0 comments/ 86871 views/ 9 favorites The Proposal By: janandjustin This is the continuation of a true story of my wife, Jan, and my relationship and how we got caught-up in a sexual role play situation. We started out with Jan playing the part of a hooker and me playing the part of a john. She was however picked up by one of the management personnel at her place of employment and this led to her becoming his escort and having sex with him for money. She finally ended up spending the night in bed with him and this is where we stopped the last installment due to its length and the turning point that this was in our sex lives. Jan and I were laying in bed, she was clad in only a lacy bra, which she had unclasped and was laying opened at the sides of her breasts, and a matching lacy blue g-string, that was soaking wet with the results of her coupling with Mr. Chuck Hassek, a vice president of the company she worked for as a secretary. The g-string had been pulled off to the side of her pussy by me and I was busy kissing and licking her puffy and used, pink-lipped pussy. Jan was lying with her thighs spread apart on our bed and was relating to me the events of the evening in her new role as escort. I had listened patiently for her to tell her story but my lust and jealousy had grown and I was now urging her to tell me more about the hot sex she had just had with her john. “Chuck and I were cuddling in bed, face-to-face, looking into each others eyes, and he was kissing my neck and stroking my hair and my breasts. He would tease my nipples a bit and then run his finger slowly around the pebbly tip. I was starting to feel myself becoming aroused again from his touch. I had my fingernails lightly scratching his chest and his man-nipples, which were erect from my touches. He and I were talking softly and I was feeling warm and relaxed. “So Jan, have you thought about making this real?” Chuck asked in a low deep voice as he ran a finger up my neck, his eyes locked onto mine. “Making what real Chuck?” I replied with a question. I wondered where this conversation was going. Chuck’s finger now slid around my chin and under my bottom lip. “Becoming an escort. Being a real prostitute. You would be very good and Justin would like it, I know.” I was surprised by his words and I waited a few seconds before I responded. My fingers had stopped their movements on Chuck’s chest. “And just how would I do this?” I asked in a teasing manner as I wondered if this was a form of verbal foreplay for Chuck. “There are two ways I have in mind. I know a woman who operates a small exclusive escort service and I know she would love to hire you. It would be a lot safer than playing as a street whore and I’m sure Justin would approve.” He spoke these words with sincerity and it shocked me. “I don’t know Chuck. This is fun with you only you. You mentioned another way?” I was intrigued by his line of thought and was feeling a little more stimulated by his suggestion and thought, why not play along. “You could work for me. I know some men who would pay top dollar for a roll in the sack with you. I would set it up and you could make 5 or 6 hundred a night. Real high-class action only.” He replied his fingers now pinching my nipples gently. “That sounds really exciting Chuck and I think I should be flattered but I don’t want to be an escort. I only want you for a client and that alone turns Justin and me on.” I answered thinking that it might be fun to try it sometime. “Really Jan, this could be a great opportunity to sleep with some powerful men. You could try it a few times and see what you think.” Chuck was now pinching and turning my nipples and I was becoming more playful due to his touches. “No Chuck, I don’t want to sleep with some powerful men. Justin and you are just fine for me. Umm… that sure feels nice when you do that.” I turned down that offer but was thinking that his fingers were making an offer of a different nature. “I am glad you like this. Why don’t you clean me up right now?” Chuck asked as he sort of glanced downward towards his groin area. “I had that in mind too; let me go get a warm washcloth.” I responded as I attempted to pull away. “No, with your mouth.” He ordered as he locked a stare right into my soul. I slowly uncoupled from him and slid downward on the bed until I was directly examining his penis. It appeared to be slumbering against his thigh, softly drawn-up into itself. It appeared to be sugar-glazed as it was coated with whitish mixture of his sperm and my juices. They had dried all over his cock and his balls. I hesitated for just an instant and then I opened my mouth and let my tongue slip from it. I began by licking the head of his deflated manhood with my tongue. He tasted musky. The texture was rough at first from the dried coating but the saliva from my tongue softened the coating and I tasted the results of our coupling. I licked the head all around and then opened my mouth to take his still flaccid shaft into it. I sucked and licked his cock. My mouth watered from the taste and the nature of this act. I was not only playing the part of a whore, I felt like one too. Lapping up my juices and cleaning the spent cock of my customer. “Jan that is so nice, your mouth is so warm and soft.” Chuck mumbled as I felt his hands stroking my hair in a gesture of closeness. I nestled down into his pubic hair, his entire cock in my mouth, my tongue licking and flicking the sleeping serpent. I pulled his cock from my mouth and licked downward to his balls. They appeared to have almost a ring of crusted matter on them. It felt lumpy and crusty as my tongue softened it and then licked it up. “I was hoping that you would accept my offer to be an escort. I thought that you would want to play the role of escort for a while. I just figured that if you asked Justin that he would encourage you to try it. He would really be excited about you doing this with other men.” Chuck spoke as I cleaned his cock. “I’ll bet that Justin will want to get down and lick your slutty pussy when you get home won’t he? Eat all of my cum from your nasty hole.” Chuck’s cock began to stir as he spoke and I could feel little movements against my face as I tongued his balls. “I know he sniffs and licks your panties after you date other men doesn’t he? Have you ever caught him sniffing your soiled panties?” Chuck’s voice became huskier as he spoke these words or so it appeared from my vantage point under his balls. “Jan, lick all the way to my asshole.” Chuck ordered as he spread his legs and I moved to area below his balls but not to his ass. The hair that was between his legs was matted with the dried mixture of our two bodies. I licked at it and sucked some of it into my mouth. I was feeling very nasty and dirty as I continued to lick and clean him. I was feeling demeaned and I wanted to get up and shower. I wanted to wash the filth from my face and hair. I slowly continued my oral ministrations on my first john. I was thinking about how this must look to Chuck. He was really getting his money’s worth from me now. I licked lower but avoided any contact with his anal pore. Chuck seemed to notice this because he called it to my attention. “Jan, clean-up my asshole too. Lick it all clean.” Chuck commanded his whore. I tentatively licked at the brown, hair fringed anal opening. I was disgusted and I pulled myself up and slipped my mouth over Chuck’s cock which appeared to have gotten firmer over the last few minutes. I began to blow Chuck’s cock. “Um…that is so nice my whore. You seemed to have missed tossing my salad, but I don’t mind, this time.” He chuckled as I felt him grow harder against my tongue. Chuck reached down under my arms with his two hands and pulled me upwards until I was again facing him and we were looking into one another’s eyes. He appeared to enjoy the look of smeared lipstick and submission that I knew was all over my face. He kissed my lips gently and I knew he tasted us in my mouth. “Jan, I have another proposal for you that I feel is one you might accept but first, I want you to know that I am glad that you turned down my offer to work as an escort. It would have been nice and it would have worked out very well for all of us but because you turned it down, it makes this offer possible.” I had no idea what Chuck had in mind and I reached down and began stroking his cock. “Jan, as I said before, I know that Justin is a boy that appreciates the scent of your soiled panties. I’ll bet he has jacked-off with many pairs of them. I also know how great your pussy smells so I don’t blame him.” “I don’t think so Chuck. Justin has never sniffed my undies.” I answered as his cock twitched and grew in my hand. “How do you know that Jan? Have you ever asked him? I’ll bet you that if you try you can watch him sniff and lick the crotch of your