0 comments/ 194870 views/ 7 favorites Following Instructions By: CastaliaGalatea I sat in the lounge, comfortably resting in one of the thick leather chairs, and read a magazine. I scanned the pages of the latest edition of Cosmopolitan, too tired and worried to really concentrate on any of the articles. A short editorial on the latest fashions caught my eye, mostly because it was light reading. I began to immerse myself in the article, losing myself as the writer discussed Paris and Milan. My mind slowly wandered from the pages of my magazine as I wondered what it would be like to actually visit Paris, France. I imagined myself in front of the Eiffel Tower as a brilliant red sunset lit up the city's horizon. It was sizzling in my daydream - no, I thought as I changed my mind, it was warm with a chilly breeze. A cute native of the city noticed me shivering from the cool north wind and offered me his coat. I imagined his romantic accent and thought that the man of my dreams would be impeccably dressed and would be forceful...yet passionate. Yes, I realized with a dreamy grin, he would be forceful when we first touched, but then he would melt away into a sensitive lover... I was imagining us making love right in front of the Eiffel Tower when I was jerked back to reality. The secretary, only a few feet away from me, was calling my name. "Saraia," she said in a strict and hoarse voice, obviously worn down with her old age, "Miss Park, the principal will see you now. He's the last doorway on the left." I arose from my chair and shut my magazine with a crisp, clean motion. I slowly walked down the hallway. I didn't want to walk at too brisk a pace - my knees were still a bit wobbly from the excitement of imagining my affair with the Frenchman. Just thinking up such a steamy scenario had affected me in more places than my knees. My nipples were firm and perky, and I knew that they had become visible through my white blouse. My vagina had grown moist and tight, and I knew that my panties were wet. I wished that I was so visibly aroused, but there was nothing that I could do to force my nipples down. At least the principal wouldn't be able to see my panties. I opened the thick cedar door and walked inside. Mr. Rivera, fairly young for a principal, was sitting in a large leather chair behind his desk. He was clicking his mouse, obviously doing some work on the computer. When he saw me entered the room, he hurriedly clicked a few more times, and then his undivided attention was on me. I saw his piercing hazel eyes linger for a few moments on the curves of my polo shirt, but they quickly drifted up to look me in the eye. I sat down in a chair. "Saraia Park, yes?" he asked me in a low and commanding voice. I nodded silently, too intimidated by his steely gaze to speak "I called you to my office today to give you a bit of news," Mr. Rivera said, standing from the chair and slowly beginning to make his way over toward me. "You, Miss Park, have been chosen for an award this year. You know that we expect excellence at Saint Brigid's Catholic Academy. We always have. But you...you have done even more than what is expected of our students." My cheeks burned red with embarrassment - and pride. I had given up quite a few things to become the model student that I had. I hadn't nourished my social life, and I had all but forsaken dating. Rather, I had spent my nights with books, and my weekends were filled with community service. My school only required that we do ten hours of community service each year, but I had done sixteen hours all ready - and it was only November. Mr. Rivera had all ready reached my side, and he placed one hand on my shoulder. He continued, "You're set to receive the Saint Brigid's Award of Academic and Religious Excellence on Tuesday." His hand drifted down a little, to my collarbone. "I just wanted to let you know in person. I invented the award, actually, just for you." His hand fell down lower, right to the top of where my breasts began. "I thought that there needed to be an award for girls like you. Would you like to thank me, at all, perchance?" With those last words, his hand fell right onto my breast and fondled it, pinching my perky nipple. I used my shoulder to push his arm away and immediately stood up from my chair. I stared at Principal Rivera with a look of both disbelief and disgust. I flipped my long auburn hair back behind my shoulder and walked briskly to the door. He, however, was closer to it than I was and blocked it off. "I don't believe," he said with a cold, menacing voice, "that you'll want to be leaving. Or screaming. Miss Park, I assure you that, should you let anything know of this, your grades will quickly be dropped to ones well below average. I have that kind of leverage in the school community. I am, after all, the principal of this school. Upon hearing that, wouldn't you like to stay a while?" His mouth curled into a sneer. My heart seemed like it would beat right out of my chest as I closed my eyelids over my dark brown eyes and sighed. I barely nodded, too shocked and disgusted with myself to speak a word. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mr. Rivera lock his office door. He then paced over to his desk and removed a roll of thick duct tape from one of the bottom drawers. As he wrapped the tape over my eyes, he told me in a husky whisper, "You won't want to fight me, Saraia. This can be a great experience for you, or it could be a traumatic event that will leave you scarred for life. Don't you want it to be wonderful? I've been watching you the entire school year. You have a great passion for learning, Saraia, and I've the desire to teach." Mr. Rivera rolled the tape over my mouth, not even giving me a chance to reply. I was blind, and I was mute. My ears, one of the last senses that I had left, became alert and keen. I heard something rolling across the floor - it sounded like Mr. Rivera was bringing his leather chair over closer to me. I heard a rustling of clothes, and I was certain that I heard him unzip his pants. I winced, feeling unimaginably violated and outraged. How would I possibly live with myself if I felt this sick all ready, when he had only touched my breast and taped my mouth and eyes shut? "Take off your school polo," he commanded me in a deep voice, full of desire and need. I was ambivalent upon how I thought he sounded - either like a sleazy old man, or an attractive master. I quickly made up my mind that he sounded like a dirty old man. How could I possibly consider this man attractive? He was forcing me to do things for him that I had never even done with a boyfriend, and he was twice my age. