4 comments/ 24717 views/ 4 favorites One White Rose Ch. 01 By: FinalStand (Thanks to Frontma for the editing. If a mistake was made it was done by me in transition) (*In passion we see with our hearts not with our eyes*) My name is Julian Winters and for most of my life I've been an egotistical jerk. I've had reason to be; I have dark good looks that speak of Spanish or maybe Italian descent, with thick black hair and a strong physique that comes with regular physical exercise. I don't have a twelve inch pole vault in my pants but I'm well-endowed (and did I mention egotistical?). I've always thought of myself as an alpha male kind of guy until two months ago when my girlfriend of four years, Melody Ryan, left screaming at me in the midst of a nasty fight. I, of course, thought she'd be back in a day or two when she blew off some steam, but slowly word filtered back to me through a mutual friend that she was done with me and that was that. At first I thought she was PMSing, and then I assumed she was cheating on me, and finally I accepted the fact that she was and had always been a closet lesbian so I arranged a confrontation to ring the truth out of her. When the time came She didn't run away or blow up or beg forgiveness;. She sat me down and tore my life apart. She loves me --; she just could no longer live with me. She kissed me, wished me all the best, and walked out of my life again. I buried myself in a few one- night stands but all I ended up thinking at the end of the night was that I was twenty-eight years old and I was going to be doing the same thing when I was forty- eight if I didn't finds some center to my life. I had to learn how to give a crap for another person. Aand I knew that wasn't going to be easy. (First Encounter) Cut two months forward and I'm at a friend and co-worker Sandy Ingles' wedding. He and his wife have been on and off again friends since high school ten years earlier and I had fun telling Sandy he was tossing his freedom away. Somehow this got to the bride and she was less than friendly to me at the reception. Most of the guests were co-workers of Sandy and his bride with a good sprinkling of family thrown in. I was involved with plenty of the action and was in general having a good time. I got a few looks from some girls that were definite 'maybes' but nothing I was exploring. In a way, I was feeling bored and alone. Then the Bride's father introduced an old family tradition called the Ghost's Dance. First of all the men are blindfolded on one side of the hall and when the matriarch speaks, the women move across and to take the man they wants to dance with on to the floor and you have your dance. It sounds a bit awkward but it turned out to be a bit fun. At the conclusion of the dance you are put back where you were found and in ten seconds you take off the blindfold so you don't know who you danced with --. As I said,; fun. Now it was the guy's turn. The girls blindfolded themselves and the guys began scoping out the girl they would dance with. When the patriarch called out several guys raced toward the favorite girl they would normally never dance with but I hung back. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a familiar form, that of my boss Roxanne Ferrier. Roxanne isn't bad to look at, -- she's a bit short --, but her manner is totally grating. She's abrasive, condescending, and often degrading. By the looks of things she'd already worked her magic on the gathering. Only peer pressure had made Sandy invite her in the first place. I also realized that no one was angling toward her either to be her dance partner and somewhere in my deep, dark heart I felt I understood what it must be like to be sitting there in the dark and being forced to wait alone on the sidelines for the music to end to take off your blindfold. I found my feet leading me in her direction. Roxanne jumped when I put a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry," I whispered in her ear, "I had to muscle several guys aside to get here first." It was a total lie but I was feeling magnanimous and figured 'what the hell.' The music began and we took off. I found it really handy to have such a light woman to lead when she has no idea where she's going. I was able to steer us through the ordeal without too many crushed toes. When we finished I led Roxanne back to where she started and she was laughing, babbling on, and generally having a good time. I could tell I had been right about her having been afraid of being left alone. She was nervous as hell. "Come with me," I instructed her once we made the edge of the crowd. She moved to take off the blindfold. "Don't do that," I whispered, "or I'll have to go." She hesitated then puts her hands at her hips and lets me steer her outside. We ended up on the balcony overlooking the river with the beautiful view of the city at night. I pressed myself behind her and rested my hands on her shoulders. "What do you think of the view?" I softly asked her, slightly bending my head so she could feel my breath in her ear. "I don't know; I'm blindfolded," she responded snappishly. "No; you are now, but I've seen you come out here several times tonight and you've looked out over the city. Now tell me what you see." I was guessing about her coming out but somehow it fit. "The rippling of the water and how the lights from all the buildings play off of it," she recalled. The lights of the skyscrapers rising up to those blinking red lights that wards off the planes, and the lights of the planes flying so high up above. I love how the river flows into the city so in the night you can't tell where one ends and the other begins." "You lied to me," I said softly. "No, I can't see," she protested. "But you told me you couldn't see the view," I countered, keeping my voice low in order to not be recognized. "I ... -- no -- ... yes," she admitted. "What should I do to you for lying to me?" I questioned. Right then that was sort of a fun thing to say. "I don't know," she gulped. "Give me your necklace," I told her. "But it is expensive," she whined. I didn't say anything until she finally took it off and placed it in a hand I held over her chest. I took the chain and lowered it into the top of her strapless dark blue dress, slowly edging it into her left breast cup. Roxanne's breathe became more labored but she didn't stop me. "Leave it there the rest of the night," I instructed her. "But it is rubbing against my -- " she stopped herself from finishing telling me the word "'nipple"'. "That's why it is called punishment," I answered. Roxanne nodded her acceptance. Now I decide to press things a little farther. "Are