panties.” Chuck boasted as he began to palm my breasts. I was again feeling horny and I felt my already wet pussy moisten further. “No I have never asked him. That is disgusting. Justin can sniff and lick the real thing anytime he wants to.” I replied anger rising in my voice. “I seemed to have touched a nerve, Jan. Now here is my proposition for you.” Chuck smiled and looked deeply into my eyes again. His hand movements had increased to a milking motion on my boobs. I looked deeply into his eyes and sighed heavily from the electric feelings cursing through my breasts every time he pulled them to wards him. He appeared to be not just milking them but kneading them like bread dough. “I no longer want you to be my whore, my escort. I want you to agree to be my mistress. Now before you say anything, just hear me out.” Chuck’s words almost slapped me due to the nature of the discussion. “Chuck, I am happily married to Justin and I love him very much. I could never even consider leaving him.” I explained as I felt my nipples bulge outward as Chuck kept milking my boobs. “No Jan. I know you are happily married and I know that you love Justin very much. That is why I made this offer. I don’t want you to leave him and I don’t want you to love me. This is another business relationship between the two of us and I am absolutely sure Justin will jump at the chance for you to be my mistress.” Chuck was still looking deeply into my eyes and he was continuing to stimulate me. I was panting as he spoke to me. “Here is the arrangement. You and I will get together just like we did this Wednesday night but we will also get together every other weekend, and also at least a couple of vacations a year. You will be my companion and mistress on a part-time basis. I will pay you 500 dollars a week and buy you nice clothes and gifts. I will take you on my boat and trips to exciting places.” “But Chuck…” I interrupted and I also was starting to pump his now fully erect cock. “Please Jan, let me finish. You and I will no longer be whore and customer but mistress and boyfriend. We will be in an entirely different relationship. I will treat you like a queen and you will travel with me, go places on my arm and of course we will continue to fuck and suck as much as possible.” Chuck finished his proposal and smiled at me. I didn’t know what to think initially so I quietly played with his manhood. “Chuck, that sounds great, I mean I am flattered but I would have to ask Justin. I am not sure. I need to think it over.” I answered. Chuck smiled a broad smile and then said. “Jan here is a little wager. I’ll bet you that Justin will want to eat your pussy when he hears that it is filled with my spunk. But here is the wager. If Justin sniffs and licks the crotch of your little g-string there, then you have to spend this weekend with me on my boat at Saugatuck starting Friday evening, if not then you guys just plain sit down and make your decision.” Chuck now had my attention; he also had both of my nipples in his finger tips and was pinching them and twisting them harder than he had before. I liked the way it caused my nipples to burn and ache. “Okay, Chuck, I’ll take your wager.” I grinned back at him and ran my fingers of my right hand over the head of his cock which was now lubricated by his pre-cum that had oozed from the little slit on the top of it. Chuck continued to pinch and twist my nipples and this eventually caused me to cry out from the pain. He smirked and backed off a little from the pressure level that had hurt me. I tried to pull back but he held by my nipples. Chuck then told me that he wanted to fuck me doggie style and he had me kneel at the top of the bed with my hands on the top of the headboard of the bed. I complied and he came around behind me to begin his coupling. “This is how the stud dog mounts the bitch in heat. Are you my little bitch in heat Jan?” Chuck asked as his cock nuzzled at the entrance to my pussy. I felt his cock prodding at the lips of my cunt and I spread my kneeling thighs further apart to accept his big cock. “Mount this bitch. I am your bitch in heat, my stud dog. Fuck your bitch hard!” I exclaimed as his cock found its target. Chuck’s hard cock slipped easily into my very wet and very ready pussy. It slid almost entirely into me on his first stroke. I held on tightly to the headboard and wiggled my ass backwards to assist Chuck’s complete entry into my pussy. He thrust his hips hard and his thighs slapped against my buns, he was in me completely. “Oh my big dog, fuck me hard. God that feels so great!” I exclaimed as he began humping me. Chuck began a hard pumping motion while his hands gripped my hips roughly. He stuffed his cock into me with hard strokes. He would pull his cock out of me until only the tip remained inside of my pussy lips then he would grab on to me quite roughly and slam his cock all the way back inside. It felt wonderful and I was falling into his rhythm. I squeezed my pussy down onto his cock with every stroke. I moaned and sighed; calling Chuck’s name every time I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Chuck stopped stroking and withdrew almost the entire length of his cock from my love tunnel. “Okay bitch, you do the work now.” He ordered. Chuck held his cock at the entrance to my pussy and made me push myself back onto his hardness. I would slide him completely into me then I would pull myself back off from him. I was doing all the work of stroking his cock with my pussy. On every stroke I would squeeze and milk his cock for him. He was grunting and huffing from my efforts and I knew he couldn’t last much longer. I also knew that I only needed a few more of his strokes and I would be enjoying my pleasure. Chuck leaned over on to my back with his body on my next backwards stroke. His arms reached around until his hands found my breasts. His fingers found their target; my nipples, and he started pinching and rolling them. He began humping very deliberately into my quivering pussy. I was wide open to his cock and I could feel the ridge along the top of it. It felt so wonderful and so filling. I started to cum, he heard my squeals and pinched both of my nipples harder. I arched my back and with one final thrust he buried his cock in me and held on tightly as I thrashed about underneath him. He was unmerciful with his pinches and I opened my mouth and loudly wailed as my orgasm washed completely over me. I squealed, I screamed and I came completely. Chuck’s cock was spasming into me as he came and spewed his seed deep into my belly. I wanted this feeling to continue on and on as I had a series of small orgasm from his cock. Finally, we collapsed onto the bed. Chuck holding tightly onto my nipples with his fingers, his teeth buried in the nape of my neck, and his cock lolling around in the wetness that we had created. My pussy felt like a swamp as we jerked and sighed together. We must have drifted off into a post-coital slumber because we both awoke with a start as the clock radio beside the bed began playing music. I glanced at the illuminated numbers on its face, 1:30. Chuck stirred and snuggled closer to me. He was behind me, holding me in a spoon position, his spent manhood lying in slumber between my buns. It felt wonderful and I was wishing that the moment wouldn’t end. “Clean me up Jan and then we should head on home.” Chuck suggested as he unwrapped his arms from my body. I began to slide down his body to take his used and sticky member into my mouth when he stopped me. “No honey, how about a warm washcloth this time, and bring two, so I can wash you too.” He corrected me with a tenderness I had not expected from him. I got out of the big king-sized bed and went into the bathroom. The vision in the wall- size mirror scared me. I looked a sight. My hair was tangled and tossed; I looked like I had been through a storm. My makeup especially around my eyes was smeared and messy. I looked horrible. I sat on the toilet and felt the spent remains of Chuck’s cum drip from my contented pussy. I spread my self wide so that as much as possible could run from inside of me. I knew there would be plenty there for Justin’s creampie that he would be home waiting for me to bring to him. My body appeared well worn and bruised from our animal-like sexual activities. I brushed my hair, washed my face and reapplied a bit of makeup. A quick spray of cologne and I walked out to Chuck’s slumbering body lying underneath the covers of the bed. I gently touched his shoulder and quietly whispered to him; so as not to startle my sleeping lover. “Chuck, Chuck sweetie. Here let me wash you up.” I called as I slipped into bed beside him. Chuck stirred awake and I began gentle cleaning his totally spent cock and balls that were coated in a drying film testifying to our recent actions. The cock