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a sharp crack across my cheek. My face burned with a bitter pain, and I realized that Mr. Rivera had slapped me. I heard him sit back down - the leather material squeaked. I gingerly rubbed my face with my palm, feeling scalding hot tears prick at the edges of my eyes. "I said to take off your shirt," he said in an atrocious tone. "Now." This was no time for me to ponder my predicament. I took my hands away from my sore and throbbing face, and I unbuttoned my white shirt. The cold draft of the air conditioning hit my nearly bare chest with a shock, yet I finally dropped my shirt on the ground. I could practically feel Mr. Rivera's eyes taking in the sight of my torso, nude except for my thin gauzy bra. I wished that I had worn a thick sports bra, but I had instead chosen one of the sexiest bras I had. If only I had known was Mr. Rivera was planning! He groaned softly just a foot away from me, and I heard the friction that I assumed was his hand relieving his manhood. Then, in a strained voice, he continued on and ordered me, "Now, the bra. Saraia, take off your bra. Let me see your chest." I blindly pushed my arms behind my back and found the small metallic clasp. My fingers, as they had done plenty of times before - but never with someone else watching - undid the hook. I slowly, dreadfully raised my delicate fingers to the thin straps of my bra and pulled them down with a soft tug. My bra, too, fell to the floor. Mr. Rivera gasped lightly, and the rubbing noise intensified. My nipples still stood firm and high, I felt, and - with a shock - I realized that my panties were growing wetter than they had been after my fantasy with the Frenchman. Was it true - that I was actually being aroused by this game of domination? "Touch them," Mr. Rivera told me in the same strained, tense voice. "Play with them. Show me how you want me to touch them later." I slowly felt my inhibitions fade away with every word that his sensual - yes, it was definitely sensual and not sleazy - voice. I raised both manicured hands to my chest and caressed my breasts with a gentle touch. I ran my fingers along the outside curves of my bosom, just barely touching the skin. The sensation was so light, yet so powerful, that I felt goosebumps arise all along the length of my body, and my nipples were like steel. I touched them gently, and I then traced the bottoms of my breasts. My actions became not a show for the principal, but I did them for myself, now. I let a few fingers fall into my mouth and become wet with saliva. I ran my wet, pulsing fingers across myself, moaning once or twice as I varied with the nonexistent pressures of grazing my skin and the forceful pressure of squeezing my entire breast. I was suddenly reminded that someone was watching me when a small spurt of liquid hit my bare stomach and I heard a masculine voice let out a long sigh of relief. I was jerked back to reality and suddenly felt ashamed of myself for enjoying myself so completely in front of Mr. Rivera. I immediately stopped touching myself and let my arms dangle at my sides, my cheeks now burning not from the pain of his slap but the worse pain of shame. I bit my glossy lip firmly, waiting in nervous anticipation of whether he was truly done with me or if he still had more games left. I heard Mr. Rivera stand and wheel his chair back behind his desk. There was some more rustling of his clothes, but my ears could not tell if they were the sounds of dressing or undressing. I waited in silence, all my senses on high alert, when I felt a strong and muscular hand grasp his waist. I jumped at the surprise of it, my entire body shaking, and my breaths short and shaky. "You don't have anything to be afraid of," Mr. Rivera whispered into my ear. "I saw that you were pleasuring yourself at being dominated, at being watched. You were having a good time, Saraia. Let yourself go." His hands moved from my bare waist to the zipper and button of my plaid skirt. He undid the last part of my uniform I was still wearing, and the skirt fell to the ground. He took in a quick breath, and then, without warning, ripped the tape from my mouth. I whimpered in agony, again letting my hands massage my throbbing face. In a small, confused voice, I cried out, "Mr. Rivera-" He interrupted me by placing one of his hands across my lips. He then spoke in a soft, sensitive tone, "Blaine. Not Mr. Rivera to you anymore, but Blaine." Then, his voice hardened as he commanded me, "No, Saraia, no more words from you." His hands moved from my face down onto my breasts, which he cupped in both his hands rather gently - carefully, almost. He traveled down along the outside of my stomach and traced the curves of my hips. Then, slowly and with a reverent manner, Blaine slid his fingers underneath the seams of my scarlet panties and tugged them downward. He slid them over my thighs and past my calves. I heard him toss them on the ground, and his smooth palms ran back up the length of my legs. Blaine was on his knees. I felt his hot breath beneath my thighs and went weak in the knees. I began to do as he said and let go. I lost myself in the heat of the moment, realizing that I was naked before a man who now seemed to worship the ground I stood on. All commanding and dominant attitudes had faded away, and Blaine was humbled before me on his knees. I hesitated for a moment and then ran my fingers through his thick brown hair, exhaling quietly. He took this as permission to carry on with his actions, and I felt his warm lively lips kiss against the lips of my vagina. His tongue parted the embrace of the lips and entered deep within me. I moaned softly and tried to keep my balance as I stood. Blaine's smooth and passionate mouth kissed my very essence, sucking from me my juices and replacing it with his own mouth's fluids. He took his time and worked his way around every crevice and curve of my vagina, finally hitting just the right spot and working on it with an increased tempo. I felt my blood race through my veins, my hips rocking back and forth, and at last, achieved orgasm. It was the most powerful sensation I had ever felt in my life, and I collapsed down onto the floor near Blaine. He climbed on top of my limp body, and I realized with a start that he was naked. The sound I had heard earlier had indeed been undressing. It then occurred to me that we both were in the nude, and that it was a certainty that we were going to have intercourse. He would be my first. I felt a rush of both terror and desire, but I could not discern if those feelings were about the intercourse in my future or the orgasm in my past. Though my loins had just been immersed in ecstasy, they burned with the fervent need for more, and my emotions of desire clearly overpowered my emotions of fear. I took Blaine's body into my arms and held him close. Blaine's lips, still wet from my own body, touched mine. It was the first kiss of our "relationship." We passionately kissed, his mouth displaying a dominant demand and my mouth submissively responding. Then, as my body trembled in anticipation, I felt his firm and damp member enter my swollen mound. Both organs, engorged with need, slowly pushed together. I cried out in pain as he pushed further into me, but the hurt was only temporary. The pain and tension had broke forth into a sweet, harmonious rhythm. Both of us were breathing hard as our sweaty bodies pushed together, yet it was an ethereal experience. I had truly lost myself in Blaine's arms, and I felt as though I was an entirely new person. I pulled Blaine into me without shame, instead focusing on how pleasurable it was for me. As we worked our way toward orgasm, Blaine's words resonated within my mind over and over again. "You have a great passion for learning, Saraia, and I've the desire to teach." This man inside of me, the one both inside in my hips and outside in my arms, had indeed taught me quite the lesson. A great stinging rippled across my face. I realized, with a shock, that I could see. Blaine had at last ripped the band of tape from over my eyes. I gazed up into his intense eyes and let him gaze back into me. With our eyes locked upon each other in a spiritual way, and our waists locked together in a purely physical way, I was propelled into the deepest bliss that I had ever known. "Yes," I thought silently to myself as waves of ecstasy spread through my body, "I'll never be the same again..." Following Instructions Jeanne sat in front of her computer, fingers lightly posed above the keyboard. "What am I doing?", she thought. Her mind a jumble of thoughts, yet focused