0 comments/ 119562 views/ 5 favorites Food For Thought By: ACigarNTat2z A good friend of mine referred me to this great Italian restaurant in a city about 3 hours from where I lived. I asked him, "What the hell makes this place so special that I would be willing to drive 3 hours?" He told me the service was worth the trip alone, and the food was even better. I took some time to think it over and a few days later I called to make a reservation. The person on the phone asked my age, and if I preferred smoking, non-smoking, or the cigar lounge. I wondered what the age question was all about and she said that there was a minimum age limit for their restaurant, which I was able to meet. I then told her I wanted to be seated in the cigar lounge for cocktails, but non-smoking while I ate. She then asked if I would like a private table or a table near the windows, which overlook the city (the restaurant I found out is in the heart of the city, and is on the 10th floor!). I was amazed at all of this, considering my friend never mentioned any of this. I was beginning to wonder how much this damn food was going to cost me if there was all this fuss about seating arrangements. The lady then began asking me questions about what I would like to eat. Now keep in mind I was making reservations for about 2 weeks or so later, and she is already taking my order! I explained I had never eaten there obviously, and I wasn't sure what there was, let alone what I wanted. She kind of giggled and told me no problem, that is what she is there for, to get me situated so when I arrive I will have the ultimate dining experience from start to finish. I slowly relaxed and thought wow no wonder he said the service was worth it alone. I went along with her and I ordered an appetizer, which was a bowl of fresh clam chowder, my entrée was the filet mignon with lobster tails, a vegetable, my dessert was a chocolate raspberry tart with fresh raspberries to accent with chocolate drizzled all over it. Not a bad little meal I thought. Now my next fear was the cost. Fortunately it wasn't too bad, only $150.00 for the meal, cigars, cocktails, and tip all included in the flat rate. I was told it was the same price regardless of steak, or hamburger meat. Glad I ordered the good stuff I told her and we both laughed. I thanked her for her time, asked her name, which she told me, was Olivia, and hung up. When I hung up the phone I was in a daze over making a 150-dollar dinner reservation, and that I was going alone! "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Now what the hell I am going to do? Cough up another buck-fifty for a date?" I quickly called Olivia back and asked if there was an additional charge for a second guest, which is if I could find one. She sighed kind of sweetly and said no the charge covered parties of up to 4 so bring anyone I desired. She suggested that if things didn't work out as far as finding a dinner guest that the cigar lounge was usually well "stocked" with ladies as long as I didn't find 40-60-something, cigar-smoking women unattractive. I felt a stirring in my jeans at that moment. I stammered out that no, in fact I would most likely show up alone if that were the case. We both laughed and hung up. The next morning I went downtown to pick out a new outfit for my night out. I got it all. The shirt, tie, jacket, slacks, shoes, even matching socks that corresponded with the tie and jacket. It was the morning of my dinner out of town experience and I decided to go all out (especially since I was shooting away 150 bucks for my dinner alone.), and get a fresh haircut, shave, and manicure. Now I am a blue collared kind of guy, and to me this was the most extravagant thing I had ever done. I figured we only live once and try something overzealous and live a little. "Holy shit!" is all I could say when I arrived in front of this museum-esque building. I got out of my car and gave the keys to the valet and handed him a ten-dollar bill. He thanked me, and said, "Mr. Smith, you will be going in the foyer and turning right and taking the elevator marked C1C." "Alright," I said and went in and followed his instructions. Now the outside looked like it cost a couple of countries worth of national debts to fix this place up, but inside was very modest and comfortable. Once I got up to the restaurant I approached the Hostess and asked if she was Olivia, and she told me Olivia was off for the evening. She introduced herself as Natalie and escorted me to the cigar lounge. Natalie told me it would be about 30-45 minutes before my dinner would be ready so to relax and enjoy myself while I waited. As I was strolling around the lounge checking out the décor I noticed an attractive lady sitting on a leather couch in the back of the room reading a novel of some sort. She was short in stature, probably in her late forties. She had a silver mane like I've never seen before on a woman, which came down and rested on her very full-sized breasts. It shimmered from the soft lilac lighting in the lounge. She wore glasses that I thought made her astounding to look at. She wore a full-length dinner dress that was showing plenty of her attributes in all the right places. Her neckline was exposed to show off a soft set of pearls, and the slit on her dress went up to almost her hip it seemed. I could see the hemline on her thigh high stockings. Her thick legs looked delicious. For a full-figured woman she was breathtaking. Her makeup was sensual, and those full pouty lips were as crimson as they could be. They had a glisten to them that would blind you if in the light. I approached the bar and asked the waiter to fix me a 7&7 double, and if he could tell me what the lady in the corner was having that I would like one of those, too. He told me that she was drinking a glass of Chablis from 1972. He served the drinks and I walked over to the couch area, and excused myself and handed her the Chablis. She looked up at me over her glasses and smiled, then thanked me. She was kind of quiet and reserved. I looked over to see a fabulous selection of cigar burning in the ashtray next to her and asked if she cared that I sit and join her. She graciously slid over slightly and I accompanied her. Before I could get settled, I decided to go ahead and make a selection for a cigar. I apologized for my nervousness, and when she giggled I knew who she was instantly. "Olivia?" I asked. "Yes, Mr Smith it's me.' I hope you don't find this to be inappropriate, but when you told me you would be coming alone, I called Jack (our mutual friend who told me of the place) and asked a few things about you." My jaw was in the floor at this point. "Um, no why would I find this inappropriate, and if I may ask; what exactly did you two talk about?" "Oh a little of this and a little of that." She said with a devilish grin in her eyes. I told her to call me James, and that I would be right back, I needed a cigar. Before I got up from the couch she placed her hand on my arm and asked me to stay seated. She reached into a tabletop humidor next to her and removed a cigar already punched and told me it was for me. This lady did her homework. She knew exactly by brand, ring gauge, and style of cigar that would enjoy smoking. She handed me a Bucanero Maduro wrapped Churchill 50-ring stoagie and followed up with a fancy looking torch lighter that resembled a miniature wine bottle. I told her I was not used to a lady lighting my cigars; it was usually the other way around. Softly she said that maybe later she would let me light her up. Before the two of us realized it she quickly added that she was referring to her cigar, and to forgive her. The wine was playing naughty with her. I told her no need for forgiveness that either way, I wouldn't mind. We both smiled and took a moment of silence. I asked her what she was reading. She told me just some half-porn romance novel. "I was nervous about seeing if you looked as good as you sounded, and Jack described you to me so I figured if anything didn't go right, I always had my trusty "backup plan"." We laughed hysterically. "Anything Jack tells you about me is a 50-50 deal.' It's usually 50% false, and 50% exaggerated," I told her. Olivia said, "Oh I don't see it that way at all. I think Jack understated you." I could feel myself becoming somewhat embarrassed by her flattery. Olivia was a sweet, soft-spoken lady. I found her company soothing. She was a very intelligent lady who seemed to have a vast knowledge of a lot of different topics. After about 20 or so minutes of more small talk, the Hostess returned to the lounge to tell me my dinner and table were ready, to follow her. I asked Olivia if she would care to join me for dinner. She smiled, and took me by my arm and said she would love to. We were seated in a private corner of the restaurant away from most of the other guests. Four strong burning candles and one soft light bulb overhead illuminated our table. Our waiter brought out the appetizer and a wine list to see what, if any wine we would like to have with our meal. I was embarrassed and asked Olivia to make a recommendation, as I was not real versed in wines. She suggested a bottle of what she was currently engaged in, and so it was ordered. As the meal progressed we began to learn a little bit more about one another, but on a more personal level. Olivia told me she was proud to admit to being a 49-year-old woman, who had never married or had children. She enjoyed living in the city because there was so much to do in the city, and she couldn't for the life of her leave it. I also learned she not only was the Reservations Manager, but