9 comments/ 40898 views/ 7 favorites A Tryst By: BradBigBrain Thanks to RedHairedandFriendly for her editing help and to GracieLove, just because. Gratitude to the real life Misty as well. Wherever she may be. * I hadn't seen Misty in a few years - not since we had swapped with our partners for the second and last time. At that time, we were in the hot tub alone for our last fuck and she alluded to the fact that she was no longer interested in her husband as a partner and indicated that perhaps we should run off together. But there was no way I could do that now or ever, really. So, I had to say no to her. In the meantime, she had gotten pregnant, had the baby and was still with her husband, Jon, when I came for a visit. Misty was sexy in her own distinct way. She was tall, taller than I am and had a disproportionate figure -- very little breasts and a big butt. Her sexiness came in the form of her laugh, her double entendres and the way she would fix a glance at you. It made you feel like you were prey and she was the predator - in a good way. She and I had texted over the days previous and she told me that her husband had requested that there be no funny stuff (as he put it) going on between us. Now this was a departure from the norm as he was always interested in having fun in one way or the other. She had even sucked us off at the same time once. So, I was disappointed. After I got there, though, it was clear that she had other things in mind. With wine glass in hand, she answered the door to receive me. It was a nice summer day, and I could tell at once that she was dressed for the warm weather. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a flimsy black t-shirt through which her nipples were visible. She hugged me tight, pulled me through the front door, and then closed it behind her. Then she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, full on the lips, slipping me the tongue. We heard footsteps and noise from upstairs -- it was the kids and Jon approaching. That's when she released the kiss. We all had our pleasantries, ate some dinner and played with the kids. It was still early and Misty and Jon put the kids to bed and they were soon sound asleep. We poured more wine for me and her and I was definitely hoping that I was going to be able to be alone with her. I didn't know how it was going to work out the way Jon was feeling. We were huddled on the sofa together and if this was the past, I know she would have had both of our cocks out and at least playing with them. Not tonight. As luck would have it, Jon had given up only a couple of his vices -- sex and drinking. However, Jon was still a smoker and he would go out for a smoke every forty five minutes or so for the 10 minutes or so it took to finish his cigarette. As soon as the door shut, we'd start necking and feeling each other. She allowed me full access to her body and I loved the feel of her small breasts and would tweak her nipple, making it hard, so it was even more visible when her shirt was over the top of it. The door would give a telltale creek of alarm each time Joe entered. We would quickly get ourselves together and pretend that the show on TV was extremely interesting. I suspected that Jon suspected. He didn't let on. It didn't matter. The wine had gotten to us. He went outside and we didn't even wait for the door to shut. We started necking passionately like the lovers we were and were to become again. I reached up her shirt with my left hand to get at her breasts -- feeling them and tweaking her nipples. With my right hand, I found her clit through her flimsy shorts and began to rub her feverishly. She was moaning in my mouth and writhing her pussy against my hand. She reached under my gym shorts and was stroking my bare, thick, hard cock. We were totally lost in our heavy petting session. We had forgotten about Jon. Then we heard him cough behind us. And then he began admonishing us -- like we were teenagers caught in the act and he was THE dad. I was unapologetic. I just sat and listened to him. He was mostly berating her. Misty told me to go upstairs and go to bed. I think she was afraid that Jon was so mad that he would have kicked me out and I would have had to sleep in the car or worse drive home. From the guest bedroom, I could hear them talking. Jon was still admonishing and, at first, Misty took all the blame. She told him that the wine and how we were sitting so close and the memories of us all getting together made her want to do that with me. He stopped talking. Then she lowered the boom and told him that he hadn't touched her sexually in 8 months and asked him what she was supposed to do. That finished him. He stalked up the stairs, passed my open door, and into their bedroom. Misty stayed downstairs for a few minutes, putting glasses away, straightening up, turning things off and locking the doors. She climbed the stairs, taking her time. That could have been the wine affecting her gait or else she was being deliberately deliberate. She slowly strolled down the hallway and stopped at my door. She stood there waiting for me to look at her. I looked up from my prone position. She smiled, blew a kiss at me, and then finished the walk to her room. I had no clue what she had in mind, but I was soon to find out. Trying hard not to fall asleep when you're tired from a drive, from drinking wine, and from the stress of conflict is usually difficult and I soon came under sleeps spell. I was in that in between state of sleep and wakefulness because I didn't want to fall asleep. I was in the state where dreams are vivid - so vivid that those dreams could be real. Or it could have been that the reality was so dreamlike and what I was wishing for that I could only think that I was dreaming. Misty had left her and husband's bedroom and had sauntered into my room. She pulled the covers aside to find me lying naked in a semi-dreamlike state. I was aware of every one of her movements. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them by the side of the bed, and climbed into bed with me. She moved down between my legs and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth. That made me hard almost instantly. The way she sucked my cock was like Misty herself. She was deceptively adept at what she was doing. There was nothing rushed about it at all. And she wasn't going too slowly either. Her rhythm was perfect. I slid my hand down to her head and began to match her pace with my own upward thrusts. I wanted to cum in her mouth as I had done in the past and then return the favor again. She had other plans. Misty pulled my hand from her head and then put it at my side. She put her hand around my cock and began stroking it. Her stroking was the same pace as her sucking. She slowly licked her way up my torso, dipped her tongue into my naval and then moved up from there. Her lips grazed each one of my nipples, and then her tongue lightly licked them. She stayed there licking and sucking my nipples for a minute or so, then she lightly nibbled on them. That was a first for me and I could feel the electric sensation move from my nipples straight down my body to my balls. I could feel her hot damp pussy on my leg as it followed her movements. It was closing in its final destination -- onto my cock. With her movements, she let me know that I was not allowed to do anything. This was all for her. This fuck was going to be for her release. And that release had been pent up and building for eight months. She was taking her good sweet time, but I knew my Misty and I felt I knew what was coming next. She moved up to my lips and kissed me passionately. Then she lightly stroked my cheek with her long slender fingers and moved herself up and on top of me -- her sweet wet lower lips hovering slightly above my cock. She slid her pussy over my cock just an inch or so and rubbed the top of it against her wet and swollen lips. She gazed into my eyes as she did this. Our eyes were locked as we both anticipated her next move. At that moment I was thinking of a few things. I had told her in the past that in the cowgirl position it's hard for me to cum. So, she should treat my cock as her human dildo. I was hoping that this was part of her plan. She had also told me that she enjoyed anal and that Jon never did that with her in all the years that they had been together. This too, I was hoping was part of her plan. She slid down the length of my shaft ever so slowly. And when her journey was finished she groaned. I felt her cunt muscles wrap themselves so tightly around my hard cock. She was squeezing me tight. I looked up at Misty's face and her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back just a little bit. There was a smile of satisfaction on her face. She rested there for just a moment -- silently enjoying the feeling of my cock buried deep inside her. She moved her hips forward and back and from side to side, rotating on my throbbing dick. Then she began to ride me. She just started going fast without any warning. Just fucking. She fucked me like that for as long as her legs could take it, then she stopped fucking me and began rolling herself again and again on my cock. Back and forth and side to side. Continuously. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit. And she leaned back so that the top of my penis was rubbing against the most sensitive spot inside of her. She was using me as her fuck toy. I loved it. Her fingers were furiously hammering her swollen clit. Her face was glowing and her brow was furrowed. She was working on the explosive orgasm that was months and months in the making. I felt the touch of her fingers on the bottom of my cock as she jilled herself off. Rubbing her nubbin for all that it was worth. My hands landed on her ass, but I didn't do anything to distract her concentration. I wanted to feel her release and when she was ready, I was not going to let her pull off me. My hands resting on her ass, I felt her swaying on my cock and I felt her body tense up. It was ready to explode. Her fingers were whirling on her clit, rubbing faster and faster. I was a passive partner in this orgasm and I loved it. She was masturbating on me with me inside her. It felt like my cock was being squeezed by a vice grip, her cunt was grasping me so tight. It was then that I heard her groan from her diaphragm -- a deep groan that was louder than I thought she should have been. Misty didn't care. Her release was here and she was cumming. She pulled her fingers away and tried to climb off my cock. With my hands grasping her ass, I wouldn't let her. She begged me for release, but I didn't. I pulled her down as I thrust up into her. Her movements causing her painful pleasure as I extended her orgasm by fucking her now. I was thrusting as deep as I could and she was trying to make me stop. She pleaded with me to stop, and said that she couldn't take anymore. I let her go and she told me I needed to cum, too. She climbed off me and we both saw Jon standing in the doorway. How long he had been there I didn't know, nor did I care. Misty walked over to the door completely naked, sweaty and just fucked. She shut the door in his face, locked the door and then walked back to me. With me on my back, she kissed me full on the lips and thanked me. She reached under the pillow on the other side of the bed and had a tube of lube in her hand. At that point in time I knew what she wanted and that she had wanted it all along and even better that she had planned for it. She opened the cap and squirted a generous amount of lube into her hands. Then she rubbed it all over my cock. She laid down on her back beside me, squirted a little bit more into her hand, reached down and spread it all over her anal opening. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass with me facing her. She loved missionary anal as she called it. I don't know how I held back as long as I did. I was ready to cum and I wanted it to be deep in her ass. She told me she wanted me to fuck her hard. She was ready for it. I crawled in between her legs and grasped the shaft of my well lubed cock. I put the head at her opening as she spread herself open to me. I slid it in slowly. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as she pushed herself into me. My cock went in all the way. I could feel my balls hitting her ass cheeks and I knew it was in to the hilt. She pushed me away with her hips, her motions telling me she wanted to get fucked. I was so hard. I was so turned on and I so wanted to cum. Furiously fucking her now was the only thing that was on my mind. I got into the pushup position above her and fucked her ass. I was sliding almost all the way in and out. She dug her long fingernails into my butt and squeezed, encouraging me to fuck her even harder. I was sweating now from the workout of Misty fucking me and me fucking her and the warm summer night. My cock felt like it was into overdrive as I rammed it into her again and again and again. Misty was moaning from the fucking and telling me to fuck her harder. I didn't know if this was for my benefit, for hers or for Jon's. I kept up the pace for as long as I could until I couldn't stand it anymore. I plunged my dick deep into her ass one last time and kept it there. She pulled me in closer if that was possible and held me in her ass as I came. Torrents of cum were shooting from my cock and into her. Sweat poured off me and onto her chest. I fell on top of her. I was spent. She put her hand on my head, held me, and kissed me all over my face. I kissed her shoulder and felt my cock soften until it slid out of her. Our sweaty bodies were entwined, our spirits lifted and our souls renewed. She gave me a gentle nudge. I lifted my head and kissed her lips -- those full pouty lips. And then I rolled off, landing on my stomach. She got up, walked around the bed, gave my ass a little love tap and left. I fell asleep immediately. I awoke the next morning to the hubbub of a very busy household. Jon and Misty were getting the kids ready to go for the day and all the associated things that go along with that -- breakfast, locating favorite toys, getting clothes on, etc. I scratched everything that itched, took a quick shower, slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and headed down the stairs to see if I could scare up a cuppa joe. The kids were excited to see me. As was Misty, who was dressed in a short kimono style robe and her hair was still wet from her morning shower. Let's just say Jon wasn't very chipper that morning. Unfortunately, there was no coffee to be had. I grabbed a glass of juice and a couple of pieces of toast, and watched as the chaos turned to order. The kids were ready to go on time and Misty rushed them and Jon out the door. She instructed Jon to stop by the local coffee shop to grab us some coffee after he dropped the kids off. He responded with a look that I can't even begin to describe. A Tryst after a Wait It had been a difficult month for our family. My wife was working some odd shifts, and when some other family obligations were factored in, we were both either working, watching the kids, or too tired to do anything else. There had been little time for us to spend together all month, and my wife was thankful to me for all of the helping out I had done around the house. "I want to give you a blow job tonight, for all you've done this month," she said one evening. It didn't happen that night, we were both too tired. The next day, "I really do want to give you that blow job I promised. Maybe tonight," but it wasn't to be that night either. "It's going to happen, I promise," she said the next day. "You are going to get a really enthusiastic blow job .. as soon as we get the chance." I wasn't annoyed; we were both being run ragged with our everyday life. But after a couple of weeks of no sex, and then three days of promises like that, the desire was building up inside me. I really wanted that blow job. The next night, we finally had a normal family evening. After putting the kids to bed, I was finishing cleaning the kitchen and taking the garbage outside. Sex wasn't even on my mind. From the bedroom, she called for me to come upstairs. I walked in, and immediately remembered how much I had missed touching her all month, how much I had forgotten about the heat and passion we loved to share because we had been so busy for the past few weeks. She was sitting in the love seat in our bedroom, wearing nothing but an open bathrobe and a pair of green lace panties. She was cupping her breast with one hand and tracing her other hand up and down her leg. "Remember that blow job I've been promising?" "Of course." "You always tell me that the thing that turns you on the most is seeing me turned on. I want to turn you on. And I want to be really enthusiastic about that blow job you are going to get. You think you'd like to watch me first?" She knew darn well that the thought of watching her touch herself -- something she had only done one other time in front of me -- drove me crazy. "It'd be a dream come true to watch you." "My pleasure," she said, as she had begun brushing her nipples between two fingers and sliding her hand across the top of her panties. "Hmm ... I was getting turned on just sitting here waiting for you to come upstairs." She tickled her breast and slid her fingers between her legs outside her panties, spreading her legs to give me a better view. I had settled on the edge of the bed, mesmerized by the beauty of my wife pleasuring herself. She leaned back in the chair, inhaling sharply and exhaling slowly ... my favorite sound in the world, the sound she always made as she started to get turned on. "FFfffffhhhewwww".... She was slipping two fingers up and down outside her panties, pushing her lips apart and slipping up to rub against her clitoris. She continued rubbing and twisting her nipples, arching her back and twisting in the chair. She began pressing her fingers side to side between her legs, pushing harder, and moaning a little. I was mesmerized, and could feel my desire for her growing. I was getting harder and harder as I watched, but I was so enthralled with what I was seeing that I felt as though I could not move. She stopped touching herself and lowered her panties to the floor and shrugged her robe off, leaving her body bare. Then she leaned back in the chair, lifted one leg over the armrest, and pressed one finger inside of herself, returning the other hand to cup her breast as her thumb brushed the nipple. She twisted her finger and withdrew it, gasping at the sensation, and slipped the moist finger back over her clitoris, lubricating her lips and letting her finger stimulate her most sensitive parts. She pushed her body deeper into the chair, her wet finger slipping side to side, creating some noise from the suction. She twisted and pulled slightly on her hardened nipples. Her breathing was quicker and quicker, a mixture of quick gasps and a moaned "oohhh ... yes ..." I couldn't stand just watching any more, I wanted to participate in creating her orgasm. I stood and unzipped my pants, letting my fully erect penis fall out as she lifted her head to watch. I stepped over to her, leaned in and kissed her forcefully as she pressed her face toward mine. As our tongues mingled, her hand dropped away from her breast and found my cock, gently squeezing and sliding upward. I could hear her other hand still slipping across her clitoris even more quickly as I broke our kiss and slid my hand across her stomach, resting my fingers on her breast. I leaned lower and took her other breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue gently around her nipple as I more roughly squeezed the nipple my fingers found. Like an electric shock went through her, she leaned back and gasped loudly, moving her fingers between her legs even quicker, pushing them downward to draw more moisture out of herself and then returning them to her clitoris. Her hand on my penis squeezed and relaxed in time with the shivers that were running through her body. She started to gasp more and more, and her breathing became more of a pant. "Ooohh ... Oohhhh .... That feels so good .... Wait .. wait .. you sit here ..." I lifted my head and helped her stand, then helped her undo my pants and let them fall. I sat and leaned back in the chair and as I settled myself, she kneeled between my knees, taking my cock back in her hand. As she stroked it gently, she leaned in and kissed the head and underside of my penis, as she raised one of her knees, put her foot on the floor, and reached down and reinserted a finger into her vagina. In the same rhythm, she stroked my cock and circled the wet finger inside herself, spreading her moisture around the outside of her lips as the feeling of having her touch me surged through my body. She opened her mouth, and slipped it over the top of my cock, licking her way down the shaft. My nerves screamed out in pleasure from the warmth and complete stimulation of her breath and tongue. I felt her tongue circling around, her hand pressing against the base of my penis, and a slight sucking as she breathed in. I could't tell what to look at, there were too many things to see. I ran my hands through her hair as I watched