9 comments/ 33682 views/ 6 favorites A New Man By: TylerWyatt First of my name is Ty, I guess my life changed last year when my wife told me "we need to talk". She informed me that she had a fellow employee that a friendship turned into something more but it was over. She swore that it barely got physical and that they did not have sex but who the fuck knows. After a few months of trying to make it work we separate when I got an apartment a mile from the house. I couldn't figure out why she would have cheated. Our sex life was ok, I never had an issue with pleasing women including her, but she claimed it wasn't a physical thing that made her find someone else. I was in good physical shape for a 35 year old man, had all my hair and made a good living. That made little sense to me then but I would soon learn that what excite you could be many different things. A week after I had moved out my wife called and asked if I had taken a box with some of our personal stuff with me. I had and she informed me that it contained some things she needed like her birth certificate and degree. She told me that her friend Erin would be stopping by to pick it up because she would be at work. Erin was her best looking friend and it wasn't even close. She was also her closest friend and too outspoken for my taste. I knew that she would run her mouth a little but I would shut her down if it got to be too much. When Erin showed up I was trying to unpack some of my stuff and make a bachelor pad after 14 years of married life. She looked so fucking hot with her long brown curly hair pulled into a pony tail and she was wearing jeans and plaid flannel shirt. She was the picture of the girl next door except her blue eyes are so stunning that it's hard to look directly into them. I'm not sure if it's because I find her that attractive or if her eyes actually hurt mine. Then she spoke. "Do you have the box?" she said in a shitty tone. "It's here somewhere but I haven't dug it out yet" I told her knowing that would piss her off. She got agitated and started to mumble. "What did you say?" I asked. "I said no wondering she fucked around on you. You are lazy, can't last two minutes and have a small dick!" She shouted. I laughed at loud to that. I guess I totally expected something stupid and hurtful to come out of her mouth but not that. "Well obviously you and Kim have never talked about our sex life. I couldn't cum in two minutes under any circumstance and there is nothing little about my dick." I told her amusingly. "Why else would she screw around on you if you weren't small?" she made a gesture with her pinky like a limp dick. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was my living situation or the fact that I was single or maybe I just didn't give a shit anymore but I pulled down my basketball shorts and my compression underwear to expose my semi erect cock. Here is a little back information on my penis; it measures 8" long and 8" in circumference, I have always called it 8 squared and my wife and buddies were the only ones who understood what I meant. My wife started calling me soda pop after she saw The Outsiders because she says it's the size of soda can, which it is. When I married my wife I had only slept with 4 women because I was embarrassed of my size and I had 2 women tell me that there was no way we were going to even try that. They both gave me a hand job and I left satisfied. So yes I have a big dick and that isn't why my wife screwed around. Erin started to open her mouth to say something as she turned her head away from me but no words came. She turned back quickly with an amazed look on her face. I grabbed the base of my cock and pointed it up at her. "It's not little" as I wiggled it towards her. "No...No it's not. She never told me that," she searched for words "she should have told me that you were huge. That's the biggest dick I have ever seen. She never said anything about it." "Why would she leave that beautiful dick?" Erin still hadn't looked up as she spoke to me. I reached out and took her hand and started pulling it towards my dick. At first it was limp and gave no fight but as I got close she stiffened up and stopped her arm. For the first time since I flipped my dick out of my shorts she looked up at me. I began moving her hand again until I felt the cool touch of her small hand on my now hardening cock. When her hand felt my dick she smiled and squeezed her hand down. I don't know if she was trying to hurt me or just fell my girth but it felt good anyways. She slowly moved her hand up and down inadvertently stroking my cock. Then she opened her mouth and began talking. "Well it may be big but big deal." The bitch said as she continued to squeeze my dick. I grabbed her by her ponytail and brought her face close to mine. I then did something I had dreamed of for almost 15 years as I kissed her deeply. The fact that I was making out with my wife's best friend, who also was married, while she stroked my cock made me hard as hell. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of me and stared at my dick as she concentrated on jerking me off for real. Erin raised my dick to my stomach and played with my balls in her other hand. "God these are huge too, you have the perfect cock and balls" she said like she was in a trance. "Tyler I want to suck you off so bad but I can't. Your wife, my husband it's just not right. Oh but I love your cock. It even smells good." I took her hair again in my one hand and my cock in the other and rubbed the head of my cock against her lips. She stuck her tongue out and swiped at my cock with it. Then she opened her mouth again and stuck her tongue out. This time I thrust my cock slowly into her mouth as she opened it wider. Erin grabbed for my dick and let go as she took as much of my girth in her mouth as she could. I wasn't surprised that she could take more of me than my wife. She sped her pace up and began fucking her own face with my dick. When she came up for air she sucked one of my balls entirely into her mouth. What a sensation. I was so turned on by the circumstances that after about 5 minutes I told her I was going to cum. "I want to taste you. Cum in mouth." She panted. With that I shot an intense load into the back of her throat. She never missed a stroke as she continued to suck me and swallow my cum. She jerked me and licked me until I was completely cleaned. Without thinking I took her face in my hands a kissed her deeply again this time tasting myself on her tongue. She had ne so turned on I didn't care. I asked her if I could fuck her but she said that was going too far and she felt bad about what happened already. As she walked to the door she turned around and kissed me one more time as she reached down and grabbed my cock with one hand through my shorts. "Amazing, this might not be over" She smiled as she walked out the door with the box she had originally came for. I was changed that day. After 14 years of marriage I realized the power of my massive cock and the excitement of fucking around with married women. This was the first of many experiences. A New Man in My Life It was my first court appearance as The Guardian Ad Litem (GAL) volunteer. I was walking to the courtroom when I bumped into Harrington. My mind was on my responsibilities as the GAL which include digging for details in the case and being the voice for the child in court proceedings. I was excited and scared because I wanted to protect the children in my caseload. Harrington was annoyed because I practically knocked him over because I was not looking where I was going or really seeing anything or anyone around me. "Why don't you watch where you are going," Harrington shouted at me in a very stern voice. "I'm very sorry, my mind was somewhere else," I replied softly. Then I rushed on making my way to the courtroom moments before the clerk called the case. I got to my seat waiting for my name to called in the case. Thankfully the child was returned to her parents but they would be supervised by their social worker. In addition, I would make monthly home visits to advise the judge as to how well the child was progressing. As I turned to leave the courtroom, I saw Harrington sitting on the last row near the door. He watched me walking down the aisle making sure that I knew that he was watching me. About two rows before I reached his seat he stood up. By the time I reached his row of seats he was standing in the aisle. He walked ahead holding the door for me as I left. "Thank you." "You are welcome. I heard you talking to the judge are you an attorney?" "No. Guardian Ad Litem is a citizen volunteer who watches out for the interest of children within the judicial system." "You did a great job. How long you been doing that?" "It was my first case, the first time before a judge. I was very nervous and excited about helping someone in distress." "Congratulations on not letting it show. There was no sign that you were nervous. You seemed very confident." "Thank you that was very kind of you to say that." "Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me so that I can apologize for my gruff manner earlier this morning." "There's no need for you to make anything up to me. I did bump into you because I wasn't looking where I was going." "Yes but give me a chance to show you that I am a nice guy." "OK, but I can only stay a few minutes." "Right across the street there is a coffee shop that serves great coffee." We got acquainted as we walked across