she worked part time at the Museum of Fine Arts, and Culture as an appraiser for the auction department. She then made a joke about how several buyers have tried to place a monetary value on her. I told her that if that was the case, I should probably warn her that I would never be able to afford her after tonight. She blushed and told me if I really wanted her that bad, all I had to do was ask. I looked her dead in her jade green eyes and asked her flat out, " Well then could I ask to keep you company throughout the evening, even after dessert?" The smile and the intense reddening of her face told me she was comfortable with that. She whispered in my ear, "Only if I can be your dessert." I have never tried to eat so fast in all of my life! Olivia slid closer to me at the table and I felt her place her hand on my leg and give it a slight squeeze. She said, "How about skipping the rest of the meal, join me back in the cigar lounge for a quick smoke and maybe a little something extra." The first thought that came to mind was, "Sure, but you'll have to twist my arm a little harder." Her perfume was incredible, and it wasn't until that moment that I felt a surge of sexuality coming from her. When I watched her walking towards the lounge I took a moment to absorb every inch of her fullness. I am guessing about 250-275 pounds on a 5'2" frame (5'5" in her heels). I couldn't help but blurt out, "Outstanding!" She turned and looked at me and asked, "What's outstanding?" My reply was, "You are, from head to toe, and everything in between." She stopped in her tracks waited for me to catch up, and when I did she took me in her arms and pressed her firm, full body to mine, then kissed me like a woman kisses a man on their wedding day. Long fulfilling kisses of passion. Our tongues took their own tour of each other's mouths while we held each other tightly. We broke long enough for her to suggest we grab a couple of smokes, then to follow her. After we made our choices we proceeded to the elevators and she selected number 22. She winked and said, "My apartment is up here. It's one of my perks for the job I do. Instead of a lavish salary, I get a place here in the building." I was impressed, but then I wondered how many other "dates" she had met and entertained before me. As quick as that thought came in, it went out because here I was a 30-year-old guy who has a dating life not worth mentioning walking behind one exquisite full-figured (not to mention very sophisticated) mature lady who would make a blind man see. When we arrived at the 22nd floor, we took a left and walked down the hall to a door with a security guard outside the front and she said, "Hello Paul, I'm in for the night and this is my friend James. He will be staying the night so have the Valet move his car to the garage, and have downstairs bring up another bottle of Seagrams 7, please." "Yes, Ma'am," Paul announced, and was on the phone instantly. Once inside the room we were like savage animals pulling at each other's clothes. If we weren't kissing, we were removing articles of clothing. If we weren't doing that we were grabbing one another. I could really get a sense of her animalistic prowess the minute she released her massive breasts. They were so fucking big, yet they were upright and the nipples were very plump. Her aureoles were as big as my hand for Christ's sake! "Oh yeah" she cried out as I took one of her grape-sized nipples in my mouth. "Yes baby, suck on Livvy's tits. Oh god damn that feels so good." I massaged her other massive boob while chowing down on her nipple. I could feel her freshly manicured nails drag across my waist fumbling with my belt and zipper. Once she dropped my pants, she then dropped to her knees. She placed her face against my lap and inhaled my crotch scent. My cock was aching to be released from its captivity of my boxers. Olivia reached inside and grabbed my hard shaft and looked up at me and smiled from ear to ear. She rolled her tongue across her luscious lips as she took my boxers down and began flicking the pre-cum soaked tip of my cock with her tongue. She cupped my clean-shavened balls while coating my cockhead with her lipstick stained saliva. She worked my shaft up and down feverishly while jacking my balls all over the place. I could feel my nuts getting tighter as she began to suck me for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down wildly as I began spitting one thick shot after another into her mouth, coating her throat with my jism. She slurped and lapped at it as if it were her last time ever. I cried out, "Oh Jesus Christ! Oh yes, eat it all, baby. Eat my cum, it feels so fucking good shooting into your throat." Olivia was a master. She got up from her knees and wrapped her thick arms around me and began feeding me the leftovers of my seed. I thought this was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. She pushed me back onto her couch and told me to light up a smoke while she stripped the remainder of her clothes off. I had a puzzled look on my face thinking, was this it? Was this the end of the sex? It was when she dropped her dress to the floor that I was able to truly appreciate this super-sized Madonna. Her thighs were almost as big as my waist. She was wearing thigh-highed stockings without garters. Her calves were so strong and full looking. I knew this woman would be on all fours tonight. She kicked her dress across the room. She wore an ankle bracelet of several little gold charms. Standing there in just her stockings, heels, bracelet, pearls, and her panties (which had a wet spot the size of her fist in the front), she just looked at me and asked, "See anything you like?" My cock was already hard, and this time I think it got bigger than it normally has in the past. "Well judging by that thick knot between your legs, I'll take that as a yes," She naughtily answered her own question. I told her to walk slowly towards me so I could inspect her nakedness in motion. She took her time stopping after every step to make sure I could take it all in. "Damn, what an incredible sight you are, " I told her. She got to me and straddled my lap, took the cigar from my mouth and took a draw. She inhaled it deeply, blew her smoke in my face and asked if I was still hungry for some dessert. I reached around her and caressed her back and waist in my arms. I could feel her heavy breasts as her nipples stabbed my chest. I took her tongue into my mouth and nibbled on it as I slid my hands down her belly and into the lining of her damp panties. Her musky scent was intoxicating, as the room now smelled of lust and fever. My hands slid the hem of her panties down around her wide hips and looked in amazement at her round (what I like to call the pouch; the part that hangs over the pubic region) tummy as it secretly hid her sterling silver, and very neatly trimmed pussy hair. She only had a star shaped cropping above the top of her channel, and all below was as smooth and clean as glass. Her lips were very defined, and I could see an abundant amount of crème built up in her crease. I knelt down on my hands and knees as I assisted the panties to the floor and lightly with my tongue started at the nape of her neck, and traced little circles all over body down towards the silver mine. I took my time teasing both of her tits. I would flick her nipples and bite with my lips on them. I was driving her crazy as she sighed out loud in a stuttering breath. My hands kept working her large body like kneading fresh dough. I would grab a handful of her massiveness and just grunt in bliss at the feeling of all of her in my control. She squirmed like a little girl when I licked along the underside of her breasts. I continued my way down towards her big belly, still using only my mouth and hands, but never together in the same area. As I was kissing her flesh, I would manipulate her thick thighs with my palms in a spreading fashion. Olivia parted her legs willingly as I progressed further down her body. As I approached near her southern region, I became overwhelmed by her scent, and the feeling of her controlling my head in her hands was absolutely astounding. She cried out, "Please for the love of god, quit teasing and eat Livvy's wet cunny! Run your tongue in my slit, baby. Jam your fingers in my wet pussy while you suck on my big clit!" This sophisticated business executive was now talking like some blue-collar street whore and I loved it! I lightly flicked across her engorged clit (about the size of a peanut M&MÓ) several times and I parted her sticky lips with my thumbs and forefingers while orally massaging her inner desires. She began to gyrate against my face and within 3 or 4 strokes she went into a frenzied rage bellowing out how she was cumming so hard her nipples were hurting from the built up pressure. I am not the greatest of lovers, but I have never had any complaints, either, but this was the first time I've ever had a woman tell me she was cumming so hard her nipples hurt! Once she told me that, I really lapped at her snatch. I ran my sopping wet fingers from her pussy down into the crack of her ass and Olivia groaned aloud for me to shove it in her tight ass. She told me, "I've never had a finger or anything there before but I want you to finger-fuck my ass so bad, baby." Olivia was definitely an experienced lover in some areas, and had no inhibitions at all. She spun underneath me into a sixty-nine position and started to lick my ball sack with intent. I could tell she was close to another climax so I bit down and sucked her nipple-sized clit into my mouth. She screamed and I could feel her