that had once pleasured me looked again like a slumbering serpent as I finished cleaning and examining it. I lay back so that Chuck could cleanse my pussy that he was now closely examining. “No, Jan, it would be best if you left your slut cunt filled with my cum so that Justin can clean you properly with his tongue.” Chuck said as he began to search for my panties. “You should probably put these on soon so that Justin won’t lose any of the creamy treat that I left inside you.” He recommended as he twirled my g-string on his fingers with a sly smile. We both slowly dressed between kisses and hugs. Chuck seemed to take great pleasure in watching me dress and putting myself into order. He also liked to play his fingers over my thighs and buns as I stood arranging my clothing into a presentable state. I helped him pull his boxers on and kissed the tip of his cock just before I hid it with his underwear. After we were finished dressing we stood in a tight embrace at the entry to the hotel room. We kissed and our tongues entwined once again. Chuck could not keep his hands off from my butt and I feared that we would soon be tugging our clothes off from one another again. “Here Jan is another hundred dollars. You were great and I thoroughly enjoyed myself with you my whore.” Chuck said with as he handed me the money. I immediately felt cheap and trashy. He never failed to make me feel like a slut. I took the money and put it with the rest of the cash he had given me into my purse. “Thanks Chuck, the pleasure was all mine.” I replied trying to manage as genuine of a smile as I could through my humiliation. “About my offer, think about it seriously. It will be entirely different with us, trust me.” Chuck directed as he attempted to make me feel better about myself, at least I thought so. “Why don’t you leave your soiled panties lying around where Justin can find them and you can watch him fondle and smell them, you will see that I am right?” He teased as he opened the door to the room and we walked into the softly lit hallway. We walked arm and arm to the elevator. Chuck kept his arm firmly around my waist and held me close to him. In the elevator he kissed me and caressed my butt underneath my dress. Chuck appeared to enjoy feeling my body with his fingers. Just before the door opened he cupped my mound through my panties and squeezed. I could feel myself becoming aroused again. The Proposal I went to Layla's house that night to ask her to marry me. I had it all planned out. I had bought beer. I know its not the most romantic thing that you have ever seen, but Layla is different. She doesn't like the wine and champagne crowd. Layla is one of those girls that would prefer to kick back and watch football with a beer in her hand over a wine and cheese party any day of the week. That is one of the things that drew me to her to begin with. I had the whole thing planned out. I had this six pack of beer, and a blanket and a flashlight. In my pocket was the little black box with the ring inside. My plan was to take Layla to the beach, and set up camp on the dunes. We had done this a million times, so she wouldn't suspect a thing. We often made the hour drive to the beach. Layla always talks about how the sound of the ocean is soothing to her. And you can see it. As soon as she climbs the steps over the dunes, her eyes light up, her face gets this glow like a child at Christmas. We can be walking along, and all of a sudden she will drop my hand and take off running. Sometimes its 10 steps, sometimes she will run a mile. Its exhilarating for her, and she loves it. When I got to her apartment, I knew immediately that my plans would have to wait. Layla seemed to have plans of her own. For starters, she was sitting at her computer, completely naked, and she was reading porn. Well, I guess it is what you would call "erotica," but in a guy's eyes, that's just girly porn. Now here was a side of Layla that I had never seen before. I knew that she had a small collection of movies, and she told me about this one old issue of penthouse that she had taken off of a friend of hers, because there was a story in there that just rocked her world. If I'm not mistaken, the story has long since been torn out, and that's all that remains of the old penthouse. However even with my knowledge of her little porn stash, I have never actually seen it. She always said that her masturbation was something that she did for herself, and that she didn't want to bring that stuff into bed with us. Which was fine with me. I didn't care either way. Obviously, Layla had gotten caught up, and time had gotten away from her, because I told her that I would be there to pick her up promptly at 4:00. Layla had the day off that day, and was supposed to be packed and ready to go. She later told me that she was trying to hold off until I got there, but that she had had a really racy dream and had been pretty horny all day, and she let her hormones get the best of her. So, to my surprise, when I walked in the door, I had this gorgeous view of Layla sitting in the recliner completely naked, eyes glued to the screen on her computer. With one hand she was pinching the nipple on her right breast, and the other hand was pumping in and out of her pussy so fast that I got hard almost instantly. It was so hot to see her like that. I walked over to her, quietly because she obviously had not heard me come in. and I bent down next to her and said "hey sunshine!" I think I scared her straight. She jumped so hard that she knocked the top of her head on my chin. Ouch, to say the least. Instantly, Layla was red faced, and mortified. I know that she felt vulnerable and I didn't want her to feel like that. So I took her hand in mine and kissed the top of it, right on the knuckles. Then I turned her hand over and kissed right in the middle of the palm of her hand. I ran my tongue between each of her fingers, then I started trailing kisses all the way up her arm... her shoulder... collar bone... neck... ear... down her cheek... jaw... and back down the other side. When I reached the tip of her finger on the other hand, she just leaned in to me for a kiss. And it was such a great kiss. Layla is a fantastic kisser. She seems to always know what I want. She nibbles at the right moment, and she draws away at the right moment. She comes on strong and stops cold... each move seems calculated down to the precise point in time to make me as hot as possible. I leaned Layla back in the chair and started kissing down her neck, then between her breasts. Layla has the best breasts in the world. Layla is not a bean pole of a girl. She's gorgeous and curvy in all the right places. She has big full breasts that any man would be a fool not to want to get lost in. and that is precisely what I did at that moment. I began kissing and rubbing and massaging her breasts. She began running her fingers through my hair, and tugging at my ears... a sure sign that she is horny as hell. However, I wasn't in this just to get my rocks off. I was here for Layla. So, I rocked down to my knees and continued kissing my was down her tummy, to her perfectly shaved pussy. I kissed all over the outside of her lips, only occasionally darting my tongue out to taste inside. I looked up at her face, and layla was smiling brightly at me. She had those nipples back in her hands, and was pinching and rolling them around between her finger tips. Damn... its so hot when she does that!! At this point, I want nothing more in this entire work than to get my tongue inside her pussy. But I wait. I lick just her clit. On it, around it, up one side and down the other. That, in and of itself, made her cum. But this was not the granddaddy of orgasms that I was going for tonight. This was like the warm up. I pulled Layla out of that recliner and down on top of me so that she was straddling my face, and I started licking and nibbling. Layla started riding my face. This is probably the one that me and Layla can do that will make me cum without ever being touched, and it worked this time too. I shot cum so hard it hit her in the back. But she didn't care. Layla was riding my face hard. I had my tongue in her pussy and my nose was rubbing her clit. She told me that my scruffy face was making it even better. I brought my hands up to her ass, and began rubbing her cheeks then I let loose with a spank that made her jump. that's the best kind of spank. That one that totally catches her off guard like that. Oh damn... Layla's pussy was so wet. My face was covered in her juices, and I was loving it. She had started to move her hips more in circles and she leaned forward a little bit, more into my face. She took her pinky finger in her mouth and started sucking on it, and getting it nice and wet. Then she reached around and started toying with the ass hole. I