seat, watching you. I love watching a man, right after he has come. You regain your composure, and we continue on to the hotel.

I check in, and you are hanging back a little, letting me take care of all the details. I get the key to my room, and you follow me to the elevator. Entering the room, we see the king size bed, the small sitting area, and the bathroom. You follow me into the room, setting the bag where I direct you, on the desk at the end of the room. Then, standing at the foot of the bed, I beckon you closer.

This kiss is gentle, an exploration. We have all weekend, before I have to go home. I give you free reign to discover my body, as long as you are gentle. For now.

Your hands slide up into my hair, releasing it from the clip. Red and gold strands fall in gentle waves down my back, stopping just under my shoulder blades. Soft as silk, you whisper, as it slips through your fingers, then your hands move to cup my face. I am content to let you take charge for a bit. Then, you move your hands lower, to where my shirt is buttoned over my breasts. Each alone is more than a handful, and you slide a palm over each nipple, which instantly becomes erect. You knead each tit, steadily increasing pressure, until you feel my gasp. This is what I have been waiting for.

I order you to stop, and strip. I see the confusion mask your face, before understanding dawns. With a light grin, you obey, taking your time in removing your clothes. I ask you to lie back on the bed, and I will return in a moment. Moving into the bathroom, I strip off my shirt, then bra, before replacing the shirt. I take off my sandals, and twist my hair back, so it's out of the way, before moving back into the main room.

You are stretched out on the bed, almost unconsciously stroking yourself. I am very displeased, and let you know. I threaten to leave, get on a plane and just go home. You stop immediately, begging me not to go, promising to let me handle everything. I tell you to put your hands behind your head, and you are not allowed to move them until I give you permission.

I wait until your hands are behind your head, and you are comfortable. Nudging you, I get you to open up, so I can move up and kneel between your legs. You are allowed to respond, but not initiate, or touch. I place tiny kisses on your eyes, nose, and then lips, lingering for a bit there, before moving to your chin, neck and chest. Knowing what you like, I blow warm air across each nipple, before just touching the tip of my tongue to each one, teasing them. I rub my own across your belly, the thin fabric of my shirt separating us, tantalizing for both.

Moving lower, I gently nip the edge of your belly button, testing your resolve not to move, chuckling softly when all you do is gasp. Your breathing has become harsher, and I can feel the tension in your body, as you struggle to not move.

Moving lower, I brush my nipples along your cock, which has gotten hard again. I run my hands down your legs, feeling the muscles clench, as I nibble along the inside of your thighs, just brushing my cheek along your nuts.

Abruptly sitting up, I move so I am straddling your stomach. With the tops of my feet on your thighs, I am sitting on my knees, centered over your belly button. Reaching to my shirt, I slowly undo one button at a time, revealing breasts the size of large melons, nipples like the tip of a pencil, dusky colored against the paleness of my skin. I drop the shirt off the side of the bed, naked from the waist up. Your skin feels cool between my legs, as I am hot and bothered myself. I can feel my juices oozing out onto your belly, before running down the sides of your abdomen. 

Placing a hand on the wall over your head, I offer one nipple to you, letting you take it into your mouth, instructing you to roll it around your tongue, before sucking on it. The nipple gets harder, if that is possible. Pulling that one free, I offer you the other. You latch on, and I gasp, enjoying the feel of your mouth, smooth as velvet, on throbbing nipples.

Popping my nipple out of your mouth, you growl in protest, as I moan. I come back up for a kiss, plundering your mouth, rough and needy. I slide my hips back a little, just teasing the tip of your cock against my clit, rubbing back and forth, the friction and stimulation exquisite, and we both groan, breaking the kiss.

I slip just the tip of your dick in my pussy, and then squeeze with the vaginal muscles, watching your eyes close, and feeling your breathing grow harsher. My own catches in my chest, before I suddenly take you all the way in. As I ride you, one...two...three strokes, I rake my fingernails down your chest, catching your nipples...enough to leave marks, but not hard enough to cause a lot of pain. 