you attractive, Roxanne?" I started. "Not really," she confessed. "You are lying to me again," I growled. "No -- wait. ... I don't know what you mean. I don't know what to say," she babbled. I took Roxanne's hand in each of my own and brought them gracefully up to her face. I rubbed then along her cheekbones. "What are these?" "They're my cheekbones," she murmured. "No. , feel along the high, fine lines;, how delicate and smooth; feel how your cheeks flow down to your jawline, slender and precise, leading up to the small, defined point of your chin," I instructed her as I led her hands along. "Are these the features of a plain woman?" "No," she whispered. I took her hands down her neck to her shoulders. "You have small shoulders," I commented and Roxanne nodded. "Are you a small woman?" "Yes," she answered. "Good girl," I rewarded her. I moved her hands in an arch over her chest to her hips. "Do you have perfectly tailored womanly hips for a lady of your proportions?" I thought so; Roxanne was barely five feet tall and maybe one hundred pounds but kept herself in good shape for an older woman. If her breasts were a bit smaller than I liked I could blame it on her elfin build. "Yes," she whispered. I moved up to her waist which was definitely thinner than her hips. "How is your waist not perfect;, your stomach not flat and shapely?" I hounded her. "I -- no, ... you are right," she sighed. "I lied." "How did you lie? Tell me exactly how you lied," I commanded. "I said I wasn't attractive," she moaned. "Then tell the truth," I told her. "I'm attractive," she murmured. "How should I punish you? This is your second time tonight," I grumbled playfully. "I don't know," she whimpered more in anticipation than fear. I wasn't sure what to do either. "Give me your panties.," I went for broke; the answer I got was surprising. "What if someone sees me?" she whispered. She wasn't saying 'no', she was asking not to get caught. "Trust me," I assured her. Roxanne twisted her head in order to hear better then hiked up her dress and worked her panties down with one hand. She held them out; I took them and pocketed them swiftly lests someone sees, yet I noticed their dampness. "What is next?" Roxanne said softly. Frankly, I was out of game. If I had had time to prepare for this I could have come up with all kinds of things to make her do but this was all such a surprise, my mind was blank. "I have to go now, but hold out your hands," I replied. Roxanne pouted and seemed truly distressed but again did as I instructed. I picked offplucked a long stem white rose from a nearby arrangement and placed it in her hands. "Take off the blindfold in ten seconds and no sooner. Good night, Roxanne,." I turned and exited the scene quickly. From a good vantage point for secretly observing her, I saw Roxanne return to the party with a wistful expression on her face, the rose brought up to her nose as she glided back to the gathering. For the moment I hoped I had made someone's night if not my own; little did I know how soon I would know the answer to that. (Back from the Honeymoon) The next week was surreal. Most of the staff figured Roxanne was doing drugs because she was moving around the work area without berating a single solitary soul. As the week wore on she did become more agitated, though, and on the next Monday it soon became evident what was going on. Sandy wasn't back from his honeymoon an hour before he was called to Roxanne's office. When he came back out Roxanne was back to her old ways and, if anything, a little more vicious. I cornered Sandy in the break room and he related to a few of us what had happened. Roxanne had grilled him on whether any of the wedding guests had been asking about her. When he claimed ignorance of any such event she sort of slumped in her chair with a crushed look on her face and dismissed him. For the sake of my office I decided to do something. I went out early for lunch and, brought a single white rose, a black blindfold, and a card. On the card I wrote: 'Missing the feel of you under my hands; put the blindfold on at six this evening and wait for me.'. What could I lose besides my job, my self-respect, and the respect of my peers? In reality the result of my gift-giving was to turn night into day. Roxanne didn't bother anyone the rest of the day, though only Sandy was wise enough to be suspicious of me. He warned me I was playing with fire so I told him I was being careful. (Second Encounter) Promptly at six p.m. I snuck back into our office area which was thankfully vacant. Sitting at her desk, hands flat on her desk was Roxanne, blindfolded and clearly excited. I ghosted up beside her. "Good Girl," I told her softly. She popped up out of her seat and looked my way. "I -- " she stammered. I took her by her hands and pulled her up facing me. "Have you been good?" I asked. There was no proper answer to this one and I knew it. "Yes," she said authoritatively. "Oh, really?," I questioned. "Have you missed me?" "No," she stated in a quivering voice. "So you don't miss the touch of me on your body?" I continued. "No," she persisted. "Why are you here right now, then?" I questioned. "I wanted to tell you to leave me alone," she breathed. "Why are you blindfolded?" I teased her. "I knew you wouldn't come by unless I was," she responded weakly. "You could have done nothing," I replied. "You could have gone home early, or been in your office without the blindfold but you choose to be here prepared for me to arrive." "It isn't like that," she stumbled. She reached up to remove her blindfold, waiting at the last minute for me to stop her, but I didn't. Her hands trembled at the edges. "Put your hands down," I instructed her quietly. Her chest heaved and she stopped. "You've been lying to me, Roxanne," I whispered. She gulped. "No," she responded in her own ghostly whisper. I turned her around and started pushing her over the desk. "What are you doing?" she asked, but I didn't stop. Her resistance weakened then stopped entirely. I pulled out a paddle from my briefcase and moved behind her. "I'm going to punish you now," I spoke calmly, then I brought the paddle down with a light tap on her ass. "What!" squeaked Roxanne. "Have you missed me?" I repeated. "No," she responded, so I smacked her again a little harder. "Ow!" she squawked a little louder. "Stop it." I noticed she wasn't moving out of the way, though. "Have you missed me?" I said yet again. Now she hesitated; she could feel the paddle hovering behind her. "Yes," she whispered. I took the paddle and rubbed it in gentle circles on her left cheek. "Good girl," I encouraged her as she sighed. "Have you missed my touch?" I started again. "No," she whimpered. 