her head rise and fall, craned my head to the side to see the movement of her hand between her legs -- where she had removed the fingers from her inside and had resumed pressing her clitoris side to side, the pressure still making a wet suction sound. The sensation of the blow job was also coursing through me, making me lean back and close my eyes -- but as soon as I did, I wanted to sit up again and keep watching. The pulling and circling warmth on my penis, the feeling of her body moving between my legs, the humming vibration from her breathing.. It was almost too much to bear. "Oh .... This is incredible .... Almost too much .... Oh, this is perfect ... " I started to whisper, all the noise I could manage with the overwhelming sensations running though my body. She started using her hand on my cock a little more, as I could feel her arm starting to shake against my leg as she touched her herself. Then she lifted her mouth away from me, leaned her face into the crook of her elbow, and pushed up a little on her feet. "Oh.. Oh ...Oh ... I'm going to cum ... " Her finger circled her clitoris faster as I tried to cup one hand under her head to support it and reach toward her breast with my other hand. She pressed her head against my hand, removed her hand from my penis and pressed, palm down, against my stomach, standing a little more. "Oh ... ooohhhhh ...." And she was silent, her body shaking, mouth open, her finger still circling her clitoris. She hovered in this limbo for three seconds, then the orgasm passed and she crashed back to earth, exhaling loudly, twisting her body to kneel on both knees, then lifting her other foot to try and shake the last spasm of the orgasm out of her. Her hand gripped my cock again, and she aggressively put me back in her mouth, sucking with more urgency. I could feel the heat of her breath and the tongue on the bottom of my penis, urging me to reach my release. She wanted to make me come, and I was ready to let all of this energy out. I leaned back, looking down at her as my hands ran through her hair once again. She wasn't touching herself any more, concentrating fully on me. I started to feel my cum surging inside of me, I was about to release. "Oh baby ... Oh baby ... Oh! I'm there!!!" I was on the edge and waiting for her to lift her head, but to my surprise she didn't -- she kept me in her mouth, sucking harder, I could feel her tongue probing the base of my penis, slipping up the side. I couldn't believe she wanted me to come in her mouth. "Here I come ..." I said, as one last warning. Then I let the orgasm wash over me, feeling the energy build up and pour out, my penis pushing and pushing bursts into her as she continued to lick the shaft, smartly avoiding the super-sensitive head as I exploded. The warmth and sensation from the pressure of her mouth made me continue feeling surges of pleasure far after I had ejaculated all I could. "Oh ... thank you baby ..." I whispered as I fell back. She sat up and swallowed. "Glad you liked it." She stood and kissed my cheek, whispering into my ear; "I don't think I'm done yet, though." She stepped back and lay on the floor. I hadn't noticed that she had returned her fingers between her legs, and now she pressed two inside her and removed them, still drawing moisture up toward her clitoris, circling slowly, then pressing downward to slip them in again. She had brought her other hand back to her breast and was once again pinching her nipple. She writhed on the ground, trying to find the perfect position, as she opened her legs further and cast her head back, moaning once again. I sat and watched, mesmerized. Hearing her breathing, watching her body react to her touch was intoxicating. But the urge to touch her myself was growing inside of me. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and our eyes met. Our gaze locked on each other, as she non-verbally asked me to touch her. I leaned over her, placing one arm next to her head to support myself and tracing my finger inside her knee. I bent down and kissed her, the kiss lingering for several seconds as my fingers worked their way down her thigh, closer and closer to her vagina. She withdrew her hand as my hand reached between her legs, and I slowly swirled my finger around the outside and parted the swollen, wet lips to reveal her clitoris. At the first sensation of my touch, she gasped for breath and flattened her body against the ground, hissing a moan of pleasure between her teeth. As I lowered my head to her breast, I pressed two fingers inside her, feeling the moisture and warmth pulling me in. Her insides clenched against me, and she rolled back, letting out a moan as my tongue brushed her nipples. My fingers circled and her insides tightened with each swirl. I drew my fingers out and up, exposing and brushing her clitoris, pushing gently against it. She lifted her leg in response to the energy surging through her and grabbed my shoulder. I wanted to do more than touch her; I wanted to make her fly into orgasm again. I kissed her stomach, replacing my tongue on her breast with my fingers, twisting around her nipples. I moved my body down and used two fingers to spread her lips apart, exposing her clitoris, and I leaned in to touch her most sensitive area with my tongue. As I lightly brushed her clitoris she laid still, breathing heavily, eyes closed tight. I moved my body lower, releasing her breast, positioning my head to get a better angle and pressed my tongue into her, exhaling warm breath onto the top of where her lips opened, the warmth flowing down and around her clitoris. The sensation made her squirm. I repositioned my fingers, reaching down so my two fingers kept her clitoris exposed to my probing tongue, while I was able to press my thumb inside her vagina. Unable to penetrate her too deeply with my thumb, her insides tried to pull me into her, as moisture flowed and the opening grabbed and held my thumb. I slowly moved my tongue upward, mimicking the motion of my thumb -- slowly up and around the top of her clitoris as my thumb moved out, down and around the bottom as my thumb pressed in. I could feel more and more clenching coming from inside her, more moisture being pulled out with every stroke, and she started moaning louder, twisting her body more. It felt as though her clitoris was growing against my tongue, seeking more and more pressure. I kept my thumb inside her a little deeper, started pinching my fingers together around her clitoris, brushing ever more gently with my tongue to keep the sensation going. "Oh yes ... oh ... ohhhhh ... that feels so good ...," she started to pant. She pushed her body up toward mine, and I reached under her with my free hand to support her bottom off the ground. She pushed against the floor, arched her back, and lifted her pelvis into the pressure of my hand and tongue. I could feel and hear her insides getting ever more wet; I could feel the orgasmic energy building up inside her. "Oh my oh my oh my oh my," she started to pant, pushing against me. "I'm going to cum ... Oh!!!" And her body went taut, shivering with delight, suspended against me. I swirled my thumb inside her and pressed my tongue under her exposed clitoris, licking the underside of it, touching the soft skin between her spread lips and out to the end of the hard bundle of nerves. "Aaahhh ....Ahhh....," She had her mouth open, trying not to scream, trying to prolong the passion bursting from her. The orgasm burst through her as I felt her insides clench against my hand and remain still for three seconds, momentarily frozen in time. Then she collapsed, her breath coming in hyper bursts. "Oh, Oh, Oh ... Oh stop ... oh stop," she breathed, as I lifted my head and withdrew my finger, sliding it to cover her clitoris. She closed her legs on my hand and rolled toward me, as I slid my body up along hers, wrapping my free arm around her and pulling her close to me. We laid still, totally spent, the energy from our orgasms both gone but remaining within us at the same time. Our bodies felt melted together. We laid there, enjoying the closeness, about to fall asleep. "Being with you is worth the wait," I whispered. "I agree," she whispered back. A Tryst in Paradise The gentle island breeze stirred the thin curtains, letting in the brilliant moonlight from the full moon shining overhead. The scent of the ocean drifting in on the air, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, was both soothing and erotic, lulling her into a dreamless slumber. A noise disturbed her sleep, and opening her eyes, she saw him standing near the window, his long hair blowing softly in the light wind coming through the open window. He was wearing loose white pants and a gauzy, open shirt, and his feet were bare, and as he stepped into the stream of moonlight which fell across the floor, she could see that he was smiling as he lifted his hand and gestured with his index finger in a come hither motion. A soft laugh escaping her throat, she slipped from the bed and moved slowly toward him, stopping just outside the pool of moonlight. "Huh-uh," he whispered, reaching forward to pull her into the light. His handsome face was bathed in moonlight, the light reflected in his dark eyes, and she sighed softly as she entered his embrace. Gentle hands pushed her hair away from her neck while soft, warm lips found the hollow of her throat and slowly moved upwards until they met hers. Their tongues touched and danced lazily, provocatively, as slowly, languorously, their hands moved across each other's bodies, igniting flames, fueling desire. The kiss ended, and for a moment they stared into each other's eyes, then she slid her hands slowly up his chest, feeling the soft mass of hair beneath her palms and reveling in the quickening beat of his heart. Continuing to his shoulders, she pushed the shirt from them and he released her long enough to shrug out of it and let it drop to the floor behind him. His arms encircled her once again and pulled her close, and she felt the unmistakable proof of his desire pressing against her abdomen. She sighed softly as again his lips found hers while his hand slowly traveled up her side, his thumb gently tracing the outer curve of her breast through the silken fabric of her gown. As his hand moved to cup her breast, her deft fingers found the drawstring of his pants and tugged, loosening the waist so that she could slip her hand inside. He groaned into her mouth as she found him large, hard, and throbbing and gently wrapped her fingers around the engorged shaft, rubbing her thumb across the head. "I want you," he whispered as he pulled away and pushed the tiny straps of her gown from her shoulders. She allowed the fabric to fall to the floor, then reached forward to push his pants down his hips and release him to her touch. He kicked them off and stood before her bathed in moonlight, his body that of a god, perfect, beautiful. With a look that was all woman, she slid to the floor, kneeling before him as if he were a king and she his servant. Looking up into his midnight dark eyes, her hands traveled slowly up his thighs, stopping when she reached his hips, then leaning forward, she gently began to take him into her mouth, slowly, inch by precious inch, and he closed his eyes and threw back his head, reveling in the feel of her mouth on him. His fingers tangled in her hair as gently he rocked his hips in time with her movements, and with practiced ease she brought him to peak, not stopping until she had drained him dry. She felt his body trembling as she released him and slowly got to her feet, then suddenly she was in his arms, their nakedness pressed tightly together, as his mouth took hers over and over again. Lifting her, he carried her over to the bed and together they again began an exploration of each other's bodies. His hands were everywhere, his lips following, and moaning, she accepted his caresses with an eagerness which never failed to astound him. His mouth found her wet center and using lips and tongue and finally fingers, he brought her to the edge of sensibility and sent her crashing over the top, her body spasming as wave after wave soared through her. He moved to lie next to her, pulling her close so that she could feel his renewed desire. She reached to gently stroke him, feeling him harden further under her touch, and then he moved between her thighs and slowly filled her aching void. As they merged as one, they instinctively met each other's movements, each thrust met eagerly, each kiss returned fervently, each moan echoed. Bodies covered with a fine sheen of sweat, they shivered slightly when the gentle breeze changed directions as if its sole purpose was to cool their overheated bodies. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist and pulled him further into her, and he pressed harder, and harder still as he felt her beginning shudders. Grasping his shoulders tightly, she cried out into the night as he brought her to a climax which left her weak and trembling, and yet he continued, his endurance and stamina amazing her as always. Over and over he thrust into her, his pace gradually increasing until, with a cry of his own, he exploded deep inside her, then fell into her arms, panting and exhausted. They lay together, still joined intimately, arms and legs tangled together, his face buried in her neck, and she smiled when she heard his soft snore. Gently pushing his hair away from his forehead, she kissed him softly, then pulled the covers over them. The moonlight poured through the open window, falling across the foot of the bed now, and the soft crashing of the waves lulled her back into dreamless slumber, wrapped in the arms of her lover. A Tryst in the Hotel The day had gone so well. The visit to the Orsay had proven to be a real enjoyable experience, not just because of the masterpieces but also because of the company. It was obvious to Henry that the chemistry he thought he felt with this beautiful woman extended beyond a professional relationship. As they now walked back from the café where they spent much of the afternoon to his hotel on Rue St Honoré, he thought to himself how he could convince Marguerite to come up to his room and hopefully add to the pleasure of the day. Walking into the lobby of the Bristol, Marguerite looked at Henry with what he assumed to be little bit of admiration. "Not bad. I see you American dealers know how to travel in style." "Ha, yes. I was able to convince my museum that if I was going to negotiate the loan of one of the great treasures of l'Orangerie I had to play the part. Although, I think the accountants are going to have a heart attack when they see the bill. But fortunately for me, that's their problem." "Ah, oui. Our accountants have the same problems. I think that no matter where you go, they are part of the same breed. It's a shame really, don't you think, when people are more concerned with cutting corners than with living with a joie de vie?" "I think so, yes." And in that moment, Henry realized he had his chance and that it was now or never to strike. "Speaking of joie de vie, would you like to come up to my room? It has a fantastic view of the Louvre." Giving Henry a slight crooked smile that spoke volumes of unsaid desire, Marguerite moved in close to Henry, her lips almost brushing up against his ear, and whispered, "Yes, that would be most enjoyable." And with that they got into the elevator and went up to the sixth floor where Henry's room was. Once inside, Marguerite could see that the room was excellently furnished and that Henry definitely was a man of taste which only heightened her desire. She could already feel herself getting wet from the thought of what she wanted to do to this man. Keeping her composure, Marguerite simply said, "It's very nice." "Thanks," Henry had just hung up his jacket and turned to face Marguerite. Her dark hair was worn just above her shoulders, framing her face which only seemed to highlight her hazelnut eyes. Although she was not a particularly thin woman, she had defined cheekbones and what stood out to Henry was her full red lips that just seemed to drip with unbridled sensuality. "May I take your coat?" "Yes, you may. Thanks." Throughout the day, Marguerite had kept her jacket on, but now as Henry was hanging it up, he could see that Marguerite was dressed in a casual black dress that came down to just above her knees. It wasn't too tight, but it hugged all her curves in the most flattering manner. The cut at the waist seemed to be designed to draw the eye to the pelvic area and Henry was more than happy oblige. For a moment he stared at the triangular folds of the fabric that invited the viewer to linger over the possibilities of the kinds of sexual delights which lay underneath. Moving his gaze upwards, he noticed her breasts. At their first meeting the day earlier, Henry in his efforts to maintain his professionalism had tried not to look too long at Marguerite's breasts, but now professionalism be damned and at that moment wanted nothing more than to strip away the dress and expose them to his view. Sensing what Henry was thinking, Marguerite thought that it would be good to tease him a little and to prolong his agony. There was no question that Marguerite wanted him as badly as she guessed he wanted her, but for her where was the fun in going too quickly. Better to extend the anticipation to intensify the pleasure. "So, where is this view of the Louvre you were telling me about?" "It's over through this window." Henry hoped that the disappointment he felt didn't come through in his voice. Play it cool, he thought. Walking to the window, he showed Marguerite the view. Although it was a view that she had seen many times, she found this time with Henry extremely enjoyable. She didn't quite know how to explain it, they only met the previous day and yet she felt this strong attraction to him. "Yes, it's a very nice view." Marguerite was looking straight ahead, not at Henry, but she felt the urge to grab his hand which she did and was gratified when he squeezed it in return. She now looked at him and stared into his blue eyes. She could see the longing on his face and without a second's hesitation kissed him on the lips. Henry was taken aback momentarily, but he kept his cool and returned the kiss. It quickly became a passionate open mouth kiss. Henry and Marguerite's tongues flickered inside each other's mouth. As they did, they embraced each other tightly, pressing their bodies against each other, taking enjoyment as they did. Henry was not an aggressive lover, but he was firm and as they continued to kiss he pushed Marguerite against the wall. Marguerite pulling away a little, smiled to indicate that Henry was reading her mind. This only served to inflame Henry even more as he continued to kiss her opened mouth. Marguerite for her part felt waves of lust flow through her body and craved satisfying those feelings. Henry braced himself against the wall with both hands, while Marguerite had used her hands to explore his back and ass. Henry's behind was firm - the result of a daily running regimen. She liked what she felt and continued to move her palms across the rump. After a few moments, Marguerite brought her hands to the front and slid them down Henry's chest. Henry stopped kissing Marguerite for a moment to watch what she was doing. Her hands slid down to his trousers and with a quick motion, she unzipped his pants and reaching in grabbed hold of Henry's swollen member and pulled it out from its confinement in his briefs. Marguerite looked down at Henry's cock and began to stroke it. It wasn't the largest she had ever seen, but it felt good in her hands and guessed that it would even better in her, but not yet. Now that Henry's fully erect penis was out, Marguerite wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her so that she feel the shaft press up against her mid section. The soft moan that Henry emitted was proof that he was enjoying this as well. Henry moved his hands down Marguerite's body while thrusting against her and hitched up her dress revealing the smooth skin of her thighs and ass. He lifted up her right leg and as he did she wrapped around him, pinning him even closer to her heaving body. Her breathing was heavy now as she could feel the outer area of her cunt swell. Pulling her head away slightly from Henry, and with a small gesture with her eyes suggested that they move their exertions elsewhere. With some difficulty Henry step away from Marguerite who firmly took him by the hand and led him to one of the chairs in the room and pushed him down into it. Henry sat there with his legs wide open and his shaft standing at full attention. His arms were at his side as he waited to see what Marguerite had in mind, though he had a pretty good idea. Standing in front of him, Marguerite undid the button at the back of the neck and her dress fell away with the fabric pooling around her ankles revealing her lacy black bra that barely concealed her light areolas or the fact that her nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric. Henry let out a gasp at the sight of her nearly naked body. Confidently taking a few steps to the sitting Henry, Marguerite straddled his