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First Meeting Ch. 01

By: Uncle South Loop



1st Meeting - In Public

This story is one of three – my Trilogy on Internet Love: One Erotic “1st Meeting – In Private”, one Non-Erotic/Romantic “1st Meeting – In Private”, and one a letter “1st Meeting – Letter After”. All were written five years ago when I met and fell in love (the only time in my life) with a woman I met online. The first two were written before our one and only real life meeting. The last is a letter I wrote to her afterwards. The wonderful experience remains my most cherished memory. Coco, I’ll always love you…beyond.

PRELUDE

The words scrolled excitedly across the screen then stopped with a long noticeable pause. Resuming:

How close do you think we will be to your story?

TIIA! (There It Is Again) I dunno. We both know our own (and each other's) libidos and...........

It could be either "Sexual Healing" or "Ball of Confusion"??????????????

LOL

I'm more worried about it being a solo instead of duet "Hold on, I'm cummin'"

ROFL

Or even more scary… since I am somewhat older than you… the dreaded Erectile Dysfunction.

ED? ED!!!!!!!!!!!! No way, Baby. ED gonna be too scared to suit up!................................ Guaranteed! All my grooves and all my moves are at the TOP OF FORM for this!!!!! 

ROFL

It sounds like a little 'trash talk".

You bet it is, Baby and...........

I'm ready to bring you up and take you down like you've never REALLY been done before!............... I am focused to prove I am the best you'll ever have and when this is done, you won't be able to play any other competition!!!................................ I'm retiring you from the game. PERIOD!!!!!! 

ROFLMAO

"One on one, I want to play that game with you...."

Just you be there, Lover. Gotta go now to catch the plane. I'll call you when I get there - FOR REAL! BYE

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Of course I was nervous and frightened. And, I knew she was too. The bravado of our morning chat was our way of covering the tension. We BOTH knew because of our special TIIA (There It Is Again) connection. How could we not be? What had begun as two people sharing LOLs had turned most improbably into something that jolted the both of us. Some may call it a mutual obsession. If that were true, then everyone should be so fortunate - just once in their lifetime. For us, our love was REAL. We had loved each other in every way but one. Today, we would heal the pain of our deep yearning. Today, the last barrier would be removed. Today, we would physically give ourselves to each other.

My hand shook as I answered the phone and heard, "I am here. The room number is 5321. I love you and want you"

"I love you. I will be there in twenty minutes."

In that short time, her love and my excitement overwhelmed my fear. I knock on the door and she opens it to me. I freeze, for a brief moment, as she is more beautiful than any picture she has sent me. I recover to enter and shut the door behind me. We embrace and kiss. Standing intertwined, time stands still. Our bodies press deeper into one another. Our kiss becomes more passionate. Our need is all consuming.

After what seems an hour, we brake off. With our hands still on the other, we move a short distance from the hall to an empty space on the side of the bed. We stand at arm's length, facing the other with our eyes drinking in each other's full length. I undo the buttons of my shirt as your hands go to the buttons of your blouse. I pull off my undershirt as you reach behind you to undo the clasp of your black lacy bra. I gasp as you slide the bra straps off your shoulders and exposing your full, naked breasts. My hands reach out and my fingertips trace the soft cheeks of your face, your wetted lips, your chin and downward to the sides and front of your neck. You mirror my movements on my body.

Our open palms sweep gently over each other's shoulders, then draw across our upper chests. As I cup the lower edge of your breasts with my hands, your fingers brush through the hair on my chest. I run my open palms around the side edges of your breasts then I space my fingers and draw each one across your rising nipples. You find my own nipples and flick them with your fingertips causing them to harden. I feel another hardening down where I am still clothed.

I lean forward and flick each nipple several times with the tip of the tip of my tongue. I insert my hands inside both waistbands of your slacks and panties and then, bending over, slide them down. My palms trail across your bare hips and then down the outside of your legs to your ankles. You steady yourself by placing your hands on my shoulders and I remove and toss your clothing aside. Kneeling before you, I brush your mound of pubic hair with my face and my hair. You spread your legs slightly and my senses know you are aroused. I plant kisses on your slit and taste your warm, growing wetness.

I stand and your hands undo my belt and zipper. Your hands move inside my shorts and you struggle to lift them out and over my hardness. You kneel and, using your shoulders to steady myself, I lift my feet out of my shoes as you slide my pants, under shorts and even my socks off and away from my feet. Your lift your head level with my shaft, your eyes upon it it's growing hardness. One of your hands cradles my balls while the other gently runs up and down my length. I look down to see a drop of precum form at my center opening and your tongue flicks out to capture the droplet take it into your mouth. You kiss the head of my shaft then swirl your tongue around its dome. I reach down and, over powering your resistance, I pull you erect to kiss you and we press our naked bodies against each other. This time, we go beyond urgency and into hunger.

You break our kiss and embrace then you move lying face up on the fresh sheets of the turned down bed. You lift your arms beckoning me to you. I lie upon you as your legs spread and encircle me. The underside of my hardness presses against your now slippery, hot vaginal lips. Our mouths surge forward at one another's with frantic lunging. You push my head back and whisper hoarsely; "I want you in me NOW!"

I lift my hips and guide my cock to your opening. Your fingers spread the lips apart exposing your glistening inner redness. I slide the tip of my cock inside and stop for I am so aroused that I cannot will myself to hold back - even if you are not ready. Your mouth is racing over my face; my cheeks and my neck planting kiss after kiss. With your hands holding my head, you thrust your hips up moaning, "No wait longer."

Your legs pull me into you hard. After only two strokes, your hips buck and we freeze with our powerful orgasms. We both groan from the intensity as you continue to buck and I shoot powerful bursts deep inside you. We are both panting from our sudden exploding eruptions at the union of our bodies. Your back is arched and you are moaning in pleasure. The fluid of our joining flows out down my balls and into the crack of your cheeks. I hold still as your thrusts abate. I feel the rippling shudders of your body meeting my declining spurts. Your shivers continue but subside in their force. Against my will, my flow tapers off and my hardness begins to soften. I move my upper body to my side to allow the both of us to take in needed air. You whimper as my shrinking shaft begins it's slow retreat.

As our breathing becomes less labored, we succumb to our bodies need for rest. We surrender to the weariness caused by all the months of yearning and the weight of the day's tension. So quick is our first physical love because our need was so great and our want so deep. We are defeated by sleep with our arms upon the other.

Sensing you are not next to me, I awaken. I feel ashamed that I could not prolong our first union and caress and stroke you in the after glow of our release. My love for you is so great. And to fall asleep so quickly, I wonder if you are beginning to have doubts. I hear your footsteps and feel your body return to bed. After you settle in, I roll on my side towards you opening my eyes. Our eyes meet and, in one motion, I lay you back and kiss you. You open your mouth and you glide your tongue over both my lips then insert it into my mouth. I am elated at your being so responsive. My prior doubts are dispelled. I consciously will my body to focus on giving you pleasure. I WILL atone for my prior haste. Our kiss becomes more passionate as our tongues meet and move around each other. I feel your fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck. I touch your cheek gently with my hand. My other hand finds the center of your breast and I catch your nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It swells from my touch. I move to your other breast and find the nipple is already erect and I give it a gentle tug.

I pull away from your lips and move against the pressure of your hands to plant three kisses on your neck. I trail a path of kisses on your shoulders and then downward to between your breasts. I use my wet tongue to make circles on your breasts moving from their edges towards their center. I look up and see you have your head drawn back and hear you release small moans of pleasure. Using my lips and tongue, I suckle your nipples that are now very hard. I lightly scrape their sides with my teeth.

I resume my path downward with my lips moving over your stomach and waist. My chin feels your pubic hair as I continue to descend planting then moving my lips. I reach your slit and can feel the heat and moisture that I have stimulated from your body. I rejoice as I am giving you pleasure. I taste your wetness as I lick up and down your swollen outer vaginal lips. Your body replaces what I take in faster than my tongue can wipe it away. Using my fingers, I spread open your glistening folds and lap hungrily at your inner walls. Your wet coating is now thicker. I cannot swallow your sweet tasting juice as fast, as I want, for it is flowing more rapidly over what is exposed.

You bring your hands to the back of my head to pull me at you. I locate your hardened clit then rub it lightly with the tip of my tongue. You gasp and moan louder as your thrash your head. Your hips buck up into my face as you cum. Your body continues to shudder as you hoarsely call out, "In me."

I rise up as you get to all fours. You bend over and rest your head on your arms folded on the pillow. You spread your legs apart and I move to you on my knees. I run one hand over your back and cheeks as I grasp my hard engorged shaft with the other and rub its head between the wet folds of your slit. I find your entrance and insert the head. My now freed hand joins the other to stroke your back, hips and cheek. You push back taking me deep inside you and I groan in pleasure. Your hot, wet insides envelop my cock. I clasp your hips and begin my thrusts...in and out...in and out...in and out. Your hips fall into a rhythm with my plunges. Your body writhes with repeated quakes. I erupt inside you. We tremble from the intensity of your orgasms. My cum continues to spurt as I thrust even harder in and at you. I collapse on your back, as I can no longer move. I am still pulsing inside you into the large pool we have made. We are both panting and can neither move nor speak.

Our bodies slowly calm. I am spent but still feel small trembling waves sweeping your body. The power of lovemaking causes my shaft to quickly shrink. Although you groan lowly in protest, my shaft slips out. We join in an embrace and I whisper, "I love you." 

You answer, "And I love you."

Time has passed and I waken to your warm, wet lips and tongue upon cockhead. I feel your hand softly massaging my balls. I become more alert and start to respond to your mouth and hand. My eyes now opened, I see you bent over on all fours working upon my thickening shaft. I am amazed that you can still arouse me again so soon after. You look into my eyes as I rotate my body to allow me to touch your naked body. I reach out with one hand to caress your hanging breasts and I tweak your already rigid nipples. Using the other hand, I softly run my fingertips over your vaginal lips surprised at finding them wet again.

I flick and lightly squeeze your nipples with my fingertips. Using the three middle fingertips of my other hand, I press on your folds at the top of your slit until feeling the hard nub beneath. I rub the three in a slow circular motion and you moan on my cock. As I continue to pressure your clit, you take all of my hardness into you mouth. Its tip is pushed down the entry to your throat. Your hips suddenly jerk and I am happy that I am pleasing you once more. You suck harder on me and your moans emit tingling sensations on my hardness. It swells to stretch my skin. You began to bob your head up and down rapidly taking me in and out of your mouth.

In one frantic movement, you scramble up over me to straddle my hips between your thighs. Your bend my wet cock to line it up with your opening and then lower yourself down taking me inside you. You lean back as my hands move to fondle your breasts. Your body shudders and you bathe my shaft with a wet flow. You bend forward on my chest to kiss me passionately then lie on me and begin to pump your hips up and down - again and again. You stop suddenly feeling my own orgasm erupt within you. Our need of breath causes our mouths to part. Our bodies, together as one, jerk then shiver in wave after wave of our love. We are suspended in a state of TOTAL PLEASURE. And though we are one and there is no need for words, I vow "I will love you forever". 

Will we follow the story line?........to be determined and continued WHEN (NOT if) IT HAPPENS FOR REAL.

First Meeting Ch. 01



I pulled into the parking lot, looking for your truck, and my first glimpse of you. There were several trucks in the lot, but only one red Ford, and it was parked in the back as you said you would be. Pulling in next to it, I could sort of see you through the windows, but not well enough. It didn't matter though since you recognized my Jeep and got out, coming over to get your first look at me. I hurried out of my car, so eager to finally see you in person, and was momentarily taken aback at just how tall your 6'2" actually is when standing next to my 5'4". All I could think was 'wow.' 

For me, it was all very awkward - I had no clue how to act around this stranger that I knew so intimately, and who knew me the same. Mentally reminding myself that you were the same wonderful person I'd been dying to meet for nearly two months, I looked up at you, smiled, and said hello, foolishly wondering if I should introduce myself. Just what is the etiquette involved in this, anyways? 

You, thankfully, were not so intimidated. Or at least you were very good at letting on that you were not. You had been very self-assured about this meeting all along, and blessedly continued to be so, letting me take from your example and grow calmer. You said hi in return, and that we should go inside where it's warm, and have some coffee. Smiling, I agreed, and we walked toward the building, peeking at each other along the way. 

We got in line and made small talk while waiting our turn at the counter. Later, I remembered none of what we said, it was so meaningless. It's purpose was to get us used to actually speaking out loud to each other, to turn each of us into real people and not bits of imagination. And it did it's job. Once we had our coffees and took a seat by the window, sitting across this little table from each other, I felt much more at ease around you. 

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes while we took in the person across from us. I don't know what you were seeing, but I was looking at someone whose face I wasn't able to take in as a whole...I could only look first at your eyes, those eyes I'd never seen before, even in your picture. I saw the beginnings of fine lines at their edges and wanted to reach out and touch them, feel them be real under my fingertips. I saw the intensity of your gaze as you looked at me in return. And then and there, my heart did this little pit-a-pat thing, and I knew you for the person I'd come to know. 

We continued with the small-talk, taking sips of our coffees during the silent moments, always searching each others faces, as if looking for...something. There was so much I wanted to say to you but couldn't find one word of it to speak out loud. Still though, we talked. Well, you mostly, but so be it. As we hit another bit of dead air, I saw a glint come into your eyes. I looked a question at you, and with a smile, you quietly asked me if I was wearing a bra. Yikes! I had forgotten all about that - I had told you I wasn't going to be wearing one, and sure enough, I wasn't. 

With a small, embarrassed laugh, I shook my head, quickly looking at the people around us to see if anyone heard you. No one was leering at me or looking shocked, so I assumed it was safe. Feeling foolish for feeling embarrassed, I took a mental deep breath and looked up at you, meeting your gaze, and found myself smiling in return. I was secretly pleased you remembered, and hoped you were pleased as well for my having done as I said I would. 

Smiling more, you then told me to show you. I had a moment of panic, thinking you were expecting me to take my shirt off in the middle of Dunkin Donuts, but then realized that you were just asking me to open the bulky sweater I was wearing as a jacket. With another nervous glance around, feigning a bravado I didn't feel, I smiled back at you, sat up straighter, and slowly unzipped my sweater. As I pulled the sides away from my front, I looked down and had another moment of panic. There was a reason I had kept my sweater zipped up, and it wasn't because of being braless - I had long-since forgotten about that.

It was chilly in that place. 

Let me just state here for the record that I've got some good-sized nipples. When I'm cold, as I was then, they boink right out there, even when I'm wearing a bra, though admittedly not as much then. But that night, there was no mistaking me for a bra-wearing woman. There they were, in all their half-inch glory, pulling my shirt taut so that the material clung to the tops and sides of my C-cup breasts, stretching over and distinctly defining my nipples, and clinging some more to the roundness below before falling off into space. I was mortified. 

You were pretty surprised too. I could tell that you weren't expecting to see that. I looked up at you and saw, for the briefest second, that you had lost some of your calm and cool composure. I looked down again and realized why - you could also see the faint, dark outline of my aureole through the ivory colored shirt. I hadn't thought about that when deciding to what shirt to put on - it simply went best with the pants I wanted to wear that night. 

Taking a real deep breath this time, I sat back and stared you straight in the eyes. Or tried to...you were still staring at my chest. This made me smile, and feeling a bit naughty, I took another deep breath, this time to get a reaction. And it got a good one. I could see you tearing your eyes away while shifting a bit in your seat, and I knew you had your own bit of inappropriate hardness to deal with. 

Once more our eyes met and I could see the approval in yours. All you said was 'very nice,' with a bit of a comic leer, and we carried on our conversation, picking up where we had left off. I peeked around some while we were talking, to see if anyone else had noticed, and decided that they hadn't. Unless you were directly across from me, my chest was probably still hidden from view by the sides of the sweater. I think you must have noticed this too, because during another lull, you told me to just take the sweater off. 

Thinking to myself, 'in for a penny, in for a pound,' I set my coffee down and shrugged the sweater off, hanging it on the back of the chair. In turning back to look at you again, I couldn't quite summon up the same level of indifference to being so on display. It took everything in me not to pick my coffee back up in both hands and hold it up in front of me. So I left it sitting on the table, placed my hands in my lap, and hoped you couldn't see them twisting and turning in anxiety. 

Sitting back, I watched you. We continued to talk, but your eyes kept roaming between my chest and the window behind me, watching everyone else, seeing others reactions in the mirrored reflection. Every so often you'd smile this devious little smile, and inside I would cringe, knowing just why you were smiling. For my part, I refused to look at anyone else. If anyone was noticing my blatant bralessness, I didn't want to know. I either looked you in your eyes when I could, or stared down at the table top while your eyes gazed elsewhere. 

Eventually you finished your coffee, set the cup down, and asked if I was ready to go. Silly question, I thought. I turned to grab my sweater and purse off of the back of the chair, setting the purse on the table, and standing so I could put the sweater back on. You reached out and took the sweater from me, and I ignorantly assumed you were going to help me put it back on. Instead, you draped it over your arm and held out your hand for me to take. I just looked at you and started laughing, somewhat inappropriately, but it couldn't be helped. Not wanting you to think I was laughing at you, I took your hand, squeezing it tightly in mine, and brought it to my lips so I could give you a soft kiss, and just shook my head in answer to your questioning look...I would explain later.

Bravely suffering this final humiliation, we walked across the floor, me bouncing away as I tried to keep up with your long stride, and thinking to myself that it doesn't matter - I don't know any of these people and will likely never see any of them again. As we walked along the sidewalk outside, one of the cars was getting ready to leave. Just as we passed in front of it, it turned on it's headlights and all I could think was that anyone sitting inside and looking out just then would see a perfect silhouette of my bare breasts. I started to laugh once more and picked up my pace to catch up with you. 

By the time we got to your truck, I was shivering violently. It was the middle of November, after all, and not a night for running around in just a thin shirt. We got into your truck and you started it up, telling me the heat would be up in a few minutes, and pulling me close to you for warmth. I snuggled right up against you, climbing up onto your lap so I could burrow in under your coat with you, and felt your arms wrap tightly around me. What a wonderful place to be, I thought as I closed my eyes. Warm...safe...I was completely at peace in that place and time. We stayed that way for a few minutes, with me resting my cheek against your chest, practically purring with contentment while I listened to the soft thump-thump of your heart. 

You started to pet me then, slowly running one hand across my short hair. I opened my eyes and pulled back away from you, so we were looking straight at each other, just a couple of tiny inches separating us. You brought your hand around, softly rubbing my cheek and neck, never taking your eyes from mine. It was the most wonderful feeling, and as I leaned in to your touch, in turn rubbing against your hand, I knew that this was where I was meant to be. 

Leaning forward, I tentatively pressed my lips to yours, and was thrilled when you kissed me back. I brought my hands out from under your coat and reached behind your head, running my fingers in your hair and pressing you harder against me. The kiss gained in intensity, swiftly moving from soft little probes to hungry takings and not too gentle bites. I felt you start to grow hard under me and ground down against you, wanting to feel you there between my legs. I was already so wet down there, and wouldn't have been surprised if you could feel it as well, dressed though we both still were. 