'Smack' came down the paddle and she yelped. "Must I repeat the question?" I asked. "Please," she begged but I spanked her ass anyway. "Ow!" "I'm ready to keep this up as long as you are, Roxanne," I informed her. She could feel my hand coming back. "No, please. I missed you."; she admitted reluctantly. "I missed you; I've missed your touch." she pled. Now, I was actually curious about this, her heartfelt confession. "Why?" I inquired. "I don't have anyone else.," She choked back tears. I leant over her again until I'm I was breathing in her ear. "I've missed you too," I told her. Roxanne moaned in response. "Now, are you going to take my punishment?" "But why?" she wondered. "What did I tell you about your body at the party, Roxanne?" I instructed her. "I -- you said I was attractive," she replied in confusion. "Have you been dressing like an attractive woman?" I questioned. That caused her some hesitation and some fear. "N- no," she stammered. "What am I going to do about that? You are clearly a highly attractive woman yet you dress in a way to hide yourself from the World," I taunted her. "I don't have any -- " she murmured. I leant back and reached down to the hem of her skirt. I pulled it up slowly, watching her squirm under my touch. "Please don't," she whimpered, but she offered no other resistance. I bunched up the skirt at her waist and looked down at her plain white panties. "How many buttons are left undone on your shirt?" I asked casually. "Two," she responded meekly. I hauled off and spanked her nearly exposed cheek. "Ow!" she squealed again. "How many buttons do hot women have openedleave open?" I questioned. "Three," she guessed. I spanked her other cheek but very lightly. "Oh," she moaned sexually. "Should your skirt come down to your knees with legs as nice as yours?" "Please don't spank me," she pleaded but I was not buying it. Smack. "Ow! Half way up my thigh," she yelped. "Half way up my thigh." "Was that so hard? All I want you to do is admit what a sexual creature you are," I informed her. "Can you do that for me?" "But -- " she began but I cut her off with a smack. "Ow! Please, I'm not -- I can't say it." Smack. "Ow!" "Let's try another way," I reassessed the situation. "Reach back behind you." She did and I led her questing hands to her sore butt cheeks. She touched them gingerly. "Rub them." "It hurts," she complained. I moved one hand aside and she knew she is going to be spanked again. "Wait, wait, I'll do it," she begged. She placed one hand on each cheek and began to cautiously rub each. "Describe them to me," I requested. "They are small-ish," she stumbled. I moved her hand aside and she trembled. "Wait, they are firm," she attempted. "They are well-formed like two small loaves of bread. They move with each step you take, back and forth, in a seductive rhythm when you walk. I'll forgive you for not knowing that. Do you trust my appraisal?" I questioned. "Yes," she responded with some bewilderment, but she did go back to rubbing her own backside. "Very nice?" I asked her. "Do they feel nice? Do you think other people would love to touch them?" She remained quiet so I smacked her again. "Ow!" she cried out. "Yes, please. I have a nice ass. Please don't hit me anymore." Instead of responding with words I rested the paddle on the small of her back and pulled her hands back to her chest level. Roxanne was trembling and starting to sob. I picked up the paddle again. "Please," she sobbed. I flipped it in my hand so that I was holding the paddle and had the handle sticking out. I rubbed the handle smoothly from the top of her ass crack languidly downward. Roxanne started breathing again, sighing in relief, but that relief soon turned to uncertainty as the paddle approached her private places. I drew the handle back up and she relaxed only to again be replaced by more rapid breathing as I rubbed all the way down to the space between her asshole and pussy. On the next trip down I rubbed all the way down to her pussy. I picked it up and sniffed it. Her womanly scent was strong so when I pushed it down yet again, I rubbed it along the underwear covered patch that was the dampest. Roxanne put her forehead to the desk and stifled a moan. "Does this turn you on, Roxanne?" I questioned, as I pressed her lips apart with the paddle. "Are you going to spank me if I give the wrong answer?" she whispered. "No, Roxanne," I responded softly to her. She hesitated for over a minute. "Yes," she said softly. "Does it disgust you?" she continued dejectedly. "It turns me on, Roxanne. In fact, it is sexy as hell," I confessed to her quietly. That admission made her squirm slightly. "I have to go now," I informed her. Roxanne propped herself up on her elbows and lookeds back at me through her blindfold. "Already?" she said with some desperation. She was aroused but I had no intention of interjecting sex into our relationship yet. "I'll contact you soon," I promised, as I pulled her up, turned her around, and placed my hands on either side of her jaw. Her lips opened and I kissed them tenderly. Roxanne groaned into me and she rested her hands on my hips, pulling me in tight, my erection tight between us. I let her go, backed away from her, and headed for the door. "Soon?" She begged. "Yes ; now don't take the blindfold off for thirty seconds," I explained. As my last action I gave her the white rose. I was well out off the main floor when I saw her come looking. (Third Encounter) Besides sitting a little funny for the next few days, Roxanne was a stunningly pleasant woman. Though blunt, she no longer went out of her way to belittle any of us underlings. The only disappointing thing that I noted personally was that she kept wearing the same drab clothes. I developed a plan which was equal parts bastard and erotic. First was a little game; I snuck a card and a rose into her room requesting a little show of faith. I asked for the bra she'd worn to the wedding. I wanted the set to return to her later, or so I claimed. With that done I set the my second part of my plan into motion. It took a bit of work and a hit to my bank account to pull this off in the next sixteen hours but I did it. The hard part was getting it in but work conspired to make that easier; Roxanne was called away to a meeting for most of the morning. Around lunch I made sure the coast was clear and snuck into her office. One White Rose Ch. 01 Sure enough, in a box beside her desk was her bra and a little note that said 'I have done as you asked.' My next bit of instructions was a bit more complex and so were my ambitions. 