hot breath on my balls. Her hands expertly began pumping my hard eight inch cock, as if she wanted me to shoot all over her face, and I had to stop her before I did. I raised up and began kissing her thighs and belly once again allowing us both to regain our composure briefly. I looked underneath myself at her and she was an incredible sight to see. Her hair was all strewn about, her makeup was everywhere except where it was supposed to be, and those lips, ah those plump lips were hardly covered in lipstick as it was all over her face and my crotch. I had Olivia lay on her side as I got behind her in a spoon fitting position. I rubbed her neck and shoulders with one hand while she guided my hard cock in between her thighs, into her honey-spot. "Ahhhh!" I cried out. I slid in as easy as one would expect, especially considering how wet this lady was, but I was not expecting it to be so tight! It felt fucking great! Instantly Olivia said, "Oh yeah, baby that's it shove that big cock in my pussy. Fuck me good and hard James, yeah that's it! Oh God I'm going to, to, to, cummmmmm!" Food For Thought "I am, too sexy, I am toooooooooooooooooooooo!" is all I could muster as I dumped what seemed like a half-gallon of spunk inside Olivia's incredible hole of love. She kept rocking against me asking me to give her more and surprisingly (to me); I maintained a majority of my hard on for this Sex Temptress. I quickened my pace a little just enough to keep the blood flow going in my cock, and that's when Olivia raised up one of her big legs and began rubbing her nub fast and hard. She rubbed herself into a third orgasm and as she spasmed on my cock; I reached behind her and slipped a finger back into her tight little asshole. In one motion I was knuckle deep in her ass while I was ball deep in her pussy. We were drenched in sweat and I told her I would love it if she climbed on top of me and ride me like a horse. When she mounted me she felt so good, heavy and natural. The feeling of a woman of her weight on top of me made me feel so comfortable and so turned on. She reached behind herself and spread apart her massive ass cheeks to allow for more penetration as I kept driving in deeper and deeper. After about 15 minutes of this we both knew what was next. Olivia rolled off me and turned on her hands and knees, exposing both of those magnificent holes for me. I got down and licked between the two entries and tickled her click with a finger while tickling her asshole with another. "James, do you want to fuck my big, fat ass?" Olivia asked. "Oh yes I do", I told her. "Well first, you can pound my tight cunt again from behind, and then when I tell you, I want you to bury that meat in my big ass!" Olivia demanded. I got up from slurping her two holes, and slid my cock along her wet canal making sure to get it good and greased up then I slid in. The heat this lady's pussy possessed was indescribable. It fit me like a glove, a tight glove. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Come on damnit, fuck me like you want to. Fuck me hard and fast!" I shoved my cock so far inside her tight pussy I thought I was going to hit something. I began slamming her with all I had. I took my right hand and drew back, then let it swing as I made a thunderous cracking sound on her firm, full-sized ass! She winced loudly "Holy Jesus how about some warning next time, sugar?" I could only snicker and gave her a matching shot on the other ass cheek. Olivia raised back to me and let me know that she really liked an aggressive man in the bed. I told her, "Just you wait baby, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you will have to call your boss, and take some time off." She laughed and told me, "Honey, I am the boss. This is my restaurant. Now shut up and fuck my fat ass, NOW!" I pulled my cock from one hole, and slid nicely into the other. Her ass was so warm and inviting, I thought I would lose it right there. It wasn't too long before I was ready to let loose what would be my final load of the night. I pulled out of Olivia and howled at the top of my lungs as I coated her red, rotund ass with my last efforts of cum. As I collapsed on the couch next to her she took me in her arms and rested my head against her warm, pillowy flesh, and caressed my head while we shared a cigar together. As we lay there Olivia confessed to me that she was in fact looking for a man who would find her age, and size sexy but was not having any luck despite the business she was in. She had known Jack for years, and he had told her about me, and so the ball began rolling. "James, I hope you are not disappointed in Jack or myself for this whole setup", she whispered. "No, no." I assured her. "On the contrary, I'm glad this whole event came to pass.' I was looking to get away for a few days from the hustle and bustle of my everyday life, and this was a great opportunity to do just that.' I am so glad I decided to come for dinner." Olivia quickly snapped, " I'm glad you came, and came, and came again!" We lost it in laughter. Well that took place about four or five months ago. I wonder if I should ever go back to my town and collect my belongings. Olivia has told me that I didn't need to. She told me that I could stay as long as I wanted, and that she could keep me dressed in a bathrobe, and if I insisted I could wear my boxers. I'll keep you posted if anything new and exciting happens. Food For Thought Chapter 1: her story We're in the bedroom...You ask for me to strip for You...i do it slowly... i want You to enjoy every new part of my body as it's revealed to You... mmmmmm...i watch Your eyes and see a hunger...a desire... You look intense...pleased You tell me..."turn around pet, bend over so I can see your beautiful ass...You are caressing Yourself as You watch me...Oh, my pussy's starting to get wet... You ask me to come to You... You're laying on the bed, nude...as i approach, i feel Your eyes on me... mine on You...You're so hard...so ready... all You tell me is "use only your lips rachel, your mouth, your tongue..." i begin by licking Your lips, running my tongue across Your teeth, finding Your tongue mmmmmm...the taste, the sensation, the excitement... my breasts, barely touching Your chest...just the nipples rubbing ever so lightly making my nipples so hard... nipping, licking and kissing Your neck, Your ears... feeling Your breathing harden feeling your cock harden...feeling Your pleasure... letting my hair trail down Your body to your groin...soft and silky on Your skin feeling Your fingers in my hair...tilting my head up to lightly kiss and tantalize Your cock, Your balls with just my mouth, my lips, my tongue... licking you wet...i want to use my hands... i imagine feeling Your skin...caressing Your ass...i refrain You spread Your legs, a little more...just as my mouth engulfs You completely... as deeply as is possible...swallowing You whole... sliding You easily in and out of my mouth...my tongue pressed against one side of Your shaft as my teeth gently graze alone the other side... feeling You get harder yet...hearing You moan...feeling you tremble... I can't wait to taste your cum...fill my mouth with it... cover me with it...then You do... mmmm... As You sit up...i lick every inch of Your groin clean...You taste delicious! Now...without a word...You have me lay on my back...You want me restrained now...You tie each of my wrists to the corner of the bed...maybe You don't want me to get away! i feel so open...so vulnerable...so wet... Chapter 2 His story With your wrists tied to the corners or the bed and My eyes on you I feel Myself stirring again. But it is not enough... you are smiling with a satisfied look on your face, cheeky, and I feel a need... A need to wipe it from your face... to create instead the look of complete submission... of a desire to please... and... of ecstasy. I leave the room telling you I will be right back. I go to the toy cabinet and stand before its open top rubbing My chin and considering the possibilities. I make My choices and gather them together. Then make a cup of tea and sit down to enjoy it. I think to Myself that making you wait will be good for you. I drain the cup and return to the bedroom where you are still tied. You did not cry out, you knew better than that, but the look on your face tells Me you have been struggling and are no longer in the mood. "I want you to let me go" you say. I smile and place the things I have brought with Me on the bed by your feet. you strain your neck to make them out but it is uncomfortable and your head drops back to the pillow. "Say 'mercy' rachel, and I will let you go right now... but if you do, you will leave this house never to return again... do you understand?" I see your eyes flutter, and you bite your lip. Thoughts coursing through your mind. A barely perceptable "okay" escapes your lips... "Speak up rachel" I demand. "Yes, alright..." you say more clearly. I sit down on the side of the bed and take your left ankle in My hand, caressing your calf, stroking the soft skin of your foot... "rachel, I know you haven't done this before, and I know you are excited," my eyes dart to your pussy, moisture actually dripping from it, "but I want you to know that by the time I have finished with you, you will be Mine, your eyes will be lowered whenever in My presence, you will kneel when I ask you to... you will do anything I say." "i doubt it" you respond. I reach up and grasp your clit between My fingers increasing the pressure quickly.. "what did you say?" "sorry, yes owww... dont it hurts..." "Yes, WHAT?" "yes Sir..." and I release your soft flesh from between