You took both of my breasts in your hands, roughly squeezing them, rolling my still-hard nipples between your fingers, pinching them, and drawing moans of pure pleasure out of me. Feeling like an animal in heat and completely tuning out the real world around us, I began to unbutton my shirt, wanting to feel you against my skin, fumbling in my need until you reached up and simply pulled the two sides apart, sending buttons skittering across the seat. I swear I heard you growl as you took one of my breasts in your mouth, sucking hard and biting down, your need as great as mine. 

I leaned forward so that I could take my shirt off completely, and while up close to you, whispered in your ear that I wanted you in my mouth. At that, you stopped and looked up at me for a moment, perhaps seeing whether or not I was joking. I reached my hands down between your legs, taking hold of you through your jeans as best I could, rubbing and squeezing your cock and balls, telling you that I was quite serious. You shifted around so that your back was to the door, gently pushed me off of you, opened the front of your jeans, and pulled your cock out. 

Crawling back to kneel between your legs, I wrapped one hand around your cock, with the other cupping your balls, savoring the feel of you and loving how you looked, not quite believing that I had you here, finally, after all this time. As I leaned down to take you in my mouth, I closed my eyes, wanting to shut out all other distractions except for taste and touch. Wetting my lips, I softly kissed the head, felt a drop of moisture there, and slowly licked it off, rolling the taste around in my mouth before going back for more. 

Once more I kissed you there, this time letting my lips part and glide across your head as I moved my mouth down farther, stopping when I felt your ridge beneath my lips. Slowly turning my head from side to side, I ran my tongue over you, dipping into your wet hole, tracing the valley leading down from there, and running my tongue around your ridge as I moved my lips farther down your shaft, softly sucking all the while. As I softly kneaded and rolled your balls in my one hand, I circled the base of your cock with my other, gently but firmly squeezing you there and pulling your skin taut. 

I continued to rhythmically squeeze you with both hands as I started to move my head up and down your cock, slowly increasing my speed, and always letting my tongue roam where it would. After a few moments of this, you lightly placed your hands on either side of my head, not sure if I'd object to this or not. I didn't at all, and let you know with a low moan of pleasure that I wanted you to take hold and move me, that I really liked the idea of you fucking my face rather than me simply doing my thing on my own. And that's just what you proceeded to do. 

Gripping my head tightly, using my hair as leverage, you started to move my mouth faster up and down your cock, pushing me down further while thrusting up into me. I started moaning at how much of a turn-on this was for me, and felt you respond to the vibrations. I heard you start moaning as well, and then heard you tell me you were going to cum. I knew you weren't sure if it was all right to cum in my mouth, that you never quite believed me when I told you that it was what I wanted, so I simply started to suck harder, trying to draw your cum out of you, letting you know that I most definitely wanted you to let go in my mouth. 

With a shudder I could feel vibrating through your whole body, you started to cum. I felt the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat and started swallowing reflexively. The feel of me swallowing triggered something primal in you, and with a very guttural groan you pushed down hard on my head, letting your body continue to thrust up into my mouth as wave upon wave of pleasure pulsed through you. 

It was amazing. You'll never understand just how inherently satisfying it is for me to do that to you, to cause that kind of a reaction in you; that it gives me an orgasm of sorts as well, but one that's centered in my heart, not my cunt. I kept my mouth around you as you started to calm down, softly sucking and licking up the last droplets as they trickled out, feeling you twitch and grow soft between my lips. 

When your breathing slowed down some, I reluctantly took my mouth from you and crawled up so that I was once more back in your lap, wrapping my arms and legs around you, burying my face down against your neck, feeling your pulse beat a slow tattoo against my cheek. We rested like this for a few minutes, each of us needing the quiet time for our own reasons, before you gently pulled me away from your neck and softly kissed me...on my lips, and cheeks, and down my neck, before returning to my lips. 

I pulled away from you, smiling what felt like a truly goofy, post-coital-bliss smile, and looked around as reality sank back in with the fact that I just blew you in what is basically a glass box in a public parking lot. And sure enough, I saw a guy sitting in his car not too far away, raising his cup of coffee in a mock toast, and grinning like the Cheshire cat. I buried my face against your neck again - this time in embarrassment - and once more I started to laugh, overwhelmed with what I'd just done, and trying to wrap my mind around the fact that there was a witness to it all. 

This time you asked me what was so funny. Still giggling, I told you that it's only a nervous reaction, that sometimes I just get struck with the sheer absurdity of a situation - in this case, the fact that I was sitting half-naked in a car with a near total stranger, whom I just eagerly went down on, and with an apparent onlooker to boot - and it strikes me as funny. It's either laugh or go into a full-blown panic. 

You think about this a moment and start to chuckle too, and I was relieved that you could see the humor in it. Reaching for my sweater you put it on me, covering my nakedness from further prying eyes, and saying that you hoped I hadn't noticed that guy, but was glad I was ok with it since I had. Not like I had any choice at that point, but yeah, I was ok with it. And truth be told, was surprisingly turned on at the thought of it, since it was safely over. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around me, your hands on my ass, you asked if we could go to my place - it was your turn to taste me and make me cum. Feeling a tingle down between my legs at the thought of that, I slid off your lap so I could put my seat belt on, growing wet again at the thought of your tongue exploring my cunt. 

As you put the truck in gear, you grinned over at me, letting me know you were up to something. Telling me that since I'd already had a stranger see my breasts and no harm came of it, would I mind terribly making the drive home with no pants on? Grinning back, I started to unbutton my pants as we pulled out of the parking lot.



First Meeting Ch. 01



You're already in the restaurant looking at the door waiting for me. I'm probably in the car freshening my lipstick. I walk in looking for you – not sure if from the one picture I'll know you when I see you or vice versa. But, of course, that's all made moot when we spot each other. I walk over to the table where you stood up to greet me with a happy smile, a warm hug and a sweet kiss. You hold my hands out just so we can get a look at each other then motion me to sit down. And it begins....

"I can't believe we're finally here," we say almost at once. But thank goodness you keep my hand removing whatever nervousness I had leaving me only with the desire that's been there the whole time. The waitress comes we order our coffee and light breakfast. You whisper, "Are you, ready, Summer?" I look in to your eyes so you can see that I'm as ready as I could be not knowing how wonderful transition from fantasy to reality could be. "I think you're already ready. I think you're already feeling the arousal. You know that I can give you immeasurable pleasure and you're dying for it. Is that right, Summer?" 

As always your words sends my lust in to overdrive. My breasts feel like they are pushing against my top, my panties, which I picked out so carefully, are now getting very moist. I unconsciously squirm and that gives you the answer you need. You have a cocky smile which I love. "Tell me, did you cum at all this morning? Or did you wait for me?" 

"I didn't cum this morning, although now I wish I had," I responded.

"Why is that?"

"I may have a little more control of myself right now." I blush. Your little confident laugh lets me know that I wouldn't even have control then. 

"No control, Summer? Does that mean you're already wanting it? Wanting that first orgasm to, as you say, will give you a bit more control? I have a newsflash for you, Summer. None of your orgasms today will give you any control. You'll know who is in control here, but I think you already do. You listen to each word and get a bit more aroused, wetter, and more in need."

You were right – I was dying already. Your proximity, the smell of you – clean and all male – and, of course, your words, were driving me insane. I wanted to skip breakfast and go upstairs. But you would have none of it. The coffee and food were before us – somehow appearing without me realizing it. "Eat, Summer. You'll need your energy."

I took a bite of whatever I ordered and a sip of coffee. You bent down and kissed my neck melting me a little bit more. Then I hear softly whispered in my ear, "Summer, will you stay wet for me all day? Do you want to feel what you do to me?" You took my hand and put it on your jeans protruding from your hard cock. I gasped. Another gentle kiss on my neck – another gasp. "Is that what you want, Summer? You'll have it.....in my time. You're not ready yet. You don't need it enough yet." You sit back up as if nothing happened while I was coming completely undone. I had no touching to myself and I felt the familiar build not understanding how this man who I've never met before can have this effect on me. You decide that we need to sit closer and you keep my hand on your jeans feeling each throb and pulse through your nicely worn jeans. "You like feeling that, don't you, Summer? You like knowing how aroused you get me and you like to imagine where that cock will take you. But it is ME who will take you places today, Summer, the cock is just a tool." I'm reacting visibly now and I can't believe the need. "You want to cum, don't you, Summer. Right here at the table, you can't stop it, but you must. You'll need my permission. I have to decide you're ready, deserving." I'm clenching my fork with one hand, feeling your throbbing cock through your jeans in my other. Your hand is on my hand there, not letting me rub, just keeping it right there. "You'll ask me for it, Summer, maybe even beg me. Your body is overriding your mind right now because you love being wrapped up in the physical. You feel this good because you allow it – open to the glorious feelings good sex can give you." 

"I am so close....." 

"You mustn't cum until you ask and I give my permission, Summer."

"Please. Please let me."

"Are you ready? Are you sure? You're in public, dear. Do you want to run the risk others might know what you're doing? What you are? Someone who can't even have enough self-control to get to the room? Or do you even care? Your body is craving the release. The power of it. The sheer force of it. Now, Summer? Are you ready now?" You see the sheer need in my eyes, which hide nothing. "Cum for me, Summer. Right now. Cum hard!"

And I did. My body just imploded right there at the table. Clenching and bending the fork. Pushing my one hand down on your cock. 

And that was just the first one.........



First Meeting Ch. 01



It had been months since Gene and I had begun talking on the net and though we were both a bit apprehensive about it we decided to meet. The restaurant was a nice, simple affair and there was no pressure on either side to take steps any further than just this...talking, laughing and relaxing with a newfound friend..

As we first sat down, I glanced at my watch, wondering how long I could handle being out and the center of attention as usually I was quite shy and almost always felt very inept at conversation. Looking across at Gene, I saw a man who was both good looking and who knew more about me than most of my "real" friends did. A part of me was feeling apprehensive and yet another part was excited with this meeting. I thought, he seems so easy to talk to on the net and the phone, is there going to be any difference now that we are face to face?

We spent hours talking and both found ourselves losing time as we focused on the enjoyment of each other's company. I was surprised to find the waiter back at our table and tactfully telling us that the restaurant would be closing shortly. We both glanced around and I was embarressed to see that we were the only ones left. Both Gene and I laughed about it as he and I were headed for the door. Neither of us had ever had something like that happen before!

In the parking lot, we seemed to just gravitate towards each other and he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a close hug. I tipped my head up as he bent his down and we shared a hesitant experimental kiss. Neither of us had planned for this to happen but I think deep down inside, we both were really hoping for it. 

As Gene started to suggest "Would you like to..." I was asking "What do you think about...." both of us stopped and laughed at each other. 

I said "You go first, hon." 

Gene asked, "Would you think me so bad to ask if you would like to go back to my room so we can talk some more?" 

I looked up at him and grinned as I said "Sure...On ONE condition" 

Gene kinda looked a bit surprised and said "What is that?" 

I said, "Only if I can have some more kisses." 

At this, Gene laughed and said, "You can have ANYTHING you want, Gayle!"

I followed him to his motel, my heart pounding in my chest and my hands feeling all sweaty and cold at the same time. I wondered if Gene felt the same way I did and was willing to take the next step and if he was nervous at all. Meanwhile, in his car, Gene was wondering if he had read my signals right or if I was just flirting around without really meaning anything by it. He was ALSO nervous. This was NOT something he had ever done before and it was exciting as well as scary.

When we reached the motel, Gene pulled his key card for his room out of his wallet and slid it to unlock the door. If I hadnt been watching closely, I would have missed the slight shake that was there. That put my mind at ease very quickly and I relaxed and took a deep breath in anticipation.

The room was very simple, with a queen size bed and a bath/shower as well as a TV. There was a table as well as 2 chairs but they didnt look too comfortable. We both opted to sit on the bed to talk. I found myself telling Gene things I had never shared with anyone, about my hopes and dreams, about my fantasies and about my lack of sexual experience as well. 

At that, Gene spoke up. He said, "Gayle, there is NOTHING to feel bad about with not having a lot of experience."

Then, he leaned towards me and kissed me again and I began kissing him back, passionately. Next thing I knew, we both exploring with our hands as our mouths continued kissing. 

I began to blush and turn away when I felt Gene's hands unbuttoning my shirt. I was so embarressed about having large breasts. They had been something I had always been teased about and I took special care to always dress and hide them as well as I could with bulky clothes. Gene stopped me from turning and at the question I saw in his eyes, I explained my problem, telling him that I felt embarressed enough about the way most of my body looked but that I was most embarressed about my breasts. He kissed me gently and then leaned down and dropped kisses on my neck, working his way lower and lower until he was directly over my nipple with his mouth. 

Then he looked up and said, "Gayle, you are BEAUTIFUL and sexy and if you weren't, we wouldn't be here."

I blushed and then gasped as he slid my nipple in his mouth and bit down gently on it. As he was sucking on my one nipple, he was playing with the other with his hand, flicking the nipple and rolling it between two fingers. I thrust my chest out in pleasure and just enjoyed all the feelings going on inside me. After he thouroghly erected the first nipple, he moved to the second and proceeded to do the very same thing to that one as well. I began moaning as I began to feel ripples going through my body from the pleasure.

This was NOTHING compared to the noise I made as he began dropping licking, nipping kisses down my stomach, and to my hot, damp pussy.He laid kisses on each thigh and then looked up at me and silently asked my approval. I was DYING to feel his lips against my clit and I nodded slightly to his upraised eyes and then lifted my hips to help him finish removing my lace panties and the pants I had on.

When he removed them, he looked down and then back up at me, smiling because he found me clean shaven and after running a finger lightly between my lips he also discovered I was wet as well. Then he dipped his head down, spread my thighs and used his tongue on my clit until I was out of control of my body and bucking up and down from the pleasure. 

I begged him to fuck me and he said "All in good time, Gayle." I didnt want to wait though and kept trying to draw him back up to me. He encircled my wrists with his hands and held them at my sides. He looked up and said, "I told you, Gayle, ALL IN GOOD TIME. You MUST be patient!"  

He dipped back down again and began to torment my clit more with his tongue. The pain was exquisite and the more I begged, the more he licked. 

He offered to help me find a new way of relief and when I told him I would do ANYTHING he said "I'm going to let go of your wrists but you have to trust me and NOT try to pull me back up. Can you do that?" I was more than willing and he let go. He dipped down yet again with his head and I moaned in frustrated pleasure. 

Then, I felt his fingers gently exploring my ass. I began to tighten up as I had NEVER experienced something like this before and he said two words that calmed me right down, "TRUST ME". Immediately I relaxed and as I did so I felt his finger slip into my pussy and slide up, towards my stomach. I felt a jolt rip through me and threw my head back in pleasure. He pumped his finger in and out, rubbing against my G-Spot as his tongue licked my clit into a frenzy. 

I screamed out in pleasure "I'm GONNA CUMMMMM" 

and as I started to teeter at the edge, Gene slid his finger up my ass as well. I came so hard that I passed out and woke a few minutes later to Gene holding me in his arms and stroking my face.

"Are you ok, Gayle?" he asked.

I nodded shakily and looked at his face, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. 

Gene reached out with his finger and traced one and asked, "Why the tears?" 

I said, "I wanted so badly to please YOU too and yet I never got the chance!" 

Gene chuckled and said, "Honey, this is JUST the beginning and there will be many MORE times to cum!!" 

He held me close and stroked my hair as he whispered to me to close my eyes and sleep. I fell asleep with his arms around me and his name on my lips.

When I woke up a couple hours later, it was to find Gene asleep, with an arm across my breasts and him snuggled up close, spooning me. I rather enjoyed this and thought for a few minutes before a wicked smile crossed my face. Carefully, without waking Gene, I gently moved his arm and turned in bed so I was facing him. I gently traced my fingers across his chest and gave a soft laugh before scooching down and softly tracing the head of his cock with my tongue. 

I looked up as he mumbled but then he grew quiet again. Emboldened by this, I gently pick it up and wrap my hand around it as I lean over and begin to slide my mouth over the head. I stopped as Gene moved a little but all he managed to do by moving is to make himself more accessable to my questing mouth and tongue!! I flick the top of his cockhead with my tongue as I slide the rest deeper and deeper in my mouth and then close my eyes and concentrate on providing as much enjoyment to his dreams as possible. I felt his cock growing quickly in my mouth and smiled, I begin to hum and allow the humming to vibrate Gene's cock. He groaned in pleasure and thrusted up reflexively with his hips. I move quicker though and pull up as well, not wanting to be gagged and since I am so inexperienced with blow jobs.

While my tongue is busy, my hands get busy as well. One slides up and down the base of Gene's shaft as the other explores his balls and caresses them. I gently graze his cockhead with my teeth as I slide my mouth back up, not enough to hurt, just enough to make the pleasure more intense. As I am sliding my mouth back down, I begin licking the tender underside and feeling the pulse there with my tongue. I slide my mouth back up and off his cock for a few moments and go down to pay some close attention to his balls, not wanting to neglect them either! 

When he is groaning in pleasure, I move again and slide my mouth down his shaft very fast. He lets out an explosive groan and reaches blindly for my head with his hands as he thrusts up at the same time. I reach up with my hands and take his in mine, telling him without words that I cant deepthroat at all. He seems satisfied with this and is content to go with the flow of things and pump up as I milk his cock with my mouth and hum against it at the same time. 

I hear him tell me that if I dont want to swallow his cum that I need to move NOW. I WANT to though. He brought such pleasure to ME the night before that I want to return the favor. He grips my hands tightly and groans that hes cumming and then I feel his cum filling my mouth to overfull. I feel almost like Im going to lose it but then I start drinking and I manage to catch every drop, feeling him fucking my face like he would pound into my pussy makes me even MORE excited and I suck in reflex and milk him dry. 

He pulls on my hands and draws me up to his side. He is tells me he is amazed that I would do something like this and tells me so, but also admits that he would love to be woken up like that much more often! I just smile and tell him that I hope he enjoyed as I drop a kiss on his lips.



First Meeting Ch. 01



"First Meeting"

"Now turn around," came Mark's voice from behind her.

Audra turned hesitantly, arms shielding her naked breasts from view, legs as close together as she could manage while turning. She felt a bit light-headed. Everything had seemed to happen so quickly. 

She and Mark had met online after Audra had posted some erotic stories on Literotica.com. Her unusually seductive writing and apparent intelligence had intrigued him. Not knowing where it might lead, he sent her some positive feedback and his email address.

Audra wrote back promptly, beginning what both thought was an innocent internet flirtation, an uncomplicated way to vent their sexual frustrations. Flirtation, however, soon descended into steamy internet sex, then, eventually, phone sex. Intellectually and sexually, they seemed like a perfect match as each strived for ever-more creative ways to titillate and satisfy the other with words.

Now, beyond all Audra's expectations, they were both in the same room. Mark had called last week to tell her he would be in town for a conference, and would she like to get together for lunch? Though the rest had remained unspoken, she knew he would want much, much more than a meal.

Although lunch had begun a bit awkwardly, that was to be expected. It could be no less, to meet someone for the first time in the flesh after writing and saying such intimate things to each other. Tacitly agreeing to keep their public conversation in safe waters, they gradually grew more comfortable with each other. They discussed their careers, politics (they were on opposite sides of the political fence but were able to debate amicably), philosophy, anything that came to mind. Both held advanced degrees and had a wide range of interests in common.