You gasp, and I feel you jerk inside me, as your hands start to move out from behind your head, your hips to jerk. I stop, and a whimper escapes your throat. In a low voice, I remind you of the deal. All you can do is nod, as your hands no longer move, and your eyes are closed. Sweat is dripping off both our bodies.

Using my nose, I nudge your chin up just a little, allowing me access to your throat. I have not moved, and I can feel you shaking, trying to keep from moving yourself. Very delicately, I run the tip of my tongue along your throat, before planting a kiss to the base of your throat, right where I can see your pulse beating wildly. Moving up, I stop at your Adam's apple, pausing just long enough to wrap my lips, and teeth, around it. I feel you swallow; I lick it, before moving back up to where I can see your face.

As gently as possible, I nibble and suck on your lower lip, rocking my hips just a little. I know I am tormenting you, and you love it. I chuckle, as you realize I am causing myself as much torture as I am you.

Hooking a leg behind yours, and a hand behind your should, I flip over, taking you with me. You can use your hands to balance yourself, but do not thrust your hips. Now in missionary, I could allow you to take charge. Making you watch, though....

I gather my tits in my hands, bringing my nipples to my mouth, sucking on one, then the other, making sure they are still perky. Then, I slide my hands down my ribcage, to where our bodies are pressed together. Moving my skirt out of the way, I play with the hair leading down to your cock, before reaching a little further, and tickling your nuts. I lift my hips, and then lower them, riding you from underneath, making you wait, trapping my hand between us.

Stopping, I instruct you to move to your knees. So my ass is slightly between them, and your hands are free. You have been perfect, I purr, offering my tits to you for your pleasure. Arching into your hands, I am enjoying the feel of you kneading, pinching, and pulling on them. My nipples are rock hard, and I encourage you to pinch them until I gasp.

That is the spur...I thrust my hips upwards, taking you as deep as I can, moving my hand so I am playing with my clit. You begin thrusting with me, into me, harder, and faster. I've almost teased you for to long. As I feel myself coming to the edge, moaning, and rubbing harder, you start to spasm. You come, hard, which sends me over the edge, crying out your name.

You collapse on top of me, then laugh, and roll onto your side. Smiling sleepily, I curl up against you, my back to your chest, and pull your arm around me, so you are cupping my tit. We snuggle for a while, not talking much, and then drop off to sleep. It has been a very long day.

A couple of hours later, I wake up to hear you snoring softly in my ear. Smiling, I get up and go to the bathroom, trying very hard to be quiet. I clean up a bit, and then smile wickedly. Grabbing a washcloth, I run it under very warm water. As I open the door, I'm happy to hear you snoring still. Crawling carefully on the bed, I take the damp rag, and wrap it around your balls and dick.

As you jerk awake, I wrap my lips around your rapidly growing pole, taking it and your balls into my mouth, and just holding them there. As you grow harder, I release you long enough to give you some ideas. I'm on my back, and clean. Let's see what you can do with tile. And I wink, before pulling you back into my mouth.

With a groan, you roll over, so you are straddling my head, and have free access to my pussy, which is already dripping in expectation. I let you play, explore, taste. I feel you take that first, tentative taste, then a long, slow lick, from clit through slit. I moan my appreciation, still sucking on your dick, humping my hips up to encourage you to continue.

As I lick, so do you, sucking when I do. I start leading the way, using my hands to stroke you, which allows you to put one finger, then two deep inside me. I focus my mouth on the head of your cock, and you lick, and then suck on my clit, still looking for that elusive spot. You hump your hips down, forcing me to take you deeper into my throat, and I suck harder. As I run my tongue around the crest of your penis, you hit it, that spot, just right, and my clit swells in between your lips. Moaning and shaking, I feel my orgasm explode out of me, clamping down on your fingers and groaning around your dick. This seems to trigger yours, and I feel you gushing into my mouth. I swallow, as much as I am able, and suck you clean, not letting you relax, or go soft.