decided that since I had interrupted her play time, and she wasn't able to finish herself off, that I would be damned if she started to do it again. I grabbed both of her hands and help them in front of her, and lifted Layla off of my face. I placed her back in the chair, and pushed her legs up in the air. I gave her pussy one last good lick from bottom to top. Then I slowly put one finger in her pussy. When that finger was nice and wet, I switched hands, and moved the wet finger to her ass. The ass play was new for us. It was something that Layla had always been opposed to doing. I never really pushed this issue, but she came to me one night and told me that a friend of hers had given her some anal beads to try out. She did in the shower, and came so hard that she fell forward and bumped her head in the shower. She still wont let me put my dick in her ass, but we have experimented and found some things that she does like. And my middle finger she likes the best. So I have one hand, 2 fingers deep in her pussy and the middle finger on my other hand in her ass. I'm pumping both pretty slowly but starting to get faster. Knowing that Layla is never going to get off from the in and out along, I put my tongue to her clit again. I start flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit so fast, and she is pushing herself closer to my face with as much power as she can muster. About the same time that she reaches down and grabs my ears, her legs start to twitch. Layla has now pretty much lost control and the only possible end result for her is an orgasm. Even if I stop cold right now, she will still cum by simply squeezing her legs together. But, I don't stop. I keep going. Licking. Fucking with my fingers. Then Layla thrusts her hips forward, and digs her nails into my shoulders. If I look up, I would see her head go back and her eyes roll back. She would be biting on the right side of her bottom lip. But I don't have to look, because I know. I know when she is having that granddaddy orgasm. So, instead, I just enjoy the taste of my girlfriend. When her body stops quivering, I reach down in my pocket and pull out the box. And I say... "This isn't what I planned for tonite, but since I'm here on my knees, I'll ask you now to marry me." She said yes. The Proposal All I really wanted was a long, hot soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and to read a good book until I was pruney. It had been such an infuriating day at work. The project I was working on was falling to pieces. My supervisor was on vacation and not available to consult. My assistant was useless, hired by my predecessor, and had a voice that gave me a headache. I was beat, and had no hope that the next day would be any better. I unlocked my front door, ready to shed the day, and kicked off my shoes. On the floor in front of the door lay the day's assortment of mail – bills, flyers, junk. I scooped it up and tossed it on the dining room table. As the envelopes flew helter-skelter on the table top, I noticed a cream colored envelope that didn't look like the usual fare. I picked it up and turned it over to see who it was from, but the front of the envelope was blank. I carried it with me into the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of wine. I wandered into the living room, put my glass down on the marble coffee table top, and plopped down on the couch. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew who the envelope had been delivered by, and at the thought of him, I felt myself become a little juicy down below. I groaned. I didn't want to see him, or anyone else, tonight. I loved him, but I was exhausted, and seeing him wasn't conducive to a good night's sleep. I cursed my body's response and tossed the envelope, unopened, on the coffee table. I resisted for all of fifteen minutes. There was nothing good on television. The idea of a long, hot soak had been overshadowed by my body's need to know what was in the envelope. I chuckled to myself, opened the envelope, and sighed deeply. It was a single piece of cream colored cardstock, engraved in silver lettering. 23 Rue St. George 8:00 p.m. Be there. I couldn't help but smile a little, feeling my saucy self rise a to the occasion. Did I want to go? My body did. That was obvious from the way my rate of respiration increased, from the increasing slickness I felt between my legs. My mind was perched on the edge between yes and no. I wanted rest. I wanted to recovery from my day. But my pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what might be waiting for me at 23 Rue St. George, and I'd long since learned not to argue with my pussy. Besides, standing him up really wasn't an option. I dragged my weary self up the stairs and ran a bath. It was only 6:30. I had plenty of time to make it to Rue St. George. I looked over the envelope again. There were no instructions regarding what I should wear. I took a quick shower, anointed myself liberally with jasmine scented oil, brushed out my long, auburn hair, and threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I put on a bit of make-up – mascara, gloss, powder – and declared myself ready. I called a cab and downed another glass of wine while I waited for it to pull up at the curb. The sky outside the taxi cab's windows was pewter blue touched with pink. The sun was dipping down beneath the horizon, and though I couldn't watch it descend, I could see how it painted the clouds above it in vivid farewell shades. It was nearly dark by the time the cab pulled up to 23 Rue St. George. I paid the fare and got out, took a few deep breaths to steel my nerves, and approached the door. As I stood before it, I wondered if I should knock. I tried the door knob and found it locked. I rapped hard on the solid oak of it and waited. It wasn't long before it opened to grant me entrance. I'd expected to see him standing there. Instead, a beautiful, tiny woman with hair down to her ass, wearing nothing but a mask and velvety red lipstick stood there beckoning me to come inside. She led me through the hallway into a dimly lit room that was empty save for a comfortable looking armchair. The lighting shone in a soft areola around the chair, but didn't reach much further than that. "Please take off your clothes." The woman said, holding out her arms to provide me with a place to put them as I did as she asked. I stripped, feeling awkward as a teenager in a high school locker room. She watched me as I shed my clothes and smiled appreciatively. "You have beautiful tits." She said. I blushed. "So do you." "But yours are so big, so lush! No wonder he loves you best." I knew my lover had other 'pets', as he liked to call them, and I suspected that this vision of dark-haired beauty was one of them, but my pride stung to know that I was being handled by one of them. I was a possessive girl. I didn't want to share him with anyone. I took the words 'he loves you best' and tucked them away for safe keeping. It soothed the sting a little. I opened my mouth to ask if he was here, but the beauty before me shook her head before I could speak. "No questions. Please be seated." The chair was softly upholstered in rich, deep red. The arms and legs were of a dark, curved wood. I sat myself down and made myself as comfortable as I could, considering I was naked in a room I'd never been in before, being handled by a woman I'd never laid eyes on before. She left the soft circle of light for a moment and returned in a few moments with two bars – one for my legs, and one for my arms. She wove the bars in between my body and the chair's arms and legs, cuffing me securely with my arms behind my back and my ankles bound tightly to a chair leg on either side. She knelt down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees. "You must keep them open." She instructed as she pushed them further apart. My pussy, oozing now, glistened in the dim light. She noticed and ran one long silver-painted fingernail down the length of it from my clit to the rosebud nestled between my ass cheeks. "You have a beautiful pussy, too!" She said, smiling. "It becomes clearer and clearer all the time why you are his favorite." She sucked her finger, making pretty noises with her succulent, red mouth, and then stood up and walked away, leaving me to wonder what would happen next. It wasn't long before I heard rustling directly in front of me. Suddenly, a curtain was flung open and in the same moment, lights went on above a spot about ten feet away. There was a table placed there in a bright spot of light that was unlike any table I'd ever seen. It seemed to be some kind of modified massage table with cut outs for the face and the breasts. A woman I'd never seen before lay face down upon it. Her arms were lain out on the table, cuffed at the wrist, and chained to the underside