During their spirited conversation, they surreptitiously sized each other up and compared the real thing to pictures and descriptions. Both were somewhat average in overall appearance: Mark was tall and lanky, his brown hair combed smoothly to one side, and Audra was petite and pleasantly curvaceous. But certain things had not been captured adequately in pictures. Mark's blue eyes, for example, were much deeper and more penetrating than she had expected, and his calm, almost lazy voice that was so familiar from their phone conversations manifested from an equally calm, confident exterior. Mark, for his part, was captured by Audra's fiery spirit: her green eyes sparkled with her lively personality, and she had the adorable habit of tossing her long, curly, golden hair over one shoulder as she spoke.

And speak she did. Mark had relaxed into his seat, one arm draped across the back of the chair, listening indulgently as Audra held forth on one of her favorite topics, education. He marveled as she chattered sentence after sentence that could just as well have come from his own mouth. It was incredible how much they thought alike on some things, despite their political differences.

He decided this would be the time. They had been talking for over an hour, and the waitress had refilled their drinks three times already. As Audra talked, Mark coolly drew a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slid it across the table toward her. She paused in surprise mid-sentence and looked up at him questioningly. At his slight smile, she picked up the paper and read in silence. Mark hid his satisfied smirk as a deep, red flush crept into her cheeks. She looked around furtively, then re-folded the paper, absent-mindedly creasing it more tightly. Mark simply raised one eyebrow and waited.

Audra cleared her throat. In a slightly higher-pitched voice than before, she said, "Um, I'll be right back . . . ladies' room." Mark couldn't help a slight chuckle as, avoiding his eyes, she grabbed her purse and headed toward the back of the restaurant. He sipped his drink, waiting patiently for her return.

A few minutes later, Audra slipped between the nearby tables and took her seat again. A perfunctory look at her cream-colored blouse confirmed that she had followed his instructions – half of them, anyway. He'd have to wait for later to confirm compliance with the second half.

Mark carefully drew Audra back into their earlier conversation, and after a while, her blush receded and she seemed to relax again into the lively banter. When he felt the time was right, he signaled to the waiter for the check. Mark paid, stood, offered his arm to Audra. She hesitated a second before taking his arm lightly. This close, he could smell her light, fresh scent – not of perfume, but of shampoo and soap. Feeling his cock harden in response, he breathed her silently, deeply as they walked out into the cool October afternoon.

Since they had met inside the restaurant, he asked, "Where are you parked?" She pointed towards an out-of-the-way corner of the lot; unsurprising, given how crowded the place had been when they arrived. Looking around as they walked, Mark was pleased to note that they would have relative privacy.

Audra released Mark's arm as they reached the car and began fishing around her purse for her car keys. Grasping her upper arms from behind, he pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock nestled firmly in the small of her back. Audra gasped and stiffened but made no attempt to pull away. Encouraged, Mark lowered his head to nuzzle the nape of her neck, lightly kissing what he knew to be a very sensitive and erogenous region for her. She drew in a sharp, almost panting breath, then practically melted against him as he licked and nibbled her neck and ears.

He could see her hardened nipples clearly through her satin blouse. His fingertips slid slowly down her side and hip, then found the hem of her navy skirt. Shielding her from view with his own body, he caressed the front of her thigh, gradually making his way upward. With satisfaction, he discovered that she had, indeed, followed all his instructions. His fingers encountered no panties but instead brushed lightly against her soft, naked pussy. At this intimate touch, Audra shuddered and leaned fully against him, letting him lazily explore her moist folds. 

Feeling her body surrender to him in this way made him ache to take her right there in the parking lot, but he had plans already in place, plans he had no intention of ruining. Instead, he gave her one last, lingering kiss on the neck, then stood back and released her, first making sure she would be able to stand on her own. She turned to face him, eyes half-lidded with desire, a little confused at the sudden cessation of contact. He held her gaze intently, then drew a second folded paper from his jacket pocket. Pressing it into her still-trembling hand, he said in a husky voice, "I've enjoyed meeting you and talking with you over lunch. If you'd like to continue the conversation, this is where I'll be." He turned abruptly and walked to his own car without looking back.

Audra just stood there for a moment, watching him walk away. Her body still tingled from where he had touched her, kissed her. She looked down and unfolded the paper.

Room #1821, Omni Hotel. Knock, close your eyes, and wait.

There was still time to walk away from this. She knew it would be foolish in the extreme to meet him – she had no idea what kind of person he was, really. But the fact was, Audra was tired of always listening to that practical, responsible voice. That voice had led her into almost six years of celibacy. She desperately wanted to take the chance that Mark would be okay, would want just what she wanted – to indulge their frustrated desires, then walk away, reputations intact. Making her decision, she stepped into her car and turned the ignition.

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Room #1821. Audra checked the paper again to make sure she had the right room, then took a deep, steadying breath. She had not driven directly here. Instead, she had gone home to change – and several times nearly talked herself out of doing this. There was still time. Closing her eyes, she paused, then knocked firmly on the door.

Quiet footsteps. The door opened. A hand took hers, drew her silently into the room. Click. The door shut quietly. She flinched slightly as she felt something – a scarf, perhaps – drape across her eyes. "Shh, trust me," came Mark's voice. She allowed him to tie the fabric around her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, she could tell the room was dimly lit; no bright lamps glared against her eyelids.

His arm wrapped around her back, Mark guided Audra some unknown distance into the room, then stopped. She heard a light clink, then he gently raised her hand and pressed a wineglass into it. "To us," he said softly, and tapped another glass against hers. "To us," she whispered in response, then lifted the glass to her lips. A light, sparkly champagne surprised and delighted her palate. Warmth spread from her throat down to her stomach, and outward to her fingers and toes. He gently took the glass from her when she finished. 

He paused for a moment to drink her in. She had changed out of the professional but feminine suit she had worn to lunch. Now she wore a silky, black dress with delicate spaghetti straps. It clung deliciously to her curvy breasts and hips and flared slightly before ending an inch or two above her knees. Sheer black stockings and trendy black heels completed the outfit. Resting his hands on her bare shoulders for a moment, Mark drew his palms lightly down her sides, relishing the way her dress flowed against her skin. The gentle give of her breasts as he brushed past them and the smoothness of her dress over her hips told him she still wore neither bra nor panties. The idea of her soft breasts, nipples and pussy separated from him by a mere whisper of silk excited him.

Contemplating his next move, Mark gently entwined one of her long, golden curls around his fingers. Her face was motionless under the blindfold, waiting for some cue from him. Her slightly parted lips drew him. Lowering his head, he gently brushed his lips against hers. Instinctively, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips. Her mouth felt small beneath his, her lips soft and plump, tasting of the sweet champagne they had shared. 

He slid his left hand underneath the mass of golden curls to the back of her neck, his right hand stealing across her abdomen and higher to cup one round, silk-covered breast. Her mouth opened wider, hungry against his, and he let his rising passion spill over into that fervent kiss, tongues sliding across each other in a warm embrace. She leaned forward to press her breast more firmly against his hand, hardened nipple tickling the center of his palm. She gave a long, yearning moan as he grasped her nipple firmly through the diaphanous fabric, pinching the hardened nub between his fingers and pulling slightly. 

He closed the kiss gently, then released her and backed away, much as he had done at the car. Her fists clenched at her sides, but she remained still. He loved the way her breasts moved with each breath she took.

"Turn around," he ordered softly. Audra obeyed, slowly turning on the spot. He gently drew down the zipper of her dress, revealing the light, golden skin of her back and the upper swell of her buttocks. He backed away again.

"Stay there. Slowly take your dress off and let it slip to the floor." Audra hesitated, head turned a little as if to try and look over her shoulder despite the blindfold, then raised a hand to draw the strap off one shoulder. She paused, then removed the other strap. Both her arms wrapped as if either to hug herself or keep the dress up; perhaps even she wasn't sure which. Then, little by little, she let the silky dress slide down her body until it rested in a puddle at her feet.

She stood nearly naked, wearing only the blindfold, thigh-high black stockings, and her high heels.

"Now turn around," he said, his voice almost catching in his throat. She obeyed slowly, arms raised to shield her naked breasts, legs modestly close together.

"Put your arms at your sides," he said, even more softly than before. Slowly, she dropped her arms. He resisted the urge to catch her soft nakedness up in his arms and simply stood there, admiring the round, pink-tipped breasts, curving hips, and smoothly-shaven mound and lips just visible between her legs.

Stepping closer, he tilted her chin up with one finger and gently ran his tongue over her trembling mouth. They kissed again, passionately but softly.

He caressed her shoulders, ran his fingertips lightly across her collarbone, then cupped and gently squeezed her breasts for a moment, eliciting a small gasp. Her flesh was pleasantly warm and supple against his hands.

He continued exploring as they kissed, hands drifting over her hips, her outer thighs, back up her inner thighs and now, up to her sex, wanting to know just how much she desired him at this moment. Not satisfied this time with merely caressing her soft lips, he plunged two fingers directly into her wet, waiting cunt, thrusting upward firmly. Anticipating her reaction, he supported the middle of her back with his other hand. 

When she felt Mark's long fingers drive into her hungry, wet pussy, Audra gasped; legs nearly giving way, she sagged against him, grateful for the firm hand at her back. Ecstatic pleasure radiated from her pussy outward to her fingers and toes, much as the champagne had done. She gripped his arms in sudden, desperate need. 

Mark had not planned on pleasuring her so quickly, but her intense reaction was irresistible. His own ardor threatened to spiral, but he forced himself to remain in control. Whispering hotly in her ear, he said, "Mmmmm, you have such a nice, warm, wet little pussy, just like I knew you would." Audra gave another gasping, panting little moan, and he felt the walls of her pussy twitch slightly around his fingers. God, she was incredibly tight. "Do you want to come?" he said, a little breathless, a little taunting, as he slid his fingers halfway out of her.

She was so far gone already that she was barely coherent. "Oh God!" He could barely hear the strained, high-pitched whisper. "Please . . . oh God . . ."

"Is this what you want?" he asked, then thrust his fingers upward again, hard. She stiffened and gasped again, fingers digging painfully into his arms. He had to hold her firmly to keep her body from sliding to the floor as she trembled uncontrollably from head to foot. Her slippery juices coated his fingers completely and began to trickle toward his wrist. He knew she was an instant from coming hard. For a second, he debated pulling away and making her wait for it, but her sweet, trembling body was too irresistible. He began thrusting in earnest, his fingers penetrating deeper and faster with each urgent plunge.

"Oh . . . God . . . oh . . ." She was silent for a moment, but he could feel her entire body tensing, drawing toward that wet, hungry center. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . GOD!" she gasped in a sudden burst, and her soft walls clenched spasmodically around his fingers, her whole body shook and flinched and jerked with the force of her orgasm. He continued thrusting, determined to draw her beautiful orgasm out as long as he could. It was becoming nearly impossible to hold her up, however; carefully, without allowing his fingers to leave her pussy, he guided her to the floor with him. From this easier position, he renewed his assault on her pussy. "Oh yesssss," he hissed. "Come for me . . . you're so sexy when you come . . . yes, baby, I want you to feel good . . ."

Audra panted in rapid, sobbing gasps, half-raising her hips to meet those long fingers and invite them deeper, ecstatic spasms gripping her whole body in an uneven rhythm. Mark marveled at the intensity and duration of this ecstasy. She had told him in their many conversations that she could "come and come and come," but the reality was beyond his wildest imaginings. The compulsion to drag open his zipper and plunge his hard and eager cock into that spasming wetness was almost overpowering. 

Instead, he paused and added a third finger, fucking that tight little pussy as fast as he could. Her mouth was open wide, as if in a soundless scream, occasionally letting slip those desperate gasps that sorely tested his control. Her hips were now raised completely off the floor, opening that delicious pussy and pressing it upward against his long, invading fingers. "Oh . . . oh God . . ." she breathed again, but now the tone was different, lower, deeper, almost grindingly urgent. He sensed that she was about to hit an even higher peak and kept up his pounding rhythm, curling his fingers slightly, relishing the wet, squelching sounds her pussy made.

Again she subsided into tense stillness. Then, the breath exploded from her body, and with a fierce sense of victory, he felt her juices gush over his hand. He continued thrusting for a moment, then finally slowed his hand, trying to bring her down gradually. Her hands were half-clenched at her sides, fingernails digging into the carpet. His hand slowed finally to a halt, fingers remaining inside that velvety wetness, now gently caressing. Audra's panting gasps also began to calm. Her breasts trembled fetchingly with each breath. Mark's erection was now almost painful, but he simply lay down alongside her naked body and brushed sweaty, gleaming strands of hair back from her forehead.

Her head lolled toward him as her body relaxed by degrees. Gently removing his fingers from her sex, which still, incredibly, radiated little shocks, he drew her into the circle of his arms. She curled against him, head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her naked form still trembling slightly against his own still-clothed body. A fierce protectiveness rose in his chest, and he held her possessively, rubbing one hand on her back, her arm, her leg to warm and comfort her. He couldn't believe he was here with this incredible woman lying naked and replete in his arms. She nestled closer as he pressed his lips against her sweet-smelling hair.

To be continued.



First Meeting Ch. 01



We met online.........

We had started by chatting online, we both liked reading erotic stories and this led to us discussing our fantasies, whilst both becoming very turned on. You had shown me your pictures, and I thought you were stunning, beautiful, a real woman. We talked for weeks until eventually I had the courage to ask if we could go out sometime, but you said no....and invited me over instead. I couldn't believe it, I was finally going to meet you! On the long drive, I think about what lies ahead, my imagination running away with me......

I park the car, feeling a bit nervous. I summon the nerve to ring the doorbell, and after a few seconds you answer. You're wearing a black dress, you look stunning and I kiss you on the cheek tenderly to greet you. We move through into the lounge, where you pour us both a glass of wine, we sit on the sofa close enough so that our legs are slightly touching. We talk for a while, and as we drink a couple of glasses of wine, I start to feel a little light-headed, not drunk, just a bit of a buzz. We gradually start to get closer, and I start to stroke your smooth leg casually, I notice that you sigh softly and we continue our conversation.

I move closer to you and look into your beautiful eyes, kiss you gently on the cheek again, I feel your soft breath on my face and turn to kiss your lips, very delicately at first, just gently brushing the surface, then more passionately as I feel you kiss back...our tongues touching lightly, brushing against one another. As we kiss, I brush my fingers through your hair lightly, it feels smooth and silky, my lips move down and I start to kiss your neck, my lips brushing lightly along the top of your beautiful body. I move back up to your lips kissing passionately again, our tongues touching, feels fabulous to kiss you after all my fantasies prior to meeting you. Now my fantasy is becoming a reality and it amazing. My fingers gently feel for your dress zip and I gradually move to release your body, finally seeing it in reality. I find your bra strap and open the catch, allowing access to your fantastic breasts, my other hand moving into your dress and fondling, my fingers stroking and squeezing your nipples. 

I move my lips down again, kissing your neck and shoulders, until I find your breasts, kissing each one softly, lightly running my tongue over your nipple whilst sucking and gently biting, but only enough to give pleasure. You moan quietly as I concentrate on your breasts, squeezing one, whilst I kiss and suck the other, and then change over, not wanting to neglect either. I can feel the passion rising in your body, as I focus on your breasts and I move back up to kiss your lips. After a few moments, you stop kissing and take my hand...you put your finger to your lips and stand up, leading me upstairs to the bedroom....

You open the bedroom door and lead me in, taking off your dress and hanging it up whilst discarding your open bra. You turn to look at me again, step towards me and kiss my lips softly, your tongue pushing lightly into my mouth, touching mine, you start to undo the buttons of my shirt then push it off my shoulder so my top half is bare. Whilst we kiss I squeeze and stroke your breasts with both hands, you then unfasten the button on my trousers and pull down the zip, release the trousers from my hips so they fall to the floor. I gently remove my feet from the trousers, pull off my socks and we gradually move back towards the bed, continuing to kiss, lying down beside one another.

My hand moves up to your hair again and I run my fingers through it softly, then my hand moves back to your breast and I softly turn you onto your back, whilst I position myself between your legs. My lips move down to your neck again, you breathe softly and sigh quietly as I kiss softly, feeling your smooth skin with my lips, tenderly attending to bottom of your neck before moving my mouth along your shoulders too, delicately brushing my lips along them then down before reaching your fabulous breasts. Again, just as earlier I kiss and suck gently on your nipples, taking them into my mouth and pinching them between my top lip and tongue, whilst you sigh and moan, breathing ever more heavily. I then start to move down again, my tongue leaving a light trace down the middle of your tummy towards you navel, where I linger for a moment, hearing you sigh more heavily before my journey continues.

My lips gradually move down again before reaching your neatly trimmed hair, where my lips move to the side and past your open legs, down to the inside of your legs. I continue to kiss and lightly run my tongue down your legs, then moving slowly back up, alternating between your smooth silky legs until I reach your pussy. My tongue gently strokes your clitoris, lightly at first, repeatedly and gently caressing your sensitivity before I gently close my lips around it and suck tenderly, listening to your moans and sighs, my mouth sometime moves down to your lips and gently licks down and up, slightly changing the sensation that is slowly exciting you more and more. I concentrate on your clitoris again before gently pushing my finger inside you and feeling for the most sensitive spot. Your moans are becoming louder as I lightly press forward whilst continuing to lick your clitoris, gradually more passionately, feeling your body becoming rigid, knowing you are near to reaching your climax.

I continue to press inside you, whilst alternating between sucking and licking your clitoris, feeling the change in you as you approach your peak, my other hand reaches for yours and you squeeze hard as you shriek out, shaking as you orgasm, feeling your contractions as I continue to lick and slow down. You gradually quieten and your breaths become more gentle. I move up to kiss your lips, softly but with passion. We break the kiss and you smile, I smile back....

We lay there talking for a while, sharing our fantasies and experiences, I run my fingers through your silky hair, kissing you from time to time while you stroke the side of my face tenderly. Then as the kisses become longer and lingering, you reach down feeling my body through my underwear, stroking softly, then gently releasing me and allowing me to discard my underwear. I kiss you more passionately, feeling you hand grasp hold of me and squeeze gently, I move my hand up and caress your breast again, sometimes pinching your nipple tenderly as you rub my cock and cup my balls, I let out a sigh as we break our kiss you gently roll me onto my back. You reach over and pull out a condom, opening the packet and rolling the cold latex onto my growing manhood. You move over me so my cock rests at your opening.

You lean over and kiss me again, and gradually reposition yourself. I feel myself slip inside you feeling your warmth as you start to rock gently on top of me, continuing to kiss me, the feel of your lips touching mine and our tongues gently brushing turning me on so much. You lean back slightly and I lean forwards, taking one of your nipples in my mouth whilst squeezing the other with my hand, sometimes softly and then occasionally with more power, hearing you sigh and moan as the feel of my cock inside you and my attention to your nipples brings you pleasure. I raise my hips slightly, so you feel me pushing into you, slowly but with strength, giving you all my attention as I had dreamed about before we met.