My finger and thumb. I look up to your face as a flush climbs up your neck, I can see you still contemplating your fate and wondering what you have gotten yourself into. I loop a soft thick rope around your ankle and tie it off not too tight. I reach for the spreader bar and cuff your ankle just above the rope to one end of it. "What are You doing...um Sir?" I just smile and move to the other side of the bed, repeating the process with your other ankle. "Remember this rachel..." "Speak only when spoken to" I say. you giggle and say, "yes, SIR" military fashion. "Dont be smart. You will also beg to cum, you will not do so without permission..." "oh right so I am supposed to be enjoyi..." your words are cut off by My fingers and thumbs roughly grabbing your nipples and twisting them savagely. "ohhhh" you gasp. "Shut up or I will gag you..." you nod slowly, a tear in the corner of your eye. But your nipples are as hard as little marbles. "Good girl" I say and release them and caress them to further hardness. I reach down and pick up a set of nipple clamps, show them to you. "Do you know what these are?" "No Sir." I place each in turn on your nipples causing further soft gasps to come from your mouth, your eyes wide. "Now you do..." I stand up on the bed grasping the rope in My hands and haul it upward hooking it over the hook in the ceiling. Your ass is raised up a foot off the bed and your legs are spread with the bar and straight up. The soft rope causes discomfort but no more. I reach for one more thing... and ask... "Do you know what this is rachel?" I show you the leather covered toy. your eyes widen and a glazed look comes over them "A paddle Sir?" "Good girl..." Chapter 3: her story my heart is racing...my breathing deep and... i can feel Your eyes on me, so intense... watching me breath...watching my naked chest as i quiver slightly... my pussy...so puffy...so wet... smelling the sweet musky odor of my arousal... my ass...so bare...so accessible i close my eyes slightly... i feel a strange mixture of anticipation, fear and pleasure...waiting for Your touch...wanting it...needing it... i hear the sound of the paddle as it's drawn through the air... "oh no" i cry out...then...the first spank! the left cheek of my ass...feels like it's on fire... as i hear Your voice..."silence rachel", the second spank...my right cheek... the third and fourth spank centered on my ass... with each stroke...a sensation, aside from the sting of the paddle... like electricity travels through my body... closing my eyes, my head back, i will myself to be silent... but with each stroke a small...low...moan escapes my lips... and i am surprised...i still feel so aroused... i can even feel the juices of my sex dripping down the crease of my rump... i wonder...if You notice how much wetter i have become... then i feel the palm of Your hand...gently caressing my bottom... such a contrast in sensation... as i open my eyes...i see You looking at me...smiling softly as Your hand and fingers continue to stroke me... mmmm...i sigh, as one of Your fingers glides up the crease of my ass and between the lips of my pussy... i'm so wet, Your finger slides into me easily...deeply as Your thumb begins to gently massage my clit... i feel my muscles contract on Your finger... i try to raise my hips...to push myself harder against You... looking into Your eyes...making the softest sounds of pleasure... wanting to beg You not to stop...mmmmm... You are making me feel so good... wondering if You can see it on my face... wondering what else You may see there as well... Chapter 4: His story "rachel..." I say, rousing you from your reverie as I lift the rope up and off the hook lowering your ass gently to the bed. I watch your face intently as you realise other surprises are in store. "I am going to release and retie you pet." "Yes, Sir" you dutifully reply. I unlatch and remove the spreader bar along with the rope binding your ankles and caress the welts that appear there causing you to wince. But you do not protest. I smile. I move up to the head of the bed unknotting the ropes that bind your wrists to the bedposts. I lean down and kiss your lips lightly as you become free. your arms reaching for Me I lean back up out of your grasp and say "there will be none of that ...yet. Now get up!" I take your hand assisting you to your feet and guide you around to the foot of the bed having you face it looking toward the bedhead. "Spread your legs rachel ...wider!" I demand. As you do I crouch down at each ankle showing you the two pairs of padded cuffs in My hands and attach one to each ankle locking it and attaching the other end around the legs of the bed. The muscles in your thighs are quivering with the tension and I run My hands up the sides of them eliciting a moan from your mouth. "rachel... put your hands palms down on the bed for support and keep them there." "Yes, Sir." I smile as your beautiful ass opens before Me and your pussy spreads open, the heat and scent of you invading My senses. I am going to enjoy fucking you I muse. "rachel, I know you told Me you have had a bad experience with anal sex before, so I am going to begin your education now ...correctly." "Alright, Sir..." I hear you say uncertainly as I stand and reach down and around your head drawing a blindfold over your eyes and tying it firmly. "you will be quiet rachel or I will paddle your ass again," I say with a smile. "Yes, Sir" I hear you reply more brightly. SMACK as My hand bounces off you ass "I said quiet." I go to My knees behind you reaching under the bed and pulling back the toy box, opening its lid. I select a 5 inch vibrator that is as thick only as one of My fingers and flick it on to test it. It hums away and I reach out with it in hand and guide it slowly up the inside of your right calf across the back of your knee and higher up the inside of your right thigh, carefully avoiding your now dripping pussy. Starting again from the floor I work My way even slower up your left leg and finally pause before brushing it over the cleft of your cunt. I smile and hold your ass in My free hand as you shudder slightly at the contact. "I am going to slide this vibrator into your ass rachel, it is going to be uncomfortable... but first ...you must be prepared..." I drop the vibrator on the bed and run My hands over your spread ass small smacks punctuating My caresses. I lean forward reaching out My tongue and glide it through your flesh from your hard little clit up between your lips causing you to shudder and moan softly. I continue upward to your asshole and circle it gently with My tongue enjoying your freshly washed scent. My palms and fingers are digging softly into you spreading your cheeks even further and massaging firmly as My tongue licks over and around your tiny pucker, then pointing it I slide it slowly into you a little eliciting more soft moans. I continue this ritual over and over until My saliva is dripping down over your pussy mixing with your juices before they travel slowly down the inside of your thighs. The air cooling the wetness there and drawing goosebumps to your flesh. I pick up the vibrator in My fingers again and without warning press its tip to your asshole and turn it on slipping it quickly smoothly inside you. I smile as I see you writhe in relief at its small size and shudder immediately. Two fingers of My right hand pierce your pussy and slide deeply inside fucking you quickly. I twist them as I push them in and out in rhythm with the vibrator penetrating your ass. your breath coming in fits. your ass and thighs trembling. I lean forward sucking your clit into My mouth and you implode. First stiffening and seemingly lost... then finding yourself and screaming out your pleasure as you shudder violently. Letting go... Letting go... Food for Thought As I stand in front of the mirror, critiquing my appearance, the doorbell rings. My heart starts to beat a little faster. I take a deep breath and open the door. What a wonderful surprise! You’re wearing a navy pinstripe suit, light blue shirt, and striped tie. The colors enhance those wonderful blue eyes and gray hair. I finally notice that you’re offering me a single white rose. This is going to be one more night--I can feel it in my bones (and elsewhere). You compliment my choice of dress--royal blue with a deep slit in front. I notice very quickly that your eyes are slipping to the bodice of my dress. Wonder what got your attention? Could it be my 46 DD cleavage? We dine at a lovely little restaurant. Although relatively new, it is quaint and cozy. Tables are covered in white cloths with candles floating in shallow bowls of water, accented with sprigs of herbs. Crystal and silver shine brilliantly in the candlelight. Soft classical music is playing in the background. What a deliciously lovely change from all the loud, driving music found in most restaurants these days. Our first course arrives and we swap bites from each other’s food. There is something so sensual about feeding someone, don’t you think? As the meal progresses, I feel my heart beat faster and my breathing becomes more shallow. I feel your hand graze my leg. Your fingers fold back the slit in my dress to better enable you to reach my inner thigh. I feel a shiver run down my spine as you glide your fingers up and down my leg and over my knee. Your eyes are smoldering with lust as you lean toward me and plant a light, sweet kiss on my cheek near my ear. I can feel your warm breath as you lightly blow in my ear. I’m finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on anything--including the meal. I look in your eyes and tell you