of it, which appeared to be composed of sturdy folding legs. Her own legs were spread wide and dangling from the knee on either side. Her ass hung off the edge, which afforded me a perfect view of her rim and pussy. Her breasts hung through the gap in the table, their size obscuring any view I might have of her face, which was placed face down in another gap so she could breathe. A heavy chain ran from each ankle and was clipped into a D ring on her wrist cuffs. She was about my size, I noticed. Same abundant curves, same approximate height. I shifted in the chair, trying to get a look at her face, but it was to no avail. Her breasts heaved with her breathing as she waited, like I waited. After a period of time I heard footsteps. It was him. He was fully clothed in black. His hands were gloved. He was carrying a familiar leather bag, which he placed on the floor beside the table. I waited for him to turn and acknowledge me, but he kept his eyes on the woman spread out on the table. He walked around it, never taking his eyes off of her. He grabbed a handful of her curly black hair, and tugged gently. "Comfy, pet?" She nodded, making her breasts sway even more. He knelt down and took stock of the placement of her body, giving one of her raspberry colored nipples a hard tweak as he did so. Her breath caught in her throat and he chuckled, low in his throat and tweaked her again. "Do you like that, pet?" She nodded again. "Of course you do." I didn't know how to feel. He was mine, goddammit! Mine! We'd talked about how I felt about his so-called stable of pets. The agreement was that he not talk to me about them. The agreement was that I be allowed to blissfully ignore the fact of the others. How cruel of him to expose me to this! I struggled in my chair, but the movement caused my thighs to close. He noticed immediately and snapped his fingers. The dark-haired beauty that had prepared me ran toward me clucking her tongue. She was carrying leather thigh straps with huge silver buckles. She strapped my thighs to the lower curve of the chair's arms, murmuring in soothing tones all the while. "You must keep them open. Mmm? It feels good to have them open, yes?" She rubbed the downy hairs on the insides of my thighs lightly with her fingertips before taking leave of me once more. Still, he didn't acknowledge me. Satisfied that I wouldn't disturb him any further, he proceeded with his work on the woman on the table. He removed a collar from his leather bag. I strained to get a good look at it. Bastard! That was MY collar! "Hey! You can't do that! That's MINE!" I bellowed, despite knowing better. He snapped his fingers again, and a ball gag was swiftly put in place. Tears of humiliation streamed down my cheeks. How could he use my collar on someone else? This was not at all what I had in mind when I accepted his invitation. I wanted to stop now. I tried to get our safe word out from around the ball gag, but I couldn't get it out. All I could do was grunt, and when grunting failed to get his attention, I let the most inhuman sounds come from deep, deep in my belly and chest. I hated him as I'd never hated any one before in that moment. Despite all my protests, he placed the collar lovingly around the woman's neck and knelt down so she could kiss the tips of his fingers in gratitude. I squeezed my eyes shut tight against the sight of his tenderness with another woman, but I couldn't keep them closed for long. I realized I had to see, had to witness this or I'd never break free of him. I stopped struggling. I shifted in my seat so that I could look resolutely forward and take it all in. My eyes flashed a 'fuck you' in his direction. I hardly blinked as he removed the nipple clips I'd bought him for his birthday from the bag and screwed them on tight. I counted my breaths to calm myself as he ran the chain from the clips up through the gap in the table, clipping the ends onto an O ring, and then ran another single chain, one of mine, down her back, threading in between the cleft of her ass. He clipped the end of the single chain to her clit piercing and then tugged hard enough to make her whimper. Her breasts rose, parting as he pulled on the chain. She squirmed a little and was rewarded with a quick, hard slap on her left ass cheek. She regained her composure immediately and remained very still as he asked her a series of questions. "Is anything feeling too tight, pet?" She shook her head as best she could, consider it was face down and shoved into the padded opening in the table. "Do you remember your safe word?" She nodded. "Tell me your safe word, pet." I was ready for it. She uttered the word, and it was, of course, my safe word. Our safe word. I finally understood what was happening. I readied myself with a very deep breath. I was drooling miserably around the ball gag, and I knew my mascara was running down my face in black rivers, but I didn't care. I sat up as straight as I could, and prepared myself to witness every intimacy we'd ever shared between us reenacted ten feet from me. Bring it on, you bastard! I thought, since I couldn't speak. And he did. Every scene we'd done together, he acted out in an abridged version, with the woman on the table. Moments I cherished played themselves out before me. It wasn't long before I began to relive the moments along with him. It wasn't long before my resolve to hate him began to melt a little. As each scene played out, it began to feel more and more like I was watching home movies of our encounters, and my eyes began to run hot and wet. The dark-haired girl came over and removed the ball gag. She wiped my face with a cool cloth and offered me water to sip from a straw. The woman on the table became more and more aroused, sank deeper and deeper in that delicious space we call 'sub space'. She was writhing, the chains attached to her body pulling taut as she did so. Her ass was rosy red from his strenuous cropping. Her pussy was wide open and dripping with juice. As her body heaved and writhed in search of resolution, mine began to do the same. The heat of my arousal wafted up, bringing my own scent up into my face. I wanted desperately to touch myself, to relieve the pressure building inside me. I started rocking in the chair, hoping I could somehow maneuver myself so my pussy could rub against the soft fabric of the chair. I realized I was moaning just as loudly as the woman on the table when he raised his head and looked at me from across the space between us. He was smiling with infinite tenderness. "Do you know that I love you, pet?" He asked me as he stroked the rounds of her red and swollen ass. "I do." I said. And in that moment, it was all I could feel. I understood why he'd shown me what he'd shown me. He had a gorgeous woman under his hands, strapped to his table, begging for his touch, and yet, here he was, looking across this space at me, professing his love. He signaled my caretaker with a nod of his head. She came and undid my bonds, offering the wet cloth again so I could wipe my face. She offered me a gauzy black ankle length dress to put on, and instructed me to sit back down in the chair. The lights over the table clicked off and the room was plunged into darkness. The curtains before me were closed, and when they opened again, and the lights came on, the room was empty. The table had been packed up and placed in a carrying bag much like those lugged around by massage therapists. The leather bag on the floor was packed and zipped shut. There was a rose on the floor, thorns resplendent among the foliage, and another cream colored envelope. I rose up out of my chair and walked toward the letter. I sat down on the floor, gathering the fabric of the dress around me. I opened the envelope. Happy Anniversary, pet. I thought you might enjoy a trip down memory lane. The table is yours to keep, of course. The bag...well, it's still mine, but I was hoping you'd keep it at your place until after the wedding. After all, I really won't have further use for it unless you're there, will I? In the bottom of the envelope, nestled in the cream paper, shone a brilliant solitaire diamond set in white gold. An End The Proposal This is a proposal, just like the kind that leads to a wedding. Yet, you and I will never be married, unless life changes its course in some unfathomable way, or until we're old and gray, which is the same thing, in a way. We are made for each other, but not in that way. Like all real proposals, this one should start with a declaration of feeling, so here goes: I love you. Deeply and truly, and in so many ways it's a love just like how you hear it's supposed to be. You and I aren't conventional, though, and it's not that we're above the rules, and it's not that we're too smart and different that the rules don't apply to us. They apply themselves with