I keep you hard, and maintain suction, rolling over as you do. I move so you have access to my tits, and let you play with them, as I massage and deep throat you. I jump a little, as I feel you penetrate my ass with your finger, then relax, and let you do what you will. I push my hips back, meeting your hand. When your thumb starts hitting my clit, I come again, the sounds coming out of my mouth muffled by your cock, still lodged deep in my throat.

I pull away from you, sliding to the end of bed. I put one leg on the floor, leaving the other on the bed, spreading myself open for you. You move around behind me, pushing my shoulders down, forcing my hands to the edge of the bed, so as to not fall. It is your turn to tease me, as I feel your hands on my hips, the tip of your cock just teasing my pussy. My turn to beg. I can hear the smile in your voice, as you whisper what you are going to do to me, leaving me hanging, leaning back as I try to impale myself on your dick.

Your hands tighten, and you slam home into me, using your upper body strength, in addition to your hips. I feel every thrust, my own excitement mounting as you go harder, deeper. Both of us are moaning now, release impending. You drive home one last time, stiffening as we orgasm together, collapsing forward onto the bed.

The sky is lightening in the east as we crawl through the shower, too tired to enjoy it right now, before climbing into bed, under the covers, for some much needed rest. It's going to be a long weekend.



Just the Beginning



It was finally Friday and Daryl had butterflies in his stomach the whole afternoon at work. He could barely keep his voice steady when his wife called him from the airport to say she was about to board her plane. When he got home that evening he went straight to the garage, to the little beat up metal shelf at the back. His hands were shaking so much he dropped the tiny key twice before he got it in the hole. He reached in and pulled out the pale pink rectangular package, his heart was thudding in chest and he felt his face flush as the memory of his shopping expedition flooded back to him. All the other times he had played he used his wife things but this was the first week he was alone since he got the courage to indulge his fantasy. Today everything would be perfect and he had all the time in the world.

In the bedroom he placed the package on the bed and lifted the cover. Nestled in the pink crepe paper were the items he had chosen for this night: a pair of pink satin panties with a touch of white lace on the waist band and a sheer white teddy with pale pink frilled edges. His cock throbbed just looking at them. He stripped off his work clothes dropping them on the floor, never taking his eyes off the items on the bed. He lifted the pink panties, savoring the feel beneath his fingers, then he stepped into them and started pulling them up. He gasped at the feel of that soft satin against his skin. The material slid up his legs and he whimpered as it touched his balls and glided over his already hard cock. He had to pause for a moment, close his eyes and catch his breath. Then he reached down and picked up the teddy and lifted it over his head. It dropped around his torso like a whisper, so soft and light.

Daryl walked towards the full length mirror; his breathing was hard as he watched himself. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach and over the hard bulge in the satin panties. He could tell he wasn't going to last long but that was okay, he had the whole weekend. His hand stroked up and down over his satin clad cock. He sank to his knees, tipped his head back and sighed as he melted into the moment.

"Daryl?"

He snapped his head around and dropped his hand from his cock. Standing there in the doorway was his wife.

"Daryl, what are you doing?"

He tried to talk, to move, to hide himself, to do something but he just knelt there frozen and gaping. His head felt woolen and heavy at the same time. Janice stepped into the room, still looking at him with that puzzled yet calm expression.

"Daryl?" This time she said his name slower and there was a hint of steel in her voice that he never heard before. He tried standing up but his legs threatened to fail him so he resorted to just turning around on his knees to face her, his hands fluttering about as he tried to hide what was already in plain sight.

"I... uh... Jan, it's..." His pathetic attempt at speech faded away as he watched the corners of her mouth curl up into a small smile. She walked to the bed and sat down on the edge, crossing her legs and smoothing her tan skirt over her thighs.

"You can stop Daryl. I know." His face dropped.

"Well, I had some very strong suspicions which have clearly been confirmed." She said with a sweeping gesture in his direction.

"Now..." She leaned forward so her face was closer to his and reached out to caress his cheek.

"The question is: where do we go from here?" Daryl opened his mouth to try and answer her but before he could get anything out she burst out laughing.

"No, no Daryl. You misunderstand. That was a rhetorical question." She chuckled again and stood up.