'You are sexy and I'm going to make you prove it. I have some clothes and lingerie for you to wear tomorrow. Make no alterations. I am aware what the clothes look like.' I hid the bra down in my car before the end of lunch just in case she became angry enough to come looking. After lunch Roxanne did come out of her office and look around, clearly trying to figure out which if any one of us it was who was doing this to her. She gave up in frustration but I had to wonder if she'd stop playing the game. My bet was I'd gone too far. I still left her a rose in the morning. I was wrong. Roxanne came in to the office looking like dynamite. A guy actually walked into a column and spilled his coffee all over himself. Roxanne had on six- inch black strapped heels, a short, tight black skirt, a sheer white blouse that was buttoned one button too far down by the simple expedient of my having me removed the other buttons, and a beige bra that made it look like she had nothing on underneath the shirt. The extra effects with the make-up were all her. The hilarious thing was that several guys and a few girls were making excuses to go by her office to see her. In order to avoid suspicion I was one of the crowd and I had to admit she looked smoking hot. I also noticed she had on that necklace from the wedding. I noticed she also kept trying to pull the shirt closed or the skirt down but they were purposely designed so she'd fail. My biggest sense of accomplishment came almost as hindsight. Roxanne raced out of the office at lunch time. At the time I thought it was just an attempt to get away, but when she came back still dressed to kill I realized she wanted to give her secret admirer time to come by her office for the next stage of the game. When Roxanne got back she found another white rose, a card, and a long section of white silk, similar to the ones used at the wedding. The card read: 'Tonight: Six o'clock -- you know what to do.' She was sitting in her chair blindfolded as requested when I walked in. Actually, I snuck in to see that she was indeed sightless but my last approach was done with a bit more confidence. "Hello?" she asked hesitantly. "Why would you doubt me?" I replied softly. She squirmed a bit and her skin flushed. "What are you doing?" she finally said after a long pause. "I'm looking you over. You look incredibly sexual; are you looking for sex? Is that why you are dressed like this for me tonight?" I questioned. "No." she denied. "I'm only doing what you asked me to do," she whimpered. I pulled her up gently from the chair. I kissed her once fully on the lips. "Don't lie to me; do you want to get fucked?" I insisted. "No," she gasped. "Let's see if you are lying to me," I responded. I started by unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it loose. Her breasts were small but firm and through the bra I could make out her small pink areolas and large nipples. "A man could spend a whole week on your breasts alone, couldn't they, Roxanne?" "I -- yes, they could," she moaned. I rubbed them through the thin fabric of the bra until her nipples were catching on the lace pattern. I took a moment to suck on the right one through the bra until the nipple was soaked. I turned her around when her arousal became evident and pushed her against her desk. "Bend over," I commanded. Roxanne put out her arms and lay out until her cheek was against the hard metallic surface. I took one arm and placed it behind her back without protest but when I grasped for the other one, she balked. "No," she begged. I slapped her hard on her skirt covered ass. "Ow!" "Give me your arm," I insisted, and Roxanne relented. Pulling out some of the same material she is blindfolded with I proceeded to tie her wrists behind her back. I then ran my hands down her sides, over her ass, and down her thighs. I pushed one ankle over to a corner of the desk and began tying her ankle to the leg. I repeated the process on the other side while she whimpered some more. "Are you going to hurt me?" she belatedly asked. "Yes," I lied. "It is too late for you now," which was also a lie. If she asked me to stop or even started screaming I would release her, but she had no idea of that. Roxanne started sobbing softly. I knelt down and pushed her already short skirt up over her butt to the small of her back. I began working over each ass cheek through her panties. I did run two fingers down to her snatch inside the band and found she was indeed very wet. "You are wet as hell," I commented. Roxanne groaned with embarrassment. "Do you want to be fucked or does the thought of being fucked get you aroused?" There is a difference. "I -- I want to be fucked," she admitted. "Why do you want to get fucked by me? You can get fucked by any man you want," I pointed out to her. "Men hate me. I haven't been on a successful date in years," she related with a pained, shaky voice. "Bullshit," I growled. "Look at you. Men want to run their hands over your body; they want to grab and bite your ass, suck on your tits, and fuck you until you scream. Do you want me to make you scream?" "Yes," she whispered. "So you are a sexual woman?" I asked. "Yes," she confessed. I spanked her ass so hard she cried out. "That was for lying to me," I instructed her. I yanked on her panties so hard the seams tore and the panties came free in my hand. Now she was totally exposed. I tilted her hips and take took a long dip with my tongue into her pussy. Roxanne immediately shuddered. When I found her clit I rolled it in my tongue and tickled it back and forth. Roxanne's little whimpering noises became a mewling of contentment. I didn't want her to get too comfortable so I slapped the other ass cheek but that had the opposite effect. She started humming louder. I shifted my emphasis to Roxanne's ass. Once my tongue crossed it she tried to move her hips out of the way with her limited mobility but failed; I slapped her ass again and she moaned. "Not my ass," she begged. "I've never done that before; it is disgusting." I slapped her ass once more. "You don't know what you are talking about," I scolded her. "This is sex and you deserve to know what it' is like." Roxanne gasped and choked back some tears but was otherwise quiet. I began working one finger in her ass, alternating with my tongue, in her ass while working over her cunt with two fingers and occasionally a thumb on her clit. "Aaahhh ..." came out of the blue from Roxanne. One second she was moaning and moving about and the next she was going nuts all over the table. Her vagina clamped on tight to my fingers and only chance saved my tongue and other finger from her ass. Roxanne goes at