relish and they exact their harsh discipline on people like us even more than they do on the average person. No, we're not above the rules. It's just that for us, following those rules is a sure road to unhappiness. Exceptional people require exceptional solutions. Looking for solutions where the ordinary person finds them is sure to leave us wanting. We've both looked there before and what we've found has been unsatisfying to say the least. I will never leave my wife and daughter. You have a daughter of your own, and I wouldn't respect you if you didn't put her first. We are smart enough and capable enough to protect those people and still find some happiness for ourselves. You're mine. You have been for a long time. You belong to me. You know it and I know it. It started long before the first time I ground my hairy ass down into your face, you eagerly thrusting your tongue as deeply into my asshole as you could, while I jammed three fingers into your cunt and stroked myself until hot white ropes of my cum shot across your belly. No, it started even before the first time I enjoyed you as your Master, with you blindfolded, trembling and shaking and willing to do anything I demanded, terrified I would leave. Even before the first time I pumped your mouth full of my semen, both hands full of your hair, as I masturbated myself with your face. Even before the first time we ever fucked, vanilla as it was. It started even before the time you crawled into bed with me -- I was staying on your sofa bed and you were mad at your husband -- and we both lay there pretending it was all a joke when the truth was that we were aching to be all over each other. No, we fell in love in Mexico, when you were in love with another man and I was in a bad marriage. We felt the connection even then, and I think that's when we both knew on some level that we had found the ideal sexual partner. There was a time during our relationship when I wanted to let you tell me you loved me. Understand that I know you do whether you ever tell me in that way or not. I know you, and you can't get away from that. I know what you want to say to me, about how I give myself too much credit, but I know the truth and regardless of what happens, I hope you can trust me enough and be vulnerable enough with me to admit what we both know. Do you remember when we went to dinner at that steakhouse and you wore a summer dress (I've always thought they were so sexy) and I sent you back South with my buttplug filling your asshole and I made you show yourself to a trucker and play with yourself on the way home? It was that week when it was so clear to me that you loved me and I thought hard about helping you say it. I've never told you this, but that's why I let you go. I thought it was time you said it and I thought the revelation would hurt you too much. What's changed? We're both older, tougher, and wiser. And we have less time. And we'd better grab some happiness while we can. You submitted to me so beautifully once. You punished yourself on my command and were more disappointed at failing me than any punishment I could ask you to do. You cried once because you wanted my dick so badly. You've licked my sperm from my fingers seconds after I pulled out of your ass and shot into my hand. You've dressed yourself with me in mind every time you've gone out in an evening and you knew I would be there. Yes, call me an arrogant asshole. Just know that I know. You can be vulnerable with me. I trust you completely -- I've trusted you with the most important and dangerous secrets I have. What do I want from you? I want you to declare yourself mine forever. You did that once -- I wonder if you remember? It may have seemed like a joke to you at the time, but I told you that you would always belong to me sexually, and you told me you knew that. I wouldn't hold it against you if you fell and love and married -- I did it myself -- but your cunt, your asshole, and your mouth will always be mine. What are you to me? You're my slut, my fucktoy, my whore. I want to give you another title that used to have honor, but now convention looks down upon. I want you to be my mistress. You are anyway, whether we ever fuck again or not. The secret between us makes you that, and you feel it as well as I. What do I need from you? I need to be myself sexually, and I can only be that with you. I want to spank you until you sob and beg. Not from pain, but from the release you need and that would give me so much pleasure. I want to take you quickly, rudely and use you to get off. I also want to fuck you face to face, sweetly, my cock in your ass, looking into your eyes and telling you what you mean to me. I want to fill your mouth with my cum in a parking lot and see that look of pride on your face again. I want to think up something outrageous and have you do it without blinking, like you always do. I know all the objections and all the reasons and all the guilt as well as you do. I know we have to put that aside if we're to be happy. Any happiness in our lives has to include each other, it's just how we're made. This can work for the rest of our lives, off and on. You once signed your emails to me with some of the greatest words I've ever read, do you remember? I'd love to read or hear them again. You said: "I am your whore. Please use my mouth, my cunt, and my asshole for your pleasure. Please punish me if I displease you." Beautiful, just like you. I love you, and I'll love you forever. I know you're mine in your heart. I know your body is mine. It's time to act on it again. The Proposal When I started this journey, all those weeks ago, I stated that I had no intention of locking my husband in a chastity device, no intention of caning or spanking him, and so on. Well, it hasn't turned out like that, and for the most part, hubby has been accepting of our changed roles, and of his loss of control over his life. His acceptance came to an abrupt end, however, after I locked him up in the chastity cage. At first he was ok with it, but, after a couple of days, he kept asking for release, begging me to unlock him so he could masturbate. I tried to explain that this was a crucial part of our new lifestyle, and that he had to accept my control over his sex life, but he kept on begging and pleading. Eventually I got tired of his constant whining and threatened to keep him in chastity for a month if he didn't stop pestering me about his trapped penis! That finally shut him up on the subject, he just kept giving me little puppy eyes all the time. The weekend arrived, I informed hubby, in my sternest voice, that he had the possibility of an orgasm on Sunday evening, but that he would have to earn it, as it wasn't guaranteed. First off, I instructed him, that I expected lots of orgasms from his tongue, with no selfish mention of his own predicament, and that I expected him to be constantly trying to seduce me. Next, he must tackle a list of long overdue chores which I had typed out for him, and finally, that we would have a serious discussion during his discipline session on Sunday. Well, he did me proud, working incredibly hard, only breaking off from time to time to try to seduce me into letting him lick me to orgasm. I didn't resist his romantic and sexy seductions, and didn't refuse him even once, giving him an aching tongue, and sore knees. Not to mention the fact that all that inhalation of my musky scent must have driven him crazy with frustration. Eventually we got to Sunday evening and I had hubby strip and got him across my knee. I decided to just run through some simple rules for now, and add to them at a later date, so I gave him a swift dozen swats with the paddle, and asked him who was now in charge of his sex life. I got the right answer to that so I pressed on, asking what the punishment for him asking for release was, and he remembered that it was one month locked down. Finally, after another dozen, which really turned his bum red, I told him that he will, in future, only be allowed a maximum of one orgasm per week, that it could only be at the weekend, and that it was at my discretion and whim, so he'd best try very hard to please me. I then gave him a final dozen whacks, which made him cry, or perhaps it was reality dawning on him about his new life in chastity which made him cry. I got him up off my lap, handcuffed his hands behind his back, unlocked his cage, and gave him a quick wank. I caught all of his cum in my hand and fed it to him, then washed his shrivelled penis with a rather coarse dishcloth. I may have been a bit rough with the cloth, as he kept squeaking..tee hee... Since Sunday he has been an angel, let's hope he can keep up the standard Following my explanation of the rules, hubby started learning to accept his new lifestyle. He was locked in a curve chastity device, is