You lean forward again and we kiss again, more passionately now, our tongues fighting one another as I frantically push inside you, feeling your body starting to tense up as you push down on me harder and harder. Your moans become louder and your breath quicker while I feel the sensations through my whole body, knowing that I will soon be at my peak. Then you cry out as I continue to thrust into you, I can feel your contractions as I start to release inside you, my cock throbbing and my head spinning. As we gradually slow down, you lean forward to kiss me again, this time softly and then detach yourself to lie beside me, I feel your beautiful body in my arms................

We lie there together for a while, holding, stroking, kissing and talking...sharing our experiences again and discussing our earlier pleasures. After a while, we decide to take a shower, you enter the bathroom and turn on the shower whilst I follow a minute or so later, when I have privately reflected on our earlier enjoyment. When I enter the bathroom you are already in the shower, massaging the soap into your breasts and down and around your stomach. I enter the shower and, from behind, put my arms around you, kissing and nuzzling your neck as the water sprinkles us both. I move my hands up and cup and rub your breasts, you moan softly, your gentle sighs arousing me and my cock growing and pressing against your smooth bum cheek.

I gently turn you around and kiss you hard, the passion inside me hard to control. You kiss me back passionately, our tongues lashing at each other, holding the kiss as the water sprays us, I break the kiss and move downwards slightly to take your nipples in my mouth again, alternating between the two, not wishing to ignore either. As I lick and suck your nipples, my hand moves down and tenderly starts to massage your clitoris, you groan with delight, as I stroke and rub, pressing firmly one moment then fondling tenderly the next. I continue for a while, caressing you whilst you writhe with enjoyment, then I move my hand away and rise to kiss you on the lips again, this time tenderly, gently brushing your lips, our tongues lightly touching.

I interrupt the kiss and reach over for the shower gel, pouring some onto my hand, and lathering it up using the water that sprinkles us. I turn you around and you gently lean you against the shower wall starting to massage the lather into your shoulders and back, softly rubbing you, your silky skin feeling divine at my finger tips. My hands gradually move down to your bum cheeks, and massage them softly, feeling your fleshy bottom, enjoying the feel of your flesh in my hands. You sigh softly as I continue to caress your body and then I gently move you away from the wall, and bend you over towards the taps, continuing to gently rub your back as I go. I lean over and kiss your back all over, pressing my lips over every inch, lightly brushing my tongue all over your flesh and then down to your blissful cheeks.

I gently disengage and you look round, you see me reach for the condom which I brought with me into the bathroom and then roll it onto my enlarged cock. I place my hands onto your cheeks again and move my cock between your smooth legs, you reach back for my cock and place it at the opening of your pussy, guiding gently and I slip inside easily, feeling the pleasure of your womanhood. I start to push in and out, slowly at first and then thrusting harder as I become more aroused. Your moans becoming louder as my pace increases and I move my hands round to squeeze your breasts hard and passionately. I feel your body stiffening and my cock begins to pulsate, I cannot hold on any longer and I release all my fluid, banging your pussy feverishly, feeling exquisite pleasure all through my cock and balls. You start to scream loudly with pleasure as your contractions begin, louder and louder, for what seems like forever. I gradually start to slow my pace and collapse onto your back, kissing you softly.

You push my body weight upwards, and we both stand... you lean in to kiss me again, this time softly. We then wash each other affectionately, before drying one another and returning to the bedroom.....

To be continued..



First Meeting Ch. 01



*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental*



Today is finally the day and I'm so excited! Daddy is finally going to visit! He's coming all this way just to give me what I crave and I couldn't feel luckier. His instructions were simple: "dress slutty. Charge the camera. Put out all the toys. See you at 1." It was noon now and time for me to get ready.

I hopped in the shower to get clean, using the nair to rid my body of all hair below the neck, followed by lotion to make sure my skin is silky smooth. I had picked the outfit especially for today. Crotchless black panties went on first, framing my caged cock and pink cunt. Next red stockings went up my long legs followed by black 5" heels. Standing up and teetering on the heels, I step into my new black mini skirt. It slides up over my hips and sits low on my waist, stopping briefly below the curve of my ass. Next I wrap the red leather corset around my body, lacing it tight up the back and giving my body an hourglass shape. I take the black collar and strap it around my neck, leaving the ring for the leash in front. Finally I take the red medium butt plug and rub lube on it, then slowly insert it into my boi ass. As I finish up, I notice the clock says 10 minutes to 1. I better hurry!

I lay all of my toys out on the coffee table, filling its surface with plugs and dildos, leashes and pumps, gags and clamps, paddles and vibrators. I lay the final toy out when I hear the door bell ring. You're here!

I toddle over to the door and check the peephole, blushing as I see you waiting outside. I unbolt the door to let you in, holding my head low as you walk into my apartment. I close the door behind you and relock it.

"Thank you for coming sir. How was your flight?" I ask.

"Better now that I'm here. Look at you, slut! Don't you make a sexy little cum whore!" you comment. "Let's go into the living room so I can take a better look."

You indicate for me to lead and I can feel your eyes on me as we walk into the living room. I move to the middle of the room with my hands behind my back and my head down as you move over to the recliner. I'm conscious of your gaze on both myself and the toys as you take a seat.

"Quite the collection you have here, Emily. Are you ready?" you ask. I nod my head up and down in response. "Look at me slut" you command, and I raise my eyes to meet yours. "That's better. Now I asked you a question. Are you ready whore?" you ask again. I nod my head and murmur out a "yes daddy."

"Good. Now go get me a drink. Water with ice. Now!" you order, as I move to the kitchen on uneasy legs, the plug in my ass moving around and making my hips sway. I fix your drink and move back into the living room, noticing that you've picked up my remote control and the digital camera is laying on the arm of the recliner. You're flipping through the channels until you arrive at a music channel. You throw the remote on the couch and take the water.

"Time to dance, Emily. If you're good you'll get a reward" you say as you wink at me. I hear the music and start to move my body back and forth to the music, swaying my hips and running my hands over my body. I hear the clicking of the digital camera as I dance. I do the best I can in the heels and corset, gyrating my hips while dropping it low to the ground, then turning around and doing slut thrusts trying to turn you on.

"Mmm that's good, slut. You've earned that reward. Come here Emily. Drop to your knees" you order. I follow your orders and get on my knees as you reach into the bag you brought and pull out a wig. It's bright red and a short bob style, ending right below my ears.

"There that's better. Now you look the proper slut. Stand back up. Picture time!" you order. I stand up and you pick up the camera, putting me in pose after pose as you snap pictures. Bent over at the knees, on all 4s, laying back with my legs spread and all others you could think of. I'm on full display as the camera clicks so many times I lose count. As you make comments about my body, I get more and more turned on and blushing from the humiliation.

"I can tell you like your new look. Guess what? I like it too. Turn around slut" you order. I turn around from the final pose I was in to see your hard cock sticking out of your jeans.

"See how much I like it?" you ask. I nod my head and murmur "yes sir" as my eyes lock onto your cock. You reach down and stroke it a few times, bringing a drop of precum to the tip.

"And I can tell you like what you see too, slut. Why not come and say hello?" you ask. I nod my head and move over to you, dropping to my knees on instinct while never taking my eyes from your cock. I reach out slowly and wrap my hand around the warm base of your cock, feeling it pulse in my hands. I move my face closer to your cock, pausing with it right in front of my face.

"You know you want to, slut. Make daddy happy" you order. I slowly move your cock to meet my lips, forming my mouth into a tight O. I slowly slide my lips over your cock head, flicking my tongue around the edge of your head. I slowly slide your cock out, letting my tongue linger over your head and drooling down your cock. I work my mouth back over your cock, working it deeper into my mouth as I grip the bottom of your dick. Working it in and out of my mouth, it's getting deeper with each stroke until I can feel the head touching the front of my throat. I can hear the click of the digital camera as I suck your hung daddy dick. I slowly relax my throat until its open and the final inch of your cock is deep in my mouth and my nose is in your abs. I pull it out slowly then reinsert it in my throat. I feel your hand on the back of my head and hear you moan as you hold my head down. I try to pull off but you hold my head down and instruct me to "hold it just a little longer". I start to gag and drool down the corners of my mouth, coating my chin and your balls. I choke again and you continue to hold me down, until I start to choke then you let me up to gasp for air. You grab my chin and look into my eyes.

"Very good, slut. I thought you wouldn't be able to take that much. We'll work on the length of time later" you say as you smile, making me blush as I continue to breathe heavily.

"For now, stand up and get of out that skirt" you order. I follow your instructions and stand up slowly on the heels. Pulling the skirt down my legs, my caged cock is on display with precum dripping from the front. I turn around to fold it up on the couch, revealing the my round bubble butt.

"Hold it slut! Stay right there. What is that in your cunt??" you ask. 

"It's a butt plug daddy" I reply.

"And did I tell you to stuff your ass today?" you ask, standing up behind me.

"No daddy, you didn't" I stammer out.

"NO I DIDN'T" you ask angrily. "And do you know why I didn't tell you to stuff your ass, slut? Because I wanted you tight for my dick. That's going to cost you, whore!"

I feel you move to the side of me then feel you grip the butt plug. In one rough motion the toy is torn from my ass, making my legs go weak and a groan escape from my lips.

"It looks like we'll have to find a way to tighten you back up" you say, right before the first swing of the paddle lands on my upturned ass. My cheeks begin to sting as swat after swat lands on my ass, quickly turning it red. With frequent pauses during which I can hear the click of the camera, you work over my ass with the paddle. Before long I lose track of the hits that have landed on my ass, and I can feel it turning as red as my stockings.

"Let's see if that did it" you comment as you toss the paddle away. I feel one of your fingers working its way into my hole, opening me back up.

"Well it's tighter than before but still not as tight as I imagined. You'll have to make up for that, slut. And you can start right now" you say. You walk back to the recliner and sit down, taking your pants off as you go.

"Come have a seat, whore" you say as you move to the middle of the recliner. I move over toward you, the air feeling cool on my red ass.

"Turn around slut" I hear you say, as I turn around on my high heels. I feel you pull my hands behind my back and I feel the handcuffs placed around my wrists. With a click they are secured behind my back.

"Turn back around, Emily" you order as I turn back to face you. You reach up and attach the leash to my collar, then lean back in the chair. You start tugging on my leash, pulling me forward until I have to get up on the recliner and straddle your lap to keep from falling over. As you keep pulling me forward, my caged cock is soon hanging next to your hard cock. You use the camera to capture the difference, noting my blush at seeing our cocks side by side. Soon the camera is to the side and you are tugging on my leash some more, pulling me forward until your cock is sticking up between my cheeks. You grab my hips and indicate for me to raise myself up. I lift myself up and feel the head of your cock shift to my boi cunt. You let go of my hips and I'm perched on the head of your cock. You lean back and watch as I balance on just your cock head. A slight look of confusion crosses my face as I see you smile and continue to relax. I can feel your cock head pulsing inside my slick tunnel. Soon my legs start to weaken and my position slips, pushing more of your cock inside my hole. My eyes go wide as I see your smile widen and my legs go weak, putting half of your dick in my hole and leaving my knees on the recliner. My breathing quickens as my hole is spread by half of your thick cock. I watch helplessly as you reach out and grab my knees, pushing them apart and lowering me even more onto your cock. My eyes roll back into my head as three fourths of your cock is buried deep in my cunt. I'm gasping for breath at the stretching it's giving me.

"Now you get it all slut!" you say, grabbing my hips and pulling me down until your cock is buried in my ass. Your balls are tight against my cheeks as my cage is on your abs. You smile big as my ass grips your cock and adjusts to your girth. As the pleasure grows I start to grind on your rod, moving my hips around in circles and your dick around in my boi pussy. Soon I'm fucking myself up and down on the bottom half of your cock, the top half still firmly entrenched in my hole. I'm tossing my head as I arch my back and ride you harder, eliciting a moan from deep inside. I feel your dick growing in my ass and your balls getting tighter against my ass.

"Not yet slut. I know you want daddy's cum, but first I want to fuck you like you deserve" you say, pushing my hips up as your cock flops out of my ass. I moan as I feel my hole empty and look down at your hard and glistening pole. My eyes widen as I look at how swollen its grown and that I've taken it all.

"That's right, bitch. You took it all and now you're going to take it again" you say, pushing me back so you can stand up. You grab the leash and push me down onto the recliner, my chest in the back and my ass in the air. I feel your hands on my cheeks and the air on my hole as you spread them apart. Your prick is quickly at my ass, then pushed in deep as you bury your cock in one smooth stroke. I moan loud as my hole is forced open around your dick. My hands are pulled back as you grab my handcuffs and start fucking me hard. Over and over you thrust into my hole, stretching me open as I moan and beg for your dick. Your hips are hitting my already red cheeks as your pull my hands back farther, burying your cock to the hilt.

"That's right bitch, take that fucking like you need. You're about to get that load you're craving too" you say, as you pull out and quickly flip me around.

"Time to work on those throat skills again, whore" you order, as you grab my head and shove your dick down my throat. My eyes water as I gag and drool down your cock, as it swells and gets bigger. It invades my throat over and over until I can feel it start to swell and throb.

"Here it comes bitch! Open wide!" you order, as you pop your dick out from between my lips and shoot your first stream into my open mouth. The next strings of cum land on my cheek and eyes and paint my face. You put your cock back to my mouth, wiping the tip over my lips.

"Very good slut. That's a great start to the weekend" you tell me, reaching over and grabbing a ring gag from the table. You open my mouth and put the gag in, keeping it open for your use. You sit back in the recliner and grab the back of my head to place my open lips around the tip of your cock.

"Start licking, slut. It's time to catch up on the news." I hear the TV click on as I start licking the head, drool running down my chin.

"It's the start of a great weekend, Emily!" I hear you say, as I moan through the gag and dick in my mouth, wondering at the events to come.



First Meeting Ch. 01



"She's not coming..." Steve spoke to himself as he looked at his phone, noting that it was now nearly 15 minutes past the time they'd arranged. No text. 

He sighed. Cold feet, he thought to himself. And he couldn't blame her. He'd very nearly cried off himself at the last minute as he dallied in the hotel lobby, wondering if he could really go through with this. He'd told himself that she wouldn't turn up anyway, that she'd come to her senses and realise that she could do so much better than him. Or maybe she'd be stricken with guilt, the excitement of their first encounter swamped in a wave of remorse.

But he'd rallied, thinking back to their many email and IM exchanges, how they'd just seemed to click on so many levels, not just sexually. Both of them had looked forward to this first "real" meeting, the culmination of months of furtive online sessions, their long, steamy IM sessions, the exchange of pictures and even voice messages. So he'd taken a deep breath, strode purposefully up to the reception desk and checked in.

Once in the room, he'd unpacked the overnight bag he'd brought, hanging up the clothes he'd spent so long choosing, hoping to make that all-important good first impression. He hung up the collarless linen shirt and dark blue jeans so they lost their creases, and unpacked his wash bag. He took a shower, his mind flashing back to that picture Chloe had sent him, a small black and white shot of her breast, slathered with soap suds, obviously taken in the shower (how had she managed that without trashing her phone?), her erect nipple just visible through its soapy covering. His cock stiffened at the memory, and he soaped it absently, pulling the foreskin back and running his forefinger and thumb over the swollen plum of the head, partly just making sure it was clean, but also liking the feel of his hand on the sensitive skin. He broke off his reverie, aware that it would be far too easy to cum right there and then. He rinsed off, climbed out of the shower and dried himself.

Moving back into the main room, he'd dressed in his new clothes, examining himself critically in the mirror. Again, doubts surfaced in his mind. He was carrying too many pounds, and even his carefully chosen wardrobe couldn't hide that fact. He sighed, sat on the bed and looked at his phone. Half an hour until their arranged meeting time. They'd exchanged mobile numbers the previous week, just before Chloe had flown to the UK to stay with her relatives. In the days that followed, they'd swapped increasingly excited emails, planning, arranging, working out their respective cover stories, both of them helping the other to formulate as water-tight a plan as they could. Finally, he'd texted her from the hotel reception area, just a brief message: "Room 457. I can't wait... xxx"

He'd received an equally brief reply. Her texts had necessarily had to be brief, as her family were keeping her busy during her stay. "Me too. So excited. See you soon! xoxox"

Since then, he'd paced the room, trying unsuccessfully to distract himself from the growing sensation of butterflies in his stomach. Reading was out of the question, and he couldn't focus on the TV for more than a few minutes. In his mind, he played out every possible scenario in his head. She wouldn't show. She'd text to say something had gone awry, that she couldn't make it. Or she'd arrive at the room, take one look at him and make some excuse, unable or unwilling to carry it through. He felt a little sick.

One o'clock came and went, and still no word. He had a growing sense of deflation. All that preparation, the plans, the messages, and for nothing. In one sense, he almost felt relieved that nothing was going to happen. He'd return to his life, and tell himself that it was probably for the best. But a not inconsiderable part of him was bitterly disappointed. He'd so wanted to at least meet this bewitching creature, even if only this once. Their chance encounter on an erotic fiction forum had quickly blossomed into something much less casual than the brief online gratification he'd been looking for. They'd grown not only to enjoy the sexual element of their relationship, but also had discovered much in common, too. He felt a genuine sense of loss that they would never find out if they clicked in real life...

He picked up his phone again. Nearly half an hour late now. He called up her number, his thumb hovering over her name in his address book, ready to call her and say that it was probably for the best...

The knock at the door, for all it was soft and hesitant, was enough to make him jump and drop his phone. Cursing, he bent to pick it up, his heart hammering in his chest. He put it in his pocket, and moved to the door of the room. Taking a deep breath, he took the handle and opened the door.

Chloe stood there, a nervous smile on her face. Her eyes lit up as the door revealed him, looking slightly flushed from his shock. Steve stood there, dumbly, looking at her. She wore a simple print summer dress, cut at the knee. She was wearing the necklace he'd commented on, having seen it in one of her pictures, the plastic flowers framing her slim neck perfectly. Her long, brown hair was sleek and straight, and those eyes... God. He'd looked at those dark brown eyes many times in photos, but none of them did the real thing justice.

"Hi, Steve." Her voice was slightly husky, exactly as he remembered from one recording she'd made for him. The memory of it, her voice increasingly breathless as she'd made herself cum for him, made him stiffen slightly, despite his nervousness.

"Are we going to stand here all afternoon?"

Her question broke the spell he'd been under and he spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

"Of course... Uhhh, come on in, please..." He couldn't believe he felt so nervous, and cursed himself for sounding so lame. He stepped back, and as she walked into the room, trailing her little overnight case on wheels behind her, he caught a whiff of her perfume - Pure by DKNY - and he guiltily remembered going to his local chemist and asking for a sample after she'd mentioned that was her favourite. He's stood there by the perfume counter, breathing in the scent and imagining it on her. It smelt better on her, the alchemy of her own subtle musk acting on the perfume to make fragrance that was headier still. He felt a twitch in his groin...

He closed the door and turned to face her. Chloe was standing by the bed in the small room, her hands crossed nervously across her lap. Her cheeks were red - he smiled a little as he remembered how easily she said she blushed, and how often he'd given her cause to over the past few months. A shy smile played over her lips as she stared into his eyes.