lap, pressing his hard cock against her stomach. She then swayed her hips rhythmically as she proceeded to give Henry one of the best lap dances he had ever received. While Marguerite was teasing Henry's member, Henry reached out and with a swift movement undid her bra, finally exposing her large breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and slowly traced with his tongue around the areola. "Mmmmm," Marguerite sighed in pleasure, "Yes, keep doing that." Circling the dark ring with his tongue, Henry used his tongue to lick her erect nipple. A sharp intake of breath let Henry know that what he was doing was appreciated. He flicked the nipple a couple more times and then moved to her other breast, while at the same time pinching the one he just sucked with his hand. While Henry was doing that Marguerite brought her hand down to her pussy and with her fingers moved her knickers to the side. Leaning in to Henry's neck she whispered, "I want you inside me, but don't come just yet." Shifting slightly, Henry, with a little help from Marguerite, guided his cock gently into her slick slit. It had been a while since Henry had been inside a woman and he had nearly forgotten how great it felt to have his cock enveloped in the warm, moist folds of a woman. Once inside her, Henry thrusted gently so as not to come too soon, but it was a difficult task, but the delay only heightened his desire. Marguerite responded to the intense sensations as the penis rubbed inside her. Going down again, Marguerite began to kiss Henry's neck using her teeth to increase the sensation. Henry closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted. Hell, he thought, at this point she could anything to him and he would be fine with it. This went on for a few more minutes. Neither one saying a word. The only sounds were the moans as they continued to pleasure each other. Henry leaned over Marguerite's ear as she was still kissing his neck. "I'm going to come any moment now." Stopping what she was doing, Marguerite put her finger to his lips, and with a soft sshhing sound, got off of Henry revealing a glistening cock covered with her juices. Reaching for his hands, Marguerite led him to the bed and pushing him down on his back began kissing his mouth and then moved downwards, taking care to kiss his masculine chest and licking his nipples with tongue. From there she continued to move south, kissing his belly and nuzzling in his groomed pubis until finally she arrived at his throbbing manhood. Lifting his head to see, Marguerite smiled a wicked smile at him and took his swelled tip into her mouth. "Ahhhhhh!!"was the only thing that escaped his lips, followed by a "Yes, oh please, yes!" Marguerite slowly enveloped more of the penis with her mouth until finally she had taken the entire organ inside her. Her lips covered her teeth and she began to move in a vertical motion. Henry still held back, but it was becoming more and more difficult. The aching pleasure he was feeling was some of the most intense he had felt in a long time, if ever. After a few intense moments, Marguerite moved off the shafted which was now shiny not just with the pre-cum but her saliva. Licking her lips, Marguerite used her tongue to circle the now extremely sensitive tip. A trickle of clear sticky liquid trailed from her tongue to her chin. Not stopping, Marguerite began to lick the base of Henry's cock and moved up the shaft. He's suffered enough, she thought and positioning her herself in between his thighs, she looked up at him and said, "You've been patient long enough." And with that began to give a vigorous blow job. Henry's breathing was now short and sharp and after all that he had gone through in the last bit he let himself finally climax. With each paroxysm of sexual release, Henry's spunk coated Marguerite's cheeks and the back of her throat. It seemed that his ejaculations would never end; and Marguerite hoped they wouldn't. She really enjoyed having someone come in her mouth. But all good things must come to an end and finally Henry was spent. Marguerite's mouth was full of spunk and some of it had seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Henry who was in post coital rapture looked at Marguerite in time to watch her swallow his load. None of his previous partners had done that and he found it a real turn on. Finished, Marguerite moved up and kissed Henry full on the mouth. For the first time, Henry tasted himself which though a bit odd for him, was also somewhat enjoyable. "How was that?" "Indescribable." And with that Marguerite turned her back to Henry who wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled in to in order to feel the flaccid though still lengthened member in her back. And with that they both fell asleep. Shortly later, Marguerite woke up to a poking in the small of her back. It seemed that Henry was ready for a second round. This did not disappoint Marguerite who hoped that after the blow job she had given there would be time for penetration, she really wanted to feel a hard cock inside her. Turning to face Henry, she nudged him and asked if he was awake. Rubbing his eyes, Henry looked down at his erection and said that yup, he was definitely awake. "Good." Marguerite stood up. She was topless, but had kept on her knickers, but now with a swift movement, she removed them exposing herself in all her glory. She had a well kept and trimmed bush and Henry also noticed that her labia extended a little out of her vagina. It was absolutely beautiful he thought. Crawling back on the bed, she embraced Henry and rolling over had Henry on top of her. Henry slid himself inside and began to thrust in earnest. Marguerite moaned as Henry entered her and brought her hand down to mound and began to rub herself. Henry was turned on by her sexuality and continued to push his way deep inside her. This time, Henry couldn't hold back and shortly he came inside her. Marguerite continued to rub herself and as Henry withdrew she took her fingers and began to play with clit. Henry joined and inserted his fingers inside. Marguerite's breathing quickened and she rubbed fasted as the promise of her orgasm was coming. Henry enjoyed having his fingers inside this woman even as she played with clit. Within moments, her hips thrusted upwards and Marguerite's moans became louder until finally a paroxysm of unbridled pleasure washed over her. Out of breath, Marguerite let her hand rest on her soaking wet mound. Henry came up beside her and again taking her into his arms, this time they were facing each other and went to sleep and wouldn't wake until the morning. A Tryst in the Tub One night while the husband and I were out partying and dancing at a local bar with some friends my husband wanted to leave early but told me if one of my girlfriends could bring me home that I could stay and dance. One of our friends who I'll call B said she would bring me home so my husband left us to party. I stayed at the bar drinking and dancing until closing time and B and I left to take me home. On the way home, which is about 7 miles, I asked B if she wanted to soak in the Jacuzzi when we got to my house and she said why not. When we got to my house we found my husband partially asleep in the bedroom and I asked him if it was okay for me and B to jump in the Jacuzzi for a while and He said he hadn't put chemicals in it for a couple of days so he didn't think the water would be okay so I suggested that we use the whirlpool tub in our master bathroom. B said that would be fine with her so we ventured into the master bath with my husband saying to enjoy ourselves. He told us not to drown since we were both pretty loaded and we just giggled. Once inside the bathroom I shut the door to our bedroom and started the water in the tub. While the tub was filling I lit the candles all around the ledge of the tub and turned off the overhead lights. Once the tub was full I started to undress and noticed B doing the same and we just smiled at each other. Once undress I looked at B and told her how good she looked and she told me I looked pretty good myself and I just giggled and told her thanks. Her tits were slightly larger than mine but not by much and her reddish brown bush was a little thicker than my dishwater blonde one but it was trimmed very neatly. We entered the hot water of the tub on opposite ends facing each other. The hot water was very relaxing and we just lay our heads back and enjoyed the atmosphere of the candle lit room without saying a word. I rose out of the water and B asked me what was wrong and I told her I had to go get something and that I'd be back in with her shortly. When I returned I had my husbands digital camera and she asked what I planned to do with that and I just smiled and told her I wanted to have a few pictures to remember this night. After letting me take a few pictures of her just lounging in the water I convinced her that I needed to see more skin out of the water. I took about a dozen pictures or so then put the camera up out of the way and told her that I wouldn't pester her anymore for Pictures. She told me that it was kind of flattering and sexy to know that she was being photographed. We continued to soak in the water just talking girl talk and smoking an occasional cigarette. While shifting around B's toes accidentally hit my pussy and I let out a little squeal. B said she was sorry and I said it was okay it just surprised me a bit and we just laughed and I told her it was a good surprise though. After a minute or so I shifted my foot so it bumped B's pussy and she just looked at me and smiled and said that seemed deliberate to her and I just smiled a wicked smile and she smiled back. I lay my head back and relished in the feeling of being in my tub with another naked woman and my mind raced and my nipples hardened. B noticed my hardened nipples and asked what I was thinking that had me aroused so I told her how hot it made me to be in a tub with a naked woman. She said that we had been in the Jacuzzi naked together before and I told her that we weren't alone and there wasn't candlelight. She agreed that it was a lot sexier with the candles and just the two of us and maybe the alcohol helped a little too. I noticed that B's nipples had become erect also and I smiled and told her it seemed to me that she was enjoying this also and she agreed. As B laid her head back again I found myself reaching out and caressing her left breast. I thought she might be upset but she just let out a slight moan and licked her lips stating how wonderful that that felt. I massaged both breasts for a little while then decided to see if she minded my mouth replacing my hand and she did not. As I licked and sucked B's tits she was playing with my tits as well, pinching the nipples, squeezing and rubbing them so hard I thought she would bruise them but it was really turning me on. I nibbled on her nipples and she was moaning and squirming around and then I felt her take my hand and guide it to her pussy. Even in the hot bath water her pussy was incredibly hot and moist and not from the water either it was definitely from her own natural juices. This made my pussy start to moisten and pulse as the blood rushed into the lips causing them to throb with anticipation of what was coming next. It didn't take very long to find out because B rose out of the water to sit on the ledge of the tub and after she leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips she guided my mouth toward her swollen clit and I eagerly responded my licking, sucking and nibbling until I felt her shake and by her breathing I could tell she was Cumming and I just kept my face buried lapping up every sweet drop of her internal nectar. All she could say was Oh My God and as I continued my oral assult on her pussy I inserted a finger into her drenched love pit and then another up her ass. I thought she was going to jump off the ledge of the tub but in just a few strokes she was grinding her pussy and ass back against my hand. I don't know how many times she came but I tried to lick up every drop I could get my mouth on. I felt B's hands on my face and she pulled me up to her and whispered that she wanted to taste her pussy on me and then she planted a passionate kiss on me and our tongues did a little dance inside our mouths making my pussy throb even harder. When our lips parted I told her that she had me so horny I was surprised I wasn't dripping pussy juice all over her and she just giggled and said that she would take care of that. With that she stepped from the tub pulling me along by the arm and lay me down on the bathroom floor. My pussy was hot and the cool tiles on my ass made me that much hotter. B kissed me again and then let her tongue trail from my mouth down my neck and to my tits where she licked, nibbled and sucked until she had me hotter than hell and then the heat of her mouth was replaced by the cool air in the room as she moved her head further down my body. I don't think there was an inch of skin she missed between my tits and midsection while she was licking her way down. I felt her tongue dancing through my neatly trimmed patch and the anticipation almost made me cum right then. B slid her tongue down the left side of my outer lips then under and back up the right side without actually touching my pussy lips but I could feel her hot breath on my skin and it was making me squirm. Once back at the top of my pussy I felt B's tongue make a line right down the middle of my pussy just slightly parting my lips and this made me moan and squirm even harder. She licked a little deeper on the way back up and I was in heaven then she started to flick my swollen clit from side to side and up and down and I thought I was going to scream from the sensations of having someone other than my husbands face buried in my crotch and that it was another woman just made me that much hotter. As she licked and sucked on my clit my breathing increased so much I thought I was going to hyperventilate and tried to calm myself but this felt oh so good. B moved down my pussy and licked and probed with her tongue while I lay there withering like a bitch in heat and when I felt her tongue press against my asshole I felt the first wave of orgasms pass over me and then she replaced her tongue in my ass with a finger and then two fingers and her thumb was in my pussy and her tongue was again toying with my clit and I felt another wave pass over me. I don't know how many times I came but I knew my pussy was swollen and throbbing and I reached down and pulled B up to me so I could taste my pussy on her lips and tongue. She lay beside me with half her body resting on mine as we kissed and caressed for some time. That's the difference between men and women we want to still be romantic and wind down but men just want to roll over and go to sleep. The contact between us was doing anything but winding us down because I could feel how wet B was as she ground her sopping pussy into my leg. I told her to stay put that I had another surprise for her and she looked at me kind of funny and said it's not what I think it is and I smiled and said no that he didn't get to join us because we weren't done enjoying and exploring each other yet. I slipped from the bathroom to find my husband fast asleep in bed with the TV on and made my way into our walk in closet where I retrieved a double-headed dong. When I reentered the bathroom B's eyes lit up and she said it looks like we both get to enjoy at the same time now and I just smiled. She inquired about my husband and I told her that he was fast asleep with his TV going so he couldn't hear anything even if he had been awake. I sat down facing B and rubbed one end of the dong on her pussy and then slipped it inside her and she let out a slight gasp and reached down and inserted the other end into my pussy. We smiled at each other like two schoolgirls with an evil secret and then our lips met again. As our tongues danced with each other our hips ground and gyrated causing the double-headed dong to squirm around inside each of us causing sensations I don't think I have ever felt before. After several minutes of kissing and caressing I put my left leg over B's right and my right leg under her left where we could lean back and get our pussies closer together. With a little maneuvering and squirming I soon felt B's hot pussy lips push into mine and the thought of our juices mixing together sent shudders of excitement through my whole body. We ground our pussies against each other and popped our asses up and down on the tile floor and I was thinking that it was a good thing it wasn't a real cock inside us because it would have shot it's load a long time ago. After Cumming a few more times in this position I stopped my thrashing around and lifted myself up on my elbows and B did the same. We just looked at each other and smiled then she reached down and rubbed my pussy and then brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted our intermingled juices. She just purred and said we made a good combination so I rubbed her pussy and tasted my own fingers and she was right. It was a mixture of sweet pussy and raw musky sex and it tasted like nothing I had ever had before. After cuddling and kissing a few more times we disengaged the dildo from our pussies and rose unsteadily to our feet. We held onto each other for balance and B said she had never been fucked to the point of being wobbly before and I told her that neither had I. B said she really should get going because she had church in the morning and I told her I hoped she wasn't going to confession and we both just burst out laughing. I asked her if she wanted to grab a quick shower and she said that she wanted to go to sleep that night drenched in our juices and I told her I was going to also. As she dressed B asked me if we were ever going to do this again and I told her that maybe the Jacuzzi would be ready the next time and we could convince my husband to join in and make things a little more interesting. She asked if I thought he would go for it and I just laughed and asked what man in his right mind wouldn't. After I seen her drive down our lane I returned to the bedroom and snuggled in next to my husband and he surprise me when he asked if we had a good time and I replied yes we did and he said it sounded like it to him. I poked him and told him that I thought that he was asleep and he just smiled and said that was that's what he wanted. He said it sounded pretty interesting at times and I assured him that the next time B came over he would find out for himself. I told him if he was real good that in the morning when I woke him up with a blowjob I might let him taste B's pussy on mine and then he could have his way with me and he said deal. We snuggled in tight and drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. I don't know what his thoughts were but I couldn't wait until we see B downtown again. I'll let you know how it turns out! A Tryst with a Stranger It had been a long week. Everyday stress had weighed heavily on me, but I had something to look forward to this night. The kids were all with their “other” parents for the weekend. I got home to an empty house. I headed upstairs and took a long hot shower to wash away the stress of the day. I carefully shaved and groomed myself. I gave special attention to my hair and make up this night. I added perfume to all the right places. In the bedroom, I went through my closet and picked out the perfect dress. It was form-fitting and short. No panties or bra needed for this dress. I slipped my perfectly painted toes into my 2-inch heels and checked out my appearance in the full-length mirror. Being a working mom had left me feeling less than sexy at the time, but this dress changed all that. I switched purses and wrapped my light shawl around my shoulders. I knew exactly where I was going. There is a bar in downtown Portland where my girlfriend Carrie and I have had some wonderful times. I pulled into the garage across the street and made my way over to the pub. I walked in and allowed my eyes to adjust to the lighting. The music was light rock; the easel outside said that a band would be there around 10. I looked at my watch. It was 8:45 now. I approached the bar and ordered a drink. My shoe tapped the brass foot rest that ran under the bar, keeping beat with the music. I idly played with the straw in my drink, and as I looked up I saw a very handsome face smiling softly at me from the other end of the bar. I smiled back at him and looked down, a bit embarrassed and shy. When I looked up again, he was gone. Figures, I thought to myself, but the next thing I knew he was standing just to the left of me. He startled me when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “A lovely lady such as you should not be alone on a Friday night.” A smile crossed my face as I looked up and smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror behind the bartender. In my sexy voice, I replied to him, “I no longer seem to be alone this Friday night.” “No, indeed not, pretty lady,” he answered. For the next hour or so we talked. He bought me a drink or two and we got to know one another. He was quite charismatic and