totally ruled by me, so that he only gets to cum once per week. It's usually just a quick wank with my hand, followed by him having to lick up his emission. Hubby also does lots of chores as per my lists, and I inspect the work and issue penalties for poor work. Sadly, no matter how hard he tries, there are always a number of demerits. He then can choose whether to forfeit that week's orgasm or accept punishment with the cane. Regular maintenance discipline is a 15 minute paddling on a Friday evening, after my inspection. The punishment is with the cane on a Sunday afternoon. I totally love caning him, as his bum is still red from the Friday discipline, and he gets into position, bent forward over the kitchen table and has to ask for his caning. I then remind him of his shortcomings from the previous week, and give a punishment tariff for each shortfall, and then tell him the total. The least he has received is 20 strokes, as I was feeling too tired to give him more, and the most 45. He understands, because I remind him, that I will stop if he asks, but he will then forfeit the week's orgasm, have the total punishment reinstated to be added to the following week's tariff, plus 25%. I have to confess that I have a fantasy of giving him a sentence he can't possibly take, since once he defaults, assuming he has a harsh tariff the following week, he will become stuck in a permanent chaste state. That makes me wet just thinking about it. Anyway, that's for later. Last weekend I decided that life was getting a bit tedious, but that I wasn't quite ready for the escalation as above, so I did something else, for fun. On the Friday, as I spanked his pink arse, and talked through the results of my inspection, I hatched my plan. I was pretty critical with my complaints, so that he got a tariff of 45 which I announced to him on the Sunday evening as he was bent over the kitchen table. I started caning him, kept a slow but even pace, so I could inflict maximum pain, and by the time I had finished he was crying like a baby, and I was horny as hell. When I finally stopped I let him cry for a little while, then as his sobbing started to abate I reached between his legs and started to play gently with his balls. He started to straighten up, but I pushed firmly on his back, saying 'stay'. I then pulled his penis back between his legs with my left hand and started wanking it, whilst playing with his balls with my right hand. I moved my left hand down so that it covered the head of his penis and would catch his cum, and continued wanking with my left and stroking the back of his balls with my right. He soon started to climax, building rapidly and calling out in his approaching orgasm, and just at the very instant of his first convulsion, as I felt a little wetness hit my palm, I squeezed the head of his cock as hard as I could and simultaneously slapped the back of his balls with my strong right hand. I followed up with a few more powerful smacks as I dug my long sharp nails into the head of his cock. I couldn't stop myself laughing, he was so totally pathetic, screaming in agony, and then when I stopped and let go of him he dropped to the floor and cried his eyes out. I let him indulge himself for a couple of minutes, then sat on a chair next to him and held out my hand for him to lick it clean. There wasn't much to lick, I'd totally ruined his orgasm. I then explained to my poor hubby that I had loved doing that to him, and that a lot of his orgasms would be of the ruined variety from now on. I then set off for the bedroom, leading my hubby by the balls. I had a lovely evening riding his tongue, sating the considerable sexual hunger that I'd built up with my little game. Life is such fun. The following week was torture for my poor hubby. He only had a single ruined orgasm the previous weekend so he spent the whole week in pitiful frustration. I just love seeing him in that state, and certainly took every opportunity to torment him further, so that by Thursday evening he was close to tears. That was the perfect moment to start my next project. I told hubby to strip naked and to lie on the bed face up, with his arms and legs stretched out. I used heavy duty wrist restraints to fasten his legs and arms to the four corners of the bed. I then unlocked his chastity cage, warning him not to get excited, as he wasn't getting an orgasm, but that didn't stop his cock springing to attention. I got a bowl of very hot water, some soap, and a rather abrasive dish washing sponge and gave him a thorough genital wash. He kept squeaking and complaining about the water temperature, and the rough sponge, but I ignored him. Next I plugged in my powerful hair dryer, set it to maximum temperature and dried him very thoroughly. Yet again he started to complain, saying I was burning him. This annoyed me a bit, seeming to me to be ungrateful, so I stopped for a few seconds and stroked his prick until it was like a flag pole, then I went back to drying it (in fact it was already totally dry). I just concentrated on the exposed head of his penis, holding his foreskin down with my left hand. He screamed and screamed, in agony, apparently, which I thought was so funny. When his penis finally went small, I turned my attentions to his balls. It would seem that that was agony as well! I kept the dryer really close to his balls until they were bright red, and hubby was in floods of tears. Having had my fun I put away the hair dryer and re-locked him in his cage. The first part of my plan over, I poured myself a glass of Chablis and sat myself on the bed beside my poor victim. I took hold of his balls in my left hand and started squeezing them, rolling them in my hand, digging my long nails in. I then told him that I needed him to do more to make me happy. Between groans of pain he asked me what more he could do, so I answered that I would set him a challenge. I explained that I had decided that it was no longer suitable for him to put his prick inside me, especially as I intend to ruin most of his orgasms, which I can't do if he's fucking me. He was thinking a bit slowly, due to the ongoing pain in his balls from my left hand and finger nails, so he stupidly reminded me that I will also miss out on the pleasure of being fucked. I retorted that I realised that. Solving that problem is his challenge. I ended by explaining that I will hear his proposed solution on Saturday morning, and if I like it he may get an orgasm on Sunday. If I don't like it, he will have to try again the following weekend. Well, what a fun week it was. I teased and tormented my poor hubby all week, and indulged myself putting his tongue to work every night, which further increased his frustration from being trapped in the cock cage. He has been desperate to get a release, and kept trying to get hints on what I meant by my challenge. I just kept repeating that he needed to find a solution to avoid me missing his cock, now it's no longer allowed inside me, or, of course, any woman, ever again. Hubby really had a hard time with that concept, so I kept mentioning it, just to wind him up. Anyway, around about the middle of the week, he seemed to have made a decision, as he stopped trying to interrogate me, and just applied himself, well, his tongue anyway, to keeping me in a good, relaxed, and satisfied mood. When we got to Saturday morning, having had my morning work out riding hubby's face for nearly an hour, I was feeling happy, relaxed and looking forward to hearing what he had come up with. I always kept him naked in the house, so I could grab his balls whenever I wanted to. So, mid morning, I called him into the kitchen, had him stand next to my chair so I could squeeze his balls while he explained his proposition. He presented me with a small parcel, all nicely wrapped, with a bow and everything. I had a pretty good idea what it was, and once I opened it, I saw that my guess was right. He'd bought me a Dildo complete with a bullet vibrator which could be attached. He explained that he could use it on me as a change from his tongue. He's so sweet sometimes, but also pretty stupid. This was one of those occasions. I told him he'd been thoughtful, and thanked him, gently stroking his balls, which must have been very arousing and therefore painful in his cage, but, believing he'd done well, he put up with the torment. Sadly, he was mistaken. I squeezed his balls as hard as I could, making him double up in agony. I spoke quietly straight into his face, telling my squirming husband that I didn't want a toy, I wanted a man, a lover, a stud! I then let go of his balls, steadied myself, and kicked him in the balls. as hard as I could manage. That got his attention, causing him to fall to the floor, groaning and crying. I sat down again and waited for his self indulgence to finish. I then explained