"So... here we are at last." Her voice was low, soft and still husky, exactly as he remembered it from her recordings. She looked at him, expecting him to do something, say something to break the tension. Instead of speaking, he stepped forwards, enclosing her in a hug. She was tall, he knew that, and with her heels she was taller than any woman he'd ever been this close to. As his arms tightened round her, he felt her tense for a second, then melt towards him, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms sliding round his waist as he squeezed her gently. They stood like that for a few moments, both of them revelling in actually feeling one another for the first time. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo as he kissed the top of her head, which prompted Chloe to raise her head from his shoulder and look into his eyes.

Those eyes were even more striking close up, chocolate brown and large, framed perfectly by her eyebrows. Her mouth was slightly open, her teeth biting gently on her bottom lip in that coy expression he knew and loved so well. All nervousness forgotten now, he leaned down and brushed her lips with his, that first contact almost electric. She responded immediately, her hand sliding up his back to cradle his neck as she pressed her lips against his. Suddenly, they were kissing in earnest, their lips mashed together, breath coming hard and fast as they pressed even closer together. He was conscious that he was getting hard, his erection pressing into Chloe's stomach as he cupped her head in his hands, his fingers tangling in her thick hair. He felt her mouth open, her tongue flicking tentatively across his lips, and moaned into her mouth as he reciprocated, his tongue meeting hers. She tasted... sweet. So sweet...

His hands slipped lower, down over her shoulders, her back and reaching to cup her buttocks, his big hands grasping her beautiful bottom ("bum", she called it, her peculiarly English terminology making him smile every time she used it). He kneaded the firm flesh through her dress, pulling her closer to him, which in turn ground his now rock-hard erection even harder against her stomach. She moaned a little, her tongue stabbing deeper into his mouth as their passion mounted. She slid her hands down over his broad shoulders, down over his chest (he shuddered a little as her palms grazed over his nipples through his shirt) and then down his sides, the sensation hovering between ticklish and intensely erotic. They settled on his hips, pulling gently on him, increasing the friction between them.

He broke off the kiss, pulling back a little to look at her again. Her face was even more flushed now, and he noted with satisfaction that her pupils were wide, those deep brown eyes drinking in the sight of him. He smiled, his breath uneven, and said, "Now that's what I call a hello..." They both laughed, the tension between them somewhat defused.

"I'm so glad you came," he said. "I was convinced you weren't coming..."

Chloe giggled then, and his heart just melted. Such a pretty laugh. "Don't be silly," she laughed, and her Canadian drawl sent shivers down his spine. "There's no way I was missing out on finally meeting my Fantasy Man." She'd called him that so many times, and now - finally - it would be fantasy no longer...

He leaned down again, this time bypassing her sweet, smiling mouth and homing into the soft spot beneath her jawline, his lips brushing the skin of her neck, making her gasp. He smiled inwardly, knowing how much of a sweet spot her neck was for her. His tongue flicked out to trail lightly across her skin, and he was rewarded by a little purr of satisfaction. He kissed his way lower, down towards her collarbone, his lips pinching gently at the sensitive skin, and he felt her positively squirm in his arms. As his mouth reached the hollow behind her collarbone, her breath was coming in short gasps and she whispered, "Oh my Gawd, Steve, what're you doing to me...?"

His grin actually stopped him from teasing her for a second, and he moved his mouth up to her ear and whispered breathily, "You want me to stop, baby...?"

"Jeez, no..." Chloe groaned, her own lips finding his neck and sucking gently at him, the sensation making him close his eyes for a second.

Almost of their own volition, his hands moved to the buttons on the front of her summer dress, undoing them one by one, exposing her ample cleavage, those beautiful big breasts encased in a sexy white bra. How he's longed to kiss them. And now he did, his lips, brushing her skin, tongue darting out to play over soft swell of her boob. Chloe groaned again as his tongue touched the sensitive skin of her breast, and her hands flew to his head, her fingers playing over his short hair as she pulled him closer. 

He fumbled another couple of buttons undone, enough to push the dress down over her shoulders and down her arms. It was fitted at the waist, so the top half just sat pooled round her waist. His hands played over her back, fingertips tracing little patterns over the soft skin. He raised his head again, his mouth almost touching her ear as he whispered, "Take it off, babe."

Obediently, almost as if in a trance, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging the flimsy material off her shoulders. It dropped from her arms and onto the floor. He paused for a second, drinking in the sight of those full breasts tipped by perfect brown nipples, now erect from a combination of the cold and the sensations aroused by his tongue. He leaned down again, cupping one breast lightly in his hand and lowering his mouth to her nipple, his tongue tracing the areola but not quite touching the hard flesh at the centre. Chloe hissed a breath and squirmed a little, and he relented, flicked his tongue lightly over her pert nipple and was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath. Moving his hand to her other breast and running the palm over the hard nub, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth.

"Ohhhhh, baby..." Chloe moaned, her hand clenching onto his neck as she held him close. "God, Steve, I've waited so long..."

He grazed her nipple with his teeth, eliciting another gasp from her, then released the swollen bud from his mouth and grinned at her. "Me too, my gorgeous girl..."

All this time they'd been standing by the bed, her little suitcase long forgotten. Now he manoeuvred her so that her back was to the bed, and gently pushed her until she sat back on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs and leant in to kiss her again, a long, passionate kiss this time, their tongues moving against each other frantically. And as they kissed, his hands slipped up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress.

As his hands slid up the smooth, pale skin of Chloe's thighs, pushing the dress higher as they went, he heard her sigh softly. They'd exchanged so many photos over the months before now that he felt like he knew every inch of her, yet the actuality of her, her presence here, now, set his head whirling a little. The reality was so much... more.

Planting a soft kiss on the inside of her knee, he was rewarded by a small intake of breath. He knew from their conversations how much she loved to be teased, and he intended to make this perfect for her. As his hands slid higher, revealing her panties beneath the dress, his tongue darted out, leaving a moist trail up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She squirmed a little, but he held her legs still with his arms. He moved his mouth to her other leg, this time opening his mouth slightly and sucking gently on the plump flesh of her inner thigh. 

She moaned, low and throaty, then, "Ohhhhh, baby..." He sucked a little harder, his tongue playing over her skin, then moved his mouth an inch or so higher, the fresh patch of skin eliciting new sensations in her. 

She moaned again, louder this time, and spread her legs a little wider. Her hands moved to his head, cradling it in her hands, her fingers stroking his short hair. He shifted on his knees, moving his face a little closer to her hot core. He could smell her desire now, spicy, musky, and his mouth started to water. He looked up at her as she leaned looked down at him, her big brown eyes lidded with desire. He couldn't help but smile...

Her dress was bunched round her waist, her low-riding lacy panties full exposed to his hot gaze. He moved his hand over her mound, his thumb brushing briefly over it. God, she was hot. And was that a trace of moisture he felt on her panties...? Moving his hands to her knees, he spread her legs wider still, and leaned in to plant a series of kisses on her thigh, each one inching a little closer to her pussy. She purred and shifted her hips slightly, trying to edge herself closer, but he pulled back a little dictating the pace. Finally, though, he was so close that his nose nudged her pussy, just brushing the material lightly as he licked her soft skin. She gasped at the contact, and he smiled again.

Changing tack, he reached up to pull her panties down, her hips lifting quickly to help him. He skinned them down her thighs, and then off completely. Her pussy lay exposed to him, just as he'd seen it so many times before on his computer or phone. The little tuft of hair, her lips smoothly shaved, her slit a neat cleft. Moving in again, he ran his tongue along the sensitive crease between her thigh and torso, slowly... She shivered under him, and squirmed again, the sensations making her breath come harder. The other side now, that same long, slow stroke of his tongue, teasing her, so close to her hot desire yet not touching. He moved a tad closer, sucking ever so gently on the silky skin of her outer lips. 

"Ohhh, my God!" she groaned, her fingers gripping his head a little tighter. As he slid his tongue up and along, skirting round the sensitive bud of her clit, he reached up to cup her full breasts in his big hands. Her nipples were hard, and he ran the palms of his hands over them, dragging the coarse skin of his hands over the super-sensitive nubs, before taking them between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching gently. Her hips were rocking rhythmically now as his mouth and hands played a sensual duet on her body. 

Opening his mouth, he bit gently at the crease of her thigh again, drawing his teeth across her skin. He paused for a second, looking up at her again. Her eyes were closed, a slight frown on her face, as if concentrating on a particularly difficult puzzle. He pulled his hands back down, his thumbs framing her neat slit, and gently rubbed them up and down her smooth labia, massaging them. "Ohhh, Steeeeve..." she groaned, her use of his name sending a throb of desire through his groin.

He could resist no longer. He simply had to taste her. Extending his tongue, he ran the tip up the full length of her slit, barely touching... His first taste of her was intoxicating. He wanted more, but he held himself back, drawing it out. Her breath came out in a long, ragged sigh as his tongue travelled back down, still just touching her smooth lips. He placed one hand just above her mound, the sparse hair there tickling his palm, and pulled upwards slightly, tightening her lips and exposing the hood of her clit. He sucked again on her labia, pulling it into his mouth and suckling on it. She was writhing now her hips bucking as she strove to move herself closer to the warm, wet torment of his mouth. He moved his hands to her hips, holding them steady, making sure he kept complete control. She growled a little in frustration, but her movements quieted a little.

Finally, he plunged his tongue between her lips, deliberately delving deep, the sudden change of sensation making her jump and exclaim, "Oh! Oh, Steve... Oh... Fuck!" Smiling to himself, he concentrated on his tongue, sliding it up along her wet cleft in long, slow strokes, each one ending just short of her now-swollen clit. He stiffened his tongue and dipped it deep inside her, revelling in the hot, musky taste of her as he fucked her with his tongue. Her hands were spasming now, clutching at his head in a frenzy. Her legs were draped round his shoulders, and his hands slid round to grasp her buttocks, lifting the cup of her pussy to his mouth.

He slid his tongue lower, playing at the very base of her slit, down further still, over her frenulum and across the tight bud of her arse. He flicked his tongue rapidly across her bum, and was rewarded with a low growl of satisfaction. He formed a point with his tongue again, and pressed it gently against her anus, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench at the unfamiliar sensation, then relax. His tongue slid deeper, pressing, withdrawing, probing... 

But that was just a diversion, an aperatif before the main course. He moved back up to her pussy, this time spreading her lips wide with his thumbs. She was wet, so wet. "Slippery," her voice whispered in his head. The first time he'd heard her say that word, the slight lisp, her drawl... well, he'd nearly come in his pants. And slippery she was, his thumbs gliding easily over her outer lips as his tongue probed the deeper, wetter lips within. 




First Meeting Ch. 02



The bellman must have seen the look on my face; he reaches out a hand to steady me. I lift my gaze to look into his eyes. My emotions must show in my eyes as I see the pupils of his dilate. I break the glance and step away from the bellman, looking for the elevator as I cross the lobby. Finding the elevator, I press the button and wait for the elevator to arrive. Glancing at the key I realize I do not know the room number that I am to go to. I look inside the envelope again and discover the note you have included with the key.

Welcome pet. I look forward to our meeting. May I compliment you on your promptness? How do I know this, the bellman was instructed to only give you this message if you arrived before 2pm. Please come to room 1231.

Just as I finish reading the message, the elevator bell chimes and the doors open. I enter the elevator and I reach to press the button for the 12th floor and notice my hand shaking, I wonder to myself if it is from fear or anticipation. My thoughts drift to how badly I had lost time on the way to the hotel, and I remember how we talked about driving as being its own type of hypnotized state at times. I am amazed at how much I had let my mind take me away, yet I continued to function. I glance up at the numbers as the elevator climbs its way from floor to floor, 4,5,6,7….. 

As the doors part, I exit the elevator, the fear in my stomach solidifies. I check the numbers and head toward the room that is indicated in the envelope. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing, my breath coming in short shallow gasps as I near my destination. 

When I find the door I stop myself, and take a moment to breath. I begin to have a feeling of dejavous as my mind begins to spin, I have been so in and out of trance for the past few hours, and I can no longer define the line between reality and fantasy. I am both fearful and extremely excited. The swirling in my mind makes it difficult to stand, and even this feeling reminds me of my fantasy. I am, for a second time, standing at a hotel door and fighting the pulling of my mind, wanting to surrender to the feelings of dark delight. 

Taking control of myself I knock on the door, I don’t really expect an answer but I feel strange just entering the room. I open the door, slowly, my mind searching for the candlelight I had seen in my fantasy. My eyes are greeted with a sunny hotel room. The shades are pulled back and bright sunlight streams into the room. I blink at the glaring affront to my fantasy and walk into the room looking to see if you are there. 

The room is empty much as I expected. You love mystery and I know you like to use it to get into my mind and take control. On the small table by the window sits a note propped up with my name on it. Next to the note is a gift box wrapped in silver paper with a white ribbon. Because I know you, as an act of defiance, I open the box first, leaving the note until after I discover the contents of the box. 

In the box are another note, a blindfold, and two wrist restraints. I open the note in the box with a distinct feeling of dread, I know somehow you have anticipated my actions; I should have behaved and opened the letter on the table first. 

Oh pet, you have disappointed me, for that you must be punished. Put the wrist restraints on and then go to the closet. I want you to take the cd player and head phones from the closet and the disc that is blue. Go to the bed and lie down, put the blindfold on and then the headphones. Make sure you note which button is play on the cd player so you can hit play once your laying down. Now be a good girl and don’t disappoint me again pet. 

I follow your instructions and lay down on the bed. My heart is racing, now more from fear than excitement. Not the same fear as earlier, this time its fear of having displeased you. I am ashamed by my behavior and much as a child would be fearful of a parent’s disappointment, I am afraid of yours. My shaking hand presses play on the player, and I hear the whir of the cd spinning up, then all of my fear melts away as I hear your voice say, “delicious pet”. Some part of my mind recognizes the words and I slowly slip down into oblivion as your voice begins to count the passing sign posts on the river I am floating on in my mind. I struggle to concentrate and follow you as you begin to skip numbers and I feel my “self” slipping deeper as the numbers get higher and higher, your speed of counting becoming more intense with each passing moment, and then I feel the darkness envelope me as I give up trying to follow your words and I slip into oblivion.

I regain some semblance of awareness as you bring me from my dark delight, still holding me deeply in trance, I realize that it is no longer a tape I am listening to, but I am unable to open my eyes, and then I realize it wouldn’t matter if I could, I can still vaguely feel the blindfold on my face. As you talk you bring my attention to your hands, which are on my ankles. You are spreading them apart on the bed. You tell me how wonderful I look, lying entranced on the bed, with my leg spread. You ask me if I was a good girl and wore only that which you told me to. My voice is heavy and thick and I reply, “Yes.”

I feel your hands at my thighs, slowly raising my skirt, raising it just enough that with my spread legs, you can see barely see my bare pussy peaking out beneath the fabric, the smooth folds of my lips swollen, just a drop of juice showing at the v at the very bottom where the lips join. You tell me what you see, and my mind spins as I see myself through your eyes. I feel so vulnerable yet I love that you look at me this way, not touching me, just looking at my sex. 

You ask me move my arms, I am suddenly aware that they are bound over my head. Not bound by trance, but tied, I was ever resistant to trance bondage; you made sure I would feel this level control. I realize this is my punishment, that I will not be able to touch you or see you because of my single act of rebellion. You reposition my legs, bending them at the knees and spreading them apart, forcing my skirt up around my waist. You put two pillows under my hips and I think that you are going to play with me, yet you stop touching me and I am left, lying on the bed exposed to your view, and vulnerable, oh so vulnerable. I try to move my arms again and you chuckle at my attempts and then take me down deep into trance again, taking me down one level at a time, deeper and deeper, allowing me each time to experience the floating dreamless separation that you know I crave. 

Bringing me back up from my deep dark delight, you begin to talk of arousal to me. You tell me, “I want you to think of a time when you were on the brink of an orgasm, just before you break over the top. Concentrate on that feeling, where you soul centers and becomes a pinpoint within your mind, where everything rushes inward and downward.”

“I want you to concentrate on that, that rushing feeling just before you go over the top, how wonderful that feels, don’t you agree pet?” you ask.

I try to respond, but my breathing is ragged and my mind is almost shattering with the need of release now…my whole body focused and highly aroused. I imagine the feeling, and with each breath my body responds and I am brought to that moment, simply with your words I am at the brink of orgasm. 

“Stay with me delightful pet,” with those words, once again, I begin to drop deeply into trance. I try to fight it, but you have taken me up and down so many times that I can not resist, even in my highly aroused state. 

As I climb again from the depths of unconscious drifting, I know that something has changed, though I am not sure what it is. I am still on the brink of orgasm but I recognize a change, then I feel myself break over the top of my extended ecstasy as I feel your cock slide into my pussy. Your cock stretches the aroused tight muscles of my pussy, causing me to shatter longer and harder than I ever have before. All with a single thrust, ripping me from reality, and sending me over the top and down into oblivion, this time in orgasmic ecstasy. 

“DING”

I jump, looking around me; I am shocked to realize I’m still in the elevator and have just now reached the 12th floor. My whole body shutters as I come to terms with reality, none of it was real. I shake my head as I remember watching the numbers of the elevator count up…I was always a sucker for numbers counting up…just thinking of it…I shake my head, fearful that if I am not careful I’m going to make the same mistake again. I pinch myself this time before I check the numbers for the room and head down the hall. 

I am so wet from my self induced trance fantasy that I am afraid that I’m going to embarrass myself when I see you. I get to the door and this time I do not knock. I put the key in the door and open it. Instead of candle or an empty room I see you, standing by the window looking outward. 

You turn to look at me and I am lost in the dark eyes that I had seen in my fantasy. You walk up to me, putting one hand behind the small of my back, you shock me when your other hand reaches under my skirt and you part my lips, feeling my dripping wetness. You grin wickedly and ask, “Did you enjoy your massage? How about the elevator ride? Are you going to be bad or good for me this time my delightful pet?” 

My mind begins to spin the moment I realize the fantasies were all implanted trances from previous conversations. I feel your arms tighten around me as I sink into oblivion, no longer knowing or caring if this is real or a fantasy.



First Meeting Ch. 02



(Note: This story is designed to be read by the sub in a D/s relationship. Particularly, by a younger female sub for an older male Dom. The story is written in the first person and the present tense from the Dom’s point of view. It is NOT meant to imply or support any real incestuous relationships. In addition, the story is NOT meant to imply that the sub is in any way younger than the age of consent. 

The Dom is simply called “Daddy” by the sub because he is older. Part one of the story was published on Literotica.com as "First Meeting”. Check my author information for a link to the first part.

In the first part, a sub meets her online Dom in a hotel. It is their first meeting in person, although they have talked many times. The Dom takes the sub through some simple exercises to help her get accustomed to real life submission to him. If you haven't read the first part, this part may well be more enjoyable if you read it first.)

As you kneel before me, your legs open, shoulders back, and with your palms on your thighs, I look up and down your naked body which is still flushed from all the sexual activity. I wait and just look at you. You watch me for a little while and then realize I am waiting for something. You aren't sure what you are supposed to be doing so you finally ask. "Daddy, what can I do for you now? Is there something specific you want me to do?"

