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Stranger in the Night

By: Chocoholic



I was alone in the house one night when I heard a noise that sounds like somebody unlocked the front door...since I normally sleep naked, I put on a robe to check on the noise. I saw a silhouette in the living room but before I could scream, the stranger gagged my mouth...then blindfolded me. 

Still shocked, I was rooted to the floor as the stranger untied my robe and took it off... I heard a sigh as my silk robe fell to the ground...the stranger fondled my breast none to gently. I still don't have any idea who broke into my home except for one thing, it has to be a man due to the enormous hand fondling my breast. The stranger put my hands behind my back then tied it together using the belt from my bathrobe. I'm getting really scared now...I can't see anything and now my hands are immobilized too....but somewhere in the back of my mind, I can feel some excitement...

I've always dreamed of being helpless and tied up. He clasped my hair and dragged me forward towards the direction of my bedroom,(I think) and I was pushed face down on my bed. I can hear drawers being opened and closed...all of a sudden, I felt something being forcibly inserted in my anus...I realized it was a vibrator when I heard a continuous humming and felt a stirring inside my anus. "Oh my God, he found our toys!!!" I thought. 

He then roughly positioned me in the middle of the bed, spread my legs apart and tied each of them to the bedpost....he then untied my hands, only to tie it back on the bedpost. I can hear him doing something but I don't have any idea what it is....my heart is beating faster and I can feel my cunt getting wet...WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It caught me by surprise as five consecutive whacks hits my butt, it was so painful but it just made me wetter...WHACK...WHACK... WHACK... WHACK as the next set hit the inside of my thighs...

I'm crying in pain and my grimace is silenced by the gag. I was pretty turned on nonetheless and my juices dripping.... WHACK...WHACK... WHACK.... WHACK... WHACK as he hit my buttocks anew...the entire time, the stranger hasn't muttered a single word; four more hit my thighs....the pain is spreading towards my cunt and making it tingle in delight....I totally forgot about the vibrator that is in my anus until it popped out as he gave my butt five more "whippings". 

I was bracing myself for more whipping that not totally turns me on when I felt warm lips kissing and gently licking my buttocks....I was surprised....he's actually kissing all the places that he "whipped" and he's doing it oh so tenderly.....my juices are flowing out of my cunt by now....I can't even whimper in pleasure because of the gag. The stranger untied me but only to flip me over then retire me again, still spread-eagled. My sore butt being pressed on the bed....making me squirm. He slapped my breasts repeatedly with his hand until they ached so much...then he put one breast in his mouth tugging and biting it with his teeth while squeezing the other one. 

For ten minutes he alternated between sucking each breast and slapping them. He started stroking my pussy and felt his hand bathed with my juices...before long, he started licking down towards the center of my heat....he started flicking his tongue around my pussy and then started sucking my clitoris until it felt so swollen...."this guy is enjoying himself , I thought." He started fucking me with his fingers, inserting them one by one until he got all four of them inside and swirled it around and around....before I know it, he has his entire hand inside me and fist-fucking me!!! I just couldn't take it anymore....I'm screaming in ecstasy but couldn't hear myself...

I was coming all over his hand. He took his hand out and started lapping my pussy like a cat lapped his milk, savoring every single drop there is. He got off me but only to take off his pants I soon realized when I felt his enormous cock penetrate me.....It was so huge as I feel my cunt getting stretched out. He started thrusting so hard it touches my womb....he kept fucking me harder and faster as I feel my head spinning in delirious pleasure....I can hear his breath getting ragged as he moves in and out of me... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP.... THUMP... THUMP... 

He grabbed my nipples and pulled them as he kept on thumping in and out of me...in and out until he exploded inside me. He pulled his cock out of my cunt after a couple of minutes....He then undid the gag...just as I was about to scream, he forcefully inserted his still hard cock in my mouth. I did not have any choice but to lick it and suck it. I can taste myself on his cock as he fucks my mouth and at the same time he's feasting on my cunt juices....licking me, sucking me while continuing to move faster and faster in my mouth.....my jaw muscles started to hurt as his cock grew bigger and bigger with each thrust. When he finally came in my mouth, I barely tasted it as it shot straight down my throat. I just kept swallowing....The stranger seems to can't get enough of me. He kept his limp cock inside my mouth while he continued to eat me.....sucking, licking, nipping, and tonguing my pussy....he was driving me wild but since I'm tied up, I really can't do anything but enjoy it. He grabbed my sore butt and squeezed it as he sucked harder....the orgasm that ensued felt like a thundering herd of wild stallions coming through. 