charming. He was giving me very obvious signals that I would not be alone when I woke up on Saturday morning. As we talked, I noticed that the man sitting on the side of the bar to my right was paying closer attention to us than most strangers normally would. He caught my eye and greeted me. I smiled softly and said hello. Then a friend of this man approached him and they started joking around and laughing. They began talking about the band that was going to play soon. My new friend commented to them that he’s been to their concerts in bigger venues and the three men start talking about other local bands. As the conversation continued, the three gentlemen vied for my attention. It was sweet and all in good nature and made me feel extremely sexy. This was definitely a turn on. At a quarter after 10, the band began to play. This night they were playing old pop rock and soft rock songs. For the next hour I was taken to the dance floor by my handsome suitors. What a wonderful time I was having. I noticed the envious stares from a few of the women in the bar, but I didn’t care. Let them eat their hearts out, I thought. I was having the time of my life. After more than an hour of non-stop dancing, I decided to take a quick break and go into the ladies room to freshen up. As I left the restroom, I noticed the time. The eleven o’clock hour was reaching its mid-point. As I entered the main room of the bar, I recognized the intro to one of my favorite songs. I saw one of my dance partners approaching me, but before he had a chance to reach me, a stranger walked in front of him. Startled, I took a small step back, but he reached down and took my hand. My eyes widened as his other hand took me by the waist and pulled me toward him. Even in my heels I had to look up to look into his eyes. They were a beautiful steel blue. I instantly felt as though he could see into me. I was certain he could feel my heart pounding. He led me in this dance. There was no doubt here who was in control. As he led me across the floor I saw my gentlemen friends at the bar, watching this man closely. I gave them a quick smile to let them know I was okay and that this man had not over-stepped his boundaries. There was electricity running through us and between us. It was almost tangible. What was it about this stranger who hadn’t even spoken to me? He had a devilish gleam in his eye, yet I had no fear of him. When the song was over, his hand dropped from my waist, but he continued to hold my hand as he led me to the bar. Apparently, I was done dancing. He took me to the opposite end of the bar from my male companions. They didn’t seem all that happy about it, but they kept their distance. Before I realized what had happened, he had ordered a drink for me – my drink. How long had he been watching me to know this was my favorite drink? We spent the next hour or so talking. Everything he said turned me on. He was an exceptionally attractive man. The magnetism between us was incredible. Several times one of the original flirts tried to get my attention or attempted to order a drink for me, but this stranger redirected my attention and declined the drink from the bartender. After a few more slow dances and another drink at the bar, the stranger leaned over and whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded and picked up my purse. I looked over at my admirers and winked as I took the proffered hand of my escort and he led me out the door. He pushed the front door of the pub open for me and just as he exited, turned to the men at the bar who were standing there watching us, speechless and he gave them that devilish smile. He led me across the street to the parking garage where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side for me and handed me in. I was almost certain that my pounding heart was audible to him. As he pulled out onto the deserted city street, he confidently reached over and placed his warm hand on my bare thigh. My pulse raced faster. Oh god, I thought. Several blocks down from the pub we pulled over in front of a hotel. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. He took me inside where he registered for a room for us. We took an elevator to the fourth floor from which he directed me to the room. We entered the room and I placed my purse down on the dresser in front of me. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and firmly pressed me to the wall. My big blue eyes looked up at him as my heart threatened to come straight out of my chest. He confidently leaned on his left hand, which was resting on the wall next to my head, trapping me. The fingers of his right hand reached up and touched my temple. Slowly, he grazed my scalp around my ear to the back of my head with his strong fingers. Suddenly he took a firm grip of my hair and wrapped his hand in it and pulled my head to his and kissed me deeply and passionately as no other man had. He took my breath away with his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with ease and confidence. He rose off his left hand and cupped my breast. His thumb leisurely grazed my already-hard nipple. A soft whimper escaped my lips, causing him to intensify the kiss. Catching me completely unaware, his hand slid down my stomach to my thigh. It traveled back up my thigh, but this time it was under my dress. His searching fingers found my freshly saved pussy, gliding one of them between my moist lips. He pulled his head back and pierced me with his gaze as one eyebrow raised. With a brazen need to be touched I reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants. I matched his gaze and raised one of my eyebrows to him in return. Without a word, he reached behind me and painstakingly lowered the zipper of my dress and with a feather-soft touch, removed it from my shoulders, letting it slide down the length of my body, pooling at my feet. He helped me step out of it and led me to the center of the room. He took a step back and with those eyes that don’t miss a detail he took in the vision of me standing before him, wearing nothing but high heels, earrings, and his wedding ring. This man was no stranger. He is my One, the man who completes me and loves me. The rest of our evening was spent passionately loving one another. Our domestic lives were miles away – in spirit as well as location. This night there was only us. We used our bodies to express to one another the love and feelings we share. As we drifted off to sleep, exhausted and content, his mischievous nature got the best of him and he whispered to me in the dark, “Excuse me, miss, but I don’t think I caught your name.” We giggled in the dark, snuggling tightly to one another as only two people who are very intimate with one another can do. “I love you, my One,” I whispered. “And I love you, my Angel.” It had been a long week. Everyday stress had weighed heavily on me, but I had something to look forward to this night. The kids were all with their “other” parents for the weekend. I got home to an empty house. I headed upstairs and took a long hot shower to wash away the stress of the day. I carefully shaved and groomed myself. I gave special attention to my hair and make up this night. I added perfume to all the right places. In the bedroom, I went through my closet and picked out the perfect dress. It was form-fitting and short. No panties or bra needed for this dress. I slipped my perfectly painted toes into my 2-inch heels and checked out my appearance in the full-length mirror. Being a working mom had left me feeling less than sexy at the time, but this dress changed all that. I switched purses and wrapped my light shawl around my shoulders. I knew exactly where I was going. There is a bar in downtown Portland where my girlfriend Carrie and I have had some wonderful times. I pulled into the garage across the street and made my way over to the pub. I walked in and allowed my eyes to adjust to the lighting. The music was light rock; the easel outside said that a band would be there around 10. I looked at my watch. It was 8:45 now. I approached the bar and ordered a drink. My shoe tapped the brass foot rest that ran under the bar, keeping beat with the music. I idly played with the straw in my drink, and as I looked up I saw a very handsome face smiling softly at me from the other end of the bar. I smiled back at him and looked down, a bit embarrassed and shy. When I looked up again, he was gone. Figures, I thought to myself, but the next thing I knew he was standing just to the left of me. He startled me when he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “A lovely lady such as you should not be alone on a Friday night.” A smile crossed my face as I looked up and smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror behind the bartender. In my sexy voice, I replied to him, “I no longer seem to be alone this Friday night.” “No, indeed not, pretty lady,” he answered. For the next hour or so we talked. He bought me a drink or two and we got to know one another. He was quite charismatic and charming. He was giving me very obvious signals that I would not be alone when I woke up on Saturday morning. As we talked, I noticed that the man sitting on the side of the bar to my right was paying closer attention to us than most strangers normally would. He caught my eye and greeted me. I smiled softly and said hello. Then a friend of this man approached him and they started joking around and laughing. They began talking about the band that was going to play soon. My new friend commented to them that he’s been to their concerts in bigger venues and the three men start talking about other local bands. As the conversation continued, the three gentlemen vied for my attention. It was sweet and all in good nature and made me feel extremely sexy. This was definitely a turn on. At a quarter after 10, the band began to play. This night they were playing old pop rock and soft rock songs. For the next hour I was taken to the dance floor by my handsome suitors. What a wonderful time I was having. I noticed the envious stares from a few of the women in the bar, but I didn’t care. Let them eat their hearts out, I thought. I was having the time of my life. After more than an hour of non-stop dancing, I decided to take a quick break and go into the ladies room to freshen up. As I left the restroom, I noticed the time. The eleven o’clock hour was reaching its mid-point. As I entered the main room of the bar, I recognized the intro to one of my favorite songs. I saw one of my dance partners approaching me, but before he had a chance to reach me, a stranger walked in front of him. Startled, I took a small step back, but he reached down and took my hand. My eyes widened as his other hand took me by the waist and pulled me toward him. Even in my heels I had to look up to look into his eyes. They were a beautiful steel blue. I instantly felt as though he could see into me. I was certain he could feel my heart pounding. He led me in this dance. There was no doubt here who was in control. As he led me across the floor I saw my gentlemen friends at the bar, watching this man closely. I gave them a quick smile to let them know I was okay and that this man had not over-stepped his boundaries. There was electricity running through us and between us. It was almost tangible. What was it about this stranger who hadn’t even spoken to me? He had a devilish gleam in his eye, yet I had no fear of him. When the song was over, his hand dropped from my waist, but he continued to hold my hand as he led me to the bar. Apparently, I was done dancing. He took me to the opposite end of the bar from my male companions. They didn’t seem all that happy about it, but they kept their distance. Before I realized what had happened, he had ordered a drink for me – my drink. How long had he been watching me to know this was my favorite drink? We spent the next hour or so talking. Everything he said turned me on. He was an exceptionally attractive man. The magnetism between us was incredible. Several times one of the original flirts tried to get my attention or attempted to order a drink for me, but this stranger redirected my attention and declined the drink from the bartender. After a few more slow dances and another drink at the bar, the stranger leaned over and whispered in my ear. I slowly nodded and picked up my purse. I looked over at my admirers and winked as I took the proffered hand of my escort and he led me out the door. He pushed the front door of the pub open for me and just as he exited, turned to the men at the bar who were standing there watching us, speechless and he gave them that devilish smile. He led me across the street to the parking garage where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side for me and handed me in. I was almost certain that my pounding heart was audible to him. As he pulled out onto the deserted city street, he confidently reached over and placed his warm hand on my bare thigh. My pulse raced faster. Oh god, I thought. Several blocks down from the pub we pulled over in front of a hotel. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. He took me inside where he registered for a room for us. We took an elevator to the fourth floor from which he directed me to the room. We entered the room and I placed my purse down on the dresser in front of me. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and firmly pressed me to the wall. My big blue eyes looked up at him as my heart threatened to come straight out of my chest. He confidently leaned on his left hand, which was resting on the wall next to my head, trapping me. The fingers of his right hand reached up and touched my temple. Slowly, he grazed my scalp around my ear to the back of my head with his strong fingers. Suddenly he took a firm grip of my hair and wrapped his hand in it and pulled my head to his and kissed me deeply and passionately as no other man had. He took my breath away with his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with ease and confidence. He rose off his left hand and cupped my breast. His thumb leisurely grazed my already-hard nipple. A soft whimper escaped my lips, causing him to intensify the kiss. Catching me completely unaware, his hand slid down my stomach to my thigh. It traveled back up my thigh, but this time it was under my dress. His searching fingers found my freshly saved pussy, gliding one of them between my moist lips. He pulled his head back and pierced me with his gaze as one eyebrow raised. With a brazen need to be touched I reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants. I matched his gaze and raised one of my eyebrows to him in return. Without a word, he reached behind me and painstakingly lowered the zipper of my dress and with a feather-soft touch, removed it from my shoulders, letting it slide down the length of my body, pooling at my feet. He helped me step out of it and led me to the center of the room. He took a step back and with those eyes that don’t miss a detail he took in the vision of me standing before him, wearing nothing but high heels, earrings, and his wedding ring. This man was no stranger. He is my One, the man who completes me and loves me. The rest of our evening was spent passionately loving one another. Our domestic lives were miles away – in spirit as well as location. This night there was only us. We used our bodies to express to one another the love and feelings we share. As we drifted off to sleep, exhausted and content, his mischievous nature got the best of him and he whispered to me in the dark, “Excuse me, miss, but I don’t think I caught your name.” We giggled in the dark, snuggling tightly to one another as only two people who are very intimate with one another can do. “I love you, my One,” I whispered. “And I love you, my Angel.” A Tryst with Ann This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved. No I did not use an editor so if you don't like to read unedited versions of stories you may choose to look elsewhere. You don't need to leave a comment telling me to use one because I will simply delete it anyway. Yes some of this story is true. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Thanks, Dean ***** Sometimes you begin a story and wonder is it really possible that it really happened, and if it did can I actually tell everyone in detail that it did. This story is going to be told from the time Ann was 18 and a cute as hell high school senior. I was married at the time and still am, although that has nothing to do with this, since for my wife marriage and sex did not go together after we had children. It was an afterthought for her and slowly it wasn't even an afterthought anymore. Sex just did not exist. I think part of what got this going was the fact that I had always been infatuated with Ann even from the time she walked into high school. She looked so cute with her light brown hair that curled up on her head to just slightly below her shoulders. At that time she wore large glasses and I thought they were so sexy on her. This woman, and that was how I saw her, had an ass that just didn't quit and being an ass man I paid careful attention to hers. Her breasts are large and I am guessing at around a 36 large C or D and I just wanted to put my mouth around her nipples and pull on them till they were hard. The problem was I could never tell her that. It just wasn't possible with who or what I was so I never made any advances of any kind toward her. She showed up once to leave on a trip with her blouse almost buttoned and I got an eyeful of her beautiful bouncing breasts even though she had a bra on I still got hard from just the thought of it. Her showing up dressed that way enraged my wife and she asked me if I got to see enough. I of course played it off since it was not uncommon for Ann to be running late. I had to love Ann for it and still do to this day even if it was by accident, although I hoped it was for my benefit. Ann was that one person who I fell for that I knew I would never get an opportunity to enjoy or at least I thought so at the time. Fast forward several years and we both have grown children and I am still married to the same woman who thinks sex isn't even an afterthought. Why you ask? I don't plan to lose half my retirement to someone who did not earn it. You may think badly of me for that statement but until you walk in my shoes don't judge me too harshly. I work over 70 hours a week and have for years and she works a day a week and thinks she is being asked to do too much. I do my own laundry and the house is a mess. Let's go back to the good part of this story, Ann. She and I made contact through Facebook I guess and I found out that she was having surgery. She was even having it in the town I lived in so of course I took her flowers and met her husband. She has a beautiful daughter that has her mother in her. I can see it in her eyes and face. I enjoyed the time that I got to spend with her and wished at the time there could have been more but it wasn't to be at that time. I did not hear from here again for about three months until she posted that she was bored. I sent her a text not realizing she was online and told her to hang in there. I was surprised when she responded back to me and we began a long conversation. Somehow we got to talking about books and I don't know if I brought it up or she did. We talked about the fact that what my wife read did nothing for me and she mentioned the Fifty Shades of Grey series. I told her I had it on my kindle and read it but it still was just not kinky enough for me. Ann asked what exactly was kinky enough for me. I asked her if she could keep a secret and I was sure that she would because I trusted her. I knew she would not tell her husband or anyone else that she was close to. She probably knew that if she just let things play out that I would agree to whatever she wanted and she was right. I told her that I wrote stories that were definitely more on the erotic side. She asked if she could read them and I told her I would let her but my problem was that when you do that it basically opens your soul to someone and I didn't want to be hurt again. I had enough of being hurt. I needed someone who wanted to play with me and just enjoy each other in whatever form that took. Once she had the link to Literotica she started to read what I wrote and what I suggested first. The only problem was I wanted to talk and she wanted to read. I finally gave up after so told me several times to shut up and I told her I would talk to her when she was online again. The next morning she told me that she stayed up till 2 am reading some of what I had written and she was intrigued by what I had. She told me that she didn't know I was an ass man but had figured me more of a breast man. I guess I was good at covering that anyway. We began to talk again and it took us a while but we both finally admitted that we were interested in seeing each other. She wants to be more dominant and I can go that way if it makes her happy. I will just be happy in getting to enjoy her any way that I can. Talking with her revealed that she might think I will not be impressed by her body, probably due to age but mine has aged as well. I am really more interested in