on the previous few days. A series of encounters that she willing sought out, but yet she was slightly frightened of the next step. Taking a deep breath she lowered her fingers and began to write to Him. "Dear Sir, Thank you for last night, Sir. The orgasms that you brought upon me were shattering, mind numbing. I was disappointed when you had to so abruptly leave, and felt my body collapse with sadness." Jeanne paused in her typing. "How do I tell him about what I did to myself.?" It is not that she is ashamed of her actions, she just wants to please him and create the same euphoric release for him that he has given her. "Come now," she whispers forcibly to herself, "let go of the control, finish the last part of the instructions, think back to last night and let go...again." She began to feel the moisture building between her legs as she began to type. "I laid back on the bed just as you left me. Feeling the vibrations of the large plug in my ass and the dildo in my cunt. I heard your voice telling me that they were yours. I shivered at that simple statement, and wondered if I was truly sub-cumming to your strength. I spread my legs wide apart, imagining I was opening myself to you, your eyes gazing on my body. My breath was shallow, the tightness of the corset I wore restricting any deeper breaths. I took my hands and lightly touched my lips, closed my eyes, I began to imagine it was your lips caressing mine with feather touches, parting them with your probing tongue. I heard the first soft groan escape from my throat. My body already spent from the multiple orgasms I had already reached in the past hour. Slowly my fingertips glided down to my neck, touching where your mouth had been, feeling the bite-mark. At this moment I felt a re-surge of moisture emit from my tender pussy. 'Oh Sir, I wanted to raise my hips and feel you fuck me, but knowing you would want me to enjoy the slow tease.' I continued to let my fingers dance down my blushed flesh, tracing a lazy path to the swell of my ample cleavage. The bounds of my breasts felt firm as they were encased in the corset. My fingers gently ran along the edge of the pink lace. My eyes closed as I dipped a finger into the tight cup and found the round hard peak of my nipple. I slowly rubbed a damp finger around the puckered areola, my back arching as my nipple demanded contact. I thought of you again, watching me as I began to move under your touches, the smile on your lips knowing I wanted more. I imagined you giving in to my wordless begging as finger and thumb quick and hard squeezed my swollen nipple. I gasped with the pleasure of that hard twist, pulling my nipple and breast out of its' confinement and away from my torso. All I could feel at this was that shock of current that runs to the heart of my warm, wet sex. "Oooohhhhh!" I let out, my hips involuntarily raising off of the bed. Just then the weight of my breast crushes back into my chest as the nipple pops out from the pinch. I feel a gentle throbbing in the abused hardened nub. Now my fingers glide across my sweat dampened skin to the other breast. I concentrate on the wantoned feeling radiating from the neglected mound. Slowly repeating the same touches, squeezes, and pulls. Electric pulses running to my sex. Now Sir, my body demanded release. I could feel the muscles of my constricted jewel, thundering towards a blissful zenith. My fingers skimmed over my clinched abdomen and come into contact with the sensitive tender spot over my hip; my legs quickly pulled together at that brilliant shock. I flattened my palm and roughly rushed down the flare of my curves until they brushed against the lace tops of my silk stockings. I moaned as I slid my hands between my thighs, pulling them apart to expose myself fully. I felt a rush of cool air kiss my hot moist nether lips. My body shook with anticipation." Jeanne paused, taking short deep breaths, fully aroused again as her memories took her back. She raised her ass slightly from the chair and slipped her long black skirt up. Sitting back on the cold leather she reached down and dipped her finger in her dripping pussy, slowly she rotated her finger around her velvety walls. Her head laid back on the chair and she sighed. Softly she heard His voice in her mind, "Did I give you permission?". Jeanne's eyes popped open and her fingers stopped! Did she really just have that thought? She has always done just as she pleased. She was very wet and her body was screaming for a touch, but He had not given her permission. "Am I submitting to Him? Do I really want to?" As her mind raced, she took a deep breath. Jeanne thought about the path that she was walking down, always independent and in control but needing to be released from that. Yes, she decided she wanted to continue to please this man that had a command of her mind and body. She resumed typing knowing she wanted to please and entice him with a gift like he had given her. "I brought my hands up the burning flesh of my inner thighs,feeling the heat radiate from my pussy. Already on the cliff, my feet pulled up until they were touching the base of my ass, raising my hips up towards your phantom presence, my knees spread wide as my body offered itself to you. My seeking fingers found the swollen lips of my sex and I was surprised to feel how my swollen clit was peeking out from its' hood. I felt like my whole existence was pulsating from my hard clit. My fingers ran up the sides of my lips as my hips grounded into the mattress pushing the plug deeper into my ass. Arching my back I crossed over and around my button, groaning incoherent words of pleasure. 'AAAAWWWW!', I screamed as I finally allowed my finger to maintain contact with this sensitive spot. I began to rub harder and faster, my hips bounding up and down, riding wave after wave of pleasure from the toys filling my pussy and ass. I felt the pleasure build, my only thoughts were the need for release. I reached down grabbed the base of the dildo and pumped it in and out, screaming out so loud as I rode the start of my orgasm rip through me. My body writhed uncontrollably as my dripping wet cunt constricted and demanded more. In my head I could hear your words again and again, "You are mine, I want you to be a full slut for your Master." "Oh God Sir!" I screamed louder than ever before, "Now Sir, PLEASE NOW!!!" I heard myself begging for you to release me and order me to cum. "UUUUHHHHH!!!!" My body was shaking uncontrollably with shattering orgasm, I continued to buck, my body felt like it was levitating off the bed. My screams turned to horse grunts of ecstasy as sanity left me completely. My body began to weaken as the last shimmer of my climax escaped. I was was covered in beads of perspiration, my muscles unable to move, enjoying the aftermath as a sweet smile graces my face. I laid there thinking of you as I pulled the covers over me hoping to hold in the warmth coursing through my body. "Sir," I whispered, "I am so tired..." My eyes closed for the last time, so relaxed and sedated that I fell asleep just as I was. Sir, I awoke this morning with you as my first thought, just as it was my last before sleep. I await for you Sir. Your obedient submissive" Jeanne stopped typing. She prayed that through her letter she was able to express the joys she had with Him. She reread her thoughts found that again she was wet and her sex was gasping for a touch but she knew that she would wait that it would be so much better and stronger if she waited until He instructed her. She placed her finger over the mouse and said one more little prayer. Click...It was His; now as was she. Following