the street talking about the Guardian Ad Litem program. Harrington told me that he was a real estate investor at the courthouse to get a variance for a piece of property that he owns. He wanted to put a business in an area that was zoned for residential. Since there would not be many customers coming to the property he was able to get the variance. He would be able to rent it to an established graphic design firm who needed an additional location for some of their artists. I could not help but notice what a handsome man Harrington is. He is tall 6'2" with dark brown hair slightly graying at the temples. His eyes are brown with unusually long lashes that give an impression of having on a little eyeliner. Don't get me wrong there is nothing feminine about him. He is all man what some people call an alpha male. In every area of his life he is a hard driving goal oriented man. As we conversed, I noticed that he enjoyed taking the lead in the conversation. He was not boastful but he gave the impression of being very powerful through his mannerism and expressions in his choice of words. He stood to walk out of the coffee shop with me. Harrington wore a suit that showed his physique to his advantage. Wide shoulders, small waist with powerful thighs gave him an Adonis like appearance. So sexy and unbelievably he said that he was single. While having coffee he told me a little about himself. I told him less about myself. At 41 he is more than ten years older than me. Under most circumstances I didn't date men more than five years older than me. The reason is because I didn't want to follow my mother's example. She had married my stepfather who was 20 years older than her. I can't stand the way he orders her around or the way she does whatever he tells her to do. So I made a decision for my life that I would not date much older men. But there was something about Harrington that intrigued me. "Would join me for dinner tonight?" "Yes, where would you like to meet?" "A gentleman always picks up a lady at her home." "Since we just met, I'd prefer to meet you at the restaurant. We can see how it goes from there." "Are you afraid of me?" "Not afraid just cautious you can't be too careful these days." "Just for you, just this time I am willing to meet you at Andre's at 7:30. Do you know where it is located?" I wondered why he wanted to go out with me as well as what made me consent to go out with him. He had a moneyed look like he was a man of authority. That's probably the reason I wanted to have dinner with him to find out if I was right. Later I realized that I simply found him very attractive. In fact, at the restaurant I it dawned on me that I'd like to have sex with him. Harrington did not make any moves to direct us towards getting physical. Instead he asked me to go to an auction with him the following Saturday. When I said yes, he said he would pick me up at my home. I developed a feeling of confidence in him so I gave him my address. We agreed that he would pick me up Saturday morning at 8:30. Since it was only Wednesday I had three whole days to decide what to wear and how to do my hair. I tried on many different outfits every day to see what fit best as well as what me look tastefully sexy. It was July with temperature of 95 degrees outside. I decided to wear a coral fit and flare sundress that made my waist look tiny. My long curly red hair was particularly thick because of the humid weather therefore I put it up a ponytail using a hair ornament that my mother gave me. When Harrington arrived to pick me up, he was wearing a khaki suit with a knit shirt sports shirt and tan Italian loafers. He was so handsome I felt myself swooning though I hoped that he did not pick up on it. As we walked to his car he took my hand in his. The auction was successful for him. He got the two properties that he wanted at a price that he said would give him a hefty profit. It was only 11:30 so Harrington suggested that we grab some lunch then come up with a plan for the rest of the day. By comparison he was more sophisticated than anyone I had ever dated. He knew about local and state politics. To insure that his investments were profitable he monitored political developments so that he could take actions to safeguard his holdings if needed. Needless to say, he was an impressive man well respected locally and nationally. I felt proud to be with him though I decided that he was out of my league and that I would not see him again. Harrington sensed that I was withdrawing from him. He called me out on that wanting to know what was wrong. "You're out of my league," I said expressing my honest feelings. "Why do you say that?" "You're wealthy powerful a real mover and shaker. I don't fit into that crowd. I'm a more free spirited kind of go with the flow person." "You fit in. I checked you out. You have an online clothing business, graduated with a degree in English from a very good college, volunteer your time and have never even had a parking ticket. Sounds like a great fit to me." "No I don't think it would work. I only work about 15 to 20 hours a week just enough to make around $100,000 a year so that I can live in a good neighborhood, save a little money and go a vacation each year. I'm not ambitious at all. Seems like you'd want a woman more like you." "I've had women like me. I've been looking for someone like you." His frankness and persistence threw me off guard. I was not sure how to respond. I didn't want to argue but I didn't want to leave the door open that we could be an item. The rest of the ride home we spent talking about weather, the way the town was growing anything but us as a couple. When he arrived at my house, he turned off the car and took my hand in his. "Give being with me a try, if after a month you still feel that you don't fit in I'll accept your decision and move on. What do you say?" Against my better judgement, I agreed to continue seeing him for a month. We made date for Tuesday evening kissed good night then I went into my house. Thoughts were swirling around in my head. I was attracted to him but there was something about him that kept trying to come up in my mind that I could not put my finger on. After two weeks with Harrington, I knew exactly what had put my off with him. He was like my stepfather. All he had to do was tell me to do something and I did it without hesitation. The feeling of being submissive to him was unsettling to me. Unlike my mother I did not like it. I decided that I would not continue to see him. Harrington was to come over that night. I would end the relationship. As I sat reviewing the time that we had spent together, I had to admit that I had enjoyed most of it. In bed he was a powerful, forceful lover that left me totally satisfied every time we made love. His phallus was average in length but thick in circumference. His favorite position was missionary style with my legs over his shoulders. In that position he was in total command and in control of my orgasm. His thrusts were hard and deep. Each time we made love he began with a slow entry into me. Gradually he picked up the pace with bed shaking powerful thrilling thrusts. "Oh Harrington, you make me feel so good. Oooooooo baby don't stop." "Is it good to you baby," he asked. "Yes, oh Harrington I love the way you fuck me don't stop." "Open your legs wider baby so I go deeper and make you feel even better." I opened as wide as I could and as promised he made me feel even better. I began my ascent to climax and Harrington joined me climaxing simultaneously. Though we didn't always climax together it happened often with the two of us being total satiated wrapped in each other's arms. I knew if I continued with him I would be under his total control. I did not want that with any man. All day I was dreading telling Harrington it was over but it had to be done. I thought it was the right thing to do and I did not want to drag it out knowing that I had made a decision to end it between us. When Harrington walked in the door he sensed that something was off with me. He took me in his arms kissing and caressing me stirring my desire for him. Kissing my neck, mouth, eyelids and breasts I walked backwards with my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist into the bedroom falling backwards onto the bed. He unbuttoned my blouse pulling my bra down from my breasts alternately kissing, sucking and licking them. I opened my legs so that he had access to my opening since I was not wearing any panties. Harrington's middle finger swept over my slit lightly teasing my clit with his thumb. His touch was enough to stimulate me but not the way he knew I loved it when he touched with pressure and force. Suddenly he stopped. He looked at me saying, "beg me to make love to you." I was too far into my passion to stop so I did as he asked. "Harrington, please make love to me." "You don't sound like you really want me." "Harrington, I love the way you fuck me. Please, please I need you now. Please fuck me." "Are you sure? I had the feeling that you did not want to be with me." "Harrington, I love you please make love me. I can't take it. Please baby I need you right now." Apparently I said what he wanted he hear because he resumed making love. I climaxed after only a few thrusts. But Harrington did not stop to let me catch my breath he kept going sending me into a second climax then he still kept going making me orgasm again. The third time he climaxed with me. Our simultaneous climax was so