her but having the opportunity to play with her is one that I would never turn down. I looked forward to what she wanted to do to me although she seems to want to keep that part a secret. I guess women have a right to have secrets and she told me she hoped I could handle what she had to give me. I am salivating at the thought of that. I feel in time she will want to add another woman to the mix and I won't say no that that either. If it is something that two people can share and she has a friend that also wants to play, that she is comfortable with, I trust her enough to be able to make that decision. We talked again in between her telling me to go write because she was reading. I know from where she is in my list of stories that I am definitely not an angel and she will see that very quickly. I am looking forward to her texting me back to talk again as I write this. We have planned to meet in almost three weeks. I have to work several shifts at work due to an absence and I can't do anything about it. If I could I would be there next week to see her. Through our brief conversations Ann did tell me that her ass is her least favorite part of her body which made my heart sink. I was hoping that I had found someone who was into ass play as much as I was. I guess the upside to this whole thing is that even though I do not know what parts of her body begin to tingle when they are delicately strummed, I do know that she did not say that ass play was out. She seems to be willing to allow me my pleasures and I am more than willing to grovel at her pussy or any other place she chooses. I continued to text back and forth with her over the weekend which did cause an issue that is mostly my fault. Her phone went off to many times for her family to listen to and they questioned her about it. She just told them it was a friend and they didn't want to hear that so she told them it was me. It is not as if they do not know who I am. They were upset and she told them we were just chatting back and forth because that is what we were doing. I am hoping that this does not cause any problems for her because I would not do anything to hurt her. Walking away would be so very difficult for me but I would do that instead of seeing her hurt. We had been texting so much because she had asked me to do something for her and the fact that I enjoyed our conversations. We talked about various sex toys and she asked me about some of the things in my stories were true. I told her that all of them have some truth in them because that is how I write. A little imagination goes a long way as well and there is plenty of that in some of them as well. I told her that there were times when I did research on some of the stories as I wrote them so that I knew what it would feel like. I can write more accurately knowing how I felt when it happened to me. She wanted to see pictures of what I had from some of the stories and I told her that I would take them and send them to her. That evening I took pictures of what she wanted, the golf club from the Dean and Marie series and a picture of a dildo that I told her I had that is rather large. I also planned ahead because she told me she was a visual girl and I just knew in the back of my mind what she would ask next. I sent the pictures and she said, "I thought they would be you using them." Just as I expected she did ask for that so I sent her a picture of the large dildo shoved up my ass and a picture of the modified golf club before and after entry. I heard nothing from her about them for a long time which was agony on my part since I had hoped I didn't repulse her. I didn't think I had but you never know how people will react. Finally later that evening I got a message saying, "Interesting." Yes I had hoped for more than that but I guess that is the secretive part to her. She was still having discussions about all the texting with her family and around 9 pm she texted, "Good Night." I followed her text with, "Good Night, Take Care," A few second later I received, "Take Care." I did not expect to hear from her again that night but around forty five minutes later my phone chimed and it was her asking, "Would you ever be with a man?" When I received the message it caught me off guard to say the least. I did reply with, "I don't know I guess I never really thought about it. I was in a threesome with a friend and his wife many years before I was even married but it was because she wanted two guys and they both trusted me. My friend and I didn't make much contact with each other than pleasuring his wife. We were the icing to her cake and we did what she asked and nothing more. What are you up to stinker? I am interested if I get you in the deal." She simply responded with, "Just asking?" She had followed that with a smiley face. "Call me okay. I hate texting and want to talk to you if you have time, if not that is okay too." I replied. I did not hear back from her for quite some time. Well it was actually only about twenty minutes but in my state it seemed like hours so I texted back, "Oh gee thanks, now I will never get you off my mind, like I wanted too. Love you but I think you know that, LOL." I did not hear back from her that night or receive a call. This woman is driving me crazy. When I got to work the following morning I texted her to let her know that I had thought about what she had said, and being with another guy, as in two guys only, would not work for me, although I don't think that is what she was implying. I know I need a woman in the mix so being in a three way with her and another guy or gal would be okay. I hoped she has a great day and that I changed my phone to vibrate so it would be quieter, because I thought she might be texting me back. Three hours later I changed my phone back to ring because I had not heard from her and my phone is such a piece of crap that trying to feel it vibrate just doesn't cut it. I know that she sees clients at her workplace so her being able to contact me during the day might be an issue, so as much as I hated to admit it to myself, there are things in life more important than my needs, although I really didn't have to like it. I am hoping to hear from her sometime today and I work late so you never know. While waiting for her to call though my thoughts became fantasy and I sat and pondered what she might want to do to me. She may have a girlfriend that is into everything both of us are interested in and of course my imagination took over with the following. I arrived at her house about 6 pm and knocked hoping that no one would see me enter her house. I had parked a couple blocks away so that no one would notice my truck that lived near her. Just as I am getting started in my little fantasy my phone goes off and she texted me saying, "Sorry I was in meeting this morning. I am doing some paperwork before seeing clients." I was not surprised by that at all and told her so. I told her that I was rewriting a story about her and me and that I would send it to her when she got off work if she wanted to see it. "Is all you do all day is write stories, just asking?" I told her that I came in around 4 am and had my work done before everyone else got here. I can't blame her for being curious and I told her that I was an open book all she had to do was ask and I would tell her, I am not into head games. Thankfully she isn't either. Okay back to the story. She opened the door and I am still to this day amazed at her beauty. She really hasn't changed all that much in the years that have gone past both of us. Her hair is cut different and the glasses have changed but she is still the same as I remembered her. I entered the house and she told me that things had changed somewhat from what we had discussed during our last conversation. I cocked an eyebrow in her direction and she said, "Don't worry you will love her." I knew that Ann like to also play with women and that didn't bother me. I was hoping for it to just be the two of us but if tonight was going to be one of her fantasies I was more than willing to be a part of it. She walked me into the living room and there was a lady about her age sitting having a drink and she was also lovely. Not as lovely as Ann, but lovely in her own right. She introduced her as Pam and we sat and got to know each other over drinks. Ann finally said that it was time to get the party started and she walked over and grabbed me by the hand and led me toward the bedroom. Once we were in there both women began to undress me slowly and I reached out to fondle Ann's breast and received a slap to my hand. "Don't worry naughty boy you will get what is coming to you when I think you have earned it, just stand there and do as you're told." I liked where this was going and my cock began to harden at the thought of what she might be doing to me or in this case what the two of them might be planning. Once I was undressed and standing before them both stark naked she led me toward the bed and told me to just sit down and enjoy the show. Ann and Pam then began to undress each other slowly for my benefit as my hand slowly went towards my cock. "Don't even think about it." Ann snipped at me. I moved my hands away knowing I had been caught and sat and continued to watch. Once their blouses had been removed they started to slowly slide their jeans down over their hips. I had hoped they would take off their bras but they were crafty at making me wait. When their jeans finally pooled at their feet they stepped out of them and then Ann turned her back to Pam and her bra was slowly unclasped allowing the edges of the straps to fall down. Ann held her bra up with her arms so that I still could not see her breasts. She turned to Pam and as Pam turned for her to release her bra she allowed it to fall to the floor, knowing I could still not enjoy seeing her breasts. Pam's bra fell to the floor and they both slowly turned to me giving me my first opportunity to look at their breasts. Pam's breasts were not as large as Ann's or as perky in my eyes, but they both were well endowed women. I wanted to get up off that bed and go over and lock my lips over both of their nipples taking turns at pleasing them both but I knew that doing so would get me into trouble. I almost felt like it might be worth the risk but decided to just stay where I was for the moment and enjoy the show. While they were standing there Pam slowly reached down to Ann's hips and slowly pulled her white panties down to the floor revealing Ann's beautiful pussy to me. She kept it closely shaved and I wanted to get down on my knees and show her my appreciation. I was waiting for her to turn around so that I could see her ass and she knew it. Ann knew of my kinks and she was using them against me so far. Ann had Pam walk in front of her and she then lowered Pam's panties to the floor reveling yet another delight to me. My biggest problem was that I wanted Ann and she was what my thoughts were on even with this other woman in the room. Pam also had a closely shaved pussy and I was hoping that before the night was over I would get the opportunity to please both of them. Little did I know at the time what they had in store for me and how much pleasure I would give and receive that evening. My phone chimed again waking me from my dream and it was Ann. The message that followed sat me back on my heels and I felt my heart just about shatter as I read, "I am concerned that all we do is talk about sex..." I don't remember what the rest of it was about, I believe stories that I write, but it floored me to the point that I saved what I was working on and thought about shutting the computer off. We had talked last night briefly and yes it was about sex. I did answer briefly the question that she posed to me the night before and later mentioned that I was working on a story. It must have been enough for her to realize that there had to be more, and I knew it as well. I did not think it was all we talked about over the course of the last week, but when I checked my messages it had been and I knew she was right. It was not a normal conversation anymore. The problem with guys is that once you get them headed in a direction, they have a one track mind, especially when it comes to sex, and it took her telling me to pull my head out of my ass to realize it. I sent her a text back and explained it to her hoping that she would understand and being the smart woman that she is she already knew what the problem had been and was smart enough to tell me. Most women don't do that they just stay mad at you or quit talking and then nothing gets fixed. This is one very smart lady and I have known that for years. I taught her remember and you know which ones are going to do some great things and she is one of those. I knew she would go places when the time in her life was right for it and when she hit her stride everyone better stay out of the way or she would leave them in a pile of ashes. I didn't want to be in that pile, I wanted to enjoy her and what she had to offer. I actually was not sure I would write anything for a while. I told her that this was my release and so I decided that since I needed that release I would continue, but not bring it up until she wanted to talk about it. I had other issues during that day to bring me back to the real world as well and between her kicking my butt and an issue dealing with an infant I left the computer off until later. It was time to get back to living, and I hope that someday she reads this, not just for the sex fantasies or realities in some cases, but so that she knows just how important she is to me as a woman, a smart and caring woman. I made a few notes about where the fantasy was going and shut the computer off. It was some time before I came back to continue this but as I left it I was just at the point where both Ann and Pam were naked and standing before me. I decided after almost a week that it was time to continue my fantasy and so I began with; "Can you both turn around so I can see your cute butts?" "You don't get to ask favors tonight Dean. Tonight is about what we want and yes some of it is what you desire but it will be on our terms, now turn around on the bed and put your ass in the air." I heard a click and saw a flash from the corner of my eye before I heard a 'swoosh' before I felt a paddle hit my ass and then another 'swoosh' before one hit from the opposite side. Both ladies had stood on either side of my ass and began to paddle me thoroughly. They both laid into my ass with only about 10 strokes each. While the strokes to my ass were not given as punishment they were given as a reminder that I was only there to serve them and I needed to remember my place. When they were finished I heard another click and the same flash. Ann was taking pictures of my ass with my phone to show me what it looked like later. A Tryst with Ann The next thing I heard was Pam saying, "Reach back and spread those cute little ask cheeks of yours for me." I quickly did as she requested and then heard that click and saw the flash again. "That picture is just so you remember what your asshole looked like before we ravaged it tonight." After Pam said it they both broke out in laughter. Ann always said that she had toys to play with and I had no reason to doubt what she said. She walked up and put a cuff on my ankle as Pam placed one on the other ankle. They each placed one on each wrist and then clipped them together so that I was splayed open for them to use as they wished. "I know that playing with me has always been a wish for you and we will see if I can compare to your dreams." Ann said as she slowly ran her hands up the inside of my thigh and then over my hip sliding it down the crack of my ass over my quivering pucker." "Now you get to do our bidding and you better do it well." Pam announced, as Ann crawled up before me and placed her pussy in front of my mouth. As soon as Ann got settled in front of me I began to place my mouth over her. I only wished that I had my arms free so that I could play with her magnificent breasts. I could see her nipples before I began to suckle at her pussy and I wanted to pull on them with my lips and bite them lightly with my teeth. Before I got to think any longer I heard 'swoosh' before the 'splat' sounded leaving me with yet another stroke to my ass. "Get busy and quit daydreaming you have some work to do." Pam said as she laid the paddle down on my back reminding me that it was just waiting to deliver another stroke to my warmed ass. I began to run my tongue on Ann's labia as soon as she said it. I could smell the womanly scent of Ann as it filled my nostrils showing that she too was just as excited as I was. I ran my tongue around her outer folds and then began to push my tongue in flat strokes across her entire pussy. I could hear light mewing sounds coming from Ann as I continued to try and give her pleasure. I put my tongue into her very wet slit and began to lap at her with abandon. She continued to make mewing and gasping sounds as I started to circle her clit hoping to draw it out from its protective hood. All this time Pam continued to rub my ass and cup my balls in her hands giving them a squeeze letting me know that they were in charge. As I was pushing my tongue into Ann I felt coldness around my pucker and then a finger shoved up into my ass in one thrust causing me to grunt, transferring that vibration out into Ann. Pam laughed behind me when she did it saying, "Ann you said he could take it straight up the ass, looks like you were right." I began to quicken the pace of my tongue to match what Pam was doing to my ass. She slowed down and I followed hoping that is what she wanted me to do and then picking up the pace as she did as well. Suddenly I felt another finger added to my ass as she continued to stroke into me. Ann was beginning to move around making it more difficult for me to stay inside her pussy but I tried as hard as I could as the fingers began to pound into me harder with each stroke. As soon as I was beginning to enjoy what she was doing the fingers disappeared and I was left with an empty feeling. "Keep right on taking care of Ann, I have a present for you and I am going to get it." I heard Pam say as I felt her walk away from the end of the bed. Pam returned shortly after and placed an object at my gaping ass. "I want you to keep giving her pleasure as long as I fuck you and I am going to fuck you good." Pam replied. Pam pushed forward with the dildo that she had strapped onto her body and began to slowly fuck my ass. I tried to look up at Ann by tilting my head towards her and she was lying with her head back and her eyes closed as I continued to push my tongue into her quivering pussy. I knew she was close and I wanted to catch everything she had to offer. I could feel the continual strokes into my ass as Pam delivered each and every stroke. I could feel Ann getting close to orgasm and put my mouth over her pussy and began to suck all of her into my mouth as she let loose with a stream of her womanly juices into my mouth. I continued to suckle at her until I felt her hands on my chin pulling me up to look at her. Pam continued to push the dildo into me at an even faster pace than she had before. Ann had a smile on her face as she looked at me and then Pam pulled the dildo from my ass causing it to gap at the sudden loss. I heard the familiar 'click' and then the flash following it after Pam had pulled the dildo free from my ass. Ann slowly moved her body out from under me and then moved to place her breasts before me as I lay their reliving what had just happened in my mind. I suddenly felt another object at my ass as Pam said, "You need this in you till Ann comes back her to fill you up again." She then shoved a large butt plug in my ass. My mind was awash at what they were doing to me as I continued to suckle at Ann's breasts and nipples. Ann allowed me to enjoy them until she felt the need to take me I guess. She got up and moved behind me having Pam take her place. Pam placed her breasts in front of me as Ann grabbed her strapon and walked over to my right so I could see what she was doing. I glanced out to the right and saw a huge strapon placed around her hips hanging so obscenely far down that I could not see the tip. The girth of this thing was huge and Ann came close to my ear and said, "You want to be taken and you need to be taken and today I am going to fulfill that very dream for you." She was right of course. She knew that this had to be something that was always in my mind from the stories I had written and she wanted to be the one to provide me with the very experience I had only dreamt about. It would no longer be a dream and she walked down to the end of the bed before I heard 'swoosh' and then felt the splat of the paddle again. "You have spanking fantasies as well and I am going to make sure that you remember this as well. You did well my little slave at taking care of me and I plan to do the same to you." All I heard the entire time I continued to suck on Pam's nipples and breast was 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat'. "I have only given you ten this time but I plan to give you more. I want your cute little ass nice and red before I shove my friend here up your ass." "Time for a few more I think." Ann said as I heard 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', The strokes continued to fall on my ass and I was beginning to feel actual tingling from what she was doing to me. The paddle driving the plug into my ass with each stroke was causing my prostrate to react and I was leaking from the tip of my cock and onto the bed. I continued my suckling of Pam's breast and she finally started to move up to the front of me as Ann began her final ten strokes to my reddening ass. 