Instructions I got dressed as he had instructed. I was wearing a short black dress, a lacy white tshirt under it, black thigh high stockings, and a black satin bra. No panties, and it felt wicked under that dress. He arrived, and turned me around, lifting the dress to check. He patted my bare fanny lightly, saying "good girl." We drove to the bar, a somewhat disreputable place, but with dark corners. We had a few drinks, talking about anything and everything. My body was on fire, and I was squirming as I sat there, watching him. His eyes locked on mine, his warm hand slid up my inner thigh. I wiggled in passion, loving the way he touched me. I spread my legs apart, and his fingers brushed across my shaved pussy. I groaned, licking my lips. "Whose pussy is this, angel?" he asked me, and his hand molded around my mound. "Yours, Master," I said breathily. "That's right, my sweet." He pinched my throbbing clit hard. "And whose clit is this, my angel?" he asked. I groaned softly, "Yours, Master." "I wish we were alone here, angel. Do you know what I would do to you? he whispered. "Tell me, Daddy," I replied. "I'd lay you on your back on this table, raise that black dress up, and your cunt would be at the right level for fucking, wouldn't it?" I gasped, a clear vision of me being like that for him in my head. I could only nod, my eyes lust filled and half closed. "And I could eat that pretty little pussy of yours, couldn't I?" Again, I could only nod, remembering how expertly he did that to me. His fingers penetrated my wet heat as he spoke, slowly finger fucking me, right there in the bar. God, I wanted to climb up on that table, I didn't care who was watching. That's how hhungry he made me. He slowly pulled his fingers out and held them against my lips. I licked them slowly, trying to be unobserved. He leaned closer to me, and bit my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh slightly. A sweet, sharp pain that made me shiver all over. "You know I am going to fuck you tonight, my angel? Fuck your ass, your pussy, your mouth, anything I want." "Yes, Master, I know. My body is Yours." He pinched my nipple through my clothes, and it hardened at his touch. He pulled his hand back, and reached into his pants pocket. He slipped a butt plug into my hand. "Go and put it in, my little slut." I shivered all over, and nodded. He let me out of the booth and I walked to the ladies room. I went into one of the stalls, and took the lube from my purse, and lubed up my asshole and the plug. It was thick in the middle, tapered at the tip. I sat on the toilet and slid it in. Jesus, it felt good. I was so hot, so ready for this. I had thought of nothing else all day. I washed my hands and returned to our table. As I slid into the booth, he groped my bottom. I sat down, feeling the plug pressing deeper into me. "Spread your legs," he said quietly. I did, and he reached between them and pressed on the plug. "Good girl." He slid his fingers into my wet pussy, testing my readiness, and he smiled. We talked some more, had another drink, then got up to leave. As we walked to the car, I noticed that he had parked in a dark corner of the lot. I wondered what he had in mind. He led me to the front of the car, and roughly bent me over the hood, raising my skirt with his other hand. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly, and he thrust his hand between my legs. He fucked me with the plug for a minute, then slid three fingers into my pussy. "That's it, angel, fuck my fingers," he groaned. He held his fingers in me deep, and made me move my hips. I fucked those thick fingers, feeling them opening up my pussy. I thought about all the fisting pictures I loved to look at, wondering if it was even possible. He moved the plug in and out as I moved against his fingers. "That's my little slut, you are a hot little bitch aren't you?" he growled. He shoved his fingers in deeper, pressing up into me, that spot that made me go nuts. I whimpered, wanting his cock in me desperately. "Not just yet, my eager little slut." He removed his fingers, again making me lick them clean. "Get in the car." I settled into the front seat, and he got in the drivers side. He leaned over and kissed me passionately, his tongue thrusting into my open mouth. I loved those kisses; rough, possessive, claiming my mouth as his. His hand gripping my breasts, and he twisted the nipple. He leaned back and started the car. "Spread your legs wide, put one foot on the dashboard, angel." I did, my dress sliding up around my hips. He pulled the dress up higher, my bare bottom on the seat. "Did you bring your vibrator?" he asked. "Yes." "Get it." I got it out of my purse, and the lubricant as well. "Spread that all over your little pussy, baby." I did, and it felt so damn good. "Now, fuck yourself with that vibrator." he told me. I sunk lower in the seat, spreading my legs wider, and slid the vibe into me. I turned it on, and the humming drove me crazy. I could feel the plug snuggled up in my ass. I fucked myself good with that beloved vibrator. He reached behind the seat, and handed me a bag. "Here, try this." I opened it, and took out a smooth, long, thick dildo. It was beautiful. I watched him, smiled, and kissed it. I moved my hands down, and slid it right up my cunt. Jesus, it stretched me wide. I was so wet around it. I moved it in and out slowly, and it stretched me more. "Feel good?" he asked. "Oh, god yes, Master." I kept fucking myself with it, deeper and harder. I was moaning by then, so close to cumming from all the stimulation of the evening so far. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the lights. "I think you need to be naked, pet." he told me softly. I knew my eyes got wide, but I complied. I stripped my clothes off, and soon was naked. It felt wild and strange ad wicked to be naked out in the world. "You look beautiful, pet." He got out of the car and came around to my side and opened the door. He positioned me so my pussy was facing him, my head down on the seat. He spread my legs wider, his fingers rubbing across my inner thighs. I stretched my hands up over my head, and closed my eyes, waiting. I felt his warm breath on me, then his mouth surrounded my clit. He licked and sucked and then drove fingers into my pussy. One finger held the plug in, and he ate me. Ravenously, hungrily, he devoured my wetness. "Please, Daddy, oh god please, now," I whimpered. I was so close to cumming. He lifted his mouth enough to say "Now!" I started to cum then, writhing under his mouth, his fingers ramming into me. I bucked and thrashed and came hard, my body jerking upwards. he withdrew his fingers and got back into the car. I struggled to sit up, my cheeks flushed and my pussy throbbing. He drove the rest of the way to my house, and parked close to the door. "Go in, angel." he encouraged. I took a deep breath and dashed into the house. He followed close behind, bringing my clothes with him. "Do you remember what we talked about the other night, my pet?" he asked me. I knew what he was talking about. I nodded. He pointed to the bathroom, and I went in and lay down in the tub. I put my feet on the edges and slid down, exposing my pussy to him. He stood next to the tub and unzipped his pants, drawing his cock out. "Are you ready, angel?" he asked me. "Yes, Master, I am." I knew this was something he wanted to do to me, and I was willing to do it to please him, to submit to him in this special way. He had sent me a picture of a naked woman in a bath tub, her legs spread, the man peeing on her pussy. I had to admit it was a bit arousing in some ways. He started to pee, the warm liquid