"Now stay here while I go and get ready." She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. When she came back out she had taken off her skirt and blouse and was left in a pair of black lace panties, matching bra and black heels. However, the item that caught Daryl's attention was the large black strap-on she had put on. Her smile widened as she watched him gape.

"Impressive isn't it? This is just the five inch attachment but I am sure we will work you up to the larger sizes in no time." She walked over to him in slow measured steps, making sure he got a good look at what was in store for him.

"Stand up Daryl" He just stared up at her blankly.

"Now!" She barely raised her voice but he stood up this time. Jan held his gaze as she reached out and grabbed his cock, which despite everything was still rock hard. She gave it a hard squeeze.

"Glad to see someone is paying attention. Now get over to the dresser, bend over and place your hands flat on the top." Daryl did as he was told. Jan followed him and stood behind him.

"Look up so you can see me in the mirror." He looked up, watching her standing behind him in the mirror. He could only see her from the waist up but he could feel the strap-on brush against his ass as she moved. She reached around him and opened a drawer, and took out a small bottle of lube. She held her hand open and poured some onto her palm. Keeping her eyes locked on his in the mirror she began to stroke the lube onto her strap-on. With her other hand she pulled his satin panties to the side. His heart was loud in his chest and he could feel a damp spot begin to spread on his panties. Jan placed her hand on the small of his back and with the other she guided the strap-on to his waiting ass. At first she slid in just a quarter of an inch and then stopped. His knees buckled and he almost lost it. She reached around and squeezed his balls.

"Not just yet" She whispered. Then she pushed into him one inch at a time until her strap on was buried in his ass. She let go of his balls, grabbed his hips and began a slow steady rhythm. As his breath began to quicken and his body shudder, she bent over him, pressing her breasts against his back. She sped up her pace and with each thrust she whispered in his ear:

"This..." in.

"is..." out.

"just..." in.

"the..." out.

"beginning."



Just the Beginning



I'm sitting alone at a hotel bar, feeling kind of sad and maybe a little lonely and just minding my own business. You tap me on the shoulder and ask if you can sit next to me. "Sure," I say, and don't really think anything about it. I mean, the place isn't overly crowded, but there are only a couple of seats left at the bar proper... I certainly don't think you're looking for anything other than a place to sit.

I give you the once-over as you're getting comfortable. What can I say? I'm a guy and guys do that sort of thing. You're pretty, and it's not that fake pretty that you can buy in the cosmetics department; just a little bit of lipstick. Glasses, but that's cool... I can dig on a chick with glasses. Brunette hair with blond highlights, shoulder-length. Style of dress... call it "casually fabulous". By that I mean you're not all dressed-to-kill but you look pretty damn good, anyway; tight jeans and a pink sweater not cut too low. You're not trying to impress anyone, but you're making an impression all the same. It looks like you have a nice body... kind of tiny, but I dig on that, too. I figure you're just waiting for a friend, or maybe you've been out exploring the town and stopped in for a nightcap before you head back to your room.

You sit and order a glass of white zinfandel, and I turn my attention back to my drink... something called an oatmeal cookie. I know, it sounds like kind of a pussy drink but I like oatmeal cookies, dammit, and if I can drink something that tastes like an oatmeal cookie and get a buzz, too, that's like killing two birds with one stone. I glance at the t.v. Some game is on but I don't even know who's playing. I was just there wasting time, trying to put off going back to my room alone. Sometimes alone is good, but I've had a lot of alone in my life and right now I wasn't in the mood to just have myself for company.

I turn my attention back to you and I notice that your glass of wine is at about half-mast. My cookie is about gone. I have a little internal debate about whether or not to get another because I've already had a couple, and the cookie wins. I look around for the bartender and see that now your glass is empty, too. If not for the cookies that I'd already "eaten" I wouldn't even consider this, but I ask if I can get you another. I fully expect a "No, thanks," in reply and I'm mildly surprised when you respond in the affirmative.