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat', 'swoosh', 'splat'. Again I heard the 'click' and then the 'flash' of the camera as she finished. Ann did not deliver hard strokes to my ass as I don't believe that was what she was intending. She just wanted to remind me that she was the one in charge and I was going to do her biding. It may have been her fantasy as well, I am not sure but I know she played this out well and in time I will thank her for it. As Pam got into place in front of my mouth I felt Ann place more lubricant on my sore pucker. It felt like it had enough attention to it already today but Ann was going to make sure that I knew and remembered how she wanted to play. She was the one in charge and I was merely the puppet. "I am going to shove this in and you are to use that tongue of yours to make Pam come. I will continue to drive this monster into your ass until she does." All that ran through my mind was that I hoped that Pam came quickly because the dildo that she had selected was larger than the one I had sent her in the picture. Maybe not a great deal bigger but I was sure I could tell the difference. Ann began to shove the dildo into my ass as I began to lick Pam. Tell the difference, oh boy could I tell the difference. I don't know how big this thing is but it felt phenomenal in my ass. I am sure that Ann knew it would be when she selected it and I was sure that she had never had one that large in her ass before. She had made a comment about not shoving anything that big up her ass once and I still remember laughing about it when she said it. I continued to lick, suck. And twirl my tongue with as much fervor as I could muster. Ann had grabbed my hips and was stroking into my ass about every 10 seconds as she was thrusting the cock into me and slowly pulling it out. It felt like a pile driver had been turned loose and Ann was controlling it. She definitely was controlling me. Stroke after stroke continued to go into my ass and I was sucking for all I was worth when finally Pam gave out a huge shake of her body and I placed my mouth over her pussy sucking her into my mouth. She had finally come and Ann pulled the monster cock from my ass with the traditional 'click, 'flash' following it. I was sure that my asshole could never be repaired and Ann said that she had a little trick to help bring it back into shape. Pam had gotten up and headed for the bathroom as Ann went towards the kitchen to get cream or something for my ass I had guessed. When she returned she said, "I normally use this during sex but judging from the look of your asshole I am going to use it now. She went into the bathroom and ran some water for some reason I did not understand and then came back and placed an object at my asshole again. She had taken a frozen water bottle and warmed it just enough to get it wet on the outside and shoved it into my ass. I could feel the tissue of my ass constrict around the object and my asshole began to quiver in excitement as she held it in place. She told me that we were through for tonight and then I heard the bathroom door open and Pam and Ann shared a kiss before Pam left. Pam walked by and patted my upturned and very sore ass and said, "You did just fine tonight big boy I might let you play with me again." After Pam left Ann went into the bathroom and was gone a short time when I had just about fallen asleep with the frozen bottle up my ass when I heard, 'click' and then noticed the flash again. I looked at Ann and said, "Really, you didn't get enough pictures of my ass you needed one with a frozen water bottle sticking out of it." "Oh sweetheart that is for you as a little reminder of just some of the things I want to do to you." After hearing that I laid my head down and felt Ann start to get on the bed when my phone chimed waking me from the dream, it was Ann. A Tryst with Physics It was the day of the first internal exam results. Everyone was visibly nervous and the teachers were doing their best to keep calm in their classes as numerous students went beyond their usual levels of failure, setting records and breaking them within weeks. Shalini was particularly pissed off because of her students. She was the Physics teacher at D.A.S. High and in her few years of teaching; she had never seen a more apathetic group of students then her final year senior high group. The majority of the class had done just about alright, and the usual few had aced their tests. It was just one of the boys in particular that tested her patience today. Out of the paper that held a total of 50 marks, he had answered one question- just that one question, but to his credit he had written that one answer as perfectly as she could have wished for. The culprit was Michael, an incorrigible boy of such attitude that it was impossible to say something to him without encountering some sort of flawlessly logical argument in response that would make anyone think twice about arguing further. There was no doubt about his intelligence; he was above average- some would say of genius level too. He did extremely well in his language classes and the staff room would pass around his English answer paper because he had a habit of using the essays to write stories that ran on from one test to another. It was like waiting for a new issue of their favourite magazine. However, his dipping grades in the other classes were a worrying story- especially when Shalini was so desperate for him to pass. If there was one student among the hundreds she taught each day that she could choose to pass, it would be him. Shalini sighed to herself thinking about him as she walked to class that morning. He was certainly charming, with his rebellious attitude and long locks; she still remembered the day he and the headmaster had a shouting row because he wouldn't get a haircut. Michael had gone storming to the Principal's office and come back with the support of the school's premier. This incident had made him into somewhat of a heroic figure at the school. All the young boys flocked to him in fan-boy worship and the girls stood afar, stealing glances when they could. Shalini would find herself blushing often when she caught herself stealing furtive glances at her student. The teacher-student barrier is one that is difficult to break and the social taboo around it makes that transition such a difficult one- even at the college level, not to mention the age differences involved at the level she was contemplating it. Yet Shalini found herself fantasizing about the young man too many times for her own comfort. She was rather young for a teacher- at 25 she already had a PhD and was planning on taking a break from teaching the next year to concentrate on her next paper. Michael was more than attractive; with his long dark hair always falling about his face, framing those dark intelligent eyes that were full of confidence, he was certainly a charmer for his age. She imagined what he looked like with his shirt off. Once she had stolen a glance at him when he was changing before a game of football. He wasn't particularly muscular but there was a certain grace to his figure that made her want him desperately. Shalini stopped short and walked back to her class, she had missed it in her dreamlike state. The fantasies were getting far too frequent and engrossing to push away as idle fancies. She realized she had to have him or this thought would torment her to the point of insanity. As she walked into class, the first thing she noticed was Michael's absence. She felt dejected, Shalini had planned on making her move that day and he had chosen such an inopportune day to be absent- again. "He is pushing the limit!!" she whispered to herself as she thought back to the numerous occasions he had absented himself from school- sometimes for such trivial reasons as his video games. If a new game had come out the day before, everyone knew that one seat would be empty that day. "So, which new game's been released this time?" she asked his best friend sitting in the front row. The whole class burst into laughter and Shalini let herself smile. Amrita from the first bench on the girls' side piped up, "Are those answer sheets ours ma'am?" "No," Shalini lied, feeling annoyed at the girl, "I haven't finished correcting them all. You'll get them tomorrow morning if I can't finish them by this hour." For some reason she was holding out on the class for that one boy. It was not unheard of to distribute students' answer sheets in their absence but she had something up her sleeve for Michael and did not want to lose her opportunity to play that card. It was the first hour of the day and she felt in no mood to teach so she asked her class to do whatever they pleased, but to do it silently. "Place your notes and texts on your desks, we don't want people coming in unexpectedly and seeing you lot sitting free." She joked with a grin and there were many nods of approval. Shalini sat scribbling something or the other in her notes as the minutes wore on. Her mind wandered off to last week when a few of her students had their birthdays. It was also Michael's birthday but of course she couldn't say anything. How was a teacher who only taught one subject in that class supposed to know and remember one student's birthday? However, she felt overjoyed when he came walking into the staff room that morning with a box of chocolates. It was a sort of tradition all over the country to distribute chocolates among classmates and friends. Unsurprisingly, Michael's box was larger than most people's. She guessed there would be quite a lot of demands for chocolates on his birthday. Shalini sat at her desk trying her best not to look up at the boy who went first to his English teacher. She felt a girlish annoyance that it wasn't her that her student came to first but to the elderly English teacher. He did eventually reach her desk and smiled as he offered her the box. She was in a capricious mood by now and took the box from him. He stood awkwardly in front of her, waiting for the box to be returned but she merely placed it on her lap and looked at him, "You gave me the chocolates, what's next?" she quipped feeling a little capricious for his having gone to someone else first. "Well, next I tell everyone who asks for a chocolate that you've taken over management of the matter." He said smiling. Shalini couldn't help but laugh and gave back his box of chocolates and asked, "How old are you?" He was visibly surprised at the candid question but replied, "19". Shalini felt a sudden surge inside as her hopes regained a spark of life, but she fought to maintain her composure. "How is it that you're not already in college if you're 18?" she asked him. He took a quick glance at his watch but replied politely, "I lost a year when we shifted house back when I was in the second grade, I also started school late". She grinned at him and joked, "I wonder how fast you are to finish, then. Not too fast, I hope?" He smiled, not getting her innuendo and excused himself. Shalini smiled to herself at the thought that the object of her desire was hers for the taking. She suddenly realized where she was and stopped herself before a giggle escaped her lips. Looking around the class she felt relieved that everyone was too busy to have noticed even if she hadn't caught herself. She checked her watched and noticed there was a full half hour to go before the period was up. She felt bored, "Maybe I should just give up and give out the answer papers anyway?" she wondered to herself and took out the bundle she had under her desk. Amrita and a few of the girls looked up anxiously, but she pretended to finish up the evaluation and found there were a couple of papers she had left out. Relieved to have found something to do, she started her work on the papers but stopped and looked up when she heard rushed footsteps outside. To her surprise she saw Michael standing at the door with a sheepish smile on his face, his long hair tussled and messy. "May I come in ma'am?" he asked, panting slightly. Shalini was overjoyed but couldn't show it. She put on her most serious expression and asked, "Why are you late? Go see the Principal before you come in." He replied, "I've already met him- and the headmaster for that matter- and the class teacher too, if you'd like to know. I would've been here 15 minutes ago if it was only the Principal who wanted explanations. The Principal has excused me but you know the HM." Some girls in the first row giggled. "Alright, come on in," she said without taking her eyes off him. She couldn't help but notice that his shirt was not fully done. She decided to risk it and got up, marching up to him she did his buttons for him, accidentally letting her fingers brush against the little exposed part of his chest, "When you come to class, you make sure you are presentable!" she reprimanded him, "You are sloppy in your dressing, you are poor in your grades and you hardly come to school. Give me one reason I should pass you!" He was taken aback, more from her doing his shirt buttons in the class than the telling off, and couldn't answer immediately. Shalini took the opportunity to continue her telling off of him, "And now when I ask you for an explanation, you have none?" He stuttered and tried to apologize but Shalini was having too much fun to let him off that easily. "I don't want an apology I want to know your reason for being so late." She continued, "Assembly ends at 9.30 am and class starts at 9.40. And here you are half an hour late!" "To be fair I'm only 20 minutes late, it's just 10" he tried to say but Shalini wasn't having it. "Don't give me your jokes; I'm in no mood for it. Go sit down, but I'm not through with you, not by a long shot!" she said, dismissing him. She went to her desk feeling pleased with herself. Taking out the answer sheets, she started giving them out. The class got busy trying to add up their marks to see if they could salvage something or to increase their scores. Meanwhile the few who had done poorly sat either in quiet dignity or utter dismay. One girl was even close to tears, her panicked breathing attracting no little interest from the boys. She had saved Michael's for the last and when she got to it, she held it up for everyone to see. "Now, this is an example of both what you should and should not do. I want everyone in this class to go through this answer paper. Michael, come and collect your paper but pass it around afterwards. You're not going to keep it though; once everyone is done with it, I want it back." She said and handed the paper over to her red faced student. "Our dear eloquent Michael here has answered just one question in this exam, if you don't already know." She told the class with a slight grin playing on her lips, "But to his credit, I must concede that he answered that one question perfectly and I have to award him the full marks for it. That is something none of you have managed. All of you will get that paper photocopied and use it as a reference when studying that particular topic and structure your answers based on his technique. It will certainly spare me having to read 3 page essays for simple answers." Michael was sitting down again with the same grin he had when he came in. "Does nothing faze this guy?" she thought to herself and decided it was time to play her trump card. "Michael," she called, "I'm afraid if you keep this up you will not pass your finals and I'm not going to let you fail my class. That leaves a bad impression on my record. You will attend remedial lessons from me after school. Is that clear?" He opened his mouth to argue but her stern look made it clear that she wasn't offering, much less ordering him. He deflated visibly, making an effort not to groan and Shalini smiled to herself. When the period got over a few minutes later, she asked for the answer paper to be returned to her desk before evening and left. As the day wore on, she began to lose patience. She felt alarmed at her own eagerness to end the day but couldn't do much to control it. At lunch she saw Michael again and he was the same as always, standing outside his classroom on the top floor, eyes fixed on the skyline as if he expected to see something there. He was certainly an interesting person, but she was more interested in other things at the moment. As the final bell rang and school dispersed, Shalini waited in the staff room for him. She couldn't take the waiting for long though and finished packing up her things. Her house was nearby and she could stand there all evening if she wanted to but anxiety made her tense. A soft call from behind startled her and she looked back to see her student standing by the door, backpack slung over his shoulder. "Good, you're here." She said to him, "I almost thought you skipped out and ran home." "I'm not the type to run Ma'am." He replied in an offended tone. "Do we start today or will you set our schedule today so we can start later?" Shalini panicked for a moment, thinking she might have played it too far but quickly regained her composure. "No, we start today. I'll set your schedule at the end of the evening. Come, we'll have tea at my house and start assessing how much work I have to do with you." She walked ahead, feeling her heart race at the thought of what she was about to do. Shalini knew that if her plan failed she'd be out of a job and probably never be able to escape the social stigma that would come with the risk she was going to take. For a moment she panicked and turned to tell him to go home, but somehow tightening her resolve, she instead reprimanded him for falling behind and told him to keep up. Walking towards her house a short distance away she asked Michael, "So why were you late this morning?" He grinned and bowed his head as he walked, "I.. Err.. I Overslept." He said and she stopped in her tracks for a moment, her mouth agape. Of all the replies she was expecting, this was the last. "You.. You overslept? You moron!" she exclaimed. His grin broadened and he replied, "You did ask for the truth." Shalini couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Of all the.. You really are playing it too risky young man." She said to him, "I don't know what your intentions are but I worry about you." He said nothing but continued walking with the same quiet smile on his face. It was a short walk to her place, she told him to have a seat in the living room and busied herself in the kitchen. "Do you know what other students go through to pass their exams? And here you are oversleeping and failing your exams! What have you got to say for yourself?" she asked as she set tea and snacks in front of him. His expression changed to a more serious one as he replied, "These exams aren't really important, you know it just as well as I do. I'm prepared for the finals; I just don't see the point in wasting energy for an internal test that doesn't even affect my final score. The rest of the students are more concerned with keeping up their immaculate image of being high scoring pundits and I just cannot be bothered with the rat race." Shalini was not prepared for this answer and sat staring at him for a few minutes. Michael shifted in his seat, uncomfortable under her gaze. He was visibly nervous at being in his teacher's house but tried to keep his cool. Shalini was enjoying seeing him fidget nervously. She realized she had the upper-hand and the home-ground advantage and decided to make her move. "Alright, if you're so confident I'll test you and if you score high enough, you'll be free to do as you please for the rest of the year. If you fail, however, I will drill you as hard as any instructor could. Be warned." She said to him. "Get your books out while I go change." She went into her room and conveniently forgot to lock the door, merely leaving it ajar. She couldn't resist the temptation. He was sitting right outside and her body was so tense. She slipped out of her sari and stripped completely naked. Sitting down on her bed she gently placed her palm over her pussy and pressed hard at it. The wetness she felt made her even hornier. She enjoyed the torture that her body was going through, convincing herself that it would soon be satisfied, she took her hand away with some effort, then put on an evening gown and arranged her hair. When she walked out, Shalini noticed that Michael seemed rather uncomfortable and decided that the evening was going to be a lot more enjoyable than she expected. She sat close to him and took his note and pen from his hands, making sure he felt her warm hands as she took them. Her gown was made of a silky, thin material of pearly white colour and she knew it would show off her body just right while not making