"Stand up, go get that desk chair and place it in front of the window about two feet from the glass. Put your butt against the window." I say. "Then bend over and spread your legs as wide as you can. Keep your butt pushed against the window and support your upper body with your shoulders on the seat of the chair."

Nodding, you get up and follow my directions, moving the chair into place and then turning to press your naked butt against the window. As you bend down to put your shoulders on the seat of the chair and spread your legs, your knees have to bend slightly and your pussy lips lightly come in contact with the window. You realize how open you are to the whole city and your pussy begins to ooze lubrication yet again. You look at me and I have begun to read a book so you relax, leaning your pussy against the window. 

After perhaps 15 minutes your legs are beginning to get tired. "Daddy, how long do I have to stay this way? My legs are getting really tired." You shift you weight back and forth but the movement sends chills up your pussy. You give a small gasp at the unexpected sensations and continue to move your butt a little rubbing your pussy lips against the glass.

"Did I say rub your pussy on the window?" I ask you. 

"No, daddy." you reply and stop moving. I close my book and get up from my chair and walk over to stand beside you. "I wonder if you left pussy juice on the window."  Reaching down, I pull your butt away from the window and, sure enough, there is a smear where your pussy has been pressing. "Tsk tsk" I say, shaking my head from side to side. "You have messed up my window. Now how will all those poor voyeurs out there get to see you clearly if you smear up the window with pussy juice?" I slap your butt in a firm spank. Then I stroke it again. The sting is real but goes right to your clit instead of being painful. "Now turn around and lick that smear off the window." I say.

You blink but turn and lean forward and lick the window where your pussy was pressed. I step back and watch you licking the window. I go into the bathroom and get a hand towel and give it to you. 

"Now polish the glass so it is clear again." As you polish the glass with the hand towel, I go and open a drawer in the dresser, and take out a short but full skirt and a blouse which is cut off to be a ‘cropped top’. "When you have finished using that towel on the window, use it to wipe your pussy off and come put these clothes on." I say , tossing them on the bed. I then turn and go into the bathroom. You hear me unzip my pants and in a few seconds, you hear the stream and know I am peeing in the toilet. You want so badly to come and peek and see what my cock looks like, but you are afraid to since I didn't give you permission. So, you finish wiping the glass, wipe your pussy off and then you pick up the skirt and put it on. It fits perfectly though it is a little shorter than you have ever worn before. You slip your arms into the blouse and button it and it too fits perfectly. Then you kneel in the position, your knees open, elbows and shoulders back as you know you are to be in that position when not told otherwise.

You hear the zipper of my fly and then I flush the toilet. You hear the sink water running for a bit as I wash my hands. I step into the room and look at you kneeling. "Good girl," I say. It makes you smile again for you are now constantly craving my praise. "Get up now, and come with me." I open the door and step out into the hall. 

"Daddy, uh … what about... um... panties or a bra or shoes and socks?" You begin moving toward the door though.

"Yes, bring your shoes and socks. But no panties or bra are needed." I reply. Just then a couple passes down the hall and looks sideways into the room at us, having overheard my comment about no panties or bra. You pick up your shoes and socks and hold them in your hand as you walk out to me in the hall, blushing at the funny look from the passing couple.

I shut the door to the room and start down the hall. You quickly scurry along to catch up. As we reach the elevator, a family of four shows up too. The family consists of a man and wife, and their son and daughter. The daughter appears about your age or a year or two older and the boy is your age or a year or two younger. We are all standing around waiting for the elevator to arrive and you are hurriedly pulling on your socks and shoes and I notice the father and the boy both watching you. Your body isn't really revealed but your nipples are hard and pressed to the material of the blouse. The short skirt shows off your legs and that is where the father's eyes seem to be glued.

"Where are we going, daddy?" you ask innocently, playing the daddy and daughter game in front of these people and enjoying it more than you thought you would. The father's eyes flick to me and then return to your legs. The girl's eyes go to you for the first time and then to me and back to you. The mother is rattling on about what they are going to do tomorrow and is unaware of all of the looking back and forth that is going on.

"Just out for a little walk, honey," I say. Reaching out, I flick my hand over your breast and nipple, brushing at imaginary lint on your blouse. "I think the cat must have gotten in to the suitcase while you were packing honey," I say. "You have little bits of very light colored cat hair all over that blouse." You glance at me and then down at your titties as my hand brushes the other nipple through the material. You look up and see the daddy, the brother, and the sister all staring at your titties, and the girl's mouth is hanging open in amazement.

"I should have checked it daddy. I am sorry." you say as you look up to my face, your nipple hot and burning with each touch of my hand. You never realized what a turn on it would be to have me touching you in front of people like this. You feel a blush creeping onto your face, but just then the doors to the elevator open and you and I move into the elevator. The family follows us and turns their back to us. They push the button for the lobby and I ask them to press the button for the pool area for us. The girl pushes the button for the pool area and then turns to look at you and smiles.

I pretend I don't notice as you return her smile. Reaching behind you, I slip my hand over your butt and down to the bottom of the skirt. You see the girl's eyes go down as she notices the movement. You see her eyes get big as she realizes I am rubbing your butt. Then, I slip my hand under your skirt, making it go high on your hip, and showing her you aren't wearing panties. You see her mouth drop open again. You see her nudge her brother who looks first at her and then follows her eyes to look at you. The parents are chatting away unaware of us behind them. The brother glances at his parents and turns slightly towards you, and you can see that he has gotten a hard-on that is making his pants stand out. The sister puts her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she cannot believe her eyes. 

I massage your bare ass cheek, and run my fingers around on your hip making your skirt go even higher. You are looking at the boy's hard-on and blushing but your nerves are transmitting signals to your clit and it is beginning to throb again. Without saying anything, I reach down with my other hand and pull the front of your skirt up, showing the brother and sister your smooth, freshly shaved pussy.  

You stand there, shoulders back, proud of your pussy and feeling completely aroused already again. Too quickly, the elevator arrives at the pool floor, and I drop your skirt. The parents move out of our way and we step out. As you look back, the doors begin to close and the brother's hard-on looks like it wants to tear his pants, while the girl has put her hand on her pussy over her jeans and is rubbing herself slightly. You smile and wave goodbye as the door shuts and the elevator moves on.

"Oh my, daddy," You say to me. "What if they tell?"

"I don't think it will be a problem," I reply. I lead you around the corner and we start down the hall toward the pool area. There is no one in the hall so I say, "Pull your skirt up above your waist, and rub you clitty while we walk. If anyone steps into the hall, then stop playing and drop your skirt."

"Yes, daddy," you reply. You pull the skirt up above your waist and begin to touch your clitty with your fingertip as you walk. The immediate flood of sensation almost makes you stumble, but you barely maintain your balance and keep up. When we get to the door to the pool, I stop you just out of sight of the glass door. 

"We have to be more careful here." I say. "Sometimes, hotels have security cameras covering areas like this. Let your skirt down and suck on that finger as we go in." You drop the skirt and move your finger from your clit to your mouth. I open the door and we walk into the very humid covered pool area. I lead you around the pool and we look for the security cam. 

Finding none, I am relieved, but there are five people in the pool area. One is a couple, sitting poolside. You think the guy looks familiar but you don't stare. A woman is in the pool by herself, swimming laps. A guy is in the pool, just relaxing. The last person is a guy sitting at a table with a canned drink of some sort. "Now, don't be too modest, but don't be too open either... Try to act sort of modestly immodest." I say. 

"What do you mean, daddy?" you ask just before I bump you with my hip and you topple into the shallow end of the pool with a great deal of noise and splashing about. "Oh honey," I say as you come up, sputtering pool water. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, daddy," you reply as your hands push your wet hair out of your eyes, but the wet white blouse turns transparent making you appear topless in the water and showing off your titties. Everyone's eyes are on you. The skirt floats up and your bottom is bare underwater, and flashed with the moving waves of the pool. You realize that the idea is that you aren't to worry about what shows, but we have made it look like an accident. "You have to get in too, daddy!" you say. Your arms go to your sides and your erect nipples show clearly through the transparent wet material. The man in the water slips under the water to look at you, knowing he will get a clear view of your naked bottom. 

"No, I am not going swimming in my clothes, but I will go get you a towel so you can dry off, honey," I say. I leave you standing exposed in the water and walk casually over to the towel supply rack and fetch you one of the hotel towels. I return and stand near the steps where the man in the pool has come up for air, as he is near the steps. "It will be easier to get out over here, honey," I call to you. You begin walking in the waist deep water, your skirt still floating up to the surface. The man goes underwater again as you walk toward him, giving him a clear view of your sweet pussy.

As you climb the steps, I reach out and take your hands. The pool water deposits your skirt in a wet clump on your hips, but not low enough to cover anything. As you climb the steps, your bare ass and pussy are fully exposed. You make no move to pull the skirt down, but take the towel from me and begin to dry your head. All of the eyes at the pool are on you and the woman swimming laps has even stopped to stare.

As you get your hair dried some, you pull the wet blouse away from your titties as if the cover them some, but the material sticks to them again immediately. You begin trying to dry the blouse with the towel, pretending you don't realize your pussy and ass are exposed by the clumped skirt. As you move the towel over your titties, they move back and forth and you play with them with the towel. Your nipples are sharp points beneath the shirt. Looking down, I see that the guy in the pool has taken his cock out and is stroking it under water. You see me looking and you look down at him and then back up at me. I smile at you so you smile at him and continue wiping the shirt but turn toward him so he can see your pussy better. He squirts a white stream into the pool as he cums. Then you pretend to notice that you need to pull your skirt down and reach down and pull the sides of the hem down. The skirt falls wetly into place and you resume drying off. 

"Let's go back to the room and get you some dry clothes, honey," I say. 

"Yes, daddy," you reply. "I don't think it would be too cool to go out this way." You grasp the front of your shirt, and pull it away from your titties which lets air get under it and you fan the material by pumping your hand in and out making the material slap against your skin and come away with each stroke. 

"Bring the towel," I say. "The hotel puts them all back into the same laundry. We will go back up to the room." I lead you to the door, open the glass door and out into the hall we go. Once the door is shut, you begin to giggle. 

"Daddy, that was so funny. Did you see that guy jack off?" you ask. “He came in the pool.

I nod in reply but lead you down the hall. "We must return to the room now baby. Pull your skirt up in front only and play with your clit as we walk, but don't cum." At the elevator, we stand waiting for an up elevator, and you stand there, legs open and rubbing your clitty. You stop as the bell announces the arrival of the elevator, but the door opens to an empty elevator. We enter and you immediately resume playing with your clitty as I pick our floor. I watch you rubbing your clitty, your finger disappearing into the smooth slit as the elevator rises. Finally, just as your knees are getting weak and you are afraid that you are about to cum, the elevator arrives at our floor. 

We walk down the hall, and though you are still playing with your clit, the walking activity keeps you from cumming. When we get to the room, I put the key in the lock and then look at you. "Do you remember the rule, honey?" You look at me a second, then remember and step back to the middle of the hall. I open the door and you look up and down the hall in each direction and then quickly take off the wet blouse. You drop it to the floor and undo your skirt and remove it. You look down the hall again, feeling very aroused and further excited by being completely naked in the hallway. You go down on your knees, pick up the wet clothes and crawl into the room.

Once you have entered the room, I shut the door and go into the bathroom. "Wring out the clothes the best you can and hang them on a towel rack." I tell you, gesturing to the far wall. "Then dry off and brush your hair out. When you are done, come back in the room. I am going to get prepared for our next adventure." With that I leave and go into the other room. 

You dry off and use the hair dryer to brush out your hair. When you have fixed it again, you come out and see me sitting at the desk. You come over to me and kneel with your knees open, back straight, head up, presenting your body in the open manner you know that I like. "I have finished what you told me daddy," you say. 

Looking up, you see that I seem to be fiddling with a paint brush and reading a piece of paper. You wait patiently, knowing that I will tell you when I am ready for you to do something else. For several minutes, nothing happens but then I take a black glass jar from the table and begin to shake it. The jar has a white lid, but you aren't sure what it is. You notice now there are some other jars of varying shades of gray. You hear the sound of liquid sloshing in the jar I am shaking. Finally, I stop shaking it and set it on the table top. I open it and you smell an unusual smell but you aren't sure what it is. 

"Stand up, honey," I say to you. "Stand her with your legs open a little wider than your shoulders." You rise and spread your feet as directed. You realize that the jar contains black paint of some sort. You watch as I dip the brush into the paint and then move to a sitting position on the floor in front of you. I paint around your leg at about mid-thigh. Then, I paint the other leg at about mid-thigh. This ring of black is placed on each thigh at the same distance above your knee and goes all the way around your thigh. By the time the second band is painted, the first band seems to be dry. Then I reach up and I paint a band around across your tummy about half-way between your belly button and the top of your pussy. I gesture and you turn and the band continues around the top of your buttocks just at the top of your crack and completes the loop. Then, I quickly begin to paint from the band on your thighs up to the band at your abdomen.  

You realize that I am filling in all the skin that is showing between the bands on your thighs and the band at your waist. I paint over your pussy, even working the brush and paint into your slit and all of your labial folds. "Bend your knees some and open wide for me," I say. I paint between your legs, completely covering your labia with black paint and into the labia, covering even the inner lips with the paint. You feel the tickle of the brush over your clit and then all around the opening to your vagina. At my signal, you turn and I paint your ass completely. The brush tickles as it slides between your ass cheeks, wet with cold paint, covering even your puckered asshole. 

"Bend over now," I say. You bend and I paint even more filling in your ass crack and the last bit of pink of pussy that shows. The paint dries quickly but is a supple latex and doesn't crack. "This is a special rubberized paint. It won't hurt you and will move with you, and I can get it off easily with a gentle solvent later." I make you stay bent until the paint in your crack and slit have dried. When you stand up, you can see yourself in the mirror, and you are amazed for it looks like you have shorts on because the blackness hides so much detail that you can't really even be sure you can see your slit. I get up and sit on the chair again and you turn to me. I paint a ring around your chest just under your titties. Then I paint a line over each shoulder. You realize that I am now painting a bra on you. I paint your titties completely, and now, you look almost like you have on a skin-tight form-fitting sports bra.

I close the jar and take a smaller brush and pick up a dark gray jar and shake it. I open the jar and dip the small brush in it and begin to paint around the edges of the "bra". As you watch, you realize I am making it look like there is a seam along each of the exposed edges and you are amazed and how quickly the "bra" becomes real.  




First Meeting Ch. 02



We manage to finish breakfast, you keeping my hand on your cock the whole time, me quivering in my seat. You sign the bill and take my hand and lead the way to your room. 

I still can't believe how good it feels to be with you, to touch you, to look in to your eyes. Being with you is so much better than my wildest of dreams. As I walk with you, my thighs quiver and I'm amazed how you are so utterly in control over yourself. Do I arouse you at all? Here I am already mush and you walk with purpose to the room, calm, collected. 

You use the card key in the room and open the door and let me in first. I slide in besides you and you close the door. Before I could even register the door closing, you push me against the wall and take my mouth - just taking it - owning it - kissing me like I've never been kissed before. My mouth assaulted, my body aflame with the desire you create, your mouth taking and biting and possessing. The kiss goes from possessive to tender, showing me that yes, I arouse you, too. It's heady and I can't help but return the kiss with everything I have. You pull away, as if to gather control, and I look at your mouth, which I deemed to require a warning label.

You take my hands and put them above my head and come very close to me, rubbing your whole body against mine, letting me feel how hard you are. My hips subconsciously push against yours and you pull away. You say, "Noooo pet, not yet." Then you start undoing my buttons. The dress I have on has buttons all the way up from hem to the V-neck. It can easily fall after you unbutton 3 or 4, but you undo each one - slowly. You talk the whole time. "How did you dress for me, Summer? Ooooh pretty strapless bra, pet, do the panties match? Yes they do, such a slut, dressing up to get fucked today." Your finger traces the line down my body as you unbutton each one until it's all unbuttoned and you drop the dress to the floor, leaving me in bra and panties and stockings and heels. 

You start to kiss my neck, knowing what it does to me. Slow licks and kisses. I reach up to hold your neck and you grab my hands and pull them down not allowing me to touch. You kiss my collar bone and my shoulders. Each light caress of your lips sends shivers of need up my spine and my body is starting the flow of lava that you always generate. Your mouth moves down and your tongue outlines my skin outlining where my bra ends and flesh begins. You know just where to touch. As if you've touched me 1000 times, you know each spot that sends electricity throughout my body. 

I start to push in to your mouth and you tell me to hold still and keep my hands to my sides. My body is aching from your kisses and your tongue. Your mouth moves down and through the satiny material of the bra, you suck my very hard nipple in your mouth. I gasp. I start to move my hands to touch you and you pull away. I move them back to where you said and your mouth rewards me by sucking the other nipple through the material. Torturously slowly, your mouth moves down my torso, kissing, licking, nibbling my skin. I'm moaning in pleasure. Your incredible hands firmly hold my sides as your lips move farther down. You can actively see my legs start to quiver. So gentle and so slowly your mouth possessing each inch of me. Your mouth moving down to my thighs, taking little bites sending my lust even higher. 

"I can smell your arousal, my little slut. Your need is obvious." You take your finger and touch the top of my inner thigh where I obviously had dripped some of my wetness and stood up and showed it to me. "Suck it!" 

You put your finger in my mouth and I suck happy with something in my mouth. I taste myself only lightly, but I can feel my heartbeat in my throbbing pussy. Then you shocked my by harshly forcing your jean-clad thigh between my thighs pushing high in to my pussy. The jeans against the satin of my panties and my throbbing pussy are driving me wild and you see it in my eyes. "Desperate for relief, little one?"

"Yes." I moan.

"When do you get relief, Summer?" 

"When you allow it, Sir." I whimper

I see your smile, wicked – almost a smirk.

"Very good, pet, very good." You push your thigh deeper and moving it around I feel myself get wetter and wetter. I feel the build invading my body. You take my mouth again kissing me wildly, possessively. I'm moaning in to your kiss thriving on what your thigh is doing, the textures alone driving me insane. You move it and move it, letting me build higher and higher. Your hand finds its way to my nipple pinching it hard and I feel like I'm about to explode. Reading me perfectly, you back away, removing your thigh, your mouth, your hands. "And it's not yet time, Summer." 

You come back to me and remove my bra, dropping it on the floor as your hands take both of my breasts in them, squeezing them together, licking up the middle – GAWDD it felt so good. "So soft, so beautiful." Then you remove my panties leaving me just in my thigh highs and heels. You're still fully clothed. 

You lead me to the bed and while I'm lying there, you go in to your bag and take out a few scarves and a black blindfold. You put the blindfold on me being very gentle and lifting my hair. You lift my arms over my head and tie them to the headboard with one of the scarves. You spread my legs and with the longer scarves you manage to bind those as well. I get wetter and wetter as you silently do all of this. The blindfold giving me uneasy sensations – not knowing where you were. 

For a minute or so I thought I heard you go back to your bag – but I wasn't sure and can feel my body's reaction to the pure vulnerability. It's something I've craved in my fantasies all my life, but reality is different and more exciting. 