exactly what I’m feeling without saying a word. Just after our main courses arrive, I lean toward you and inhale the aroma of your food, closing my eyes to enhance the savory smells. I slowly open my eyes as I place my hand high on your thigh, and whisper, “Mmmm. This is heaven.” You look quizzically at me, wondering if I mean the food or you. I just smile and lean back. Every bite of food is treated as a sexual experience. I swirl the pasta on my fork and bring it to my mouth. I flick the end of it with my tongue, chasing it around and around before I finally take the forkful into my mouth. I then slowly slide the fork back out of my closed mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around the fork. You have a steak. You cut off a bite and bring it to your mouth. You smell it and then touch it to your tongue and flick at it several times. You run your tongue over it in small circles before you put it in your mouth. I feel your hand on my inner thigh again, very near my pussy, which, by the way, is now very, very wet. We order strawberries for dessert as they are served with whipped cream and honey. The big, beautiful berries were luscious and ripe and sweet and juicy. I notice that your breathing is quite shallow now, as is mine. I dip a berry into the honey and then into the cream. You slowly lick the cream off of it and then suck it to get all the honey. You eventually take a bite of it and I just about faint. Now it’s my turn. You dip the berry just like I did and offer it to me. I lean in toward you and place my hand on your thigh where your leg joins your torso. I can feel that your quite excited by all this sexual innuendo. I circle the berry with my tongue, and then lick it up and down before finally closing my lips around the entire berry and taking it inside my mouth. I hear your sharp intake of breath as I do this. You hurriedly reach for your wallet, saying, “Let’s go.” As we drive away from the restaurant, I ask where we’re going. You tell me, “I know this wonderful little place. Just relax. It’s quite a drive but it’ll be great once we get there.” I settle back into the car seat as we roll down the windows and take in the cool autumn air. Part of me wants you to touch me and part of me wants you to wait until we get to wherever we’re going. I have a feeling that you’re having the same battle inside you. You keep looking over at me but when I look at you, you turn away. It’s as though if you catch my gaze, you won’t be able to control your reaction. I’m not sure I could either. The anticipation of what can happen is almost torturous. I pay more attention to the road the further we drive. All of a sudden, we top this hill and below us is a beautiful clear lake. But I didn’t see a road that would lead to it. You turn onto a lane that looks like someone’s driveway. We follow the lane to a clearing. The moon is almost full and the stars are scattered across the partly cloudy sky. You tell me to wait in the car. I hear you raise the trunk and move things around. Then nothing. No sound of any kind. A few minutes later, you open my car door and help me out of the car. I see what you’ve been doing. A few yards behind the car you’ve laid out two blankets, several candles in jars, a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, some cheese and some grapes. I am stunned. I can’t believe you’ve done all this for me. As we get closer to the blankets, I notice that you’ve also strewn white and red rose petals all over blankets and the ground around them. We sit on the blankets, surrounded in candlelight. It is an absolutely stunning sight. It leaves me breathless. I turn to look at you and thank you for this most wonderful surprise but, before I can, you lean in to kiss me--a short, sweet kiss on the lips. Then you take my face in your hands and draw it closer to yours. As we gaze into each other’s eyes, you lean toward me. I feel like I’m going to faint as your lips touch mine. Oh, my God! What a glorious kiss this is! I slide my arms around your neck and hold on to you. My head is spinning as fireworks explode behind my eyes. You enfold me in your arms as you part my lips with your tongue. Our tongues touch and then engage in a frenzied duel of lust. This kiss could go on forever and it would be fine with me. Reluctantly, we break apart. I know you can read my every thought as you look at my face. Your eyes have deepened in color (as I’ve since discovered they do when you’re talking or thinking about sex). You stand and help me to my feet. Your hands move from my waist, upwards over my arms, to my neck, then to my face. You kiss me again--shorter this time with no tongues. You reach behind me and very slowly unzip my dress. I slide your jacket off your shoulders and loosen your tie. With trembling fingers, I unbutton your shirt and loosen it so that I may lay my head against your strong, hairy chest. “I want you.” I hear the deep rumbling of your voice as I continue to keep head on your chest. Your hands slide my dress off my shoulders, taking my half-slip with it. I again hear your sharp intake of breath as you see what I have not told you. I’m wearing a garter belt and just a wisp of panties. I feel your hands slide around my body, upward toward my breasts. Your fingers dip into my cleavage as you bend down to kiss each one. Your hands move over my nipples which makes them stand at attention. You bend to take each one into your mouth through my bra. As you entice my body, I unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants. I can feel the heat from your body as I slip them down over your hips. You remove your hands form my body long enough to take off your pants and shoes and socks. You’re standing there in your bikinis, your cock straining to be relieved of its constraints. You reach behind me to free my 46DD tits. You take my nipple in your mouth as your hand slides down my body to my pussy. You can feel my heat and my wetness as your hand glides across my panties. We moan in unison. You use your middle finger to push up inside me through my panties. I almost cum. I bring your head more tightly into my breasts as you use your thumb to manipulate my clit. We sink to the ground and you rip off you underwear and then peel mine off me, leaving the garter belt intact. I watch as you position your head between my legs. I’m breathing so hard now I feel I’ll hyperventilate. Your fingers part my lips as your tongue flicks at my clit. Again, I almost cum as your start to lick my pussy. You suck my clit and slide a finger up inside me. Oh, my GOD! I do cum this time. You don’t stop licking and sucking but you slide another and then a third finger inside my pussy. I’m bucking and jumping with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had as you slide your pinkie up my ass. I cum so hard on your face as you try valiantly to drink in all my juice. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I tell you as my orgasm starts to subside. You quickly comply with my request by lying on your back. I slide down your body, licking and sucking your nipples as I kiss my way down to your waiting cock. I lick it up and down, hesitating at the ridge. I glide my tongue over the head, tasting your pre-cum as I go. I lower my mouth onto just the head and lick it, suck it over and over. I then start to work your entire cock into my mouth--not an easy task considering how thick and long you are. I finally manage to take all of you into my mouth and start to pump you. You entwine your hands in my hair and begin assisting me in my pumping of your hard, delicious cock. I graze your length very lightly with my teeth. I hear you gasp. I ask if you’re okay, to which you reply, “ Oh, hell yes. Don’t stop.” I gently manipulate your balls as I suck you. It doesn’t take long before I feel them start to tighten. I pull you from my mouth and lick you again. “Oh, Baby, please don’t stop,” you beg me. “No. No! I want you inside me.” “But I don’t have any condoms with me.” “Didn’t you tell me you’d had a vasectomy?” “Yeah, years ago.” “Well, we don’t have to worry about my getting pregnant and you don’t have any diseases nor do I, so why do we need a condom?” “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?” “Fuck meeeeeeee.” You move between my legs and take my legs over your shoulders (my favorite position). I feel your cock as you aim it at my pussy. “I want you NOW! FUCK MEEEEE.” You slide your cock up in me, filling it completely. Oh my GOD! You feel soooooooooo good inside me. You start to fuck me with long, deep strokes. Oh, GOD! Then you gradually move faster and harder. Before too long, you’re driving it into me like a wild man. I’m trying to wait for you but I don’t know if I can! Your grab my tits and hold them as you ram deeper into me. “Oh, Honey! Baby! I’m gonna cum. I’m almost there,” you grunt at me. “Oh GOD! Here it cummmmmmmms! AAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I can’t wait any longer. “Oh my GOD! FUCKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEE.” I scream as we have orgasms to beat all orgasms. As we lay there, panting but trying to breath normally again, I turn to face you and ask you a very important question. “How do you feel about anal sex?” You look startled and I think, “uh-oh; wrong question.” “I’ve never done it. Nobody would ever let me before. Why?” “How would you like to try it with me?” Your face lights up like a Christmas tree. You get this big smile on your face and ask, “Can we do it now?” I look at you for a few moments and roll over onto my stomach, pulling my legs up under me. But that’s a story for later. Food For Thought