it for nearly a minute in one of most intense orgasms I'd ever seen. There was a lesson to be taught here and I began to administer it in earnest. Roxanne didn't think of herself as much of a woman and I was going to drag her sexuality to the surface kicking and screaming. After the first orgasm I untied her feet. I had no problem keeping her legs separated after that. I did no actual penile penetration; she never got my cock even when she begged for it. I used my fingers, tongue, a dildo, and a vibrator on her ass and pussy while kissing her deeply and letting her suck my fingers when she needed to rest. When she pleaded for me to stop I stopped, but I did ask is if she ever wanted to feel me again and she pleaded with me to carry on. After three hours I left her a wreck on her floor, naked and exhausted with only the blindfold on. "Are you fucking hot? Could any lover fall into your body and get lost all night? Do you burn brighter than the hottest star right now?" I whispered in her ear. "Yes," she rasped back. "Yes, yes." "Does everyone you meet want to possess you?" I urged her on. "Everybody," she blissfully grinned. "Do you want to be with me again?" I asked. "Yes," she moaned. "Take the blindfold off in thirty seconds," I told her as I untied her hands. "When will you be with me again?" she questioned between deep breathes. I went over to her purse and pulled out her wallet to get her home address. "When will you see me again, or will you see me again?" I taunted her. Roxanne gulped. "When?" She guessed. I laughed, which she took the wrong way. "What part about 'any lover could fall into your body and get lost all night' did you fail to understand, Roxanne?" I teased. She sighed with a tiny smile on her lips. "Do you want me?" I inquired. "Yes," she responded enthusiastically, if fatigued. "Well, I want you more," I informed her. I sensed a certain sexual afterglow permeate her body with that knowledge. "We will meet at your house, Saturday at six p.m.; I will take all weekend with you so don't make other plans," I continued. With that I took out one white rose and slipped it onto her palm. This time I was pretty certain she was too tired to chase after me, but I still exited quickly. I had some planning to do. One White Rose Ch. 02 (Thanks again to Frontma; editor extraordinaire) (*Even if we knew what we wanted we'd still be unsatisfied*) Roxanne Ferrier carefully took the last few steps to the front door of her house. She'd memorized the approach carefully all day long, including several tries blindfolded. Her whole body felt electric and was even more on edge now that the doorbell rang. It was time; it was her last opportunity to end this crazy turn her life had taken at the wedding so few weeks earlier. Only when she'd fully opened the door did it occur to her that if this wasn't her gentleman caller, this would be highly humiliating. For several seconds nothing was said. "Hello," Roxanne said cautiously. "I must say that you look stunning, Roxanne," the man's voice finally rang out. Roxanne certainly hoped she'd get some kind of positive reaction. She was in four-inch red heels, sheer red thigh-high stockings, a red G-string, and a gossamer full-length red robe that concealed nothing. Having opened the door to a total stranger would have been highly embarrassing indeed. "Move back five steps," he instructed her in that deep, throaty voice. Roxanne carefully complied. She was still getting used to walking in heels this high. As she took that last step she heard something heavy drop to the ground inside the door and then the door shut. She didn't sense him draw close until she felt his hands part her robe and his breathe upon her left nipple. He kissed it tenderly, then gently wrapped the tip of the nipple with his lips. Roxanne felt her body respond reflexively and a low moan escaped her lips. Dragging it out, he slowly pulled more of her aroused nipple into his mouth until he began flicking his tongue over the tip. Roxanne blindly reached out with both hands to pull his head in tighter to her bosom. "No," he commanded her. She imagined him standing over her as he pressed her arms to her side. "I need a large carpeted room," he informed her next. "To the left," Roxanne indicated with her head. Roxanne started to go that way when the man suddenly swept her up in his arms and carried her in that direction. Roxanne nestled her face into his neck and inhaled his scent. This mystery man smelt masculine with a hint of cologne and something she wanted desperately to become familiar with. She even realized how crazy that sounded but she was past caring. The man set her back on her feet and ran his hands over her throat and shoulders. "I love the robe but I think we'll have time for that later. Right now, I have a surprise planned for you tonight," he told her. "What is it?" she wished out loud. He responded by turning her slightly and swatting her bottom. "Ow," she gasped lightly; the smack was playful, not meant to harm. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you about it," he scolded her, then slid her dressing gown to the ground. He kissed Roxanne on her stomach and thigh as he reached down to put it somewhere else. Next he turned her around and began binding her hands behind her back. Finally, he began fooling around with her blindfold. She realized he was putting a second mask (a sleeping mask?) on top and then using hairpins to keep it in place. The man moved a few pieces of furniture, then pulled Roxanne to the center of the room and had her bend over and spread her legs. "Are you looking forward to this?" he whispered into her ear. Without knowing what it was, Roxanne nodded. He responded by pulling her G-string down and tossed it aside. "Tell me you want this," he asked. "I ... yes," she murmured. "Tell me," he repeated. "Tell me how much you want this." "I want this; I really want this night to work," she replied with urgency. The man kissed her deeply on the lips, their tongues dancing back and forth, and he drank deeply from her passion. Before moving away he caressed her right tit, pinching the nipple and bouncing its small mass in his hand. In the past she'd always worried about her breasts being too small but since her lover had entered her life, she'd begun seeing them as a perfect complement to her lithe form. With the attention he lavished on her breasts, she really got the feeling he loved every bit of them too. He guided her into a kneeling position, then she heard him moving off, and after a few more seconds she heard the sound of door opening. For a moment she had a doubt – a fear that he was leaving again. It took