Then I felt this softness on my neck. Small and soft making circles on my neck. You can visibly see the response – I'm getting goose bumps and that familiar heat traveling through my body. I don't know what this is – I just feel the slightest touch of softness making circles traveling my body. I then feel it come down on my breasts – the outline of them. Slow deliberate circles with this softness – small and soft and creating this build inside me.

On the outline of first my right breast, then the outline of my left.... Then up to my nipple. So erotically slow – this soft tip. I hear you whispering all my responses.... "Summer, you like that? Summer, you're quivering..." etc. Because of the blindfold, my other senses were exaggerated and this soft object was driving me.... It moves down and spends a long time around my navel as the river within keeps flowing. You knew what I needed but had no problems with the slow pace you set. Driving me insane with need... This soft tip finally moves down to my legs – my upper thigh – tiny circles...up...up.... Then the other thigh. You now visibly saw my reaction – the river within was flowing out too and I was dying for completion. "Summer, what do you want? You must tell me...You know you must ask for it." 

"Pleaseeeeeeeee let me cum!" I beg.

Circles, and figure 8s you didn't stop. Finally you put this object inside my very hot pussy and continue the circles. My body spasmed so powerfully, I felt lifted off the bed. 



First Meeting Ch. 02



Audra and Mark lay entwined on the floor. Audra still wore the blindfold Mark had put on her when she entered the hotel room, along with sheer, black thigh-highs and black high heels – and nothing else. Mark was still fully dressed, having concentrated first on pleasuring the beautiful woman now in his arms. He could hardly believe she had climaxed so quickly and so intensely. It must have been the combination of their earlier foreplay, the new situation, and the blindfold, which encouraged her to feel rather than see. He stroked her blonde hair gently as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

His eyes idly traveled down her nude form. The subdued lighting played gently across her golden skin, the curve of her hip. His hand followed his gaze, possessively caressing her and holding her closer against his body. Her skin felt sweetly pliant under his fingers. Her breasts were full and soft, with wide, dark pink areolae that made his mouth water. 

Now that her heart was no longer pounding, Audra's thoughts returned to the man at her side. No one had ever pleasured her so thoroughly; in fact, now that she thought of it, she blushed at the memory of how her fluids had gushed forth. She'd been too far gone to be self-conscious at the time, but now she worried that he would be put off. However, she had no intention of bringing it up: if it had bothered him, the best way to deal with it was to distract him. 

Gently shifting her leg, she lightly pressed her thigh into Mark's groin. His arousal was easy to feel, even through his slacks. A warm sensation spread over her, partly from desire but also from the knowledge that he was patiently and lovingly delaying his own gratification for her. At her touch, Mark drew an audible breath and tightened his arms around her.

Caressing his chest lightly through his shirt, Audra whispered, "I feel something I like." 

He chuckled softly. "You're welcome to take it off, then."

"Silly," she said. In a more sultry tone, she said, "You know I wasn't talking about your shirt." Sliding her hand down across his abdomen and below his belt, she very lightly grazed her fingertips over his hardness. Mark's hand stilled on her hair, and he seemed to be holding his breath.

She slowly lowered her hand, lightly touching either side of his cock with her fingers and thumb, tracing his length down as far as his trousers would allow, then back up toward the head, which now threatened to escape his waistband.

"Oh, I see," he said, a bit breathlessly. "You're welcome to take those off, too."

Audra giggled, then slipped out of his arms and stood unsteadily. Holding out her hand blindly, she said, "Come on, we've been on the floor long enough."

Expecting him to take her hand, she squealed in surprise when instead he scooped her up in his arms. When she rested her head against his shoulder, she could feel a growl of desire rumble through his chest. She could only imagine the picture they must make: a professionally-dressed man carrying a mostly-naked, blindfolded woman, her long, golden hair swinging in time with his strides.

Reaching the bed, he set her feet on the ground, letting her body slide against his in the process. For a moment, they simply stood, arms wrapped in a tight embrace, suspended in a hushed, hypnotic awareness of each other, hearts almost beating as one, her cheek against his chest, his against her hair.

Audra felt Mark's arms leave her back and rise to cup her face. His mouth descended on hers in urgent passion, tongue insistently and repeatedly stroking hers. His back felt taut under her hands as if it took all he had to control himself. His passion excited her, made her feel helpless as a minnow swept along a raging river.

Audra reached up with trembling hands and began to unbutton his shirt. Too impatient for this, Mark broke the kiss and picked her up again, this time depositing her on the bed. Audra finally pulled the blindfold off, desperately wanting to watch him, to see his body and the expression on his face. He dragged his shirt off over his head, threw it on the floor, then undid the button and zipper on his pants. In one fluid motion, he pulled his trousers, underwear, everything off. 

She drank in the sight of him in that instant. He had the pale skin of someone who works long hours indoors but was lean and well-built. Her hungry eyes focused on his erection, which she had seen many times on his webcam. It seemed larger in real life, deliciously real and thick and here, in front of her and soon to be inside her. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it.

Mark moaned deep in his chest. Her hand felt so small, so soft and warm around his cock. He had fantasized about this moment for so long that it seemed almost unreal that it was actually happening. For a moment he wondered whether he might have just fallen too deeply into a fantasy and merely believed she was here, touching him. But no, that sweet, insistent hand moved so differently from his own, wonderfully strange and new . . . he could feel each individual finger on the underside of his cock, her little thumb caressing the front and occasionally brushing the tip.

As wonderful as it felt, however, he gently removed her hand. It was one thing to make her come first by herself, but he wanted his first orgasm with her to be something they shared, to be inside of her and feel her body shuddering in time with his.

Climbing onto the bed, Mark stretched his body next to hers. Her eyes, a deep forest green in this light, locked on his. Even though he felt as if he would burst if he held back a moment longer, he searched her eyes for any hint of doubt or reservation.


"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" he asked. Audra could hear the ragged note of need in his voice.

She reached up to bury her hands in his hair, to caress his cheeks and the back of his neck. Softly, almost shyly, she replied, "I've been ready for you for a long time. I am a little scared, but . . ." She trailed off.

"Why scared?" he asked gently.

"I don't know. I guess scared that this will change everything for us . . . scared of what will or won't happen afterward . . ."

Mark lowered his head and kissed her, this time slowly, meditatively. He trailed small kisses across her cheeks and nose and forehead, almost as a parent kisses a child. But his stomach twisted uneasily. He could feel the answers he wanted to give her, or at least he thought he could. He wished he could open his mouth and spill out all the secret things he had been yearning for, the tender protectiveness he felt toward her, the promises he half-recklessly wanted to make. 

But he had never been that good at expressing himself verbally. Instant messaging was something else . . . he could sit and think and type and think and retype again, only sending a message forth when he was sure it said what he meant. The spoken word, however, was uncomfortably immediate and irrevocable.

He focused his eyes intently on hers, wishing he could open a window into her mind and simply deposit, in one neat little package, all the jumbled-up things he felt for her, and about himself. Instead, he said hesitantly, "I don't know what's going to happen either." 

Damn, he thought. He knew she was probably worried that he would use her, then walk away and never look back, but he didn't know how to reassure her without making rash vows. He tried again, "You know we can't make any promises to each other right now, but I want to see . . ." He desperately cast about for the right words, then continued more softly, "We both want something real. I want to see if that can happen with us."

It was enough. The little tense corners of her eyes softened. He lowered his head, and again they melted into something less a kiss and more a shift into someplace where the lines between them blurred and swirled, and time seemed to drift like smoke in still air.

As they kissed, Mark rolled his body halfway onto Audra's, parting her thighs gently with his knee. He had controlled and held back his desire for so long that it seemed to have lodged itself in a hard, aching lump at the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't deny it any longer. His hand shaking slightly, he guided himself to her already-wet opening.

Feeling the smooth head slip between her moist nether lips, Audra inhaled sharply. Her eyes squeezed shut almost instinctively so she could concentrate on how he felt. Mark leaned forward till he was nestled just barely inside her, then rested his elbows on the bed on either side of her. He caressed her face. "Look at me," he whispered.

Audra opened her eyes. They lay like that for several moments, caressing each other's faces and arms, savoring each point of contact between them. 

Slowly, Mark pressed forward, just a bit, a tiny little bit . . . smooth hardness nudging wet, soft folds aside, slipping, squeezing . . .

Audra's eyes drifted shut again, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He kissed her, relishing her soft breasts against his chest, the wetness gradually enveloping him, the increasing tension in her muscles. Audra returned the kiss fervently, raising her hips to meet his, invite him deeper. Her hands trembled down his back and to his buttocks, urgently drawing him nearer.

She was so tight. Mark clenched his jaw, then smoothly, firmly, slid the rest of the way into her. Audra's eyes flew open and she gasped, her whole body arching around his at the exquisite pressure. He slid a slightly shaky hand down her side and under her thigh. In response, she wrapped both legs around him. He pulled halfway out, then plunged forward, able to penetrate more deeply now. The light, tingling friction seemed to spread outward from his cock down the front of his thighs.

Audra's breaths came in little gasping pants. Half-coherent words slipped from her mouth. It was as if she could barely move her lips, barely move anything at all that wasn't directly involved in Mark penetrating her core as deeply as possible. It had been so long, years, since she had last felt a man inside of her, filling her not up, but down, a warm, hard, living thing to plumb her depths.

Making love to this woman was more incredible than he had imagined. He was trying to hold back a bit, to maintain a slow, steady pace -- in, out . . . in, out . . . in, out . . . -- but his body had other ideas. She was already beginning to tremble again, and this time he could feel that trembling with his entire body: arms, chest, belly, legs . . . hips, where her legs were wrapped around him . . . and of course, her hot tunnel quaking around his plunging dick. 

"I don't know how long I'm going to make it this time, baby," he gasped a little ruefully. Still panting, Audra managed a small laugh. Mark groaned at the extra pulsing pressure around his rock-hard member as she laughed.

"You . . . don't have to . . . baby," she said breathlessly. "I'm . . . so" gasp "closssssse . . . just fuck me . . . God, fuck me, please . . ." 

"Oh, God Audra . . ." he gasped. He plunged more quickly a few more times, then pulled out suddenly. She moaned in frustrated protest, but he grabbed her roughly by one arm and flipped her over on her stomach.

"Get on your knees," he growled. Audra pushed up on shaky hands and knees, then leaned up to rest her arms on top of the headboard. She looked over her shoulder to watch him.

Mark grabbed her hair like a handle and pulled her head back slightly. With his other hand, and without any preliminaries, he drove three fingers into her dripping cunt. 

"Ahh! Ohh, God!" she cried. He fucked her hard with his fingers a few times, then swirled his index finger all around inside her hole to gather up as much of her wetness as possible. Drawing it out, he pressed his slippery finger against her tiny, puckered asshole.

Pulling back on her hair a little more, he said, "Relax . . . let me in, baby." Audra whimpered a little, then sighed and forced herself to loosen muscles that were taut from need.

"Good girl," he whispered, then pressed harder against her rectum. With a little squishing sound, his finger popped in to the first knuckle. She gasped and shuddered, fighting to keep from tightening her muscles around his finger and rendering it immobile.

"You like my finger in your ass, don't you?" he asked in a low hiss.

"Ye-esss," she moaned softly, pressing her bottom back toward him.

"Tell me what you want me to do. I want you to beg me for what you want."

"Please . . ." her voice was almost inaudible, "please fuck my ass with your finger. And I need your cock in my pussy again."

"Hmmm . . . I don't know if that quite qualifies as 'begging.' Make me believe you want it."

"Fuck my ass, please!" she cried more loudly, and this time she pressed her bottom back against his finger as far as she could. At the same time, Mark thrust his finger forward so that it slid all the way in. He also slipped his thumb into her cunt so that he could rub the barrier between her rectum and her pussy. He began sliding both finger and thumb in and out, faster and harder on the way in, squeezing her barrier on the way out. 

Audra was pressing her hips up as high as they would go. Her ass and pussy were beautifully wide-open to him, pink folds all shiny and swollen with her desire.

Gasp! "Fuck me, please . . . oh God . . . please . . . fuck my pussy . . ."

Sliding his finger all the way back into her ass, Mark aligned the head of his cock with her watering little mouth and slammed it forward, smashing hard against her core.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Audra's fingers gripped the headboard till they were white and bloodless.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Mark groaned. 

Slam! . . . . . . Slam! . . . . . . Slam! With every forward plunge, the headboard banged against the wall.

Audra seemed only to be able to breathe in. Her lungs screamed for release, but her body only knew the need to draw inward -- his cock, his finger . . . the size difference both confused and drove her body closer to the edge – the thick cock filling and stretching her pussy, the much smaller finger stretching her tiny hole, which tried to clench rhythmically around the invading digit . . .

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump thump thump thump thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthump . . . Unable to get as deep or as fast as he wanted, Mark withdrew his finger from her tight asshole and instead dug his fingernails almost cruelly into Audra's soft hips, roughly jerking her back and forth, pulling that tight, wet glove onto his cock, buttocks pressing tautly forward, holding himself perfectly still so he could fuck her pussy back and forth on himself. Her pussy made wet smacking sounds with every move, especially as he slammed her backward against his hipbones. Her swollen lips tickled and caressed his balls with every backward stroke.

At first she tried to help, to match his rhythm, but she finally gave up and let him control her. Her breasts swung back and forth with each stroke, nipples hardened like little pebbles. Giving up that control let him pull her onto him more completely, more deeply. He was like a piston, thrusting ever faster. Her inner lining grew at once less sensitive and more, almost numb in a sense but with a glowing, burning fire spreading from her core outward to her fingers and toes.

She drew a long, loud, gasping breath. "Oh GOD . . . I'm going to come!"

Mark urged her on. "Yesssss . . . I love fucking this hot little pussy . . . come for me, baby . . . let me feel your little pussy fucking squeeze my cock . . . I want to feel your body shake, baby . . . come on . . . you're so beautiful when you come . . ."

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Ohh-hhh-hhh-hhh-hhh, Gooo-ooo-ooo-ddd, YESSS-SSS-SSS-SSS!" she cried, her voice undulating in time with his pounding thrusts. Her muscles tightened involuntarily under his hands, disrupting his rhythm. Gripping the headboard next to her hand, Mark instead began plunging himself forward again, buttocks driving his pulsing cock into Audra's now-violently shaking cunt.

His cock seemed to swell, once, twice, THREE, FOUR, FIVE . . . "YESSSSSS!!!" he hissed. "Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhhh . . . uggggggghhhhhhhhhh . . ." The sounds tore from his throat, all control gone, unable to even consider whether he might be thrusting too hard for her, only sensible of the "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" yes! go! fuck! oh GOD there it goes . . .

With several last, erratic plunges, cum burst from his cock, spurting hard, deep, and hot in her quaking flesh.

Oh, God . . . . . . . . . *gasp* . . . . . .

His body slumped over till his chest rested against her back. One hand still gripped the headboard as if the fingers were now permanently attached, and the other wrapped unconsciously around her tummy in an exhausted embrace. They both knelt there for a few minutes, gasping and feeling the aftershocks sparking back and forth between them.

"I need to lie down," she whispered. 

Mark chuckled quietly. "I want to stay inside you . . . here, move with me . . ."

Slowly, a little awkwardly, they shifted so they both lay on their sides, spooning, his softening cock still nestled deep inside her pussy. Once they were comfortable, Audra nestled back against his chest. Mark wrapped one arm around her, hand possessively cupping a soft breast. Exhausted, they drifted off to sleep, replete and utterly content with each other's comforting presence. 



First Meeting Ch. 02



"You little nymph!" 

Jake pushed her back down onto the bed and held her hands down and laid his body against hers. She gasped as his lips met hers in a frenzied manner, his tongue pushing her lips back and plunging into her mouth. His kiss alone stirred her again and she felt her juices slowly escape her inner most recesses. His lips moved hers and found her neck, he kissed and nibbled down her neck and as he reached her shoulder her groan made him slow his movement and suck on her neck harder. Her body writhed beneath him and her stifled moans increased, he could tell he'd found a spot on her neck that made her ache for more of him. 

Jake continued his path down her neck, stopping only briefly to look into her eyes and see her desire. His tongue slipped down her chest to her bare nipple, drawing one into his mouth, then moving on to the other. Her back arched with aching for him, her moans increased. Finally Jake let loose of one of her hands and she instantly grabbed his neck as if to pull his lips back to hers. 

In a swift motion Jake caught hold of both of her wrists with one hand and held her hands away as he continued to torment her with his nimble tongue. His fingers found her soft wet pussy and gently slid inside her once again, she was so wet and wanting, he groaned as how good it felt inside her. Jake released his hold on her hands and looked up at her, pausing his assault on her wet pussy, looking into her eyes, as if to be sure she was ready to continue. Jessie was biting her bottom lip and the look in her eyes told him she wanted him to take her again.

Jessie was biting her bottom lip as she watched Jake continue to slide his fingers inside her, her body was consumed by desire for him and she wanted to experience everything their intimacy had to offer. She reached down and grabbed his wrist and pushed his fingers out of her pussy, then moved his fingers to the entrance of her anus. Jake looked up at her with a questioning look and without having to say a word to her, she nodded. With that, he pushed his finger into her ass and felt her body shudder. 

"Turn around" she demanded "I want your cock in my mouth again." 

Jake refused but continued to work his fingers into her ass, first the one, then another, feeling her hips grinding them deeper inside of her. Jake paused only for a moment before pushing a 3rd finger into her hole, it only served to have her body rock harder against him. Before he could pause to work in a 4th finger, she was pulling away from him and shoving him onto his back.

"You want?" she asked as she climbed on top of him. 

"Oh hell yes, I want in your ass so bad." 

With those words, a coy grin came across Jessie's face as she bit her lower lip. She reached down between their bodies and slowly slid his throbbing cock deep inside her ass and started to rock back and forth, working his cock deeper into her. Jake watched her eyes nearly close and her teeth bite harder into her already red and swollen lip, her moans told him how much she enjoyed him sliding into her. Jake reached up and grabbed her tits as she started riding him, pinching and teasing her nipples. 

He stopped assaulting her nipples and reached around pulling her shoulders down so his mouth could reach hers. By now she'd worked his cock deep inside her hole and was moaning in obvious pleasure. 

"Damn, fuck, Jessie....your ass feels so good, fuck....I want to take you from behind, please baby." Jake groaned.

Jessie just grinned and kept grinding herself on his cock, her tits bouncing while she jammed herself harder and harder down onto his cock, finally Jake couldn't take it anymore. He wanted control, with one swift move, he flipped her over onto his back and sat between her knees, cock still deep inside her ass. Jessie reached down and began working her clit as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass. 

He began pumping and pounding her harder, occasionally reaching down placing his hand over hers while she rubbed her clit. 

"Jake, I want you to cum in my ass, fuck me hard and cum in my ass." Her tone almost whining, begging for him to cum in her, it only made him push harder. 

Jake wanted to make her have a screaming orgasm before he allowed himself to cum, he reached down between their bodies and made quick work of sliding 3 fingers inside her pussy while he continued to pound her ass. 