Author's Note: The following story is based on an actual occurrence. It contains explicit adult material and any reader who is not of legal age must exit this file immediately. The author expresses his appreciation to user mswhite569 for her work in editing this story to make it more readable. The hostess seated me at a table for four, in spite of the fact that I was by myself. That was okay with me because it was in the middle of the floor where I could see more people ... and I liked to watch the people. I made my menu choices and waited for my waitress. Looking around, I began to survey the people in the room, paying most attention to the ladies. To my right there were several older couples and two groups of three seventies-type women. Straight in front of me was a family with two small children and a vacant table. To my left and up two tables was a middle-aged nondescript couple. At the table for two closer to me was a younger couple that I almost passed over. Then she moved her arms away from her plate and I got a better look. She had a magnificent pair of hooters. They appeared to jiggle as she ate and I imagined that they were not encumbered by a bra, still standing tall enough to not need one in spite of their heft. I couldn't see the rest of her but I kept watch without being obvious. After a bit, she got up and left the table, heading in the direction of the rest rooms. I got to see the rest of her figure, at least as best I could when it was hidden by a slightly loose soft knit blouse and a pair of tight jeans. The jeans covered a wonderfully rounded ass, a little big by health standards but just right by my "sexy woman" standards. Her waist was small, making her hips really stand out in those tight jeans; I could see that the waistband didn't come close to being snug-fitting. This was a woman who could give me wet dreams for a while. I continued to watch her when she returned and while I ate my salad but then I was a little disconcerted when she glanced up and our eyes met. She smiled and I had the distinct feeling she could read my mind. She took a bite and then said something to the man, who quickly turned to catch me still watching her. I ducked my head and returned to eating. I felt a bad premonition when the chair to my left pulled back and the man sat down, brushing my shoulder. He leaned over and whispered "Hi. I'm Jason. My wife's name is Sharon. She's a beauty, isn't she?" The last he said staring into my eyes. I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at her. I mumbled something not even I could understand. He continued, just loud enough for the sound to reach my ears "How would you like to have all of that you want? Tits, pussy, ass, anything you want. Would you like that?" My head jerked around to look at him, incredulously. I just nodded. He whispered "Well, you can, buddy. And let me tell you that she is a hot lay. When she gets a cock in her she gets hotter than a firecracker. You like girls, don't you?" I nodded, my throat too dry to trust with sound. He said "Look at her, buddy. She'd like that too." I glanced at her to see her coyly looking at me, surreptitiously holding a tit as if pressing it to my mouth, yet making sure no one else could see her. Almost imperceptibly she nodded, then took a bite of food and chewed it sexily, suggesting what she might do to my cock by rolling it around in her mouth and savoring the flavor. He pressed against my shoulder and whispered "Hey, man, you know you'd like to do her. All you have to do is let me watch. We'll go over to our place and you can do her any way and every way you want to. I get to watch and get off my rocks and I promise I'll leave you alone. You interested?" For a few seconds, I stared into his eyes to see if he was serious and I decided he was. I nodded vigorously and glanced at Sharon to see her faking clapping her hands. I pushed the rest of my food away and looked for my waitress. He whispered "Let me pay our bill and then follow us, okay?" It turned out that, when we walked out the door, Sharon went with me and we followed him. She scooted over next to me and held my arm the whole way but we didn't really talk. About half way she ran her hand down my thigh and back up, clutching my throbbing erection at the end of the stroke. I put my right arm around her and cupped her right breast and felt my cock try to grow bigger and harder. I followed her directions to a nice neighborhood and a nice if small house. She led me inside and directly to a bedroom. I didn't even catch sight of Jason. She closed the door and turned to me, putting her arms around my neck and planting a long wet kiss on my mouth. I returned the favor, letting our tongues intertwine in her mouth. My arms pulled her closer and mashed her big knockers against my chest. When she broke away, she wasted no time in getting undressed and urged me to do the same. Barely had I freed my rock-hard cock than she knelt, grabbed it and began to lick it, slathering it with her saliva. She massaged my balls and captured the head of my prick in her mouth and sucked on it. I loved it but couldn't wait to get my hands on her. I lifted her up and coaxed her into the bed, then crawled in beside her. Kneeling, I licked her titties just as she had my cock. Her hand wormed between my legs and captured my manhood and she fondled me while I suckled her nipples. Sated, I trailed my tongue down her body and over her curly haired mound and into her crease as she pulled my leg over her. In the sixty-nine position, we each licked and sucked at the other's genitalia. However just a few minutes of that would have brought me off and I didn't want that. Hastily I turned around as she lifted and spread her legs, inviting me into her love channel. As wet and slick as it was, my thick seven inch cock slid in to the hilt with the first push. I spread my knees and bent over Sharon's lush body, supporting my weight on my forearms while my hands slid under her and pulled us together. This time her tongue shot into my mouth and she tongue-fucked me while my cock roved in and out of her cunt. Several minutes later I heard a soft male voice saying "yeah, man, fuck the bitch, screw her fucking pussy, man, bang the broad." I glanced over my shoulder to see Jason slouched in an easy chair with one leg over the arm of the chair. He was naked and jacking on his erect meat and obviously staring at the spot where my dong entered his wife's pussy. Sharon pulled my head back around and resumed her tonsil exploring but she soon broke away, tossing her head from side to side in spastic movements. Then she bowed her back and stiffened and began to shake like Jell-O in an earthquake. Jason began to holler "yeah, man! Go, dude, way to fuck that bitch. Dump your cum into her hot cunt, man. Give it to her good. Ohhhh ... " and the sound trailed off as this cock began to shoot white cum into the air. I watched as it landed on the carpet, on the chair but mostly on Jason. I resumed my fucking motion, shoving my cock deep into Sharon's soft pussy with every stroke. Several minutes work got her to the stage of jerking her head back and forth again and once more she bowed up and shivered through an orgasm. This time though I didn't stop screwing her cunt because my balls had begun to fill and when they contracted and started spitting my cum into her pussy, I kept plowing until the last drops oozed out and a couple minutes more until the adrenaline burned my muscles so much I had to stop. Still laying atop her, we kissed long and passionately before I rolled over so we could both rest. Sharon looked at Jason, who was still in the same position but with his mouth open and a gentle snore emanating from his mouth. She said "Unfortunately that's about as long as he ever lasts. He usually gets off before I do and then he goes to sleep. He'll be in that same position all night unless I make him move. It's really hard to wake him up too. So ... how about after we rest we fuck some more, honey?" I agreed with that! A little later I was hard and about to climb on her again but she pushed me back and instead took the dominant position. Holding my cock, she asked "Do you mind screwing my ass?" When I shook my head, she pointed my dong at her anus and eased herself down until the head popped into her back door. She paused until the initial pain dissipated and then with a sigh, she pushed down until she had all of my member in her bowels. Sharon pulled my hands up to her tits and said "I like to be pussy fucked but I like a cock in my ass just as much so I always keep it greased." "How did you find out you liked anal sex?" I asked. "When I went to college, my daddy would let me ride his cock and he liked to hold my bottom while I wiggled around. He'd let his finger rub my ass hole and I loved it. I decided I wanted to find out what it would be like to have his dick in my ass instead of my pussy so I did it one day. It hurt at first but that went away and I loved it after that so from then on about half our fucking was in each hole. Mama said that it was a good idea that I learned to like both before I got married." "Wow. Do you still fuck your daddy?" "No. He died of a heart attack when I was twenty-one." "Oh. I'm sorry." "Yeah, I miss him terribly sometimes ... I gotta admit that's one reason I liked having you look at me." "Oh?" "Yeah. You look sorta like him." She leaned over and kissed me again. "But I think your dick is a little longer than his. Anyway I like the feel of it. Did you like being in my pussy?" "I loved it. And I love being in your ass too." There was silence for a few moments while she worked her ass