another second for her to realize the door hadn't shut and that the cool night air was entering her home. Roxanne didn't know what to make of that until she heard a van's sliding door open and several voices. All the voices were in whispers with some hushed laughter. As she heard the first person's shoes resonate off the hardwood floor, the man spoke. "Remember, don't talk too much and no names," he cautioned the newcomer. Roxanne's heart started thundering in her temples as her fear of being manhandled by a number of total strangers overtook her. This was more than she had bargained for. She found herself trembling and her lips opened to plead for this to end; her fear began to overwhelm her. "Trust me," the man surprised her, as he breathed onto her ear. "I'll be right here." Roxanne gulped and nodded her head. The next sound she heard was clothes being removed. Roxanne's ears strained to hear what was happening around her, catching the sounds of feet moving across the carpet toward her before the person's knee brushed against her own as that person knelt down. She shivered once, then nearly jolted backwards when she felt a hand press against her left breast. "Oh, nice," the new voice said. It was a woman's and very familiar. As Roxanne tried to place it, she noted the hand on her was tipped with well-manicured long nails. The female stranger's other hand playfully slapped her other nipple, causing Roxanne to moan with pleasure. That same hand worked its way down between her extended legs, lingering a moment at her belly button. "God, you are so slick," the woman giggled as she ran a finger along Roxanne's slit. 'Oh, hell,' Roxanne thought. She knew that voice and it belonged to Kimberly Wong, one of her workers. Roxanne felt betrayed and humiliated. Tears began to soak into her blindfold and she sobbed slightly. "Horny little slut, aren't you?" Kimberly teased. Despite herself, Roxanne found herself nodding. About that time she heard a second person undressing. Kimberly began rubbing her outer cunt lips as the second person came close. This time, she felt the heat of the person at her side, then rough man hands touched her stomach and waist. "She's a tight little thing," the second person said. It was another person who worked under her at the office, Roger. She couldn't stop another shudder passing through her frame. Before long, Roger's hands began rubbing against her ass and competing for attention around her cunt. "Hey," Kimberly chuckled, "I was here first." "Sorry," Roger laughed. "I will find some other part to play with." To emphasize the point, he cupped her ass, then slapped it hard. His hand on the front brushed up her stomach to her right breast and began mauling it. Being abused by her two employees was becoming too much for Roxanne. She felt herself on the verge of calling out to her mystery lover but hesitated out of the fear that all of this might be an elaborate trap for her. A third person was now undressing and a real dread was building up inside her. "Someone help me get under her," Kimberly asked. Roxanne could feel Kimberly fumbling between her legs but couldn't seem to get it right. As Kimberly sidled up against Roxanne's thigh, she felt the silk on Kimberly's face – she was blindfolded too, and if she was, Roger probably was also! 'They didn't know who they were fucking' Roxanne thought gleefully. Her next tears were tears of joy. They were having an office affair with her and had no idea; how deliciously erotic. The third person moved up to her left side, opposite Roger. His hands reached out to her head and turned her face toward him. While one hand held her head in place the other sought out her lips and rubbed his fingers along them, slowly forcing them open. "Stay just like that," the third person ordered Roxanne. It was Sandy, the worker whose wedding had started her whole relationship with her mystery lover going. Something pushed against her parted lips – his cock. He pushed it forward and she began taking it into her mouth, licking and creating suction with her lips. "Oh, fuck," Sandy exhaled. "What's going on?" Sandy's wife Julie called out. "Don't get carried away, guys. I want some of the fun too." There was the sound of clothes being hastily shed, then another body was radiating heat next to her. A feminine hand reached out and touched Roxanne's breasts, one conflicting with Roger's, but Roger gave way and began concentrating on Roxanne's back and ass. His lips on the back of her neck caused her body to undulate. For several minutes it went on like this, with Julie alternating between suckling on her breasts and kissing her when Sandy wasn't making her suck his cock. Kimberly was making serious progress on bringing Roxanne to orgasm all on her own, giving real credence to the rumors that Kimberly was a lesbian; she was so damn good at eating Roxanne out. Roxanne was successfully fighting off that orgasm until Roger stuck a finger against her anus. "Aaahhh ..." Roxanne screamed around Sandy's cock. "Did she just cum?" Sandy joked. "Damn straight she did," Kimberly answered, licking her lips. What followed was some kissing, licking noises, and Kimberly purring. "Thanks," Kimberly smirked. "I needed my face cleaned off." "No problem," the mystery man answered happily. Roxanne was conflicted emotionally about that; he was her lover after all. "Hey, can I get down there?" Julie requested. "I want to know what it's like." By 'it,' Roxanne assumed pleasuring her pussy. "Sure, but it is going to cost you," Kimberly teased Julie. The interplay made Sandy's cock twitch in Roxanne's mouth. Apparently, Kimberly exacting some sort of payment from his wife excited him. The thought of that made Roxanne bob her head even harder, driving more of his cock down her throat. "Arrgghh," Sandy responded to her efforts. "Hey J- ..." Roger began. "No names," growled the man. "Hey, can you help me back here? I want some of this," Roger demanded as he took two handfuls of Roxanne's ass and kneaded them painfully. "Go it," the man replied. There was some movement and a rummaging sound before she felt Roger shift around. "This feels weird," Roger chuckled. "What does?" Kimberly asked as she sat up. "He's putting a condom on me," Roger responded. A cool liquid squirted onto Roxanne's back just above her ass and began to cascade down right after that. A hand (Roger's?) reached out and began rubbing it along her ass and began to push a slick finger into her ass, making Roxanne jump again. As Roger was working her up, she felt a new set of hands wrapping around her thighs, pulling fresh lips to her pussy. "Wow," Julie said in amazement, "she's