I give the bartender the order and start sending little conversational "feelers" out to you. Where are you from? What do you do? This isn't normal behavior for me, especially around a pretty woman. Praise Allah for alcohol. What surprises me even more than the fact that I'm asking you these things is that you're answering and even asking me things about myself. An honest-to-God conversation with someone was certainly an unexpected turn of events.

We get another round of drinks and move to a booth where we can be more comfortable. Another round of drinks as we sit there looking at each other and I'm not sure what has me higher, the booze or gazing into your eyes. I realize that since we moved the conversation has turned a little more intimate... and then I realize with something akin to horror that I just said something about oral sex. Fuck! I'm trying to think... what did I just say? I had gotten so caught up in the moment that I let my tongue get away from my brain, and now I'd just fucked everything up beyond all recognition.

"Did you really just ask me if I like to have my pussy eaten?"

Jesus Christ!! It was way worse than I even thought.

"I... I guess I did. I'm sorry. I think maybe I've had too much to drink. I should probably head back to my room."

I look down in embarrassment and mumble a couple more things like how you're so pretty and I just wasn't thinking and yada, yada and decide that I should just probably shut the fuck up and hope you don't slap me or break your wine glass over my head before you leave. After a couple of seconds that feel like an eternity, I feel your hand on mine and you tell me it's OK. I cautiously look back up at you. You look a little flushed, but you've still got a bit of a smile on your face and I begin to think that it really is OK. You lean forward a little.

"Can I tell you something?" The blush on your cheeks begins to deepen as if you are the one that should be embarrassed about something. "I do happen to like that, and it's been far too long since I've enjoyed that particular pleasure."

My mind reels, looking for the appropriate response. I quickly rule out, "No shit?" You have to be smoother than that, dumb-ass. If you play your cards just right, you might end up getting some for the first time in God knows how long. The trouble is, I'm not exactly Cary Grant. As I begin to stammer a reply, it's my turn again to feel all blushy and stuff.

"Umm... well... if you want to come up to my room... I'd be happy to show you what it feels like again."

My heart is pounding and I feel like my whole head must look as red as a beet as I wait to see what you're going to say or do. You squeeze my hand tighter and begin to rise, then you lean over and whisper, "Let's go," into my ear.

The journey to my room is a blur. We nervously chatter away about anything and everything and your hand is still in mine. The old couple sharing the elevator watches us with a knowing look and I catch our reflection in the glass as the car shoots up into the night sky. It occurs to me that we look like newlyweds. Not a young married couple for sure, but two people who found each other a bit late and are still in the thrall of unexplored passion. That thought continues to play in my head... I find it calming somehow and by the time we get to my door I'm not nervous at all. Excited, yes, as the slight bulge in my pants gives testimony to, but nervous, no.

We enter the room and you're immediately drawn to the view. The curtains are open and the huge window looks out over the ocean. The moon lights your path through the room; you go over to gaze out at the night while I get things situated. Door locked, drinks, shoes off, radio on something soft and romantic. I start to turn the lights on but I decide that the moonlight will do just fine. I join you by the window and slip my arm around you, my hand grabbing yours on the other side. There's no one on the beach and the moon is so full and bright that it seems to be shining just for us.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Absolutely stunning," I reply, but I'm not looking out the window anymore. You turn towards me and you blush again at the realization that I was talking about you. I lean down and kiss you softly on the lips. I pull you close with both arms and our kiss grows more intense, lips teasing each other and tongues darting. I kiss you on the cheek and the neck, trailing kisses up to your ear. "Are you sure you want this?" I whisper, and by way of response you kiss me again, hard, your tongue probing into my mouth and against mine.

I move around behind you, arms around your waist. It feels good holding you like that, and you must like it, too, because you push back against my hardness and shimmy a little. I kiss the back of your neck and my hands move up to your breasts. Your nipples are already as hard as diamonds as I brush against them and I realize you're not wearing a bra.

"No bra," I whisper... "did you go out tonight looking for something like this?"

"No," you say quietly and I can hear a hint of embarrassment creeping into your voice. "I'm just kind of... small.. up there, so I don't always bother with one."

"Can I see them?"