powerful that I started crying because I had never been so satisfied by making love in my life. Harrington held me as I lay on his chest. He started to rub my behind as I lay there. Then he rolled me over on my back leaning on one arm looking down at me. "You were going to call it quits with us tonight weren't you." "No. "Tell me the truth." "Yes, I don't like being ordered around. You always tell me what to do and I do it. I like being a free spirit able to do what I like whenever I like. I know that I can't do that with you. My mother is so submissive that she lets her husband order her around I don't want to be that kind of woman, I don't want to be like her. "So you think that I would control you?" "Yes. I do." "Well you are right. I would control you. I believe a man should control his woman. He has a right to insure order in the relationship and that he is taking care of her. Whether you realize it or not you are my woman and have been since the moment we met. I did not meet you by accident. Your stepfather told me about you. I came to the courthouse to meet you. But you bumped into me that I did not plan. I'm the right man for you. You need me. Yes, you are a free spirit but you sometimes get in trouble because of that. For example, you have a thyroid condition but you don't take your medication as prescribed, you have only 6 hours left before you finish your master's degree and you keep putting off taking the classes and you want a new car but you won't work more to earn enough money to buy one. Making sure that you take care of yourself and do what you need to do to have the things you want is not ordering you around it is taking care of you." "I can see that." "Do you believe that I love you and want the best for you?" "Yes you've have made me feel so secure when I'm with you." "Why would you throw that away because you want to a free spirit?" "I like being free. I like being able to do what I want when I want." "Nobody can do that all the time. Everybody answers to somebody." "You don't." "Of course I do. I have to follow laws, obey rules at the club everybody obeys rules. As my woman you have to obey my rules. Do you understand?" "Shouldn't you be asking me whether I agree to that instead of whether I understand?" "No, because as of this moment whether you agree or not you are my woman and you will obey me. There will be consequences if you don't." "You don't have the right to tell me what to do we're not married and I haven't agreed to be your woman." "When you opened your legs to me you agreed to be my woman. You better to get used to the fact that we are together from now on you belong to me and I belong to you." I did not answer him instead I closed my eyes turning my back to him. He took hold of my shoulder rolling me over onto my back. "You did not answer me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Harrington I understand." "Are you going to obey my rules?" "It depends on the rules." He seemed to lose patience and wanted to be sure that I understood that he was very serious when he said that there would be consequences with disobedience. "You are being sarcastic my dear. Part of obeying my rules is having a respectful tone when addressing me." Suddenly he pulled me across his lap and began spanking me. I definitely did not see that coming. I was trying to loosen myself from his grip and make him stop spanking me. He continued to spank me until I cried telling him that I would be good and obey him. I was very angry with him about spanking me like I was a little child. After the spanking I was subdued not talking but definitely not pouting because I did not want another spanking. He knelt between my legs then leaned down holding my lips apart as he kissed and licked my vulva. Before I knew it I was aroused and ready to make love again. He kept at it until I had an orgasm then continued until I had another. I was exhausted but satisfied. My anger was gone and I felt strangely submissive to Harrington. Later that evening Harrington told me what he expected from me and I surprised myself when I heard myself say that I would obey him and accept the consequences if I didn't. Harrington told me that he expected me to submit to his leadership that I would be a woman taken in hand. By that he meant he was to be obeyed and if not I would receive physical punishment. He said that he wanted me to finish my master's degree and grow my online business to its potential. The best thing was that he would pay for my classes and provide whatever money I needed to take the business to the next level. Sure, getting the money to take classes and to grow my business would be nice but I knew that I was giving up my independence. I was not desperate for either business growth or the master's degree. I was doing just fine without them. Honestly though I had never been so satisfied sexually as I am with Harrington. He had spoiled me I couldn't do without having Harrington between my legs. In some ways knowing that he will beat me if I disobey him provides a little sexual tension between us. In addition, I am getting more done. My business has really taken off and I have finished my classes, written my thesis and gotten my master's degree. I felt very proud for having received my diploma. Harrington and I have gotten married and I am a very submissive wife just like my mother. A New Master I admit to being nervous and afraid, but that is part of the excitement. I have been with Doms in the past, but today I was meeting a true master, someone who had spent years perfecting Your techniques. I was heading to an address You had given me, dressed as instructed in only my high heels, and black stockings, covered by a long coat. I am not a model, but I like to think I am beautiful. I am 5'11" with long legs, and I wear a 40DDD, that is as far as most men get when they look at me. I have brown eyes and short red hair. Per Your instructions, I park in the garage at the address You gave me. As I walk towards the house, I hear the garage door closing. I am getting seriously nervous at this point. My car is hidden away, and no one knows where I am. As I approach the door, a young man of maybe 20 opens it for me. "The master is expecting you. May I take your coat?" I want to keep my coat on, but somehow know that I am to surrender it, along with myself. As I remove my coat, I can feel the young man's eyes roaming hungrily over my body. You carefully hang my coat up and lead me to a set of stairs. "Follow the stairs to the room below and wait there." As I enter the staircase, I hear the door close and lock behind me. I am trembling with fear but I continue down the stairs, as there is now no turning back. The stairwell is pitch black and I run my hands along the wall to keep from stumbling. I pause at the bottom, unsure where to go in the complete darkness. Suddenly, I am grabbed and spun to the side. You place a blindfold over my eyes and a collar around my neck. I can feel a length of leather hanging down against my breasts and thighs. You grab the leather leash and pull on it, leading me forward. You have not spoken a word and I long to hear your voice, to confirm that you are the same man I have talked to and have learned to trust. You don't say a word, however, as you fasten leather restraints around my wrists and lift them above my head. They are hooked to a chain that hangs from the ceiling, and my toes barely touch the ground. Your hands caress my shoulders, sliding down to massage my breasts. You pinch and pull at each nipple eliciting a small whimper from deep in my throat. Your touch is firm but not painful as you continue exploring my exposed body. I feel your fingers probing the entrance to my pussy, stroking the lips before plunging inside me. They are gone just as quickly they were inserted. You caress my ass cheeks and then abruptly sink a finger deep in my ass, and remove it. I realize that you are assessing me, judging me, and I can only hope that you approve. The blindfold is removed but it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they do, I see you standing before me. You are very tall, at least 6'2", with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Your strength is obvious under the snug jeans and black silk shirt that envelop your body and I long to touch you. You release the chain suspending my arms. "To your knees, now!" I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes on the floor. "You may leave now, but if you do, you may never return. If you choose to stay, then you are agreeing to submit to my every command. Red is your safe word and if you choose to use it, I will stop whatever I am doing and you will leave this house forever. These are your choices. Do you choose to stay my pet?" As clearly as I can, I answer, "Yes master, I choose to stay." "Great, then let us start." You grab the leash and pull me to my feet, leading me over to a device composed of two sawhorses joined by approximately 3-foot boards at the end. Each surface was wrapped with padding. You fasten leather restraints to each ankle and fasten them to the legs of the sawhorse so I am standing with my legs spread wide. Reaching in your pocket, you produce a set of nipple clamps, joined by a fine chain, with a light weight sliding along the chain. You pinch my right nipple, pulling it away from my body until it is standing stiffly upright. You attach the clamp, and a sharp pain shoots through my nipple. I want to scream, but know it will displease you, so I bite