trembling." "Tear her up," Kimberly laughed. "Cumming," moaned Sandy as he grabbed Roxanne's head and began furiously face-fucking her. Roxanne struggled to breathe at the same time as she slurped more vigorously until she was finally on the receiving end of a strong blast of semen into her mouth and down her throat. "Oh, God, I wish it was Ms. Ferrier's mouth," Sandy gasped out between spasms. "Sometimes she's such a whiney bitch that I want to slam my cock right down her throat." Roxanne felt like biting Sandy's penis after that last comment but felt it wasn't worth ruining her evening. "Oh, yeah, she's a real piece of work," Roger joked. "Still, I wonder what she'd be like in the sack. Have you seen her tight ass? Man, I'd like to fuck that." "How would you shut her up?" Sandy inquired as he pulled his cock out of Roxanne's mouth, splashing the last of his seed over her face. "I'd find something to stick in it," Roger bantered. "I'd like to help with that," Kimberly offered. "She's got quite a tongue on her. I could put that to good use." That earned a round of laughs all around. Roxanne felt a warm cloth and a gentle hand clean off her lips. "Do you need a break?" her mystery man asked softly. Roxanne had to think about it; she was tired but the edge of exhaustion now excited her. She didn't want to reach her limit; she wanted to exceed it. She shook her head and smiled up at him, for which he rewarded her with a sensual kiss. "How's our date's cock-sucking skill?" Kimberly questioned. "Not as good as my lovely wife," Sandy answered, "but I wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning. She's got a very hungry mouth." Roxanne hoped her blush didn't show, then realized it didn't matter because only her lover could see if it did. "Can I get a piece of that 'hungry mouth', oh host of mine?" Kimberly requested. "Hmmm," the mystery man ruminated then, "okay, hold on a second." There was the sound of some sort of furniture moving around. Roxanne struggled to think of what it could be. "Come here," he said and Kimberly gave off a small grunt. "Spread your legs ... lean over like this," he dictated to Kimberly. "Now shift your back slightly." Roxanne felt two hands stroke the sides of her face before carefully pulling her forward and to the side until her nose touched flesh. As she was maneuvered down, she realized that she was touching Kimberly's ass. For a moment she flinched and the hands left her head, giving her freedom of movement. "What?" Kimberly questioned. Roxanne remained still and silent for several seconds before she nodded minutely. The hands led her forward once more and her nose reconnected with Kimberly's ass and slowly drifted down since Kimberly was either on all fours or belly down on a short table. Now she could smell Kimberly's unique aroma. Roxanne felt her mouth water inexplicably; her tongue tentatively flicked out and tasted Kimberly's flesh. "Mmmm," Kimberly sighed. "Is this your first time?" Roxanne didn't answer with words but with the action of snaking down until she felt Kimberly's molten folds. Somehow, she thought it would be worse -- different in an unpleasant way, but it wasn't. Somehow her mystery man had set her up for this by having her taste her own juices, savoring them. Roger pushed a second finger into her asshole, propelling Roxanne's nose and tongue into Kimberly's vagina abruptly. "Oh, yeah!" Kimberly exhaled. "That's the spirit." Roxanne was desperately trying to breathe through her mouth as Kimberly pushed back. "It sounds like everyone is having fun," groaned Sandy. "What about me?" "Give me a second," the man said gruffly. Roxanne felt Sandy move off and seconds later she heard Kimberly mumble and something push through her body into her. Kimberly and Sandy were making out; maybe Kimberly was bi-sexual then. Further ruminations on that situation were short-circuited by Julie maneuvering between her legs. "Mmmm," she murmured, then giggled. "I've never done this before. Are you sure ...you know ... she's clean?" Roxanne hardly had the time to be insulted before the man spoke. "I pre-selected this little co-ed and broke her in myself," her lover bragged. "She's never been with a woman before tonight, but then, it was hardly worth consulting her opinion, seeing as she exists solely to be our entertainment for the evening." "In that case, I'm going to tear me up some teenage ass," Roger laughed. He positioned one hand on Roxanne's hip and used the other hand to line up his cock with her anus. He thrust urgently and was inconsiderate of her pain. Roxanne screamed and pressed deeper into Kimberly's honey box. Kimberly moaned into Sandy's mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah," Roger and Kimberly said in an odd symmetry. Roger kept pushing and pushing until she felt his hips push against her ass. In a distracted manner, Roxanne discovered and was thankful that Roger wasn't that ... impressive in length or girth. Not that the sensation of being anally raped her first time out was at all pleasurable, but it was part of the experience her lover had laid before her. After all, she would have never expected she loved spanking as much as she did. It had been one hell of a night so far, Roxanne thought. Her lover had put his coat on her shoulders and placed her on her side, on the sofa while he took the others away. The man had even covered her with a light blanket before heading out. He promised to be back in thirty minutes so she was to keep the blindfold on, though she could go to the bathroom if necessary. Roger had turned out to be somewhat disappointing. He had little stamina or staying power and only came that one time for her; in her ass. He had spent most of the party drinking her wine, bitching about work, and trying to guess who was doing what to whom. The man even caught him trying to peek once. Sandy had been a much more active and attentive lover. Roxanne had intercourse with him once, on her back with Julie riding her face, and then gave him another blowjob right before they left. He'd even been kind enough to give her some of the wine he'd been drinking to deal with the aftertaste. Julie was definitely a lucky girl. Julie had been more timid but had opened up as the night and the wine-drinking progressed. Toward the end she and the man had been talking. She'd thanked him profusely for the opportunity and apologized for 'thinking he was a selfish ass' before this event. That was a piece of information Roxanne put away for future use. Kimberly had been the hardest on Roxanne, and the best too. She'd been hyper-aggressive and seemingly tireless. She'd blown the man and Sandy, gone