splashing down onto my pussy and asshole and inner thighs. It felt so naughty, so wicked, and yet so good, knowing I had pleased him. He finished, and zipped up his pants. He took the shower nozzle I had on the tub spout, and washed me off, and removed the butt plug. He helped me up, and we went into the bedroom. "Thank you, my sweet angel." "You are welcome, my sexy Daddy." "And you know there is more to come, don't you, pet? "Oh, yes, Master, yes, I do" I said, smiling. part two soon Following Instructions This was the longest day of at least the last month. If something could be annoying, not necessarily wrong it was. Always something that needed a little more attention or a tweak here or there. Let's just say I was glad to be heading home where I could relax with a drink and my comfy pajamas. I park my car in the driveway and enter the house. On my way upstairs I start to shed my work clothes. My jacket gets hung up on the hook as I walk by. Starting with the bottom button of my blouse I work my way upwards. Undoing the final button which sits just below my cleavage I look down at my breasts bouncing in my nude coloured bra as my feet hit each step. I reach around my back and with a quick flick of my wrist the pressure around my rib cage decreases and my breasts sit down a little more naturally. I pull the straps down off my arms and add the bra to the blouse in my hands. I run my free hand over my breasts, gently tweaking each nipple as I do. God nothing feels better than coming home and taking off your bra, well, there are somethings that do, but this is a pretty close second. Walking into my spare room, breasts bouncing and swinging happily free of their cotton prison I lean over my laptop and turn it on. I'll check my personal emails and then I'll get that drink. Leaving the computer to start up I head for my bedroom where I find my favourite pj's. They are pink and have big yellow happy faces all over them. Not the sexiest thing I could wear but they always make me feel better. Taking off my skirt and my underwear I put the pj pants on and then throw the top over my arms. I do up the bottom three buttons on the top. I can see the tops of my breasts peaking out from under the shirt but who cares? It's just me here. I sit down at my computer and open up my email. Nothing to exciting. Please pay the phone bill, oh look, I'm the heiress to a king I've never heard of in a country I don't know where it is. Scrolling down and deleting all the crap I see an email from Pete. I smile as I remember the party where we met and how exciting that night was. My mind drifts to all the fun we've had since that wonderful night. I'm glad I thought outside the box and let Stacy talk me into that party. Focusing back on the email I see what he has for me, probably a cute video or pictures he feels compelled to send me. I open it up. Boy was I wrong. The email isn't some cute internet puppies or kitties but an interesting proposal. Hi Mia, I just wanted to let you know I've been thinking of you. I can't believe how fast these last few weeks have went and I'm amazed at how hard I still get when I think back to that first night. It was unexpected. It was crazy and carefree. I want to recreate something as unexpected and wild as that first night. Interested? Let's play a game. As you complete each stage I will send you the next. Here's the first one. Go get that bottle of wine from downstairs and head for the bathroom. Open up the cupboard under the sink and you will find a blue box. Use the things in the box to have a relaxing time. Oh, I almost forgot. Bring your cell phone. Hope to hear from you soon baby. Love Pete Dampness starts to creep from between my legs as I start recall details from that night. So unlike me but the result was so good. Smiling I go back down to the kitchen and get the bottle of wine and a glass as I've been instructed. I have every intention of playing along. I'm to curious to know how this is going to turn out, besides, what else am I going to do tonight? I enter the bathroom and open the cupboard. I see the box. Opening it I find 6 pillar candles, lavender bath oil, a bath pillow, a note and below the note something wrapped in purple tissue paper. I take the note out and read: Some final instructions sweetheart. 1. Light the candles. There's enough for one on each corner of the tub and one on either side of the sink. 2. Run a bath with the calming, soothing scents of lavender I've provided. 3. Attach the pillow to the tub. 4. Open up the purple wrapped package. Use it to tempt, tease and please yourself. I want you relaxed but ready later. I take the purple paper off the surprise package cautiously. I'm certain what I will find, but what kind? Closing my eyes and reaching under the paper my hand wraps around just what I thought it was. Accidentally hitting the on button it begins to vibrate in my hand. Hmmm, this could actually be really good. I open my eyes and turn my new toy off. Looking at it I start to get wetter in anticipation. It's just a standard vibe with some clit simulations, very similar to my favourite but with a few more functions. I bring it over to the tub so it's within reaching distance. As I turn to get a towel to have ready for when I get out I notice a piece of paper on the floor. It must have fallen out of my note. Picking it up I see it's a photo with writing on the back. Before reading it I turn it over and look. Wow. That's it. Wow. My breath catches. My heart starts to pound. My nipples harden. Now I'm really turned on. It's simply a picture of Pete's long, hard cock standing at attention with one of his large strong hands wrapped firmly around it. I turn the photo over and read: Like what you see? You better, you're responsible for it. Thinking of your big brown eyes, full breasts with their hard nipples, soft skin and soaking wet pussy does this to me every time. Think of me while you're enjoying your new toy. Take a picture of yourself, any way you choose and send it to me Pete Getting up on somewhat shaky legs I do as I the note tells me. Placing the candles, running the bath, putting my cell phone by the tub and pouring my glass of wine. I'm ready. Let's play. I sink into the tub. Leaning my head against the pillow I stretch out. This is exactly what I needed I think as the warm water starts to relax all my muscles. I take a sip of my wine. I was mistaken. Now this is what I needed. I reach over and grab my cell phone. Time for my picture. I position the camera and move to press the button. At the last minute I change my mind and decide to lift one of my breasts just enough so that my hard nipple pokes out between the bubbles. Click. Send. With that out of the way I set the phone down and reach for the vibe. Turning it on I watch the shaft rotate. Pressing another button I see the clit simulators vibrate. Pressing the other buttons I quickly find out which one does what. Turning it back off I lower it under the water. I take my time and start off by rubbing the tip of it over the outside of my pussy while it's turned off. Mmmmm, good. But not good enough. I take one of my nipples in between my fingers and start to pull on it. Ready. I turn on the rotating function of the vibe and insert it. Yea, much better but still not good enough. I turn on the clit stimulation. Oh God. That's what I was waiting for. Beep goes my cell phone. Annoyed I release my nipple but keep the vibe inserted and pick up the phone. It's Pete. Cheater. I gave you a picture of my hard-for-you cock and all I get is a bath time nip slip? Smiling I position my camera again and take another picture. This time both of my breasts