We part and turn towards each other as you pull your sweater over your head and drape it across the chair. You look out the window. I guess you're still embarrassed and wondering what my reaction is going to be. You're so damn beautiful and you don't even know it.

"Hey," I say, and softly touch your cheek to turn your face to mine, "they're perfect." To emphasize the point I lean down and place a kiss on each hard little nipple and another on your mouth, pulling you close again. Our tongues play against each other; my hands slide down down your back to cup your ass and I delight in the fact that you do the same to me. One hand pulls away and I moan into your mouth as it moves around to caress my cock through my pants.

It feels so good and I want to fuck you so badly, but I remember there was a certain promise that got you here in the first place.

"OK, baby... it's time for me to lick that pussy." My words surprise me a little, especially pussy. In the confidence that seems to have come with my newly found calm, though, they feel right. Only a short time ago I was ashamed to be using that word in the presence of a woman but now it excited me. Pussy. If you'd told me this morning that tonight I'd be going down on a beautiful woman I'd have laughed in your face. "That is why you're here, isn't it? For me to eat your lovely little pussy?"

You give my cock another little squeeze. "I think I want some of this, too, but yes, that's what got me here. I want to feel your tongue all over my pussy." You seem to revel in the word as much as I had.

"Let's get comfortable, baby,"

I start to undress, moving towards the bed. I'm down to my underwear by the time I sit down on the side of the bed. I have a moment of self consciousness as I realize you were watching me, but it passes. I reach out for your hand and pull you to me. "Come on," I say, laughing. "Let's get these pants off."

I undo the button and unzip your jeans and slide them down over your bottom. They fall to the floor and you lean on me for support as you pull your shoes and socks and pants off. While you work on disrobing I let my hands roam up and down your body. I cup your ass and stroke your legs and you sigh as my hand travels up the inside of your thigh. Approaching the top I can feel your heat and I consider stopping there. Your sigh turns to a moan as I move on up and begin rubbing my fingers up and down across the smooth fabric between your legs. Your panties are already wet and I can smell your sex.

You stand before me naked except for your panties. Glorious. I roll you over me on the bed and wind up on top of you, kissing you, my hard cock pressing against your leg. I kiss both sides of your neck and begin to move down your body. I get to your breasts and cover them with kisses. I suckle briefly on your nipples and you gasp as I graze one of them with my teeth. Any other time I'd spend some time playing there, but there's a sense of urgency now. I'm a man on a mission.

I kiss my way on down your body, pausing only briefly to tongue your belly button and then the time has come. I grasp the top of your red silk panties and pull. You lift yourself up to allow me to get them past your butt and then raise your legs up and together so that I can pull them off and toss them into the corner.

I move down, climbing in between your legs and spreading them. Your scent is intoxicating and I want to dive right in, but I make myself stop and take at least a moment to look at what I'm about to devour. My cock jumps and I groan when I see that you're shaved. You have kind of an innocent look about you, so I had no idea what to expect. Your lips are slightly puffy and everything is pink and glistening in your arousal. I look up at you and you're watching me in expectation. "You have a beautiful pussy, baby... I'm going to enjoy this as much as I hope you do."

I move in and lick the top of your inner thigh. You're so turned on that even the skin there is a little dewy. I smile to myself, thinking, "She should have a little tattoo here that says, 'Slippery When Wet'," and then I place gentle kisses all over your mound, careful not to touch any of the real "hot" spots. You moan slightly and I smile again because I know your pleasure is just beginning.

I really can't wait any longer to taste you. I stick my tongue out and you moan again as I swirl it around your pussy. You taste so sweet... I lick one side of the opening and then capture the lip in between mine, sucking on it lightly. Your hips lift slightly and I feel your body shiver in delight. I kiss the other lip and then take them both into my mouth, sucking up the sweet nectar that's now flowing more freely from inside of you.

I stick out my tongue and press my face into you, trying to get my tongue in as far as I can and wiggling it around. I back off and then press into you again once, twice, three more times. You moan each time and the sound thrills me. My cock is as hard as a diamond in an ice storm, as Ricky Bobby would say. I settle into a steady rhythm, in and out, fucking you with my tongue.