clearly, that I needed him to come up with a plan to get me a lover. He needed to think about what clothes he should buy me, what lingerie, etc. Then he needed to do some research to find the best club to take me to, and how he could assist me in picking up a gorgeous well hung young guy. Finally I told him that when he brings me his complete plan, in writing, and has had the plan approved by me, maybe after I've made some detail alterations, then I would consider giving his cock a quick wank. I just love being cruel, and the more cruel I am, the more hubby adores me. He has become addicted to his servility. It took him two weeks to get my approval. The Proposal I always had a thing for the men belonging to other races other than my own, add in an accent and my panties never stand a chance. That being said, I cannot figure why I suddenly have the urge to lick this delectable specimen of a man standing in front of me. The more I looked at him the more intense the feelings inside me became and I'm not talking about my good girl feelings. He stood at least 5'11" and his skin was the color of melted chocolate. He had eyes shaped like almonds and the color of coal. And those lips, just seeing those thick edible lips was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and my nipples tighten to the point where I may need medical attention. Then I saw him crack a smile and lift in eyebrow. I realized then that all I've been doing is ogling the poor man and he knew exactly what I was doing because then he licked his lips. I felt my knees weaken as I fought to ignore the wetness between my thighs. I gave myself a mental shake and extended my hand to the stranger. He took my hand and introduced himself as Craven. I decided the name suited him just fine since for some apparent reason my body seem to be craven Mr. Craven. I had him follow me to my office where we could sit down to discuss his proposal. I told my secretary to hold all calls as I opened the door and allowed Craven to enter before me. I followed, locking the door behind to prevent any interruption of our meeting. I offered Craven a seat as I sat behind my desk. He began talking about his idea and I tried to listen in earnest but his voice washed over me and before I knew I was imagining those lips in various places on my body. I shook my head to clear out the thoughts. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I could not focus on anything he was saying. So I decided to stand up and walk around my office as he continued to go about his proposal. I walked to stare out of the floor to ceiling windows that were tinted so that no one could see inside. I must have of spaced out because the next thing I know I felt strong arms embrace me from behind as lips caressed the side of my neck. God that felt good. I began to moan as he palmed one breast and his other hand slide up the side of my skirt. He was toying with me as I felt his finger graze my pussy lips. The ache between my legs increased ten-fold. Then I felt his hard dick against my hip. My first thought was it felt massive and how the hell did he expect to fit that inside me?? But then that thought was quickly cancelled out by a hunger like no other...I wanted him inside me, I needed him inside me. He lifted my shirt over my head and undid my bra. I stood in my heels and skirt looking at my reflection in the window. His chocolate skin over my caramel colored skin. Beautiful. He had me place my hands on the window slightly above my head. My nipples grew hard as the rubbed against the cold glass. He he pulled my skirt up over my hips. I felt his hand press against my pussy again. I could feel him smile against my shoulder, I was so wet for him. He kissed down my shoulder as he pressed two fingers inside me. It wasn't enough and I begged him for more. He pushed in another and began thrusting them hard into me, opening and closing his fingers slightly every time he entered me...It felt so good as I began to rock my hips against the palm of his hand. I could feel the pressure building inside me. He continued to thrust his fingers into my pussy and it felt so good as I felt his tongue on the side of my neck before biting my shoulder. And that was enough to send my over the edge. I leaned back against him as he laughed to himself. He said I was ready for him now and he proceed to take my hand and headed toward my desk where he cleared everything off. He bent me over the desk and spread my legs apart.. I could feel the cool air between my thighs and felt a shiver rock through me. I felt the head of his dick as he rubbed it back and forth across my sensitive clit. I could fell the wetness slide down my legs. And just when I didn't think I could take any more he slowly began to enter into my throbbing pussy. It was a tight fit and we had to stand still to allow me time to adjust to his massive size. And then he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth. I could feel his dick so far inside me I felt it might just come out my mouth. He gripped my hips and squeezed as he began to thrust hard into me. There was little pain but it was masked by the pleasure that was flooding my body. I bit my bottom lip to prevent any sound to escape me but he just kept pushing deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. I told him more and he began to really fuck me. I gripped the edge of the desk as I felt his balls slam into my ass with each thrust he made. He put a hand in the middle of my back and the other had traveled beneath me looking for my throbbing pussy. He stroked my pussy as he continued fucking me. It felt so good and all I could do was pant and moan as he fucked me harder and harder. And those magic fingers of his found my clit and began to squeeze. And I screamed as a powerful orgasm went through me. But that didn't stop Craven he was still going with each thrust I felt another orgasm mounting. All I could think is that this man is trying to kill me with pleasure. I felt him pull away and suddenly I felt empty and he turn me over and push back inside me in a single thrust, again the pain was masked with the pleasure of having him fill me. He began fucking me, again and again I felt him slam into my pussy and it felt so good. He placed his palm above my pussy and used his thumb to make circles over my clit. And before I knew it my body was wracked with spasms. Craven pulled out and shot his cum all over my pussy and my stomach. He caught a bit that dripped on my desk on two fingers and slid them into my mouth. As I sucked and licked them clean I felt his dick harden against my thigh. Craven put in a lot of work, it was only fair that I returned the favor. I sat up and pushed him into the chair as slid off my desk and sat on my knees between his legs. I took his stiff dick into my hands as I began to move them up and down. Each time I moved my hands up I would squeeze just a little and release when I moved them down. Craven closed his eyes as I continued this motion. Then I took my tongue and licked the head of his dick. He jumped a little at the new sensation. I used my tongue to continue making lazy circles around the head as one hand continued to stroke his shaft the other massaged his balls. Craven began to moan. I took my tongue and slide it down his shaft and across his balls. I used both hands to pump his dick as I pulled one of his nuts into my warm wet mouth and began to suck on it like I used to do when I ate jolly ranchers. I moved to the other to give it the same treatment because let's face it, everyone likes a little attention. I moved my mouth back over the top of Cravens dick and licked off some of the pre cum that had gathered there. I moved one hand back down to his sack and massaged again as I used a finger to stroke that love spot between his ass and balls. To the add to the sensation I put as much of Craven's dick into my mouth and began to bob my head back and forth. My tongue swirled across his dick. I felt him move his hips and begin thrusting into my mouth. I felt my pussy begin to get wet again. I began to hum and I moved my mouth up and down his dick. Craven could take it anymore and began fucking my mouth. I continued to stroke his love spot and used my other hand to play with my pussy because that bitch was beginning to beg for attention as well. I came all over my hand as I felt Craven's seed shoot down my throat. I sucked as he continued to cum in my mouth. I wanted to make sure I got every bit of it. I swallowed like a good girl as I smiled up at Craven and he smiled back at me. I asked him if he was ready to get back to that proposal and he laughed. Craven replied that the proposal could wait for he suddenly had an urge for something sweet as he licked those lips and arched an eyebrow. All I could do was smile because I was thinking the same thing...