around my cock in little circles. Then she stopped and looked into my eyes, her face a mere inch away. "Would you mind if I played like you were my daddy?" "No, I wouldn't mind at all." Again there was a silence while she concentrated on moving her ass on my prong. Then she whispered "Oh, daddy, it feels soooooooo good to have your dick in my ass hole again." "Yes, sweetheart. I've really missed being inside you." "Oh, daddy, me too. I've wanted to fuck you so many times while you were gone, daddy. I'm so glad you're back and we can fuck whenever we want to." My heart jumped at the implication. Was she really offering me a "frequent fucker" role? Would Jason allow it? I reached around her with both hands and cupped her round ass, squeezing her buns as she rocked around in no particular pattern. It didn't take long for both of us to cum again. Sharon immediately trotted to the bathroom and came back with a warm wet washcloth and cleaned me up meticulously. Then she lay down beside me and actually purred. She talked about how her Mama and Daddy had taught her how to fuck, how loving the whole family was and how she loved to make her daddy cum, all the while diddling my cock with both hands. I turned to face her, letting my hand wander between her legs. I was going to massage her anus but it was still so soft my finger slipped inside. Her eyes lit up and she said "Oh, daddy! You can do me just like you used to, with your finger in my ass and your thumb in my pussy and then suck my boobies while you finger fuck me. Please!" I couldn't believe it but I sucked and fingered Sharon to two more orgasms while my cock was getting hard again. Obviously the memories were still vivid in her mind, at least the good portions of them. I was soon horny again and asked if I could doggy fuck her. She hopped up on her knees and offered me her soft puffy pussy, framed by her two beautiful ass globes. I poked my dick into her, grabbed a big tit for leverage and began to rub her mound and clitty with the other. By the time I spit out another load of cum, Sharon had cum four more times ... and it was 12 minutes short of midnight. I got dressed and Sharon walked me to the back door, not bothering to put on any clothes ... she said she liked to sleep in the nude anyway. She kissed me and said "I think Jason would like for you to come by at least once a week in the evening so he can watch. Would you be interested?" "By all means" I replied enthusiastically. "Great. Now me ... I'd like my daddy to come by a little more often so we can have some fun. Would that be too much?" "Not at all, baby. Daddy would do anything he can for you." Just like that, just through a chance glance in a restaurant did my sex life change drastically. Jason says that, as far as he is concerned, I can screw her as much as I want to as long as he gets to watch at least once a week and as long as I don't try to take her out of their marriage. After all he does love her and she gives him all he can handle and he's just trying to make her happy! Me, too! Food for Thought Have you ever had a moment where you get complete clarity? Where something happens and time just stands still. For me this happened one Friday night in a drunken haze. Time stopped and through my bleary eyed stupor I saw the truth for the very first time. I saw what was missing from my life and the realisation hit me like a freight train going full steam. It was such a eureka moment it actually sobered me up for a whole ten minutes before I collapsed in a heap on the bed. What was this moment I hear you ask, what was this event that completely changed my view of the world. Food. Now don't laugh for me this is serious. I discovered the joy of food. Yes I know your sitting there saying she is mad, surely she eats all the time and yes that is true but I had never in my entire sexual life used it during sex. Everyone loves to eat and I make no bones about my love of food, whether it's a crisp crunchy salad or a succulent steak cooked medium rare, I love food. But still I thought there was something missing. There was something that I craved and I couldn't place it. Now shall we take the inevitable step back in time, where the storyteller (that's me) reveals how it all began. I could paint a picture of an idyllic life where the sun shone and the birds sang but instead I will tell the truth. The point is should I give you all the mundane stuff first, age, sex and location. Well if it helps I will. Hello my name is Tracey, yes I know it's mundane but it's my name and I will leave it at that. No I wont change it just to make me sound glamorous. I'm twenty-four and I work as a medical receptionist in a small village somewhere irrelevant in the United Kingdom. There over and done with. The village is a really boring place to live, granted it looks all picture postcard and yes the birds do twitter, believe me it gets boring pretty dam quick suffice to say me and the other twenty something's put our glad rags on and take a taxi into the nearest town near enough every Friday night. I wont profess to be a virgin, far from it in fact but I will admit to being a missionary position sort of a girl with the odd doggy style fuck thrown in for variety. Anal is strictly off limits, that hole is exit only and as for that other kinky stuff if I want to use a riding crop I will go horse riding thank you very much. Anyway back to the tale of revelation and the joy of food. This particular Friday night I had arranged to go out with the girls as per usual. So after work I raced back home for the ritual bath. I love a good soak in the tub it chills me out and relaxes me. You cannot begin to believe how stressful it is being a medical receptionist in a small village. I know more intimate stuff about the people that live here that I really want to know, but I digress. So there I was lounging in the tub up to my neck in bubbles and candles listening to music on my mp3 player and wondering what tonight would bring. I smelled of lemon and lime with a hint of coconut (shampoo and conditioner). Skin tingling from my soak and scrub I stood out and wrapped the towel around my body. Flip flopping in my slippers I made my way upstairs water dripping onto the carpet as I rubbed my hair with my towel. Throwing it onto the bed I did my normal after bath routine, matching body lotion lemon and lime from top to toe, toenails painted, hair dried and styled, make up neatly and expertly applied, clothes chosen. Sorry scrap that bit I had not chosen what to wear. Standing in front of my heaving wardrobe I emmed and ahhed as to what to put on. Besides matching bra and panties I had no idea. It had to be short and sexy to show off my tanned legs courtesy of my well-deserved holiday to Spain. I wanted short and sexy not come and fuck me because I look like a prostitute. So that left only a woman's best fashion friend and that's the little black dress. The one I own is amazing; it skims over my hips like a second skin and stops mid thigh but it manages to hold everything together. Not to revealing it is almost decent at the top and I can wear it anywhere. Well after all that was done I found my most comfortable pair of heels and with a spritz of my favourite perfume I was ready to strut my funky stuff. Then disaster struck and I was not impressed. My mobile went off and seeing it was one of the girls I grabbed it, only afterwards I wished I hadn't. It was called off; our Friday night out was cancelled. Undeterred I phoned for a taxi and headed out anyway. I wont bore you with the details of the taxi ride, it was boring, I asked the driver to drop me off outside his favourite restaurant and oh my god was it a good choice. Italian. I admit it was daunting going in on my own but when I saw the waiters I smoothed down my skirt, smiled sexily and sashayed in there like I ate on my own all the time. Inside it was just beautiful, the décor was understated elegance and the waiters made my jaw drop they were so handsome. Looking through the menu I sipped the wine I'd ordered and tried to decide what to eat. Should it be the delicious pastas in there mouth-watering choice of sauces or should it be a steak. In the end I decided on a pasta dish with a delectable cheese sauce. How did I remember what I ate that night, easy, what happened later engraved the whole evening in my memory forever. As I ate I could feel eyes on the back of my neck, or so it seemed, and I longed to turn and see who it was. But instead I finished my meal and sat sipping my wine. Just about to ask for my bill I saw one of the waiters come across to me. "Excuse me." "Yes?" "Is everything to you liking signorina?" "Yes thank you it was delicious." His accent was so sexy I was having problems concentrating on what he was saying. Instead I was trying not to imagine him in bed speaking filthy words in that gorgeous voice of his. What I did notice was that he was looking nervous and I wondered if I had done something wrong. Eventually he picked up the courage to look at me and it was then I noticed that look, you know the one where a guy has more than what he is actually saying on his mind. Well knowing this I melted, my panties got wet and my nipples got hard. "May I ask you a question?" his voice lowered and his accent became thicker. "Certainly." "I finish my shift very soon would you care to go for a drink with me?" Stunned I could only nod yes, boy did he work quick I thought. An hour later I found myself in a tiny bar sipping wine and looking into the eyes of a very sexy guy and I was in heaven. His voice reminded me of melting chocolate, smooth and rich with a hint of flavour. Every