"Ooohhh..., " you sigh. "That feels so good."

Your hips buck off the bed as if you're trying to force more of me inside you. I put my hands underneath you and grab your ass as I jam my face into you one last time. I hold you to me, wriggling my tongue and you groan as my nose brushes your clit.

"Oh, God!"

I back out and ease you back down to the bed and slide my tongue along the length of your slit. You gasp as I flick it against your clit. I lick you lightly, and you start to moan again as I slide first one finger and then a second one into your pussy.

"Yessss!"

I quickly get into a rhythm with my fingers as I lick and then kiss your nubbin. I begin to suck on it and move my fingers into you harder and a little faster.

"That's it! Fuck me, baby!"

Your hips begin to buck again and your moans intensify, keeping time with my fingers as I plunge them into you. All the while, my mouth has been busy kissing and licking at your clit. I can tell you're getting close.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhh...gonna cum...."

I want to tell you to give it to me, to cum for me, but I don't dare stop what I'm doing with my mouth. Instead I wrap my lips around your clit and suck on it. You buck a couple of more times and then scream and grab my head and pull it tight against you. I quickly switch, rubbing your clit hard with my fingers and sucking on your pussy as your sweet honey explodes into my mouth. I keep sucking and drink down every bit of juice that flows from you as you squeal and twitch, and finally the spasming of your body begins to ease.

I release you from my lips, swallowing the last little bit as I lightly lick at your pussy. Your breathing begins to return to normal and I continue to gently minister to you down there, cleaning you with my tongue. I note that your body is glistening under a light sheen of sweat as I crawl up to where I can look at your face.

"How did I do?"

"Oh, my God," you sigh. "Mm mm... so good." Then you laugh a little. "I should have taken my glasses off. They're all fogged up. I can't see very far without them, though... and I wanted to watch as long as I could."

I grab a tissue from the night stand and hand it to you, settling in next to you. I wrap my arms around you as you take your glasses off and wipe them down.

"I'm glad you like. I normally don't like to brag, but someone once told me I could get paid for what I can do with my tongue."

"I better get my purse," you say, laughing again."Let me see if I have enough for another round."

I laugh along with you. Once again I'm struck by your beauty. Your hazel eyes are sparkling behind your glasses and your skin is glowing. My heart swells with the knowledge that I had something to do with that last part. I pull you tighter against me.

"I'll tell you what. You were such wonderful company tonight that it's on the house. This was so much better than laying here alone watching t.v." Snuggling in against you, I sigh. "Hell, just talking to you down in the bar would have been better than that. This was icing on a very sweet cake."

"I hope you're not trying to tell me that it's almost over," you whisper, looking down and nestling your head into my chest.

"Oh, no," I whisper back as I place your hand on my still-hard shaft. "This is just the beginning."



Just the Beginning



We were lying on the bed, exhausted, covered from head to toe in sweat, my warmth oozing from you as we kissed. My tongue explored your lips just as my hands explored your naked flesh, your chest rising heavily up and down from the exertion moments before. But it was just the beginning.

"We need a shower," you said, your voice thick and your smile wide.

"Yes," I agreed, displaying a mischievous grin, "we do."

And yet we continued to enjoy the feel of one another for just a while longer. Neither of us commented on the obvious -- my cock was still hard. Very.

At last I got up, taking you by the hand. You followed willingly but slowly, your legs still a little shaky from our recent fucking. I started the water in the shower, adjusting it to the right temperature. You embraced me from behind, caressing my sweaty chest with your hands, pushing your breasts against my back, mimicking the way I had pulled you to me not long before, when I came deep inside you.

Your wetness rubbed against my ass, and I could feel your hot breath on my neck. I smiled to myself. You could not feel it because your hands were wrapped around my chest, but my cock pulsed just as you rubbed your wet pussy against me. I should have been spent, but the feel of your body was too much. And I knew it was just the beginning.