it back. Without a pause you begin pinching and pulling on my left nipple and attach the clamp. The pain on the left side is not as bad, as I know what to expect. You drop the weight, about an ounce, and I cry out from the increased pain coursing through my tender nipples. As soon as the clamps are attached, you bend me forward, so that my shoulders rest against the other sawhorse. Separating my wrists, you quickly attach them to the legs of the second sawhorse, completely and effectively immobilizing me. The weight pulls at my nipples with a mild, but constant pain and I find my pussy was getting wet from the sensation. You then replace the blindfold, completely blinding me. I hear you walking away from me. It seems like forever before I hear you return but it was probably only a minute or so. I feel something cool and hard being rubbed along my inner pussy lips. Then you press it slowly into me. It is thick and hard and inch-by-inch you insert the rubber toy into my hot pussy. The toy stretches my cunt tight, but little do I know that you aren't done yet. I feel you spreading lube along my ass crack, and then you insert a toy in my tight virgin ass, it seems huge. You are being gentle and taking it slow but it still hurts. The plug feels huge, especially pressing against the large toy in my pussy. You wrap a wide leather belt around my waist, and run a strap from that between my legs and attach it to the back of the belt, effectively holding the toys snugly inside me. Pain and discomfort quickly turn to arousal but I can do nothing but wait until you decide I am worthy of release. I hear you moving around, but I can't tell what you're doing. Suddenly you grab my hair, pulling my head up, and I feel your cock pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and tentatively lick the head of your swollen cock. You rub it along my lips as I lick you, loving the taste of your manhood. Then you press it past my lips, sliding it slowly into my warm wet mouth. I accept your hard cock inch by inch into my mouth, and then into my waiting throat as I fight the urge to gag. Your cock is longer and thicker than any I have ever deep throated before. You pause for a moment when you are buried to the hilt, your balls resting on my chin. Then I feel a low, deep throbbing begin in my stuffed cunt. The toy you had buried there is actually a remote vibrator. The sensations add to my arousal, making me eager to suck your cock for all I am worth. You begin moving with slow, long strokes and I caress you with my tongue as you slide in and out. I press my tongue against the underside of your cock as you thrust into my mouth and lick the head as you pull out. Your strokes quicken and soon you're fucking my mouth in short, quick stokes, each ending deep in my throat. With this change in pace, you turn the vibrator up higher. My pussy is on fire with the need to come, my hips bucking against the sawhorse. You're slamming your cock into my mouth and throat. The sensations from the vibrator are intense, but not enough to trigger my orgasm. Between you fucking my mouth and the vibrator in my cunt, I am moving and shaking as much as my restraints would allow causing the weight on the nipple chain to swing, intensifying the painful sensations in my nipples. I can feel your cock pulsing in my throat and know you will be feeding your hot cum to me very shortly. You hold my head tightly and bury your cock in my throat with every stroke, and then I feel you tensing. "I am cumming my pet, do not waste a single drop or you will be severely punished." With that said, you bury your cock in my throat and I feel the first of your hot cum splashing against the back of my throat. Shot after shot, it seems as if you're shooting a gallon of hot cum into me. You pull your cock from my mouth slowly, allowing me to thoroughly clean it with my tongue. I notice you are still hard as you pull from my lips. I am very near my own climax, but you have other plans and turn it off, leaving me frustrated and on the edge. I almost cry out from frustration and desire, but I know that will only bring punishment and I bite my lip to keep quiet. You walk behind me and release the strap holding the toys in, removing the vibrator but not the butt plug. You then release my wrists and ankles and stand me up. You lead me to a waist high bench. I lie down on my back and you fasten my wrists above me, my hips hanging over the edge. My legs are lifted onto your shoulders and I feel the head of your cock rubbing along my nether lips. You enter me slowly, both of us feeling every inch sinking into my velvet sleeve. You press forward filling me with your hot, hard cock. You can feel the plug in my ass pressing against you as you fuck me with slow strokes, in up to your balls and back out to the head. Your thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. My hips thrust upward, yearning for more contact and allowing you to sink deeper in my hot snatch. I can feel my climax building even as I feel your tempo increasing. All that can be heard is our moans of pleasure and flesh meeting flesh, the oldest melody in the world. I only wish that I could look into your eyes and see the pleasure there. We are both rapidly approaching the peak and your thumb rubs harder against my tender nub. "Cum for me my pet! Cum for me now" you say. And the ripples of my orgasm swell, into a tidal wave of pleasure. I cum harder than ever before, the walls of my cunt clutching at your cock, milking it. I feel you tense against me. "Oh god yes, you little slut, I am cumming just for you," and I feel the first shot of hot cum splash against my inner walls. I can feel every time your cock tenses as you shoot your load inside of me. Over and over you thrust forward and shoot deep, until you collapse against me. We lay like that for a few moments, catching our breath, then you release my wrists and remove the blindfold. Gently you pick me up and carry me to bed. As you cuddle against me, I know I have made the right choice. A New Master Tall, dark, handsome and young, that was exactly the way she liked her men, and he was far from disappointing. She thought she was making a mistake in waiting, he was more than a half hour late, and was deciding for the third time to leave when he came up to her, breathless, apologetic and glorious. When their eyes met, she knew it was going to be an experience. His playful, mischievous eyes held hers and told a story of things to come. As they decided to go have a drink somewhere close by, she shivered with anticipation and walked at his side, barely keeping up with the stride of his powerful legs. While they drank and talked, the air between them was heavy with their pleasure and desire. She had decided to go to a hotel with him before he even suggested it, or to suggest it herself if he didn’t. At some point, he took her hand and held it to his body, letting her feel his hardening cock, which felt thick and long. When he reached in between her legs, she felt almost embarrassed by the heat coming from her. They had to walk a few blocks to find a cab to take them to their destination, and he stopped them and pulled her to him against the nearest building. His hands moved urgently over her body, under her coat, squeezing her breasts, and pinching the nipples, even bending to lick one and suck it until it was tight and hard, and she stroked his chest and pulled at his hard cock through his pants. The cab ride was a quiet frenzy in the backseat; he opened his zipper and pulled his cock out through the opening. It was so beautiful, a rounded, smooth, very plump head, and a thick, solid trunk of a shaft, pulsing visibly. He gently pulled her head forward and looked deeply into her eyes. She broke their contact to bend down and kiss the tip of his cock gently. Wetting her lips, she made a tight O with them and descended on that proud dick. When she had taken as much of it as she could, she tightened her lips further, swished her tongue all over the underside, and slid back to the tip, never letting go of it. Her lips anchored under the lip around his cockhead, and she sucked and ran her tongue roughly around his smooth, swollen flesh. He moaned, pressing his cock back into her mouth, and she sucked him hard and long, touching his balls with her tongue and licking them while she jerked his cock in her petite, tight, wet fist. They got to the place, and went to get a room. Arranging for a few hours of private time, they had to wait for something to become available. They decided to go get some beers and waited outside on the street, talking, and flirting. He even took his cock out again, and holding his coat open, she bent down and sucked on it, feeling she had never tasted such a delicious cock, and how very erotic this all was. Finally they were in the room, and he wasted no time in grabbing her and pulling her to him. He kissed her roughly, and pulled her pants down to her knees. She felt herself being turned, and pushed down onto the bed. Her legs were hanging off the bed awkwardly, and she felt him slide between her legs and pull her thighs up to make her open wider. The broad head of his swollen cock rubbed in between her pussy lips, she could feel them being pushed apart widely, and the wide, very hard shaft stroking over her clit, making it pulse, and swell from under its soft hood. When he entered her, she realized just how thick his cock was. She was stretched to what felt like her limit, the walls of her pussy felt