If I could have jumped off the bed, I probably would have, instead I thrust my cunt up towards the stranger's hungry mouth. He drank of my juice and licked me dry. When he finally took his cock off my mouth, I just groaned in ecstasy...to spent to even say anything. The stranger untied my feet then surprised me by sucking each of my toes....gently nibbling them...the he nibbled on my legs....the back of my knees...the inside of my thighs....my sides....my stomach....my breast...my nipples...my neck...my ears. 

Then he started kissing me gently....coaxing my mouth to open as he gently prod it with his tongue. The sweet kisses melted me.....I finally opened my mouth....gently dueled with his tongue...his kisses seems familiar. The stranger finally took the blindfold off....but I kept my eyes closed while enjoying this intimate exploration of my mouth...

I matched him kiss for kiss....when I finally opened my eyes, I found myself staring at the wonderful hazel eyes of my husband...the stranger finally said three words: "I LOVE YOU!"...and that's enough for me. He untied my hands and we fell asleep.

Stranger in The Night



The night had hung her head as low as it could droop. The day was even fluttering her eyes, thinking about rising, but it was winter time, and she only came out for a few hours on these short days. I was yawning and laughing slowly but my thoughts were far from sleep. My ass was nestled into the lap of my lover, Melanie, and her arms were around my waist. When the others were not watching, she would grab my breasts, causing me to squirm my shoulder blades against her full breasts and wiggle my ass over her crotch. Three of the regulars were staying late and playing poker and we were supposed to stay up until the last one left, as long as they were still drinking whisky and paying for it. It seemed like their pockets were bottomless that night. Usually, I would have been happy to stay up, because we filled our glasses every time they filled theirs. But Melanie and I had made love for the first time only two weeks ago and every moment since, my mouth wetted for the taste of her cunt.

I had seen Melanie, with the rest of the girls, the first time she entered the house. She did not look like a lady at all. Dressed straight from the mines of Alaska in leather breeches, a thick buffalo coat and a man's cowboy hat; she did not look like a Seattle city prostitute. Some of the girls giggled at her outfit when she walked in the foyer but I stared at her, in what I thought at the time was only awe. After asking to be introduced to our madame, Sherri, Melanie walked around the room, looking each one of us up and down, like the first impression was the only thought she would take of each one of us, her cowboy boots clicking on the wooden floors. I looked straight ahead with my smoky eyes as she neared me, determined to make eye contact. She seemed like an animal-woman, prowling around to intimidate. The other girls might cower, but I would stare down this predator. Her boot hills clicked closer to me. My gaze hung limply with indifference as she approached. When I could tell that she was staring into my face, I looked up slowly. 

I sucked in a small gasp of air, still trying to play it cool but unable to hide my surprise. She had the greenest eyes, the color of river stones, her skin was dark but glowing, like the sun. Her blond hair was the color of my own. She was beautiful, strong, like a lioness. Beauty and power radiated from my eyes. She saw my surprise, and turned away after looking me over, grunting, "Hmmph." 

She marched into our brothel, just like that, looked over each of us ladies and then asked our madame, Sherrie, to give her a job. And she got one, after promising to buy herself a dress with her first wages. After the first week the men asked for her more than any one of us.  

We all had reason not to like her – she looked different than us, was loud and demanding, and yet the men liked her better. And because the men liked her best, Sherri favored her too, kicked Isabelle out and gave the second nicest room to Melanie. I would have said that I did not like her either, but I noticed that I could not keep from staring at her. And when she felt me staring at her, I felt myself smile at her. She always responded by leaning her head in sort of a nod, letting a little breath out of her nostrils. Eventually, I began to see the corners of her mouth turn up when she looked me over and I felt my cunt wet with pleasure when she did. 

As long as I had worked at the brothel, after work we girls finished off whatever alcohol might be left around and played the same game. After all the men had left, we hoisted up our skirts. The woman that had made the most money and consequently would have the most come in her cunt would choose first, pointing to the woman she wanted to lick her cunt.  