Her moans almost became screams and for a brief moment he paused worried he was hurting her, until her hands reached around and grasped his ass, pulling him into her. He could feel the muscles in her pussy begin to tighten around his fingers as he kept pounding her pussy with his fingers and his cock deep in her ass, he could feel himself ready to blow, but held back, working her pussy harder so they could both cum together. 

"Baby, I'm going to cum, cum with me, cum on baby, fuck....ohhhhh yeah....." she screamed as she started to cum. 

With those words, he also started to cum, feeling her juices flowing all over his fingers, squirting onto his stomach made him cum harder, ramming his cock deep into her as his juices filled her, her hands holding his hips hard against her, her nails dug into his flesh, their bodies writhing together. Jake nearly flopped down against her chest, barely able to catch his breath but he'd noticed she really wasn't breathing so well. 

"Baby, are you ok....I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, she could hear the concern and sincerity in his voice. 

"No baby, I'm just getting my bearings, wow, you are......fucking amazing" she whispered.

Jake rolled off her and laid beside her, both of them panting heavily from the exertion. Jake gently trace the outline of her lips, her chin, and down to her nipples. It was almost as though he was using his hand to memorize her features. 

And thus, their lives intertwined in a moment they both needed desperately. The following months went by swiftly for Jessie, she wrote to Jake often while he was away. The e-mails and letters arrived often for them both and their friendship continued to blossom into something neither of them expected when they originally met.



First Meeting Ch. 02



*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental*

With my mouth and tongue occupied with your dripping cock, my mind begins to take in the details of my predicament. Here I am on my knees in front of you, my lips spread into a large O by the ring gag fastened around my neck. I am distinctly aware of the carpet under my stocking-encased knees and the toes of my high-heeled shoes in the floor under my round butt. The chastity cage around my swollen cock has been tight since you arrived and I can almost feel the wetness as it drips from the end. My wrists have finally become accustomed to the cold steel of the hand cuffs. The air is cool on the lube still coating my hole, recently opened by the rough fucking I received and still framed by the black open crotch panties which contrast with the rosy pink of my cheeks from the spanking. The boning in my leather corset is beginning to poke in places, reminding me of my place as your slut. My wig has begun to stick somewhat to my forehead and the collar around my neck has faded to almost an afterthought.

The mental explorations come to a close suddenly when I feel your cock shifting in my mouth from you settling in deeper to the recliner, using the remote to click between the channels on my television. News channels, sporting events, cable movies, all flash by behind me as my view of your cock in my mouth never changes.

"Yes indeed slut, the start of a beautiful weekend. Are you enjoying yourself?" you ask, looking down at me between your legs. I look back up at you, nodding my head as best I can with my mouth occupied.

"Hahaha! Hard to answer isn't it bitch? Well you'll get used to it," you inform me with a wink and I can feel a deep blush pervade my cheeks at the attention. The minutes begin to tick by one after another until I've lost track of time, the only sounds marking the silence those of the changing channels and your occasional moans when I perform particularly well. I find myself trying to illicit deeper and longer moans from you, doing my best to please you. My reward is your precum coating my tongue, allowing me to taste you in my mouth.

"You are growing quite talented at this, slut. I wonder how long your training will last until you become the consummate professional. We'll have to wait and see at another time," you say, pulling your cock out from the middle of the gag and freeing my mouth. Grabbing my chin and looking down into my open mouth, I see a most wicked smile cross your face.

"Yes this mouth will become most talented indeed! For now however there's nothing worth watching on TV so you'll have to provide an alternative."

Rising up from the chair and standing over me you reach down to the buckle at the back of my neck.

"Now I'm going to take this gag off and give your jaw some time to relax. But while it's off you are not to say a single word, understand? Nodding or shaking that pretty little head will have to do. Got it?"

I nod my head up and down to indicate my understanding and I'm rewarded with the release of my mouth from the strict confines of the ring gag. Stretching my jaw I'm careful not to utter any noise of relief. Looking up at you I can see a satisfied smile on your face and I blush once again from the attention and my own pride in myself for pleasing you.

"Feel better, slut? Well don't get too comfortable. We're going to play a little game. It doesn't have a name, at least not one that I've come up with yet but I think you'll enjoy it."

"Rule number 1: no peeking!" I'm informed as you move to the table, taking up the blindfold and adjusting it around my head. My world goes dark and I can feel my other senses begin to heighten. Suddenly I feel your heavy cock smack into my right cheek, making me jump with surprise.

"Hahaha! Just checking slut. Rule number 2: this is a hands on game so these cuffs won't be needed."

My wrists are released from the handcuffs, allowing full movement once again of my arms. I bring my hands around in front of me, rubbing the red spot where the cuffs were sitting. With the circulation returning I place my hands on my thighs to either side of my cage.

"And finally rule number 3: you will use anything I give you to use in whatever way you think will please me to watch. Do you understand the rules, slut?" Remembering your instructions to keep quiet I nod my head up and down to indicate my consent.

"Good. First, I'm sure you're getting a little cold so lay back and use those hands to warm up."

I nod my head in understanding as I slowly lay myself back on the carpet and begin to run my hands over my body. Starting with my neck and slowly rubbing down over the corset my hands explore under the leather, pinching my sensitive nipples as I go. Moving down my smooth torso, my hands frame my chastity cage and make slow circles around my trapped cock. Raising one leg in the air, I run my fingers down my thigh and calf before massaging back up my legs. Repeating the process with the other leg, I soon have both legs in the air. Slowly spreading my legs I run my hands down the inside of my thigh, up my body and back to my neck and shoulders. My hands continue to explore my body when I feel a slight bump from an object landing on the floor next to me.

"Reach out to your right, slut. Take it and use it."

I reach out my right hand and feel my butt plug next to me. I realize it's the same butt plug that I had mistakenly worn to meet you at the door, the same one that had been harshly yanked out of my hole upon sight of my mistake. Taking up the plug I quickly raise my knees up to my chest and put the tip to my hole which is now on prominent display. Working the tip inside I push the plug in deeper before removing it back to the tip. Repeating the process I soon have the major bulk of the plug poised just outside the rim before popping it through with a quick push. The plug's crown quickly thrusts against the insides of my ass as my hole closes around it, bringing a flush to my cheeks at the sudden feeling of fullness. As the plug finds its seat in my hole my hands begin their roam over my body again, becoming more sensual and insistent as the plug heightens my own state of arousal. My hands are interrupted when a small metallic chain lands on my chest.

"I'm assuming you know what to do with those."

Without seeing I reach down and take the chain off my abs, feeling the two clamps on either side. Reaching for the corset on my chest, I slowly unsnap the top hooks and free enough room to work both hands under the leather. My ministrations quickly have my sensitive nipples hard and I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning at the pleasure. With one hand holding my right nipple away from my body I slowly let a clamp bite into the tender flesh. As the rubber coated teeth go to work, my back is arched and my breathing quickens. After a few minutes of adjusting to the new sensation I take up the clamp attached to the other end of the chain. Opening the jaws, I hold my left nipple out and let the clamp snap shut. A few minutes more and my hands are once again roaming my body with a noticeably quicker pace, pausing occasionally to tap the end of the plug in my ass or tug on the chain between the clamps. Before long I hear a very noticeable thump from beside me.

"Let's see how you do with that one, bitch. Make me proud."

Reaching out, my hand wraps around one of my toys and from the touch I recognize it as the pink vibrator. It's not my longest toy but it's one of the fattest and I can feel my face blush at the thought of my ass soon being wrapped around it as you watch. On an impulse I bring the vibrator to my lips, pushing it into my mouth and licking around the tip. From your brief chuckle I can tell you are pleased and I work harder to suck the tip of the vibrator. After a few minutes I find myself more turned on from the performance, my hips slowly thrusting into the open air and my ass squeezing down on the plug. As I use one hand to hold the dildo to my lips, the other hand begins its journey down the length of my body before finding its way between my cheeks to the base of the plug. Slowly pulling it out, the plug stretches open my hole before being released. Laying it to the side, both hands are soon busy with the fat dildo as I bring it down to my waiting and eager ass.

Pushing the tip of the pink vibrator into my boi cunt, I can feel my hole open around it. As the head slowly pops in, my mouth opens into a silent O and I hold the vibrator still to give my ass time to adjust. After a few minutes the toy is slowly pulled from my pussy before I push it back in farther this time. Repeating this slow fucking I am giving myself, I pull the vibrator out and push it back in deeper each time before finally the round base is snug against my hole. The feeling of being filled returns as I lay my head back onto the carpet and begin breathing deeply, enjoying the sensation of being stuffed.

Soon the urge for more overtakes me as I pull the dildo out of my ass until just the tip is remaining. With a quick thrust, I plunge the dildo back into my boi pussy until it's once again seated deeply. Arching my back in pleasure, I begin a slow rhythmic fucking of my ass. As my legs grow tired I slowly roll myself over onto my side, keeping the dildo deep in my cunt. With one leg bent higher and resting on the carpet, I reach behind my bubble butt and once again begin fucking myself with the fat vibe. As the tempo begins to grow faster and faster I am soon pulling the chain between my nipple clamps with my free hand. The toy is reaching deep inside my ass and the constant pressure is creating an almost constant stream of wetness from inside my cage. The pounding I am giving myself continues at a frantic pace, the base of the dildo almost continuously smacking against my cheeks. I am soon breathing heavy as my pace begins to slow and the hard fucking is replaced with a deep grinding of the toy into my boi hole. Attempting to push the dildo in deeper I am moving it around in circles, further stretching my ass. As my almost feverish pounding of my butt comes to an end, I slowly start to withdraw the dildo until the tip itself breaks free. Feeling my ass gaping open to your sight, the vibrator is replaced by the plug from the floor which I firmly seat back into my hole.

Lying back on the floor to catch my breath I reach up and gingerly remove the clamps from my nipples, a sudden intake of breath all that belies the pain present from the blood rushing back to my tender nubs. Putting the chain and clamps to the side and using my fingers to work on my nipples, I feel you stand up and walk over to me. I blink in the light as you remove my blindfold.

"Very good show, slut. I am very proud of you! In fact I think you've earned a treat. Let's get you dressed and head out."

I slowly nod my head as I stand up on legs still shaking from the strain of my self-pleasuring. Walking on the heels I follow you as you walk into my bedroom. Indicating for me to sit on the bed you walk into my closet and return with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"Stand up and take off those heels and that corset" you instruct me, tossing the clothes in your hands onto the bed. I bend over and remove the heels from my feet, giving you an open shot at my plugged backside and pink cheeks. Standing back up and unhooking the corset I lay it on the bed in a neat pile. Coming over to stand in front of me you remove the wig from my head, then reach down and unsnap the collar from around my neck.

"You've been good so far slut, so I won't make you wear the collar around your neck when we go out. But remember that you're MY bitch and will do what I say, understand?"

I nod my head in agreement as I look down to the ground.

"Plus I'm sure that this will keep you line, won't it?" you ask as you reach out and take a firm grasp on my cock cage. I nod my head more emphatically this time.

"That's good slut, because I would hate for something to happen to the key" you tease, laughing when my eyes go wide.

"Now get dressed so we can go out!" you order. Picking up the jeans I pull them on over my stockings and crotchless panties. They are a tight fit and do a commendable job of holding my cage in check and the plug in my ass. I put on the t-shirt then take the sneakers that you're holding, put them on my feet and lace them up. Standing back up and looking at myself in the mirror I see the appearance of my normal self, something I definitely do not feel like as you reach out and give the plug in my ass a firm tap through my jeans.

"Alright, time to go" you announce as you grab the keys and hand me a jacket before leading me to the door and out into the night, leaving me to wonder where we're going.



First Meeting Ch. 03



"That's it, pet. I love when you cum for me like that - completely transported and wild. Although I didn't actually give you permission, you did beg quite nicely. Don't do it again without me telling you, do you understand?"

Still in my blindfold and tied to the bed, your words whispering in my ear. I nod, still speechless from the intensity of the orgasm. "Good girl, pet." I wonder if you knew how those words made me feel.

I feel you get off the bed and unzip a bag. I'm trying to figure out what you're doing and ask. But there is silence and more vulnerability lying there blindfolded and tied up. My legs are still quivering. "Where are you? What are you doing?"

"Patience, pet." Your voice is closer now - back where I can feel your breath. You sit back on the bed and I feel my heart pounding faster. "I can see your nerves and excitement. But I also see your thighs still wet from your cum. So enjoy, pet." 

Your mouth takes mine again and my body responds like magic. You keep kissing me taking and taking. Your hands are gentle and strong at the same time and are moving down my body - my sides. They are touching my stomach and breasts and neck - all over - making the electrons pop all over me. Your clothes are still on and I feel the textures against my flesh. Whimpering and moaning my pleasure as your hands and mouth move down my body. When you get to my thighs, I moan louder wanting you there. 

"I love how you try to writhe, little slut. But you know you must tell me what you want."

"You seem to always KNOW what I want." I whimper. I hear you laugh that wicked laugh you have. My pussy can feel your breath so close. I'm dying to have you there. I try to push down in to your mouth, but can not because of the restraints. 

"Tell me, slut!"

"Lick me there, please lick me there!" I beg.

"Where? Where does my pet want to be licked?"

Oh God! "My pussy, Sir, pleassssseee lick my pussy!"

"Is that what you want? My little slut wants her pussy licked?" Your mouth and breath gets closer and I feel that build even without your tongue. I need it so badly. I'm right there on the edge. 

"Are you sure that's what you want? You don't want my finger there? Or my hard cock?"

"YES!!! YES!!" I'm screaming now.

"Which is it, little one? What do you want? You know what you have to do." 

Your words are driving me higher and higher. I don't know how much longer I can stay here. "Your mouth, your tongue!!! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee. Lick me, I want your tongue there! I beg you! I need to cum!"

"And my tongue will make you cum? I think my words alone might make you cum, you slut. I think all I have to do is say the word and you'll shatter. I so love this state you're in. You would do just anything for me right now. Anything I wish."

God, his words.... I've never stayed at this edge so long. I'm dying for release and he's right. If you just said the word. I don't dare cum without you saying. 

"Yesssss, please Sir...anything. Let me cum, I beg you. I need it so badly!" 

"Then, CUM, BITCH! CUM NOW!!! GIVE IT TO ME!" You yelled and at your word, my body shattered like thousands of glass shards exploding. 

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! OMGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" And as I was shattering 2 orgasms back to back, THEN, you put his mouth on my pussy, drinking me in and sending me to more orgasms - nonstop orgasms. You're drinking and I'm gushing and your breath and mouth and tongue on me is sending me over the edge til I don't know my name. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDD!!!" 

You take your mouth off and as I try to come back to Earth, I vaguely hear you take your clothes off. Your hands come back on my flesh, touching my breasts, playing with them, loving the way they feel and respond to your touch. You straddle me still in my blindfold, and I feel your cock on my face. I open my mouth, dying to taste you. You tease me. 

"You want this, slut? Is this what you want? A cock in your mouth?" Not believing my own body is responding again to you, I stick out my tongue, wanting to taste - not knowing where you're going to move it. 

"Yes Sir, I want to taste you, please. Feed it to me, please." 

"Now that's a good little slut asking nicely for a cock in her mouth." Then you reward me and I have your pulsing, throbbing cock in my mouth. You're larger than I expected and thick and feel perfect. 

You gasp softly and that feeds my hunger. I start to suck and lick under the rim. I lick it and suck it - God, it tastes and smells so good. Your precum tastes so good. I suck and suck as best as I can with no hands. You start to fuck my face a bit and then you remove it - leaving me so hungry for you. 

"More! Please, put it back!" 

"Patience my little cock slut, you'll have it soon enough." Then I feel something enter my pussy - a dildo! It's deep inside me. You start fucking me with it and it's so sudden and so hard and so intense I feel the build right away. It's driving me insane, just shy of my clit the way you put it inside. 

"Cum, Summer, cum all over this dildo!" You fuck me in and out with it and I explode in to a thousand pieces - gushing all over the dildo. 

You then lift my ass up and insert the wet dildo in to my ass in one slow push. It glides in from all my cum on it. You put me back down so that the bed keeps the inside me. I'm groaning, it's so tight feeling so good. Then I hear a buzzing sound and know you have a vibrator in your hand. I'm trying to writhe with this dildo up my ass and now hearing that familiar sound, I'm getting more and more aroused. You put the tip of the buzzing vibrator first on my left nipple - knowing it's the less sensitive one. 

"Mmmmmmmmm" then you move it to the right. "MMMMMMMMMM!!" Oh god it feels so good. You move it down my belly and you let it rest on my clit. You just put it down letting it rest right there, buzzing my clit!!! 

"OMGGGG! I'm going to cum again!!!"

"Summer, if you want your fantasy of being filled completely fulfilled, you will NOT cum unless ordered." 

Oh my God, he's going to do that for me. I stop what I can, but my clit is buzzing and the build is driving me insane. You sense I'm on the edge so you take it off my clit and ram it deep inside my pussy - still on. Now my pussy and ass are filled. 

You mount me again and say, "What's left, my little slut? What does my little whore want now? Are you content with a dildo up your ass? Noooo. Are you appreciating the vibrator in your pussy? Maybe...but you want more. You want my cock, don't you, pet. You want my cock completing you." 

As you talk, your cock is teasing my face and my tits and my mouth. My mouth is open, waiting...wanting. I spoke of this fantasy to you once never imagining it to be possible. 

"Yesssssssssss, please fill me. Fill me completely. Fill my mouth with your cock, Sir. Please!!!!! I'm begging you."

"Begging? You call that begging, slut?" Your cock near my lips, the vibrator pulsing electrons through my body. My whole body on fire for you.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee Sir, I'll do anything. I need you. I need to cum filled with you. Please Sir - PLEASE. Let me do anything for you, just do this, pleaseeeeeee!!!!!" I'm almost in tears with need. You keep teasing me. 

"Yes, slut, you WILL do anything for me! Don't forget that. Now here." Your reward me with your cock in my mouth. And you start FUCKING my face, gagging me with it. So big, so hard - throbbing. 

"You may cum as you wish, slut, but when I cum you are to hold it in your mouth and not swallow til I say so." You fuck my mouth, I suck and suck. More and more. And I love how you fill my mouth - so hard - so thick. Pulsing and throbbing in my mouth - it's so delicious. Your precum. You start really moving in and out of my mouth and with your hand fuck my pussy with the vibrator. I start to cum and you fuck me so hard with the vibrator. And I moan vibrations on your cock. I moan in your cock. 

"Yes, Bitch, take it! All holes filled, what a slut you are. Now CUM! I feel you start to cum. 

"Cumminggggggggggggg!!!!" I moan. OMGGGGGGG. I can't believe the intensity. I'm about to explode like I never have before. You start spurting in my mouth and I take it without swallowing it. Cumming like crazy over and over again, being blind making the intensity even stronger. I shatter, implode, explode. I hear you groan, 

"Yessss what a good slut you are! You may now swallow it, pet. You were so good." 

I swallow your essence and savor the taste of you. You remove the blindfold and toys and untie me. You hold me as I quiver under your flesh, thoroughly spent and smiling. "Thank you, Sir." I say as I drift off to sleep.