altered, widened, as she spread to accommodate him. She felt the fat tip meet her cervix, and he thrust mercilessly, then pulling back and plunging back in, over and over. After stroking in and out of her for a while, he got up and lay down on the bed, his cock waving in the air, begging for attention. She crawled up to it, and asked his permission to suck it, her eyes begging silently, her tongue running around her lips, hungry to taste her juices on his throbbing, sticky dick. He pulled her up to him by her tits, taking hold of the heavy, pink-tipped globes, and making her kiss him, then move down to lick and suck on his hard, tiny nipples. She bit and stroked them with her wet tongue, and he moaned, and forced her further down his body. Her mouth dripped as she dragged her tongue across his flat stomach, and let his bobbing organ brush her cheek. It was wet, a very big, clear drop was rolling down the shaft, and another was forming at the dimple in the tip. She could feel the trail across her cheek, leading to her lips, which she rubbed across him, gathering the slick, sticky wetness on her mouth and tongue, and started to lick up and down his hard stalk, Looking up into his eyes, she continued to tease him, lapping up and down, then pulling away for him to see the clear, strings that attached them from cock to mouth. She started to suck him then, really stroking his cock with her mouth, sliding her hand expertly along the smooth shaft, feeling the pulse inside, growing stronger, the outer layer of skin moving over the hard stalk inside his dick, feeling it fatten and grow hotter, darkening with the blood rushing into it. It throbbed when she swallowed the length of it, and held it in her throat, his moans told her how much he loved it. Grabbing her by the arm, he stopped her ravaging of his dick. He pulled her on top of him, and with her back to his chest, she slid the raging organ into her hot pussy. His hands grabbed her hips and rolled them back and forth, she was moving on his cock like a machine. They both watched themselves in the mirror on the ceiling, and he caressed her tits and teased her clit while he fucked her. When he held her face close to his, and made her look up at their reflection, she was so turned on that she started to cum violently on his cock, her juices pouring out around him, letting him drive in deeper, his body under her covered in her cum. While she watched in the mirror, he pulled his huge dick out of her pussy and shot thick streams of his hot cum all over her body. She shuddered out her orgasm as the hot cum coated her pulsating clit, and slid down between her pussy lips. “Next time, I’m going to rape that sweet ass of yours”, he said, holding her face to his, and cradling her body on top of his. “I’m going to fill it with my cream, and you’re going to love it.” She smiled at his reflection, “I know I will, baby, I know I will.” Further adventures with Master to come… A New Master She trembled. He was very angry. She had climaxed, again, without permission and now he would punish her. Publicly. She feared he would beat her, although their agreement included a clause against it. Still. He blindfolded her. “Since you could not obey me and hold your climax,” he said, “I have sold your contract to another Master. Maybe he will have better luck in training you.” Sold! She heard another voice, deep, soft. Then the closing of the door. “I have purchased you,” said the stranger. “Your previous Master said you climaxed without permission. Is this true?” “Yes, Master,” she said softly, trembling. “Do you enjoy orgasms?” “If my Master wishes,” she replied. “I asked if you enjoy it,” he said again, his voice stern. Her trembling increased. “Yes, Master,” she said as her head drooped. “How long can you sustain an orgasm?” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t know, Master.” He removed her blindfold. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Her new master was huge. Well over seven feet tall and well muscled. His handsome face was expressionless, his odd, gold eyes, cool. He removed her previous master’s collar and laid it on a table. She felt suddenly naked. “Follow,” he said. She obediently followed him, one step behind, as he led her out of the club. She heard the shocked murmurs from the other subs. She tried not to show her uncertainty. She had been sold to the only master who was never pleased. He took her to his car and put her in the passenger seat, then drove her to her new home. Inside the house, he ordered her to strip. “You will remain nude at all times,” he said. “Follow.” He led her to a room filled with chains and toys. And whips. Then he stripped, tossing his clothes on a chair. She suppressed a moan. He was huge! “The only rule I have,” he said as he watched her, “is that you must take whatever I give you.” He held her eyes with his. “Your climax is to be allowed to flow, you will not deny me any of your reactions. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Her eyes flicked to the toys and whips. She desperately wanted to ask him not to beat her. “What is it?” “Please, Master,” she whispered, “the…whips?” His gold eyes flashed briefly. “Do you want to feel the kiss of the leather?” he asked softly. “Please, Master, no…” her whisper was barely audible, her shiver of fear very evident. He studied her. “Here,” he said, indicating where he wanted her to stand. Chains. She made no resistance when he shackled her wrists and fastened her to a chain. Then he pulled, raising her arms over her head. He shackled her ankles to eyebolts in the floor, spreading her legs wide. He tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her, hard, demanding. Hungry. He gagged her. Now he would begin. He teased her breasts, pulling at her nipples until she was writhing against his hands. He placed the clamps and tightened them until she tried to scream. A clitoral stimulator was placed and turned on full power. She jerked madly as the intense vibrations mingled with the pain in her breasts. He tipped her head up to look into her fevered eyes. A cool smile. “There is more,” he said softly. He wheeled over a machine with a dildo attached to it. He positioned it between her legs then slowly impaled her, watching her eyes widen. Her hips rocked, trying to ease the pain of the dildo penetrating her. She whimpered. Then he turned on the machine. In. Out. Steady, hard thrusts. He went to a comfortable chair to watch and wait. Soon, she was writhing against the constant motion of the machine and the vibrations against her clitoris. Her nipples ached, the clamps bobbing and pulling at her. Time to add something. He touched a switch and the dildo began to vibrate. Her first orgasm hit her. Her back arched as her hips jerked. Her body rippling with the convulsions. His gold eyes gleamed. She had a very intense first orgasm. He idly stroked his massive penis as he watched her writhe. He increased the vibrations and the motion of the machine. This was the level when all of the other subs he’d had either fainted or were hysterical. She was moaning now, her body thrashing in the chains, bucking against the machine, the maddening vibrations on her clitoris, the steady pull of the heavy clamps on her nipples. Another massive orgasm rippled through her. It had barely begun to subside when another peaked. Her hips were jerking madly as her orgasm kept spiraling and higher. Another notch higher on the machine. Her eyes were closed as her body convulsed in constant orgasm. He watched her writhe and spasm for hours, occasionally increasing the intensity of the machine until he had it at full power. His penis was now monstrously erect and quivering. His golden eyes blazed with lust as he watched her orgasm go on and on. He got up and roughly pulled the machine from her. Her eyes snapped open in shock. He lunged upward, impaling her on his monstrous erection. Then he took her, lunging up into her spasming body with all of his considerable strength. Her hips jerked against him as he slammed into her. He pulled on her clamped nipples. Her scream was trapped behind the gag. And her orgasm intensified, gripping his huge penis with hard, rhythmic spasms that went on and on. He thrust savagely into her for hours, his control over his own orgasm complete. He took her hard until he began to tire. Then he let his orgasm burst. His penis swelled in her, pulsing a flood of fiery ejaculate deep into her convulsing body. Then he held her tight, still impaling her, as her orgasm slowly subsided. He eased from her quivering body and stepped back. She hung limp in the chains. He released her ankles and then her wrists. He caught her as she crumbled. He removed the gag and kissed her. “Very good,” he said softly. “But there is more.” She trembled in his arms and looked up at him, eyes shining. “Yes, please, Master,” she breathed. And there was much more as he played with her and took her, sating himself in her again and again. Her joy was complete when he collared her. And then used her savagely for days. A New Master, A New Life Sometimes there just is no justice in this world. You work towards a goal and it comes up short. My goal was to find a good Master to take care of me and to learn me and my needs and desires. Well in the 3 short years of looking, I have found one who really appeals to me. One who has given me time to think and time to be myself without having to worry about what anyone else thinks. This man is a friend, true in all the senses