are visible as well as my new toy poking up out of the water. I include this message with it. Sorry babe, your note did say it was my choice what picture I took. I hope you find this one more to your liking. Thanks for the vibe, but you feel so much better buried in me. Putting the phone down once again I get back to the task at hand. I move through the different settings of the vibe until I find a combination I like. Looking at the picture of Pete's cock I have propped up against the far wall I imagine that it really is him inside me. I rub my breasts and tug on my nipples. The water splashes around me as I move with pleasure. I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. I think back to our first night together. How he stripped me. How he savoured me. How my body responded so eagerly to his and his to mine. My toes start to curl as my breathing quickens. I moan louder and louder. I feel the familiar tightness and tingling deep inside me that is my body's tell tale that an orgasm is fast approaching. One more loud moan and I feel my body give in to my first bathtub orgasm. My legs are shaking, I know that they won't yet support me in getting out of the slippery tub. I pick up my wine glass again and take some more sips. Eyeing my cell phone I think "What the hell?" and pick it up. Lowering my mouth to my breast I take my nipple and give it a good suck. Looking at the camera while I suck on it I take one last picture. I send it off with the message Mission accomplished. Beep goes my cell phone again. God Mia, you're one sexy lady. You always know just how to tease me. Check your email for your next task. Deciding to not bother getting dressed I go back to my laptop. Sure enough, there's a new message awaiting me. Mia, Now I want you to go to your bedroom. Open your closest and look in the back right corner. See the pink bag? Put that on. When you're all dressed up get back into your car and check in the glove compartment. More instructions await you there. Pete Taking an inventory I see nothing to be feared. There's the cute white tank top with the lace on the front and the blue, fun, flirty skirt I saw last weekend at the mall and said I had liked. Under that was a matching blue lacy bra and panty set. I take the panties and move to put them on. Something isn't right here. Looking at them more closely I realize they are crotchless. He expects me to wear these? And go outside in them and do God knows what? My curiosity of what lies ahead gets the best of me and I put them on. I can't help myself but go over to the mirror and take a look. Spreading out my legs I see my pussy peak through the opening in them. Hmmm. I wonder how these will be utilized. I grab the bra and take a look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I put in on, followed by the skirt and tank top. Deciding to add a little more colour I get a scarf from the drawer and loop it through the skirt. Looking myself over in the mirror I'm happy with what I see. The top and skirt are really cute, and no one knows what's hiding beneath. I add some cute but comfy sandals to my outfit and head down to the car. Baby, I bet you look so sweet and innocent in your new outfit. Only you and I know about the dirty little vixen that is hidden deep inside you. How wet are you in your new panties? Drive to that little cafe downtown where we had our first ever breakfast. They have a package for you to pick up. Once you have it drive to the park and find the spot where we sat and talked until the sun came up. I'll be waiting there for you. Pete I can't wait to see him. I groan as I think about how he's teasing me. He's not wrong, I'm very wet in my crotchless panties. Feeling adventurous, I reach under my skirt and feel my pussy under the soft, silky panties. A finger darts between the folds of them and I feel my wetness so slippery against my smooth skin. Pulling my hand back out and licking my juices off my finger I take a deep breath to compose myself. Off I go to get the package from the cafe and finally meet my handsome man. Getting out of my car at the park I grab the package from the cafe and start walking over to the secluded spot where Pete should be waiting for me. He sees me coming towards him and gets up to meet me with a huge grin on his face. I can't help but smile back at him, just as I can't help my body's response to seeing him, especially after what he has just put me through. He takes the package from me and kisses my hand just as he had on our first night. "I'm so glad you made it." He tells me while he guides me to the spot he's prepared for us. He has a blanket spread out with two pillows stacked in the corner, to make star gazing more comfortable later he tells me. Candles are spread around the blanket, a cooler sits off to the side and plates, glasses and cutlery are all set out. "Wow, you sure know how to surprise a girl." I whisper. He grins and takes me into his arms and kisses me. As he does his hands travel down my back to my ass which he squeezes. Down they continue until he reaches the hem of my skirt, then back up my bare leg. Reaching my ass again he rubs his hand over the silky material of my panties. Knowing his hand is so close to my semi exposed pussy makes my juices start to flow more rapidly. He sticks one of this thick fingers in me making me gasp. "I see dessert is ready." He winks at me. I kiss him hard and run my hands through his hair moaning and rubbing against him. He manages to pull away from me and chuckles. "You really are worked up aren't you? Dinner first. Be patient." I look at him. I don't believe he can really be serious. I glance down to his crotch where his cock is defiantly starting to respond to me and the moment. He just winks and sits himself down on one end of the blanket casually getting the food he had me pick up out. The food is excellent. Fresh vegetables, cheese and crackers, a selection of wraps and of course, my favourite wine. It all felt nice and summery. As our romantic meal started to come to an end I started to get excited again. My eyes travelled up and down Pete taking him in again. I really can't get enough of him. He's one hot man. My eyes meet his and I blush a little bit. After everything we've done together him catching me checking him out can still make blush. So odd. He holds my gaze as he leans over to kiss me. Oh God I want him so bad and he knows it. Tonight he is playing the role of the tease though. Once again he pulls away from me. "Ready for dessert?" he asks me. Thinking back to his earlier comment about dessert and my wetness I smile in anticipation. What he has in mind though is slightly different than what I have in mind. In one quick motion, catching both myself and Pete off our guards I throw myself at him. My hands move all over his back and through his hair as I kiss him hard. My tongue slips between his lips and meets his. I can feel the shock of my actions slowly fade from him. Sitting in his lap I can feel how his body starts to respond to mine. I reposition myself so I can stroke his cock through his jeans. He moans at my touch. One hand reaches over to play with my breast. My nipples are both rock hard and aching for his touch. He grasps one and when he does I throw my head back and moan. I'm getting wetter and wetter and he's getting harder and harder. I give his cock a firmer squeeze as his head lowers to my exposed neck. He sucks and kisses on my neck, down my collarbone to the tops of my breasts. Using his hand he pulls back the lace on my tank top so his lips can move down lower on my breast. Lifting my head back up I get back to my plan. My hand gives his cock one more gentle squeeze before my fingers move to the button and then zipper of his jeans. Pulling his underwear down I free his cock. The hard, throbbing cock he teased me with earlier is now exposed and mine. I bend my head down and kiss the tip of it, then lick all around it before taking his entire length in my mouth and sucking on him for a few seconds. Releasing him from my hot, warm mouth I stand above him. Putting one leg on either side of him I slowly start to lower myself back to his lap. My skirt flares out around me and my crotchless panties open wide with my dipping pussy as I start to take in his hardness. With just the tip of Pete's cock in me I move up and down on it a little bit. I'm the tease in this relationship and he needs to know it. I also take what I want, if I want it bad enough. "Now I understand the panty choice." I giggle at him. "Oh baby, not what I had in mind but I love it." he responds. I put my hands on his chest and force him to lean back. This started out as his game, but for the moment it's mine. He obeys my silent command. I lower myself on to him slowly until I'm taking his full length. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His arms wrap around my back. He breathes into my ear "Mia, it's still daylight out, I never expected this from you." "Oh, do you want me to stop?" I coyly ask "No! This is to hot. I picked this spot because of it's privacy, we might as well take advantage of it." With that he thrusts into me. I cry out in ecstasy. One of his hands moves under my skirt rubbing against my leg as he makes his way to my clit. Using one of his strong fingers he massages it and makes me squirm. The combination of his hot breath on my neck followed by his moist tongue, his finger making a circular motion over my clit and his hard cock buried in me with the naughty feel of doing all of this in the park outside, in the daylight, where a stray ball or dog could give us away at any moment plus the sexy toy, notes and underwear that lead up to this have me turned on beyond belief. A couple more thrusts and he has me screaming as my body shakes with my first outside, in the daylight orgasm. He quickly follows me. I feel his cum shoot into me, warm, sticky and wet. We sit wrapped up in each other just how our orgasms have left us for a bit. Our breathing is still fairly heavy when I finally manage to get up and off of Pete. "Wow, you sure surprised me there. I had a whole dessert planned!" Pete exclaims as he tucks himself back into his pants. "Sorry." "You're lying, I know your not sorry. That's okay. I'm not either. Your take charge side is extremely sexy." "So, you had a real dessert planned?" I ask Pete. "Soon." He responds. He leans over and grabs the pillows. Propping them up behind us he lays back and pulls me towards him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beat. One of the things I love about spending time with Pete, we don't have to talk and fill our silences all the time. We are quite comfortable with quiet. Laying with him watching the daylight fade to dusk our fingers, hands, toes and legs start to wonder yet again. Taking charge this time Pete untangles himself from me and gets up. "Now it's time for the dessert I had planned." He tells me. He scoots over to a bag behind the cooler that I hadn't seen and removes a medium sized container. Reaching into the cooler he pulls out a larger container. He grins at me and takes the lids off each of the containers. I lean over and see that the bigger one contains strawberries and the smaller one melted chocolate syrup. "I know it's cliche, but I always wanted to feed a sexy lady chocolate covered strawberries." "Hmm, a hot boy, strawberries and chocolate, there's nothing wrong with that idea." Picking up a strawberry Pete dips it in the chocolate and holds it out to me. The chocolate was a little more melted than he had anticipated and it dripped down his hand a little bit. Sticking my tongue out just a little, while keeping my eyes locked on his I lick the chocolate from his hand, up his finger until finally I can take the strawberry from him. Winking at him I suck the chocolate off the strawberry before eating it. I reach for one and cover it in chocolate. Chocolate dripping down my hand I lean over and feed it to Pete. He copies my movements and licks the stray chocolate from my palm, slowly and carefully licking up all my fingers before licking a little off the strawberry itself. Gently taking it with it his teeth he eats it. We continue exchanging strawberries for a little while longer. As cliche as it may be, it is proving to be a huge turn on which I can see by Pete's growing erection, and feel with my increasing wetness and hard nipples. It doesn't take long until the strawberries are cast aside and the chocolate becomes our main play thing. Following Instructions The darkness starts to really overpower the sun. Kissing me passionately Pete grasps the bottom of my tank top. I raise my arms so he can lift it up higher and higher. Taking off my top he sits back and takes in my body from the waist up. He runs his hands over the bra he chose for me. He can feel my nipples straining against the fabric, begging him to set them free. Leaning down he kisses my neck as his hands knead my breasts. I moan and push into him silently begging him to free me of my bra. His kisses move down my collarbone. His hands move to my back. His hot, moist lips kiss my cleavage. His hands toy with the clasp on my bra. His tongue darts out of his mouth and licks between my breasts. His hands unclasp my bra as he lowers his head and buries his face between my breasts. My bra falls to the ground as he moves his hands back to my breasts where he takes my nipples, one between each index finger and thumb, rolling them gently before he replaces his fingers with his mouth. After he has sucked on both of them he turns back to the chocolate. With a glint in his eye he says, "Mia, let's make you taste even more delicious." Feeling sexy and extremely turned on, yet playful I see what he's about to do. My finger beats his to the chocolate and puts a dab of it on his nose. I giggle as he scowls at me. Leaning over to him I murmur "Awww poor Petey, you have something on your nose." I gently lick it off, distracting him as my hands move to the buttons on his shirt and start undoing them. My lips move to his and we kiss again while I finish removing his shirt. Running my hands over his chest I pull away from him and look at his hard naked chest. I'll never get tired of looking at him. Pete grabs the pillows and commands, "Lay down here. Maybe I can control you better if you're on your back" I do as I'm told, grinning. "Hands behind your head Mia." he orders after I lay down. Again, I do as I'm told. I run my hands up my legs, accidentally on purpose letting them catch on my skirt so he can see my crotchless panties for the briefest of moments. My hands continue up my flat stomach to my breasts. I massage them for a moment, finishing off the massage with a quick pull to each nipple before bending my head and licking and sucking on each nipple in turn. Finally I rest my hands behind my head. Looking up at him expectantly I notice his breathing has increased just a little with my mini show and, if I'm not mistaken, his cock has swollen just a bit more. "Good girl. Are you going to behave now?" Pete asks. "Of course." I reply with the sweetest smile I can muster. "Hmmm, I don't know if I can trust you." Pete says eyeing me uncertainly. I shrug as best I can with my hands behind my head. He grins at me, "I know how to keep you under control." His hands move to the waistband