The water was perfect. I entered the shower and you followed. My bathtub isn't large, so we had to press close against each other in order to fit. The wetness of your skin brushing over mine was almost too much, and the sight of the water flowing down the curves of your body only reminded me of the way I had touched you only a few minutes earlier, pulling you to me as I climaxed deep inside of you.

"Your turn first," I said, a wanting smile crossing my lips.

You said nothing but simply turned into the flow of the water as I soaped your body up and down, making no attempt to hide my hard erection. I reached around you, pressing my body firmly against you, my cock placed perfectly between your tight ass cheeks. You moaned to yourself just then. You thought I didn't hear it, but I did. It was a low, sensual moan, the kind you make when your nipples are in my mouth or my lips are pressed against your neck.

My hands traced a slippery, soapy path all over your body, ostensibly with the purpose of making you clean. But there was a much dirtier purpose at work, and we both knew it. I enjoyed exploring your body, from your hips to your breasts and down to your thighs, each part of you soft and wet against my fingertips.

I don't know whether it was you who turned me around, or if I did it on my own, but the change in mood was sudden, and powerful. I had finished rinsing the soap from your body but was expecting you to revel in the feel of my hands on your breasts a little while longer. Instead, you whirled around and, wrapping one arm around my back and keeping one hand on my shoulder, spun me so I was facing the wall of the shower, my hands firmly gripping the towel bar, my ass facing you with your back to the shower's spray.

You pressed against me from behind, just as you had before when I was getting the shower ready. But this time there was no playfulness to your actions, only lust. Your hand reached around me, gripping my hardness. The feeling of your hand stroking my cock so soon after my previous orgasm was electrifying. Every sensation felt new, as though your hand were playing tricks with each and every nerve. 

And then, just as I had started to get used to the feel of your breasts against my back and your hand on my cock, you began to fuck me. It happened so suddenly. One minute you were gently massaging my ass with one hand as the other one stroked me, and the next, your finger was pressed against my tight asshole. The combined feeling was almost too much to stand as I opened up for you, so slowly, little by little. At first, you just pressed your finger up against my tight opening, allowing the combined wetness of the water and the soap to lubricate me, but you didn't stop there for long.

You began to press your finger deeper inside me, in circles against the sides of my ass, spreading me open, all the while stroking my throbbing cock. I was so overcome with this new sensation that I couldn't move, I could only stand there in anticipation of more, my back arched, my hands holding on to the towel bar to keep my balance as you pushed yourself inside me.

I let out a low, guttural moan as you took me. I felt myself stretch wide open for your finger, which was already buried to the knuckle. Your heavy, rapid breathing against the back of my neck only added to my excitement as I knew this was turning you on as much as it was me, and soon I was pushing hard against you, wanting more.

"Deeper," was the single word I spoke, the only word that had been spoken since we entered the shower. My legs were shaking. In spite of all my trips to the gym, my thighs and calves could barely hold myself up against this overwhelming power. My moans became louder, and in the back of my mind I realized that you were making your own noises behind me. I recognized them as low, demanding, and intense, the same sounds I make when I'm fucking you hard and without mercy.

At that realization I couldn't help but turn around, I had to see your face. You allowed this to happen while expertly holding yourself inside me, so that you, slightly shorter, were pressed against my upper chest as you continued to finger me. I placed one leg on the edge of the tub, higher than the other, so that you could push inside me even deeper than before. 

Even though you had to look up to make eye contact, there was nothing submissive about your expression -- in your eyes there was only lust. You had recognized the fact that I was yours to fuck mercilessly. I began to ride you, there in the shower, moving up and down on you, as your finger pushed into me from behind and your breasts pushed against me from the front. I can only imagine what it must have looked like to you, my eyes burning with ecstasy, my hardness pressing against your belly as you fucked me. 

Then, suddenly, you looked down. My bathtub was quickly filling with water. It was already up to our ankles. You slowed down the finger-fucking, soon stopping completely. As you removed your finger agonizingly slowly from my ass, you looked up at me, a smile on your face.

"I think that's all for now. But don't worry," you said as you stepped slowly out of the tub, turning back to look at me still standing there, panting with desire, "this is just the beginning."