of the word. He allows me to be a thinking feeling submissive without taking my individuality away from me. He gives me something to work towards, being a true submissive. Lets just say, he turns my crank! My story starts in a chat room. I am clowning around with friends and teasing the unattached doms. One in particular catches my eye and I watch him from afar, as far as you can get in a chat room. He smiles at me and teases back at me and we banter back and forth. One day he comes into the chat room and I decide to seek him out in one of my old jokes, I tell him he needs to come home, our nine children need him to come home and there's one on the way. He joins right in and begins to talk as if we have been married for 20 years. Everyone is stunned and my private message box lights up! They all want to know if we are indeed married and have children. The joke begins to get interesting. So on the joke goes for a few days. We go back and forth with it. I am really enjoying this, and I suspect from the talks we have in the room, he is too. A few of the regulars begin to question me as to what his intention is, and I just tell them we are friends. I did not think anything serious would ever come of it. After all, it's just virtual chat. After a week of this playfulness, I get a private message from him, asking if he may speak to me. I am agreeable, as we have grown to be friends and I do talk to my friends privately. He wants to know if I am available, and at the time I am not. I have one master who is not too responsive to my needs. I am seeking release from him and he is balking at letting me go. After a lot of thinking I decided this would be worth trying. He is a gentleman and many in the room we chat in approve of him. So, after many attempts to be released I decided to release myself from my former master. This new man in my life has assured me of his intentions and I am excited to be going into a positive relationship. This is a new situation for me, since every single male, and some who are not single, I have ever been associated with in chat has the idea I want to cyber them as soon as we meet. This man does not want to cyber, he wants to get to know me. Wow, a shock. My proverbial pants will stay in place, at least for the time being. As the days went by, he and I talked and teased and chatted about what we wanted. We found we have a lot in common and we want much the same things. Music, flea markets, auctions, all the things that give us something other than sex to talk about, as would be the norm for all the other men I have encountered. It is taking some time to get to know each other and I have enjoyed it all. I am comfortable with him and I believe he is with me also. I do tend to tease him unmercifully at times and he has proven he has much control, much to my chagrin, he knows how also to tease me to the point of distraction. Well this is the first chapter of what I hope is many. In time as we progress I am sure that things will get juicy, and I will be able to describe some very heavy scenes that we produce. Until then, thank you for reading and I hope you come back for more. A New Mate I had just locked my bike and slung my backpack over my shoulder when someone shouted "Hannes wait!" from behind. Turning around, I saw a blonde cyclist swing recklessly through the schoolyard. I recognized Gustav immediately, and raised my hand to greet him. He skidded instead. "Hey!" said he as I approached. "What's up?" I asked. We hadn't seen each for a year since he studied in America as an exchange student. It was California for sure, since the sun had burned his fair skin considerably. If you knew Gustav, you'd suspect too that he spent as much time lounging with all the beautiful people as he did studying. Was I jealous--absolutely. But unlike his doctor parents, mine couldn't afford the program. "Fuck!" he said, giving me a big manly hug. "You've beefed up!" I said as he released me. "You don't think I just bay-watched..." he said, grinning. Gustav was always into something, but it was always challenging and often cool. Take kickboxing, for example. He started at 15, and soon dragged me in. But that only lasted one semester, whereafter something else interested him. Sure, we had e-mailed each other this past year, and I enjoyed his reports. On second thought, I wasn't surprised he put on five kilos of muscle. Grinning, he continued. "You know, you can't be limp on the Cali beach." Since kindergarten, we had hung out like a band of thieves. Where he was always spontaneous and outgoing, I was calm and reserved. What would he have done if I hadn't cleaned up after all the wacky antics he dragged me into? Anyway, I missed his company, although I'd never admit it. "How are the girls?" he asked suddenly. I answered him with an embarrassed look. "But damn it Hannes, you haven't stuck your thumb out?" he continued. Girls, it turned out, were not my strong point. There was Madeleine, but I could never overcome my insecurities or shyness enough to approach her. She moved on. Worst, that wasn't even the first time it happened. Each failure brought misery and sense of worthlessness. On a friend-only level, however, I never had problem with girls. Yet as soon I crossed that line, I'd just clam up. That pushed them away. Gustav, on the other hand, was a chick magnet. They flocked around him, but never me--the wingman. While Gustav was on the beach, I was running hard--even sporting black runner's shorts and a red Peak-T, a fancy kind of t-shirt. By the end, I was thoroughly tanned and toned. Although I didn't build muscle like Gustav, I was still proud overall. The first day of school always surprised me. I could never wait to see how tanned everyone had become, and how the girls had changed. Did they bring more curves? To have seen all new students with high hopes for the future was exciting nonetheless. I couldn't wait to finish school. Poor Gustav--California delayed his graduation a year. "See you at lunch huh?" I asked him. "Sure," he said, leaving for the cafeteria. Math was after lunch. Rounding a corner, I bumped into a group of girls. Instinctively, I held onto the person I collided into. Giggling, she looked up at me. A petite, sandy-haired chick looked up at me with the most awesome blue eyes. Without a doubt, I had no idea who these girls were. All I could say was "Excuse me," to which she replied with "It's okay!" Embarrassed, I had to move on. It was clear they were giggling, and after a few steps I turned and found them looking my way. The girl I forgot to introduce myself to waved. Oddly, I didn't blush. I sat down next to Philip and Henry. Gustav, Philip and I have been friends on and off since middle school, so when Gustav left we hung out more often. Henry was Philip's friend, which made me the third wheel. The class assembled. Everyone was the same more or less, although a few girls had become quite curvaceous. After roll call someone knocked on the door, catching everyone's attention. Before Victoria--our teacher--opened it, the girl popped her head in and asked "Excuse me, but is this class 'NV3b'?" "That's right," said Victoria. "Alright," she replied, opening the door completely. My stomach knotted. She was tall, slim, and had waist-length, braided black hair. I didn't expect anyone to wear heels either! The low cut black pants complemented her black tank top decorated with geometric skulls. I could just spot her tanned belly. " Hi, I'm Ida," she introduced herself, shaking Victoria's hand. "Victoria," she replied, " and welcome! Sit wherever you want." Ida surveyed the classroom before approaching me. "Hey, is this seat free?" she asked kindly. "Sure," I said,removing my bag from the chair. "Thank you," she said, and sat down with a smile. Her arms were wonderfully tanned and speckled with tiny hairs bleached from the sun. I wanted to check whether they were as soft as they looked. She wore little makeup, perhaps only eyeliner, and no jewelry except a ring on the left middle finger. She caught me eyeing it, but smiled the whole time. Work began as the lecture ended. Every time Ida looked up from her notebook, I noticed her checking my work. "How do you do this?" she asked, pressing her question by touching my arm. Her warm fingers almost tickled, and I couldn't help but wince. "It's not suppose to tickle!" she giggled. "It's okay," I said, glancing at her work. Although I wasn't the best at complex numbers, it was obvious she made simple mistakes. But her writing, neat and structured, was a pleasure to read. "Here is the error," I jotted down, and then circled the spots. "Ah..." she moaned. Her big brown eyes offset an apologetic smile. "Embarrassing. What's your name anyway?" she asked. "Hannes--well, actually my name is John, but my parents call me that." Although she had scribbled beside her errors, I couldn't make it out. Meanwhile, Victoria assigned homework. This made me sigh. Since class was going to resume shortly, I stretched in the hallway. Ida joined me, and we chatted all along the hallway. She was pleasant and undoubtedly smart. This coupled well with her sense of humor and politeness; although my joke was hardly funny, she laughed anyway. "Hannes, I'm lost. Could you help me find my locker and then show me where the cafeteria is?" "Sure. Lockers are ordered logically. The letter indicates which section the locker is in while the first number indicates the floor. The last number is the actual locker." "Okay, then we'll to G-section, first