down on Roxanne and Julie twice, been sexed-up by both women, and finished the night convincing Julie to have a lesbian three-way with her and Roxanne, which seriously had Roxanne reconstructing her preconceived notions of heterosexuality. Dealing with Ms. Wong at work was going to be difficult/interesting. She must have dozed off because the next thing she felt was his lips on her cheek. She turned her face upward and his lips brushed hers. "Should I let you get some sleep?" he inquired gently. "No, no, I haven't been with you yet and that is what I've really wanted all along," Roxanne sighed. "How was your gift?" he whispered. "I – what do I call you?" she mused. "I'm your lover; call me what you like," he murmured, before kissing her once more. "Lover – I was totally floored," Roxanne admitted. "I didn't expect anything like this, especially with that twist. Do they really not know who 'entertained them' tonight?" "Not a clue," he chuckled, then coughed. Roxanne had caught a hint of his true voice. "How did I do?" she teased him. She certainly knew how she felt she'd done. "Pretty much like a sexual locomotive," he applauded her. "So, do you really see me as a college co-ed?" she teased him once more. In response, he pulled the blanket back, lifted up his coat and gave her left butt cheek a hard slap. "Ow!" she cried out, but it was the answer she craved. "I think I should let you mature a little more before I rate you as a college party girl. I'll consider you a rising High School senior for now," he taunted her right back. He was kneeling beside the sofa so Roxanne did her level best to curl up around his body. "Roxanne, have I made your life better?" he asked out of the blue. She had to think about it; not because she doubted that her life was better but because this was the first time he'd spoken to her in a manner that showed a lack of the desire to dominate her. It was somewhat scary, leaving her anchorless for the first time in their relationship. One White Rose Ch. 02 I was also touchingly human and showed her another unlooked-for growth in their partnership. It was a preciously human gesture. "Yes," she reached out and after a few attempts, caressed his cheek. "You have made my life so much more complete and rich, Lover." He kissed her on the lips, his tongue pressing her hard and her tongue being playfully submissive. "May I make a request?" she inquired in a very coquettish and demur fashion. "You are far too beautiful for me to deny you anything at this time," her man responded. "Mmmm...thank you, but I am afraid you are being overly kind," Roxanne answered with a weary laugh. "Would you help me take a shower?" "Your hands are free," she could feel his teasing grin through the blindfold. "I could leave and let you handle that on your own." Roxanne's heart stuttered. She desperately didn't want him to leave. Despite her physical exhaustion and sore muscles, Roxanne didn't want this night to end. "Please stay," she whispered. "How could I leave?" he said before kissing her on the lips. "Your body has ensnared me and I will be lost in it all night." He was paraphrasing words he had used days earlier. Roxanne wanted to clean the fluids off her body and perhaps let the hot water regenerate her flesh before going to bed. When her lover affixed yet another mask, she thought it was overkill, then she knocked herself for not realizing he'd brought a waterproof device; thus her man had planned to stay all along. He compounded her delight by stepping into the hot spray with her and carefully rubbing her down. He started working behind her, soaping up her shoulders and back. When he reached for her tender butt, he became far more careful, yet failed to probe the sensitive area; he pulled her head around and kissed her while directing her hand to deal with the matter. The entire shower went that way; every sexually over-used erogenous zone was left to her care while he kissed her on the lips instead. She couldn't stop herself from reaching back as he rinsed her hair and felt his naked muscular frame so close. Roxanne let her hand slip south and quickly learned that he was highly aroused. It was something of a marvel to her; she'd wasted so much of her life thinking so little of her body because she wasn't tall, large breasted, and model-sexy. Tonight she had been offered up as a sexual plaything to people who had seen her for years. She had learned that they had found her sensual all along. When they had put their hands on her flesh, they had been excited by what they thought was a stranger – a young stranger at that. In essence, they had loved her body; it had aroused their ardor and left them wanting more. Roxanne knew none of her newfound confidence would have been possible if her lover hadn't come over to dance with her that night. She had felt so desperate and vulnerable even before the party, and lonely too. Now she was taking a shower after an orgy with a passionate younger man, and he was hot for her body. Even better, he was aroused by her, yet holding his desire in check out of concern for her. "Let's get out of the shower," Roxanne suggested. He put a hand on her shoulder, then spanked the hell out of her with his other hand. "I haven't had my fun yet," he whispered in her ear as he pushed her farther forward, bent at the waist. "Do you mean to tell me that you've been fucked enough already?" "I...I'm sorry," Roxanne chocked back a whimper. She bent farther over, extending her butt until it touched his hard on. "That's not what I want," he corrected. "Turn around." Roxanne did so quickly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her somewhat to the left then right. "That's enough," he said softly. "I...what?" Roxanne mumbled. "Looking at you so beautiful, naked and with the water cascading off your curves, is more than enough for me, Roxanne," he commented. "How many times do I have to impress on you how gorgeous you are?" Roxanne couldn't help but let a sexy smile slip by. She turned around and offer up her ass for a spanking. "Once more will hopefully suffice," Roxanne pleaded. Her lover dutifully spanked the offered butt cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. "Ow!" she squeaked. "What do you say?" he demanded. Roxanne had no idea what he wanted so she had to scramble for what might be the right answer. He had left her no clues...or had he? "I'm a pretty girl," she whispered. "Damn right you are," he hugged her and she wrapped him in her arms tightly. He cut off the water and opened the shower stall door. Roxanne wasn't able to recall exactly when she let him go, he dried her off and they retired to her bed.