it obvious. These "nighties" were very common where she lived and almost had the unofficial status of national attire. She quickly jotted down a few of the harder questions that popped into her head. It was getting hard for her to concentrate when he was sitting so close. Shalini looked up from the book to notice Michael looking around the room listlessly, with an obviously nervous expression. She touched his shoulder, startling him a bit and giggled as he started. "You look uncomfortable. What's wrong? Finish your tea while I set your test." She smiled reassuringly as he obediently picked up his cup and drank. Shalini went back to the test, finally managing to piece together a series of coherent questions to pass off as a test and handed it to Michael. "I'm taking your backpack away so you can't cheat." She said, picking up the bag, "You have one hour at best but call me if you finish before that. I'll be in the kitchen." She went to her room with the backpack and left it on her drawer, and then she got to work in the kitchen fixing up her dinner. A little more than a half hour later, she heard a call from the living room and checked on her student. He was standing when she entered. "Have you finished?" she asked and he replied, "Yes, I'd like to wash my face. Could you.." she answered before he could finish, "You can use my bathroom- through that door" and pointed at her bedroom door. She looked at the answer paper and was surprised; he really had finished and had got everything correct. She followed him to the bathroom and decided that was the moment she was waiting for. She took a deep breath and entered. The door opened quietly and she noticed Michael standing over the toilet bowl, relieving himself. She thanked her stars for the lucky coincidence and walked in quietly. Reaching him, she quickly crossed to his left and leant against the wall holding his answer paper but made sure she got a good look at his penis as she did so. He was visibly startled and tried to stop but couldn't. "Oh don't be silly, it's not like I don't know what's there." Shalini said and continued, "Finish up; I'll get you something else to wear. Your answers are surprisingly good. Why.." She stopped mid-sentence. He was trying his best to hold back and put his penis back, eyes wide in shock. Shalini gave a dramatic sigh and with a racing heart, reached out and grabbed his hand away, then with the other hand, took hold of his dick and pulled it out. "Finish it! I don't want you messing up my floor." She said in a commanding tone, not letting go of his penis. He gasped and tried to take her hand away but a quick grunt and a slight squeeze on his shaft got the message across to him. He sighed and continued to relieve himself. Shalini felt her pussy grow moist again as the realization of what she was doing hit her. She couldn't help but stroke his shaft gently as she held it. The answer paper lay forgotten on the floor and her attention was focused on her student's face and his thickening member. He was not looking at her but looking away with an expression that was somewhere between surprise, desperation and alarm. Shalini now dropped all pretences and let her hand close around his dick and stroked it back and forth. Michael's breathing grew faster as his shaft throbbed and grew thick under his teacher's attentions. A Tryst with Physics Shalini kept masturbating him, and looked into his eyes with a naughty smile, "Would you like me to finish?" she asked and he turning a brighter shade of red. She leaned in to kiss him, then led him out of the bathroom and brought him to her bed. Moving in closer to his body, she kissed him passionately on the lips. He was obviously new to everything but tried to respond to her ministrations nervously. Shalini was soaking wet now, her gown had grown damp at her crotch and she smiled as she took Michael's hand and placed it between her thighs. His eyes widened as he realized where he was touching her. Gaining his composure he tried his best to pleasure her, rubbing over her wet spot. Shalini gasped as the texture of the soft cloth rubbed against her sensitive pussy. She had been craving his attentions for so long and now that she had it, she was almost frantic with ideas. She undid his shirt buttons and removed it from his torso. Kissing down his face, to his chest, she took in the moment as her lips brushed against his neck and he gasped. His hard cock was throbbing now; the feel of her soft gown against his engorged member was making his muscles tighten as she shifted. Shalini sucked on his nipples and let her hands roam over his body. She let herself explore his naked torso extensively and planted kisses on him as she came lower to his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, she slid his trousers down completely and watched as his chest rose and fell from his heavy breathing. Shalini grabbed his erect shaft and stroked it up and down slowly, and then leaning forward with a seductive look, she kissed the head of his cock, making her student shudder with delight. She smiled as he groaned softly and then she kissed it again, this time with a more open mouth. Watching his face intently, Shalini slowly took his erection into her mouth. He wasn't too big so she managed to get all of him inside. Coming up, she let her tongue lick his shaft and topped it off with a quick kiss to the tip of his cock. Michael groaned a little louder with that, pushing his pelvis upwards towards Shalini's mouth. She smiled and sucked him more vigorously, enjoying every gasp and groan from the young man as he writhed in pleasure. Michael grew a little bolder and let his hands play with her hair, undoing the clasp that held it up. He gripped her head between his hands and tried to control her motion as he felt his body clench. Shalini felt it and quickened her sucking when suddenly with a long gasp he came in her mouth. She sat up now, and said, "Don't think we're done here yet. You owe me one and you had better get to it now." He seemed a lot bolder now and sat up facing her. Moving closer, he kissed her fully on the mouth and pulled her closer. Shalini moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, while his hands roamed around her back searching for the clasps that held her gown together. When he found them, he was surprisingly quick about undoing them. He let her gown fall to her waist and leant forward, kissing her down her neck to her hard nipples. She shivered and arched her neck backwards as his warm mouth closed around her erect nipple. Michael's actions didn't let on that this was his first time; he carefully sucked on her nipples, alternating between the two as his hands kneaded the free breast each time he switched. Moving up, he kissed her again and leaning into her, made Shalini lay back onto the bed. Her breath came out in short gasps as he slid her gown completely off her body and left her naked. Sliding a finger between her legs, Michael gently rubbed her pussy lips, making her even wetter. Shalini felt her body tense up as Michael pushed another finger into her wet pussy and leant down in search of her clit. Licking at her soaked labia, he made his way higher up the dripping slit and found the hood that kept the treasured bud covered. Flicking it with his tongue he made her gasp as his fingers accidentally brushed against her g-spot. "Right there! Michael, don't stop! Right there!" she moaned, grabbing his head by the long locks and pressing his face into her pussy. Adjusting his face, Michael continued what he was doing a moment ago and felt Shalini convulse under him. He kept rubbing his finger tips against her g-spot and Shalini's moans grew louder. Biting into her pillows so as to muffle her own moans, Shalini wrapped her thighs around her lover's head. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slid his tongue into the small slit, taking in the sweet taste of her pussy. "I want you" she gasped "Now! Take me now!" He looked up at her as she watched him with her half open eyes, gasping for him to give her what she wanted so badly. He kissed his way up her body and poised himself on top of her. Slowly pushing his erect dick into her, he took her half open lips in a deep passionate kiss. Shalini moaned as she felt him enter her; she wrapped her legs around his waist so she could pull him in deeper. He moved his pelvis rhythmically as she let out a few soft moans. Her moaning grew as did his motion as they felt their climax building. Shalini screamed into her pillow as her excitement built itself up to a crescendo and broke upon her. He slowed his movements down as the orgasm slowly ended. Then sleep claimed her. She was woken by a soft kiss a while later. He was lying by her side, watching her intently. "You took me by surprise you know," he said to her, reaching forward and wiping her hair out of her eyes "I wasn't expecting you to make a move just yet." She looked rather surprised at the revelation, "Y-You knew?" "Of course! I'm not blind." He replied with a smile, "You were so obvious.. To me anyway. I have imagined what it would be like ever since I realized it. The reality exceeded my expectations." He stroked her hair and moved closer. "So, what do you say, do I need remedial lessons or not?" The two kissed passionately in silent agreement. This was going to be a great year. A Tryst with Tera Patrick To state the obvious, Tera Patrick is an incredibly beautiful creature, and I own every one of her adult DVD's, and plenty of magazines she appeared in, plus pictures I downloaded from the internet. Fuck I have a Tera Patrick file in... Sorry I'm not letting know in where. So just imagine my excitement when my friend Bradley Scott got us invitations to a Hustler Convention that was taking place in a nearby city. All the top names in the adult film business were going to be there; Jessica Jaymes, Lela Star, Jenna Jameson, and of course Tera Patrick herself. I had spent the entire week trying to focus on my work as my mind went over the thought of seeing Mrs. Patrick (She is married but still does scenes with other actors) live. Every chance I got, I was on the internet and linked to her official site ogling at her naked flesh... Within a long, long month, the day had finally arrived. Brad and I were in the car making the two hour drive to where the show was going to be held. "You pack some condoms?" Brad asked. "Are you insane man, you think we gonna get it on with one of these girls? They get paid thousands of dollars to fuck studs with big pricks, average yahoo's like us don't stand a chance", I replied, I was infatuated, yes, but not fucking crazy. "Hey man, Sunny Leone is going to be there, and if I get the chance, my pale cock is gonna nail her, and I'll fuck her and she'll beg me to shoot her full of my spunk." We carried on our long drive chit chatting for most of the way, stopped for a light lunch then continued driving again. As we approached our destination we could see hundreds of cars parked up ahead, there was also a large banner with 'WELCOME TO HUSTLERS 35th PROMO CONVENTION' written across it in huge red letters. As we came up to the main gate, a huge guy with muscles that rivaled Arnie in his prime came and checked our tickets. "Welcome to the Hustler Promo guys, enjoy your afternoon", he said handing us two cards with different numbers we were to hang around our necks. "What's this?" Brad asked the guy; checking out his tag with the number 359 0n it and handing me mine. "There's a competition running, a number will be drawn and the guy who wears the number wins", he answered, "c'mon guys, lets keep it moving please, you're backing up traffic." Brad put the car in gear and drove in looking for parking. "What do you think the competition is about?" I asked. "Shit, how the hell should I know?" Brad smirked, "hey, unless it's that I get to bang Sunny Leone, I really don't give a fuck." "Probably some kind of hamper, or life time subscription to Hustler, or shit like that", I said, more to myself than to Brad. Brad parked the car and we got out and walked into the convention hall. The place was packed with a million people, well not really, but still, there were a lot of people (guys). In between the crowd were plenty of girls walking around, some topless, others fully nude. There were also plenty of bouncers the size of 'He-man' from the entrance, all packing 9mm Beretta's, their stern look warning that all we could do was look at the girls. From over the speaker system came the booming and familiar voice that I knew I knew from somewhere, I turned to look at the platform to see actor Woody Haralson greeting the audience. "Greetings, hi, hi, how you all doing. Welcome to Hustlers 35th annual convention..." "You guys know me, I'm Woody Haralson, and as you might know, I played Larry Flynt a few years ago in The People vs. Larry Flynt, so these big shots at Hustler thought it be cool if I could host there little shindig..." "You know I was like, what me, no man, I'm too good for that, I got morals and shit..." The crowd was bursting at the seams, obviously entertained by the designated host of the days invents. "No, hey, seriously though, I was honored to be asked to host this event, I mean I know the 'people'", he made the gesture in the air with two fingers, "they all saying Hustler is garbage and that it corrupts the minds and hearts, and the morality of America, but hey, we happy to show the violence, but the beauty of the female form we can't show? C'mon, guys..." "WTF, WT, fucking F, man?" The crowd cheered at the logic that I recognized from the movie he mentioned, and started applauding. "Hey, but, c'mon, you guys are not here to hear me blabbing with my bullshit right? You're here to see the hot ladies, am I right?" The centre exploded in a ruckus of cheers, whistles and clapping. Everyone yelling the name of the adult star they wanted to see most. Music blared as the modals made their way on stage. First Jenna Jameson, followed by Tawny Roberts and Sunny Leone, all dressed in matching white tank tops with the Hustler logo in red on them, which sat above their navels and red G-strings. Brad went ecstatic putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly then screaming out Sunny's name. The girls did a routine that saw them performing a little strip dancing act that was hot as hell, as they lost the items of clothing they thru it out into the crowd, and hey look, I like pussy as much as the next guy, but pushing my nose in the ladies knickers in view of everyone, c'mon man! Naked and exposed the girls swayed and moved their bodies to the lively music, touching themselves then each other in all the right places, their expressions making it hard to tell whether they were enjoying it or whether it was all part of the show; shit it wasn't like I cared, I mean fuck, I was horny as hell, my hard-on straining against the fabric of my briefs. After the music ended the girls blew kisses as they walked off the stage, and Woody came back on applauding. "Man, them girls are hot right?" More applauds. "But you know, ever so often a star comes along who really makes you turn and go wow..." "Now this modal is way more than just a beautiful face, she is a University graduate with a degree in microbiology, and was a modal for the fabulous Ford Agency. Coming into the adult industry, her striking Thai looks, and enthusiastic performance with her partners shot her to stardom and now, she owns her very own production company, Teravision Inc." "Gentlemen, and our few ladies out there, I give you the delectable and exotic porn queen, Tera Patrick." I think I may have been making the most noise as Tera walked on stage in the flesh, dressed in a tight fitting blue leather skirt that hugged all the right curves, and a pair of see-through slip on high-heel sandals. Behind Tera on the big HD LCD screen were clips of various movies she had acted in, showing her do what she does best. She walked over to Woody Haralson and pecked him on the cheek as she took the mike from him, and we all whistled as he reached around and squeezed her scrumptious ass, Tera smiled and gave him a full on wet French kiss, reaching down and massaging and cupping his crotch. She then turned to the audience... "Hey, how's everyone doing?" the sex-goddess greeted, "It's so great to be here as the guest of honor at the 35th Hustler Promo Convention..." "I just want to give a shout out of thanks to Jenna, Tawny and Sunny; don't you guys think that was hot?" Again the convention center thundered in applause and cheers. "Yeah, awesome", Tera smiled, "god you guys are so great, I just wanna open by thanking you all for the monster support you give both me and Teravision, it means so, so much. Now I know I haven't really been in front of the camera recently cause I've been so busy with the producing side of things, and a lot of people are hitting my website asking me to perform..." "But please don't worry, I'm looking into doing another InTeravctive movie, as well as a second sequel to Reign of Tera", Tera had to stop talking because of all the noise, "plus", still too much noise... "Plus we're looking to give out a special prize here today by means of a raffle draw with a number corresponding to one that one of you gentlemen out there are wearing. Now we're not going into that right now, right now we're gonna invite my good friend Jessica on stage..." "Every one give it up for Jessica Jaymes." The noise went through the roof again as the sexy and busty, Jessica Jaymes walked on stage in the stars and stripes bikini she wore in one of her Hustler shoots; the big screen again showing clips of her sucking and fucking in high def. She walked up to Tera kissing her on the lips as she sat down on the high chair that was on stage, Tera sitting next to her. "Hey Jessica, how you doing today?" Tera asked her. "Hey, I'm great, even better for being here." "Why don't you tell everyone why you appreciate being invited here to the Hustler Promo?" "Exposure", Jessica Jaymes said simply, "Hustler is the premier adult entertainment media, and to be asked to appear at the Promo is great for my career..." "Add to that the chance to meet some of my fans, and of course get ample opportunity to fuck." "Humm", Tera smiled crossing her legs on the seat she had taken, "I heard the groans of the guys from here; I bet they really wanna see you fuck." "Great, the sooner the better, the harder the wetter," Jessica growled sexily, and Tera smiled as she looked behind her at the man who walked on stage. He was the typical buff handsome woodman (a woodman is a term in the porn industry for the guys who fuck the girls, in case you were wondering). Behind him was a cameraman who followed. Jessica Jaymes meanwhile had moved to a white leather sofa and sat down. The man walked up to Jessica and bent over her on the sofa on the stage and started kissing her plunging his tongue down her throat, the enthusiastic slut more than willing to suck on his tongue. Everything that was happening was being projected on the big screen as the guy with the camera recorded the action; it was a scene from a blue movie being shot right in front of us. At this particular time the camera man had zoomed into Jessica's hand running over her bikini bottom before slipping in and pulling the thin cloth over her crotch exposing her cute pink pussy. Her fingers were working in and out of her cunt, as she warmed herself up for the action. Tera had got up and moved to the woodman and started pulling off his pants and his boxers, his huge circumcised cock springing free. Tera reached around his waist and gripped his dick and brushed it over Jessica Jaymes' soft folds, making her moan as the man kissed her neck; everything being displayed in crystal clear HD glory on the screen. I bit back a groan as Jessica yelled out as the man pushed into her right in front of us and started rocking her body with hard strokes. Tera sat on the seat next to Jessica and spread her own legs, the camera showing that she had no panties on. She started running her middle finger over her clit, and pushing her forefinger inside herself and moaning like an over-sexed whore as she watched the woodman banging the hell out of Jessica Jaymes. I didn't know about everyone else in the center, but my cock was throbbing as I watched the live porn show in front of me, my hands growing clammy as the clear screen showed just how wet Jessica was getting as the thick pale cock slid in and out of her hot cunt. Tera put her hand on the mans waist and he pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy, Jessica sucking her finger as she watched the dick pull out of her. Tera gripped his cock and pumped it slowly, then rubbed it over Jessica's pussy again before she bent over and sucked on his tip then swallowed his meat. She moaned as she sucked the guy off then pulled him out of her mouth and positioned him at Jessica Jaymes' slit again. He pushed inside her and started to roughly fuck her again, her legs riding up his waist as she was banged in public. Tera kept her fingering in stride with brutal fucking Jessica was receiving, and every now and then she would pull the woodman's cock out and give it a few sucks and licks. After roughly ten minutes the man's