floor," she said, looking for her key. "It's the same place as my locker," I said, "which number are you?" "Twenty-four, and you?" "Seventeen," I replied. "Then we're almost neighbors!" said Ida, smiling at me. We walked and I pointed out the premises along the way. Of course, the locker corridor bustled with students and was littered with backpacks. Ida quickly found her locker and tossed her bag in. Still stuffing my supplies in, I said "I'm waiting for a friend--that's okay?" "Of course,"'said Ida. We continued chatting until Gustav appeared. "Hey--you've finally stuck your thumb out!" he said. Nodding at Ida, he grinned. Embarrassed, I introduced her. "This is my new classmate Ida." "Nice," said Gustav. He was already putting his hand on her lower back to guide her down the hall. Sigh. As usual, girls just melted in his hands. "Come, Hannes," she said. How thoughtful--she even made space for me between her and the playboy. Gustav, a touch annoyed, hardly resisted me squeezing in. Ida and I faced each other at the table. Gustav didn't wait to charm her. Today, he was sitting beside her; tomorrow, perhaps they'll date. "Ugh, I have family commitment tonight," said Gustav disapprovingly after lunch. "It's okay," I said, "see you later." We shook hands and he took off. "He needs to polish his game," said Ida. "Yes," I said with a laugh, "he wasted no time as usual." Ida giggled a bit before continuing. "So what how do spend your spare time here?" she asked. "Not a lot in a town like this," I replied. "I bet you hang at the hot dog stand no?" she asked. I could not help but laugh--where did she get it from? Her smile suggested it was a joke. "No seriously, there's not even that much," I continued. "Although I do some kickboxing and Parkour." "Parkour...is when you jump between rooftops huh?" "Rooftops, hmm, not so much. Any obstacles or things you could jump over normally." "Good stuff," said Ida, "I've kick-boxed a little, but have never tried Parkour..." When class resumed, we sat together. Before everyone settled in she whispered, "Should we study math together after school today?" Since when does a girl suggest that? "Sure," I said. "Okay, at your house or mine?" "Yours," I said. Otherwise it would have been terribly embarrassing with mother around. Smiling, Ida returned to her notebook. After school we rode to Ida's, who turned out to live only a block from me. In fact, I had visited that house when other people had lived there. Ida's family remodeled it considerably. "My father's an architect and this is his playhouse," said Ida, laughing when she saw how impressed I looked. Full of tasteful decorations, Ida's room was particularly beautiful. Her bed was exceptionally wide, dwarfing her study desk and laptop. In one corner stood a large cozy armchair that could fit two comfortably. A small flat TV and stereo completed the room. "We'll sit in the kitchen," said Ida. "Mom will be home soon and then we won't be alone." But even her kitchen was comfortable. We picked the wide island and cushioned stools. After a few exercises her mother arrived. "I'm Monica," she said, kindly as Ida would. But she was curious, and had to prod us with questions. "I should be going soon," I said after a while. Ida helped me pack up my books and then followed me to the door. "Pick me up tomorrow?" she asked. "If you like," I replied cheerfully. "Of course," she said, hugging me--quite a surprise! Despite my awkward hug, she waved cheerfully before closing the door. I biked home slowly. Thinking of her and of the first day in general, I lost sleep. What do we have going on? The next morning was unusual. Not only was I refreshed, but I didn't need my alarm. My parents were shocked in their own way. "Good morning," I said cheerfully while sitting down. "Has something happened?" mom asked, almost tensely. "No," I replied, "I'm picking up a classmate. Gotta be on time!" "Someone we know?" dad asked. "Nope. Ida. She's new." "Ah, I understand," mom said before exhaling. "Huh?" I said, puzzled. "Oh nothing," she said, casting a knowing look on dad, who nodded in response. For once, it was really fun to have breakfast early. "I have to go now if I'm going to make it," I said. I had hardly knocked on the door when she swung it open and said hello by hugging me. "Hey," I said. Ida swung around and headed down the hall. She looked pretty in that thin summer dress. I took the opportunity to glance at her small bust and gently rounded hips while she touched up her makeup. She wore more today. "Okay, shall we go?" she asked. I nodded and opened the front door. "Bye!" she said before closing it. We rode slowly side by side and chatted spiritedly. I stole all the glances that I could. Her dress kept flaring up and showcasing her beautifully tanned legs. A little annoyed, she had to take one hand off the handlebars to hold it down. "No worries!" I laughed. The route to school was hopelessly short. I saw Gustav walking in the hallway and I was suddenly seized with a pang of envy. I knew that it was only a matter of time before he and Ida would date. Good for him! I greeted him a bit too quickly and likewise he greeted me oddly. "Everything okay with the family?" I asked. "Oh sure, but last night was crazy!" he replied. Ida giggled a little; my jealousy surged. Why couldn't I understand my feelings? Gustav did these things with girls all the time. Touching my arm, Ida brought me back to reality. "Come Hannes. We start soon," she said. "Okay," I replied. "so lunch as usual then, Gustav?" Gustav hesitated while Ida glanced at me disapprovingly. Can a new girl change old friends? "I can't today," said Gustav. Turning on his heel, Gustav disappeared down the corridor. With a satisfied grin, Ida pulled my arm. "Come on!" she said. We barely made it to class on time. The day passed like yesterday in that Ida occasionally leaned over and asked something. Her warm breath always caressed my cheek and tickled my ear. We were getting quite comfortable with each other--it was natural for her to lean on my shoulder. Fortunately I had already her parents, because on that afternoon we studied in her room. "Now they know who you are, so they stay away," said Ida as she closed the door. We sat on Ida's big bed, surrounded by pillows, and reviewed biology, although we paused here and there to talk. Come home time, I felt we knew each other. She was always pleasant, and I just wish that I had charmed her a little. But my chest kept aching. Unlike last night, I was prepared for her hug at the door. Her eyes glistened--or perhaps it was just a reflection of the sunset. "So tomorrow...?" asked Ida as I stepped out the front door. Smiling, I nodded. That night I lay in bed, thinking for hours. Ida and Gustav popped in and out of my thoughts--Gustav in particular, though. His behavior puzzled me but I figured it just was because he had been away for so long. We just needed to hang on the weekends again. You've heard me talk about Ida--how's she's been fun to study with. But I must add that my marks have improved since. After another early breakfast with my surprised parents, I raced to Ida's. She already had her bike out, and then patted my arm as we headed out together. "I was going to ask Gustav if he wanted to hang out this weekend," I said. "Oh..." she said. "And you'd join us, of course--I don't have to ask him about that..." I continued, smiling. I was pretty sure Gustav wouldn't mind. Looking a little happier she said, "Alright!" When we met Gustav in the hallway at our locker, he was hardly cheerful. In fact I'd say he was disappointed that Ida was there. I asked him, "Are you free this weekend?" "Sure, and is she coming with?" "Yes." "Then why should I come?" he said sourly. I looked at him surprisingly while he glared. "Any fool knows where this is going," he said, and left there and then. Where did that come from? I've never seen him burst like that. "Well he's pissed off," I said. Smiling, she said, "He feels like an outsider." "What?" I asked. "Oh fuck it," she said. At least my stomach pain disappeared over the week. At the end of that week I was just feeling warm and well all the time. Gustav's behavior was mystery though. While always short and cross when Ida was around, he would suddenly act normal when we were alone. It was becoming clear that he was disinterested in Ida anyway. I caught him flirting with a ginger. My nerves were particularly sensitive come Saturday night as I rode to Ida's. We hadn't bothered to make any reservations. It was past the dinner rush anyway. At that time, Ida and I became best friends--making arrangements was no longer a nervous effort. However, once she opened the door that evening I got the shakes. It must have been her tight turquoise shirt, unbuttoned slightly and hinting a white satin bra that did it. Or perhaps it was her short black skirt and those long, slender tanned legs. "Hello," she said, and then hugged me. "We'll have the pinot noir," she said. "The bottle please." "Yes madam," the waiter said. The wine simmered through me. It was not that we needed any privacy, but she kept leaning over to whisper things. Each time I stole a glance at her cleavage, and inferred that she had lovely, small breasts. Ida never lost her smile. Though I was burning, I was also frozen--electrified even--as she kept caressing my arm. The club line was packed. Ida's perfume teased my senses. The scent was...sophisticated. It wasn't quite floral. I couldn't place it, and abandoned