now and then his fingers would brush my arm and I could almost taste the chemistry between us. Slowly we got closer and closer together and I longed to make that last move to kiss his lips, lips that were enticing and altogether tempting. The choice was taken away from me as he made that move for me and it was delicious. He tasted of wine and fruit; his lips danced over mine teasing and tempting them to part. Nibbling at mine he probed my mouth with his tongue. He was juicy and luscious with his kissing. I wanted to kiss forever and drink from his mouth. My head spun with the need to taste more from him and leaning closer I silently told him I wanted to take this further. Breaking away from me he stood up and took my hand kissing the fingertips before helping me stand. Silently he pulled me out of the bar and into the cool night air. Without words he led me away from the warmth and the safety of other people and in my moment of madness I let him. I walked down the road led by an Adonis of manhood and I didn't care. In the taxi he spoke sexily in Italian and although I could understand none of it I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him to. As the car pulled up outside his flat I was fighting the need to strip him of his clothes and straddle him there and then. In the flat I nearly tore his clothes from his body trying to feel skin on skin. I was heady with the need to feel his cock inside me. Leading me into the bedroom I pulled up short and just stared. Bowls of fruit sat on the bedside tables along with glass jugs of different colours. Cakes and other foodstuff lay dotted around the room and I started to pull away. I tried to get away from him but he held my hand tight. Looking into his eyes I saw something, something that even now I cannot describe and it made me catch my breath. "Please." My questioning gaze must have said it all. "Please do not go, let me explain." His voice wavered and that confidence I had seen all night disappeared. "I saw you eating alone tonight and I saw how you ate and I knew you understood. I knew you shared my passion." "What passion? I don't understand." "Food, you love food, you ate with such longing and I knew you were the one." "I love to eat food but I don't understand all of this." My arm swept the room as I indicated everything I saw. "Please just try." His voice held such longing that I decided to just go with the flow. Letting him lead me to the bed and gently remove my clothing I could feel myself getting aroused. His touch was gentle but firm and his fingers brushed over my skin teasing my nipples as he took off my bra, caressing my pubis as he lowered my panties. Quivering with a longing I never knew existed I stroked and touched him. I nervously removed his clothes licking my lips as I saw his divine body for the first time. Toned stomach and legs, olive coloured with dark brown eyes I drank all of him in. I touched and fondled, I kissed and stroked mimicking his hands on my body. I had goose bumps all over me and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with my need to be fucked. Pushing me onto the bed he asked me to lay still. Moments passed as he knelt above me doing nothing. His eyes roved over me and as his gaze went from my face to my chest my nipples hardened even more. Smiling down at me he reached over and picked up a peach, taking a bite he slowly chewed it swallowing it finally. Then he held the remaining bit and firmly squeezed. I watched as the juice ran down his fingers and dripped onto me over and over again. The sticky fluid gathered in the well between my breasts the aroma wafting up to my nose. Deliberately he dropped the pulp onto the floor and then dipped his finger into the puddle. Swirling it round and round he traced circles around my nipples. Head bending he smiled at me then licked each one, savouring the sweet taste. My head swam with the new sensation and I longed to cum. I longed to spread my legs and let him fuck me there and then. Mesmerised I watched as he took a jug of brown liquid and held it above my stomach. As the first drop hit I flinched, then the drip became a pour as the flow increased. Putting the jug back he repeated the swirling on my stomach with his finger but this time he offered it to me. Chocolate, dark rich velvety chocolate coated my tongue. His finger coated my lips and I licked it off. Again and again he did it and at each turn I became bolder, licking, sucking, nibbling until he groaned. Dipping his head he licked my stomach then leant to kiss me. I could taste the peaches in the chocolate and I wanted more. I wanted to know what was next. Next was another jug but this one was yellow, the texture more thick and cold. Lifting my hand he motioned for me to rub it over me and his languid smile said more than words ever could, reaching upwards with my finger I spoke for the first time. "Suck them." My voice sounded sultry and heavy with wanting. Eagerly he devoured my fingers cleaning each one. I was sticky and smelt like a dessert menu but it felt so erotic. My senses were being assaulted with smells and tastes and colours, my body felt strange but still like me and I loved it. This sexy Italian was eating from me and I was loving it. When he pulled out a blindfold I raised my eyebrows but he ignored me and placed it over my eyes. The room suddenly black made me aware of my vulnerabilities and I shivered. For what seemed like forever nothing happened then I felt something against my mouth opening it up I was delighted to feel the gooey creamy texture of a cream cake, biting I chewed it slowly swallowing it before taking another bite. Each one followed by broken English encouraging me to take it all. I was almost delirious with the need to be fucked and I arched my back as his hands returned to my sticky nipples, tweaking them hard. Groaning I begged to be fucked but he ignored me instead parting my legs and teasing my pussy with his fingers. Wanton I spread them urging him to fuck me. As he probed me he talked to me, I had no idea what he was saying but I didn't care. His hands left me and I moaned loudly. Then a cold feeling made me gasp and I cried out in surprise. Between my legs I could feel something being poured. Lifting my hips up I could feel it trickling towards my bum hole and I couldn't decide if it was pleasant or not. Just as I decided I didn't like it his tongue began to do what his fingers had not long ago been doing. Probing and licking me clean he held my hips as I bucked and writhed against his face. Unable to hold back any longer I screamed in pleasure as his tongue circled my clit. His teeth brushing over it as he licked me clean. My arousal hidden within whatever he had poured over me. Lifting my hips I came hard fucking his face as wave after wave after wave sent me reeling in pleasure. Gasping for breath he kissed me as I lay replete on the bed. His hard cock pushing against me I still needed to feel it inside me. "Fuck me please." I begged. He didn't need any encouragement. Above me his body moved back and forth and pulling my knees up I held on to his back my nails digging in, his cock felt so big inside me filling me up. Ripping my mask off I looked into his face as he fucked me and I groaned in pleasure. His eyes were closed but his face was scrunched in concentration the struggle to hold back vying with the need to release. "Fuck me." His eyes opened and as he pumped his cock in me as he looked me straight in the eye. "Fuck me harder." That was too much for him and as I looked he arched his back and thrust his hips forward moaning loudly. Falling off me we lay side by side silent. I always find this moment awkward and as I glanced across at him I found this one more awkward than others. Smiling to myself and feeling just a little bit mischievous I straddled him and placed his cock between my legs rotating my hips from side to side. We smiled at one another and he reached up to play with my tits knocking his hands away I laughed picking up the two jugs and holding them above him I went to pout them over him. Shaking his head from side to side, mock indignation on his face, I giggled then began to pour them over him. Chocolate and custard mingled on him and then flowed over him. Grabbing the jugs he prised them from my hands and then flipped me onto my back the cold sticky liquids going everywhere. Squealing loudly I tried to stop it but we were both covered. We slithered together laughing and crying out as we slid onto the floor. The sloppy squelchy gloopy fluids seeped into every crevice. The more we laughed the worse it got I reached for the bowl of strawberries I could see and shoved one in his mouth watching as he chewed it the juice running out of his mouth. Feeding each other we let the strawberry juice mingle with the chocolate. We licked and stroked each other and let the custard ooze between us. I had never had so much fun during sex and I knew I wanted more. Finally we lay entangled around each other our limbs stuck together with fruit juice. I was full top and bottom but completely content. That's when it hit me I was completely happy. That was the moment of complete clarity and I was stunned. "Thank you, thank you for understanding." So there you go that moment I was on about. Time stood still as I realised food as what had been missing from my life. Now when we go out I don't look at food in quite the same way. Did I say we, well do you really expect me to get rid of my Italian, Gino is fantastic in and out of the bedroom. Yes I'm biased but when he stands in the kitchen naked cooking tea it brings on a whole new meaning to tasting the food.