thrusts started getting erratic and Jessica was screaming bloody murder. He pulled his cock out of her, and Tera peeled off Jessica's bikini bra exposing her voluptuous silicone filled tits, and then stroked the guy's dick over them. He groaned as his hips jerked twice as he exploded over her melons coating a large portion of them in his creamy seed, one string even reaching her chin. He bent down and made out with Jessica Jaymes after which he stuck his tongue into Tera's mouth as well. Tera fixed her tight skirt and got up urging the crowd to give a round of applause as Jessica used a few tissues to wipe the mess off her boobs, and fix her clothing. "Oh my god that was so much fun," Tera said with a huge smile on her face. Jessica stood up next to her, "yeah, I really enjoyed that, why don't you guys give Eric Rogers a hand", she said gesturing to the woodman who was walking off the stage. The crowd applauded, but not as enthusiastically as before, the viewing we had just had left us rather uncomfortable in the groin region. "Alright, alright, alright", said Woody Haralson as he came up from back stage, I would wager my entire year's salary that he got a blowjob or something back there, "You guys have got to agree that these ladies are really amazing..." "Let's give Jessica Jaymes another hand." The crowd did just that as Jessica made her way off the stage. "So Tera", Woody said looking at her, "I think it's about that time." "You know Woody; I think you're right..." "Folks it's time to call out the number of our lucky audience member, and to do this I'd like to welcome on stage the love of my life, my husband..." Spyder Jonez, aka Evan Seinfeld." The big and heavily tattooed man walked on stage in biker gear and a bandana over his bald head. He walked over to Woody and shook his hand then hugged and open-mouth kissed his porn star wife. "Hey everyone, like everyone said its great to be here at the Hustler Promo, and I'm here to announce the winner of the raffle, so let's not fuck around huh..." He pulled an envelope out of his leather waistcoat, "and the winner is number..." "360." The audience all shuffled trying to see who wore the lucky number; meanwhile I was staring at the number 360 around my neck. "Fuck dude, it's you", Brad said bringing me back to reality. "360", Spyder repeated, who has 360?" "Over here, here's the guy", the due next to me yelled, pointing his finger at me from above my head. The bouncers proceeded to push the crowd away from me, including Brad, and escorting me to the platform. I walked up on stage toward Spyder, Woody and Tera, my own image on the big screen very imposing. "Hey man", said Woody Haralson putting his arm around my neck and positioning me in front of the crowd, "why don't you let everyone know your name." "E-hum, James", I stammered, "James McDonald." "Well James McDonald, you are one lucky son uffa bitch, you know that, Mr. Jonez, why don't you tell my friend, James here what he's won." "Well first and foremost, he got himself the complete selection of my wife's movies on blue-ray, newly released in HD along with an HD screen like the one here behind us to watch it on..." "He also got himself a lifetime free subscription to her official site ClubTera.com once he's logged on with his details..." "Plus, his won a lifetime subscription to Hustler." "Wow, Spyder that is cool", said Woody, "What do you think of that James?" "It's awesome", it's all I could say, I was still delirious. "But, wait", Woody said raising his hand, "this is a Hustler Promo convention man, surely that ain't it." "Oh no Woody, that's just the build up to the real prize", Tera said cutting in. "In a few minutes, James is gonna come with me to this room back stage..." On the screen appeared a room decorated in red, with a bed in the shape of a heart. "And James is gonna have the opportunity of a lifetime, with my husbands consent, his gonna have the chance of fucking me." There was a shuffling in the crowd as Tera said the words, words that were ringing in my ears, had Tera Patrick just said I was going to get to have sex with her? "Of course we gotta be safe first", Evan Seinfeld said, "so James has to cooperate in a little blood test first to make sure he doesn't have Aids or any other S.T.D's." "Alright, so James is gonna go back stage with a few of our doctors to have an aids test and Tera will be joining him; meantime the rest of us will continue enjoying the show as Holly Sampson, you guys may remember her as Emmanuel in the soft porn series, she'll be having a little girl on girl action with Silvia Saint." "And a little later Jenna Jameson will be back on to get herself off with a dildo for your enjoyment..." Woody Haralson's voice was drown out as I followed Tera and the officials back stage. We walked to the back where people were running around working behind the scenes. I saw Jessica Jaymes disappear into a dressing room, her hair tussled and her body wet; I guess she had taken a shower after her tryst on stage. A short blonde woman walked up to Tera and gave her a bottle of water, and some make-up guys applied powder on her face as we made our way through the crowd. "This way Mr. McDonald", said one of the officials ushering me the opposite direction from where Tera Patrick was going, "Ms. Patrick will meet you later, if you pass the test of course." We entered a room with an African American man standing over a few medical syringes. He just walked up to me strapped my arm inserted the needle and drew a vile of blood. "We will have the result in five minutes sir, you can wait outside", he told me. I sat outside the room twiddling my fingers as I waited for the result of the test. Boy was I nervous and I have to admit, part of me was expecting to wake up, so I did what I saw them doing in cartoons, I pinched myself on the leg, and yip, it hurt. On queue five minutes after the test the doctor came out, "Well Mr. McDonald you are fine, I'll pass this information on to Ms. Patrick's Lawyers. You may follow this lady to wherever you need to be." Tera Patrick's stout yet well built little blonde assistant was beautiful in her own right, but it was more of a schoolgirl cuteness than gorgeous beauty. She walked briskly through the many people that were busy working to make the convention a success. I followed closely behind her getting whiffs of the expensive perfume she wore, my eyes glued to her tight firm round ass. "Tera would have gotten the information and will be going to the showroom in a couple of moments so she should be there when we arrive", she was saying, she had been constantly fiddling on her Blackberry the entire time, "do you have any questions?" "E-hum, no", I was battling to get a grip on everything. We got to the room and a huge black guy was standing in front of it, he had a clipboard in his hand that he handed to the woman. "Thanks Tyler, Tera in there already?" "Yip." He seemed to be a man of few words. The assistant handed me the clipboard, "Please sign at the bottom." "What is it?" I asked looking over the form. "Indemnity form, you know so that we can protect Tera from the legal ramifications of having sex with someone who is not in the industry, it also states that you cannot ask for money for what you will be doing, you know should it appear on Smutload or Youtube." I took the form and held it against the wall signing it then handed it back to the short blonde. "Thank you Mr. McDonald, you may go inside now", she smiled politely. I took a huge breath as the bouncer stepped away from the door and opened it for me. I was about to walk in when something the assistant said hit like a ton of bricks, "excuse me, but what exactly did you mean by showroom?" A Tryst with Tera Patrick The blonde turned back to me, a puzzled look on her face, "there are about thirty hidden camera's covering every inch of the room in there, the recording will be displayed on the big screen on stage as well as fed to pay-per-view TV porn channels." All at once my body went into a cold sweat; I wasn't a fucking exhibitionist! "Are you okay Mr. McDonald?" the blonde assistant asked me, "You look a bit pale." She came up to me and rubbed my shoulder assuringly then said, "Look at it his way, when you're at home watching porn, do you focus on the woodman?" "I guess not", I stammered. "Exactly, the guys want to see Tera, you just go in there and have a ball", she winked. The room smelled of a strong fragrance that I couldn't place, and as I walked in I tried to find the hidden cameras without any luck. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Tera sitting on the heart shaped be. She was smiling at me, wearing nothing but a skimpy satin robe and red lingerie. "Hi", she greeted me. "Hi", I gulped. "Why so nervous? Why don't you come sit down here next to me", she said patting the bed gesturing me to come over. I walked over and sat next to her my leg touching hers; my god she smelt amazing. "You probably heard about the feeds to the many viewers. I don't want you to worry about that", she said, whispering the words into my ear, "all I wan you to think about is being inside me, putting your hard cock in me and fucking me", she placed light kisses on my neck, concentrate on making me cum." My cock was rock hard in my trousers, pressing so hard against my briefs it hurt. Tera continued seducing me with her feminine wiles, kissing and brushing her lips over my neck. Her hand went down and rubbed my ragging boner through my pants and I groaned. "Think of it this way", she whispered, "You're gonna live out the fantasy of a billion men around the world." She then proceeded to unzip my pants and yank out my cock, free from its confines my dick sprang out into her hand. Now I knew for a fact I wasn't as thick or as big as the guys she fucked everyday, but she didn't seem to mind. She bent over my lap and ran her tongue over my cock head lathering it with her spit. She then looked up at me and smiled again as she curled her long hair round her ear then went down on me again. She swallowed my cock and slowly started bobbing her head up and down tasting the length of my smooth rod. I looked up at the cream painted ceiling moaning as the incredible feeling of Tera going to work on my cock sent unbelievable sparks through my body; she was truly a professional, knowing just how to work. Tera ran her tongue over the underside of my cock as she jerked me off with one hand, the other unbuttoning my pants. I helped her, tugging my pants down and pulling the kicking them off along with my shoes. Tera took my cock into her mouth again and continued running her lips up and down it her tongue slurring around as she worked, she was making the most erotic moans I ever heard, moans I only ever heard while watching her movies, never in my wildest dreams did I think the queen of porn would be between my legs giving me head. Tera ripped her lips from my dick swallowing the dangling trail of spit that clung to her bottom lip and my cock head. She licked her lips seductively as she looked up at me while still slowly pumping her fist over my erect penis. "Looks like you're hard enough now, don't you think?" she purred. "Yeah", I smiled back, energized and ready, my cock aching in anticipation as she continued her handjob. I was way too horny to be nervous anymore, all I knew was that I needed to put my ragging schlong inside her tight pussy, and now! Tera got to her feet and shrugged off her robe. She then made quick work of her bra, tossing it on the floor. I had seen her breasts many times, but they looked O so much better in real life, they were large, the result of a professional boob job that had taken her from a to a 32C 36DD, her nipples, cute little stubs, and her areolas that were slightly darker than her skin complexion, all unbelievably hot. She then bent at her waist and pulled off her panties revealing her most private of parts (Well not really considering a million people had seen it), her shaven little pussy. The thin slit was slightly damp and at this point I didn't know whether it was from the action she had, had earlier with Jessica Jaymes, or if she was really getting hot for me. I decided I didn't care right now. Tera smiled again as she got onto me as I sat on the edge of the bed, throwing her leg over me and kneeling over my lap. She sat down on my lap the underside of my cock pressing against her sex, then placed her lips over mine and started making out with me. Her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth as she moved her lips around opening it then closing it to suck on my tongue. Fuck I groaned as she started to grind her pussy against my cock as we kissed. Everything about this woman exuded sexuality and one thing was for damn sure, she put everything in when she was having sex. She broke the kiss and for the moment just continued thrusting her pussy against my erection and I could feel how wet she was making it. Just then a thought occurred to me, one that I hoped to god wasn't true, "Tera, please tell me you're not just gonna pretend to fuck me?" "Her eyes fluttered open as she looked down at me, the expression that flashed across her face was one of insult, as if I had questioned her loyalty as a pornographic performer, but it was only there for a moment, as if she understood why I would question her wanting to do it with me. She smiled again as she lifted her sexy body up again and gripped my cock, pumping it a few times, "I was just getting us nice and moist baby, if your cock is lubricated it goes in better." Yeah, she was definitely a pro I thought to myself. "Are we gonna use protection?" I asked, not sure if she wanted to go skin-on-skin, I had heard that since some adult performers had HIV/Aids a lot of them were using rubbers. "You were checked and passed." Don't worry so much, I know what I'm doing, honest", she winked playfully. She then ran the tip of my cock against her soft pussy folds then sat down, her cunt swallowing my tip then stretching as she eased her way down my length. "Fuck", I groaned, she was a bit tight as I pushed into her initially, but quickly loosened up a bit as she pushed her hips down. She felt amazing inside, a wet warm glove that livened up my cock with pleasurable sparks of erotic bliss. Tera started thrust herself up and down as she got half my cock inside her, pulling slightly up then pushing herself further down. Within a minute she was sitting on me with my cock nestled snugly inside her wet cunt. She was holding still, feeling my throbs pulse inside her. Whether or not she was enjoying this as much as I was, I didn't know, after all she had a cock inside her on a regular basis, fuck, she had more sex then I would my entire life. Tera opened her eyes and looked at me, "you feel so good inside me baby, you want me to go slowly, or do you want it rough?" "Whatever's good for you is good for me", I responded, smiling at her, trying to pretend that it I was able to handle her energy. Tera smiled then started moving, she took both my hands and put it on her butt as she lifted herself up allowing my cock to slide out of her a little then sank back down. I gripped the firm flesh of her ass helping her as she slowly started riding my cock. I could feel the smooth damp walls inside her pussy as it massaged my cock as she thrust her hips slowly into mine. "Let's take it slow for now, enjoy the feeling of fucking", she said as she moved. I could feel my cock slip deeper inside her she moved on top of me, her pussy muscles loosening as her labia curled around my cock. Every thrust of her hips was amazing, the feeling of sheer ecstasy enveloping me. I opened my eyes and looked up at Tera; her mouth was pursed as she took quick breaths as she rode me slowly, her eyes closed. Her face was one of concentration as she moved, guiding her hot snatch over my cock. I moved my hands from her ass, one sliding up her to cup the back of her neck, the other resting on her lower back. Tera fell back into my hands using them to steady herself as she started riding me a little bit faster. Her jaw was clenched as she fucked me and she was starting to moan softly. I moved up and closed my mouth over her left tit, the little stub that was hr nipple feeling like a little pebble under my tongue as I flicked it. "Yess, oh, that feels great..." "You feel so good inside me." I decided that I had to try and make Tera enjoy this as much as I was, so I moved my hand to where we were so intimately joined and rubbed my thumb over her clit. She shook then immediately responded by swallowing my cock inside her for a second then starting to grind faster into me. "FUCK TERA", I groaned, as she gripped my shoulders and started bouncing wildly on my cock. I let go of the back of her neck and gripped her waist as she went buck wild on top of me, riding me like I was a prized stallion and she was the best jockey in the world. My thumb was still rubbing her clit and I could feel how wet she was getting, my dick becoming increasingly moist as she slid her tight cunt up and down it. "Oh, ohh, ohh. Oh my g-fuck", Tera's voice grew horse as she threw her head back and rocked her body on my cock. I held on to her as she worked, my face scrunched as sweat built on my brow, my cock staring to throb as her warm, wet cunt drove over it. "Fuck, Tera, you, feel so fucking good", I yelled. Tera again pressed her hips down taking my aching cock completely inside her. She looked into my eyes as she twirled her waist in circles, smiling as I grit my teeth. "How does that feel baby?" she moaned, teasing me in a sluttish voice, "you want to fuck me now, want me to be at the bottom, pound this", she thrust once, and I breathed out, "hard cock into my hot pussy?" She got up my dick sliding out of her and knelt on all fours on the bed. Her ass was in front of me and her pussy glistened between her legs. I couldn't help myself, I bent forward and covered her soaked pussy with my mouth and pressed my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her body shook and she gave out a long contented moan. "That feels so good, fuck, so, fucking dirty", she was saying. I lapped my tongue over her pussy lips stopping to use my tip to dart at her clit. All the attention getting her warmer and wetter, her excretions dripping into my mouth. When I removed my mouth from her delicious cunt it was damp with her juices. I positioned myself behind her and put my cock back at her slit. I moved forward bending over her back and pressed my mouth against hers. Tera wasn't interested in making out, instead she used her tongue to lick all her juices off my mouth. I pushed forward and she moaned as my dick slid inside her. She was retched open, so it was easier for me to bury my cock inside her, my balls brushing against her clit. I didn't know how long I would last so I quickly started drilling her from behind, huffing as I thrust y cock in and out of her pussy. Tera bent down and buried her head into the bed as I rocked her clammy body with long hard thrusts. Her pussy was clamping around my cock and I didn't know whether it was a signal that she was going to cum. I knew that I was gonna blow any minute, but I kept up the pace driving my meat in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could. Tera's moans and cursing filled the little room as we fucked, I could feel her fingers each time I drove into her, she was fiddling with her clit. "Oh god I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that", Tera held. I did just that, plowing my cock into her slick pussy over and over again. Soon I felt my balls begin to ache. "I'm gonna cum Tera, I'm pulling out. "No, in me", Tera begged, "I want to feel your spunk inside me." I bent over Tera breathing into her ear as I slowed down, thrusting in and out of her a lot slower than before. My cock throbbed painfully as my load built. I heaved inside her one more time then held there. "SHIT!" I roared as I let go, my come gushing inside the gorgeous Tera Patrick's slick cunt. Her hour-glass shaped body shuddered against me as her pussy clamped around my cock and milked it of every drop of sperm I could shoot into her. I pulled out of her and fell on the bed then shivered as I felt her mouth wrap around my cock she sucked and licked my dick clean before coming up and kissing in my neck then pushing her tongue into my mouth. "You were great", she smiled, "I'll be honest I did this for a promo for Teravision last month but I didn't cum when I fucked that guy." I smiled, I was sure se had told him something similar. We stayed on the bed for about ten minutes catching our breaths before Tera got up and started getting dressed; I took this as my queue and fixed my clothes. "I have to be on stage again soon", Tera said coming and pecking me on the cheek, "wait here for the officials to come and get you, they'll help you get your prizes." Tera walked to the door and opened it, she turned back to me, "I really did enjoy this", she winked, and then left the room. Well as she said I got the rest of my prizes and then went and enjoyed the rest of the convention. On the ride home Brad wanted to know all about my sex romp but I remained quiet, I did it because I could... ...Because I was the lucky bastard who got to fuck Tera Patrick. THE END