the effort as soon as she held my hand. "So we don't separate," she said. The wine and Ida made my head spin throughout the night--a fun time throughout. It helped that knew most of the people there--and Gustav was markedly absent. My other friends and acquaintances enjoyed meeting her. Boy, could she dance. People gave her all the space she needed to shake it and whip her braids rhythmically to the music. By the last song, her dark eyes sparkled and her smile shone. It was also a ballad, and so she pressed her leg between mine as dances cheek to cheek. Some unlucky ones asked her to dance, but she just shook her head politely. Suddenly, her hot tongue traced along my neck, leaving a cool trail. Shivering, I heard her whisper, "Hannes...I want you." I stepped back to read her expression--it was all consuming. "But..." The issued died as she pressed her warm lips against mine. Her tongue eagerly teased the inside of my mouth. Hardening, I had to pull my hips back slightly. She pulled out and kissed my cheek before resting her chin on my shoulder. "You haven't notice how hot you make me?" she continued. So Gustav had been rejected--but enough of that. Holding her tightly I said, "You're so fine," and then caressed her lower back. We were still hugging when the music had ended and everyone was rushing to leave. Everything was still hazy until she took my and said, "Come on--let's go to my house. They're away for the weekend." Her place couldn't have been more than a few blocks away, but that night it felt like an eternity. With one arm she opened the door and with other she dragged me upstairs. Although it was past midnight, there was enough moonlight to help us navigate her room. After choosing some soft music, she took my hands and asked, "Are you nervous?" "Oh yes," I said, trembling, "you've done it before, right?" "Yes," she replied with a delighted smile. I hadn't yet, of course. We crawled onto top of the bed. Once I was comfortably on she pulled me for a kiss. I responded to her hungry lips as best I could have. But I never had to use all my limbs like this at once. While she confidently explored my body I gently fumbled along her curves. She paused to take my shirt off. It felt quite tight, and so I helped her fit it over my head. My chest sizzled under her palms. Sitting up, I toyed with her shirt buttons. But then I struggled. They kept slipping out of my fingers. Her coal-black eyes encouraged me throughout it, however. With the last button conquered, I exposed her tanned chest and white satin bra. Closing her eyes, she laid back. Her soft moans pressed me to stroke gently toward her bra. I could just slip my hand under the cup, and her tit fit easily into my hand. As my thumb met her hard nipple, she beckoned for a kiss. Not that I knew what to expect--but I must say that it was surprising to watch her unclip her own bra. "Now take it off," she whispered, smiling. One hand gently did the trick. Those firm breasts, capped with perky nipples, stunned me. And if I was a mirror they'd stun her too. She gasped lightly as I massaged each of her nipples. Abandoning one, I brought my hand to her inner thigh and let it slip under her skirt. She only opened her legs a little before sitting up. "Loosen your belt," she said, unbuttoning my pants. Although I had to stretch my arm now, my hand eagerly made its way to her sex. The anticipation was overwhelming as I slid over her, soft thighs and onto her moist tendons, which were a touch rougher--evidence of a shave. One finger brushed the wet edges of her panties, which made her jump just a tad. I can't explain how I felt. A New Mate "You've made me wet," she whispered, working my last button. I wiggled, helping her pull my pants and boxer off in one go. An uncontrollable grin spread across her face once my cock bobbed out of my waistband. Slipping out of her skirt she said, "Take off my panties", quite loudly, as if daring someone to walk in on us. After first cupping her ass cheeks, I then gripped her briefs and she responded by lifting her hips. I threw the pair into a corner. She slowly spread her legs and the sight of her hot wet sex made me gasp. She had a landing strip. Beads of moisture surrounded her glistening slit. In quick move she pulled me toward her and we tossed about, kissing and pressing against each other. I ended up on my back--the way she wanted it. Without any hesitation, she worked her tongue down my chest and nibbled on my nipple. What I was hoping for soon followed. Grabbing my cock at the shaft base, she expertly fit one ball into her mouth at a time and juggled it with her tongue. I dared not move. Between ball-sucking, she pressed the part of my scrotum that linked my testicles. Then, taking my head in her mouth, she preferred to peel me back with her lips instead of her hand. I felt no teeth--only her warm lips and her hand, which was stroking with a firm squeeze. "Damn, Damn!" I said, but it was already happening. Clear, runny pre-cum dripped off her chin as she pulled off. "It's okay, no apologies! You'll last," she said, "and you taste good, just so you know." She licked her lips as she snuggled up against me. Ida kissed me passionately and I could taste sticky corn mixed with the taste of Ida. We tumbled over in bed and Ida giggled happily when I nibbled her ear. I felt a wave of excitement wash over me again when I felt Ida's hot body against mine, and to my great surprise, I hardened again. While I cupped her tits, a thin smile stretched across her face. She said "Lick me." Sliding down her, and tasting everything along the way, I came to her navel and toyed there. Her giggling turned into pure anticipating as I faced her sex. Many of my peers joked that it smelled funny, but they didn't know what they were talking about. The gentle scent of Ida's sex was overwhelmingly exciting. She barely had time to position herself when I spread my tongue wide as a wall brush on her perineum. As I worked upwards, her labia folded snugly over my tongue. As I prodded her hole with it, I realized how short the little muscle was. This didn't stop her from juicing on me and the bed, however. Her clit popped out of its cloak and clung my tongue tip. Moaning, she panted out "Please--your fingers!" I approached her long pussy with four fingers in a row, but only two funneled in. She sucked them in tightly before arching her back. "Oh...Oh..." she moaned to rhythm of my fingers pressing her spot and my tongue flicking her clit. Her body tightened sporadicaly but ferociously. "Oh God--so wonderful," she gasped, pulling me up. Grinding on me, she teased me to come sooner than I had hoped to. Lying on her back, she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Come to me," she said, brushing my balls with her fingertips. Pre-cum dripped in long strands over her mound while I positioned myself. While she guided it single-handedly, I slid it in slowly. I groaned at the unexpected, tight and warm sensations. She clenched my shaft as I rested on her tits. Gripping the pillow, I rocked gently. Suddenly Ida put her hands on my chest and stopped me. Surprised, I looked down into her shining eyes. "Take me..." she moaned. "Hmm?" I said, and then pulled out--quite thankfully since I might not have lasted much longer. "From behind, take me from behind," she moaned out. She was on all fours. The sight of Ida's beautifully rounded butt, slim waist and slender tanned body made my cock pulse. Her wet sex shone. The long pink slit complemented her long black hair, which now fanned over her back. She looked at me for a few seconds. I gripped her ass cheek with one hand and guided my shaft with the other. I popped in easier than the first time. I barely had to hold her ass since she pressed herself against me eagerly--almost violently. Her pussy clenched me as she was thrown into a second climax. This added tightness brought me too close, and riding the ensuing waves made me thrust deeper into her than I thought was possible. I pressed my jet stream up inside her, but some squeezed out. Most of it trickled to her clit, but some splatted up onto her anus. After pulling out, we cuddled. Her eyes were dull, yet beaming with satisfaction. I waited to breath normally. It was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, and tenderness and gratitude I felt towards Ida was immeasurable. "That was absolutely fantastic," I said. "I knew you'd like it," she replied, "want to do it more often?" "As long as it's with you," I laughed. Once under the covers, I wrapped my arm around her and enjoyed her warm breath. Kissing me, she then said, "I'm glad my parents changed jobs, otherwise we wouldn't have moved. I would've never met you." "I'm glad you moved here," I answered honestly. "I think I'm in love with you," she said after a moment. The words warmed me, and I was completely convinced that I was in love with Ida. All the feelings that washed over me all week confirmed that. "And I'm in love with you," I said. Ida gave me a hot but soft kiss and then hugged me before drifting into sleep. I pulled her warm body close to mine. The morning sun played across my face when I woke up. I was alone in bed, but the blanket was made where she had slept. Curiosity compelled me to follow the sound of a shower. She was just turning it off when I said, "Good morning!" She let her towel fall to the floor as she smiled. "Follow me," I said. Her body was cool to the lips today, but her mouth was as hot as ever. That weekend was too long ago.