of my skirt where I've looped a pink silk scarf through the belt loops. Untying the knot in the front and giving the scarf one quick, slightly aggressive tug he has it in his hands. Using it to secure my hands together behind my head he steps back and looks at me. He nods, satisfied. "That just might work." I moan in anxious anticipation. Being semi tied up has me even more turned on. I can feel how wet the insides of my legs are getting from my arousal. I thrust my hips up towards Pete. He moves towards me, straddling me so I can feel his hard cock pushing into me through his jeans as he leans towards me. He dips his finger in the chocolate and covers my hard, sensitive nipples. Not stopping there he makes a trail down my stomach within a few inches of my skirt. Leaning low over me, so his cock is pushing onto me he starts to slowly lick his way up towards my breasts following his chocolate path. His tongue finds my nipples and licks and sucks them. He starts to thrust his hips towards me as he moans and runs his hands through my hair. "Mmm Pete." I murmur. Pete moves off of me. Finding the zipper on my skirt he undoes it then pulls my skirt down my legs and adds it to the pile of clothes we've started. I gasp and moan again as the cool night air hits my soaking wet pussy through my crotchless panties. He runs his hands up and down my hips, slowly making his way to my thighs and then my inner thighs. Spreading my wet, sticky thighs apart he lowers his head to my pussy. I hear him inhale taking in my scent. I wiggle my hips at him, hoping he will take the hint and touch me. He places one small kiss on the top of the opening of my panties. Moving lower he blows gently into the gap of them, blowing softly and moving down until the silky fabric meets again. He kisses there too, making me moan. Goosebumps cover my almost naked body in reaction to his movements. Getting up he stands beside me. I stare up at him looking at his cock straining against his jeans. His hands move down the front of his jeans as he strokes himself through them he moans while his eyes move up and down my body. He's teasing me, payback sure can be a bitch sometimes. He slowly, or at least more slowly than I would like, moves to his hands to the button on his jeans. He looks at me and I nod, trying to make him move faster. He moves to undo it, fumbling a bit. I can tell by the smirk on his face he's doing this on purpose. Finally, getting the button undone his hands move to his zipper. I moan, loudly. He wastes no time in unzipping himself, letting his jeans fall to the ground. Without the restrictive denim to hold it down, his cock bounces up to full attention under his boxers. Pete moves back down over me. Now I can really feel his hardness as he lowers himself down to kiss me. His hands move between my legs. Finding the gap once again in my panties he roughly puts three of his thick fingers into my wetness. "Oh God." I moan feeling his fingers fill me, his thumb moving over my clit. Not being able to do much more I thrust myself into his hand. Having enough of this, he gets back up. Taking in my body laying there, hands tied behind my head, naked breasts with long, hard, erect nipples, my sticky flat stomach, blue crotchless panties so wet they're like a second skin, soft, smooth thighs and legs his breath quickens and he moans. He grips his cock through his underwear and gives is a few pulls before taking off his last piece of clothing. Looking up at him I see his giant erection and think "Finally, we're getting somewhere." He dips his cock into the chocolate and I lick my lips in eager anticipation. Standing back over me he lowers his chocolate covered cock to my mouth, which i have open ready for him. I hungrily take the whole thing. My tongue moving around and around it trying to get every last drop of warm chocolaty goodness from him. My lips close around his shaft as I suck him clean. I moan, creating a vibrating feeling in the back of my throat which he can feel on his cock. I know he's close to his realize and I refuse to let him go. I alternate between sucking and licking him, and I'm soon rewarded. "Baby, you're making me cum!" he shouts. I can feel his sticky cum flowing down my throat, squirt after squirt. I keep sucking and licking him, wishing I could fondle his balls as he came in my mouth. "Oh Mia, I needed that. Now, let's focus on you." He moves so he can kiss me. The kiss is hard and passionate. He rubs his semi erect cock against my sticky pussy. So quickly I can start to feel it get hard again. His fingers go back between the folds of my panties, moving in and out of my pussy as his thumb and index finger rub and tug on my swollen clit. Soon it's my breathing that becomes deeper and quicker. Pete's lips move to my nipples, alternating between them. Pulling on them with his teeth, working my clit and my pussy with his hands my body shivers and shakes. I scream with pure bliss as my orgasm overtakes me. "Oh Pete." I moan over and over. He takes his mouth and hands away letting me lay there panting. My body is glistening from the heat of my orgasm. He takes this time to untie my hands and gently extends each of my arms in turn rubbing them gently to relieve any cramps and get the blood moving again. I've been restrained a while. Without warning, taking me completely by surprise he flips me over onto my stomach. Taking charge I hear his voice, low and in my ear. "I'm not quite done with you yet my beautiful Mia." He commands me to get on all fours. I obey, I've never heard this tone in his voice before. It's powerful, authoritative and sexy as hell. With my knees on the blanket and my hands in front of them I'm in Pete's desired position. My breasts sway below me, my firm, round ass, still covered by my panties is in the air. I feel him settle in behind me. He too, is on his knees. He runs his hands down my back. Working their way back up they find my swaying breasts. He takes a handful in each hand and rubs them as he moves closer to me. I can feel his swollen cock pressing against my ass. Taking his hands off my breasts they move to my hips where one stops. The other spreads my legs a little more and finds the opening in my panties. Shifting so his cock is holding them open he returns his hands to my hips. I can feel the head of his cock teasing the outside of my pussy. I moan softly and utter, "What are you waiting for baby?" Taking a firm hold on my hips he thrusts into me. I gasp for breath and moan as I lower myself to my elbows changing how I feel his thickness inside me. He fills me like never before. My hips press back into him, I feel him going deeper and deeper inside me. Moan after moan, thrust after thrust I can feel the familiar tingling sensation in my body. He feels my pussy tighten around his cock. At just the right moment he leans over and bites my neck while simultaneously moving one hand around to my clit. Thrust after thrust, nibble after nibble on my neck, hearing his deep breathing, feeling his fingers work my clit I can't hold out much longer. I cry out "Pete! Pete! Pete!" as I have most body rocking orgasm of the night. He has been able to hold his off so we cum together. I can feel his hot juice filling and flowing out of my pussy mixing with mine. It runs down my legs as we finish off together. Pulling out of me Pete lays down. Before I lay beside him, I lean over him and take his cock in my mouth, tasting or combined juices. Licking my lips I lay down beside him. He kisses me. His tongue darting in my mouth to taste what I just tasted. I grin at him. "Thanks for the fun adventure tonight Pete. It's exactly what I needed."