Melanie watched what we were doing from the time she came to the brothel, but she kept her distance. None of the other women seemed to want her to join in. Melanie made it easy on herself by drinking alone and retiring to her bedroom as soon as her work was done. But one night, Melanie had not been there too long, a month maybe; she still carried the air of mystery that left most of us scared of her. Melanie came into the foyer just as we were about to start our game. 

"You," she said to me. The door behind her was still open. The other women stared. The room paused, waiting to see what I would do. 

I shrugged my shoulders. I walked over to her and began to lift the hem of her dress. Any of the other girls would have already had it above her knees. We did not suck long, just gave it a few good licks, usually, brought our faces up for the crowd to see wet with men's come.

But when I brought my hand to Melanie's dress she moved it. "Not here," she said. She took my hand and led me to her room across the hallway.

Her action left me without words. We always licked each other in the foyer, never privately, in one of the bedrooms. I could do nothing but follow. I heard the other women's voices and giggles trailing from the main room. 

Melanie shut the door behind me and unbuttoned my dress from the front. Her fingers did not fumble with the holes, but slipped out easily, with swift movements, as if the buttons had just been waiting to be set free. She pressed her mouth on mine and her heat filled the back of my throat, she flicked her tongue on my tongue. My jaw slacked a little to moan, but as it did, my cunt, wet with my thrill and the come of the various men I had had that night, filled with three of her fingers and I let the air ring out with a pleased, "Mmm." I caught myself, heard my own voice. I must have looked scared for the other girls to hear us, because Melanie said, "Aww fuck them. You are with me." She pulled me close to her and bit my neck. She began to take her dress off, and I did the same with mine. She was larger than me in just about every way - taller, broader, thicker, with huge swollen breasts. Her body was firmer; mine was soft. Her touches were graceful and languid. Her kisses and bites seemed to pull all my desire to the tips of my flesh, and when I felt I could not stand it anymore, she pulled just a little more. She wiggled her fingers inside me, back and forth, then used her whole arm to pump me with pleasure. I felt my body panting with fever for her. I rolled her nipples around in my mouth, bit the flesh of her breasts, her neck, her belly. With a shock, she pulled her fingers from my cunt. I looked at her wildly. 

She spread her legs on the bed and said, "I thought the game was, you were supposed to lick me clean.

The red folds of her cunt oozed white cum and I dove, nose-first into her plush pink wetness. She sparked my mouth and puckered it with want for her tastes – lemon, salt, butter, and the smell of a grass. I slid my mouth up and down, sucking hard. She pushed my head back just so slightly. "With just your tongue." I brought my head back. Using two fingers, she pulled back the lips to her cunt and exposed a tiny, pink pea. I dove my head towards where she wanted me to lick. She placed her palm on my head and said, "Delicately." I flicked my tongue back and forth on this spot and she moaned. I touched just my lips and inhaled ever so slightly. She yelped, a series of staccato, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," as my tounge flicked her clitoris. Each call, each shiver of her body sent whips of pleasure to my body. I hungrily fed on her, taking all of her pleasure into me. 

"Here, baby," she said, pulling me off the floor and onto the bed where she was. 

I want to lick you too. I spread my legs, but she said, "No get on top. We'll do it at the same time." 

I straddled her face with my thighs and bent my head into her cunt. I raised it with a moan of pleasure before I even touched her folds with my tongue. 

"Mmm hmm," she said, "It is hard to focus while I am sucking you, isn't it? You like me licking you don't you? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers? I love to fuck you. Yes I will fuck you and lick you. I will devour you, and you will like it."

Her red pussy pulsed in front of my face like a ripened fruit. I stuck my fingers in her fleshy ass and pulled her tastes into mine. I began thrusting my tongue back and forth, fucking her with my tongue. She moaned. I stuck two fingers in and fucked her with my fingers while I licked her with my tongue. Fingers and tongue were competing, her ass reached up to my face and I sucked harder. 

She sucked my lip in between her teeth and held it with pressure. 

"Oh Melanie," I moaned, not caring at all who heard me. 

"Fuck me, baby," she said. "Fuck me like I paid for you." 

She rolled me off of her and lay flat on her belly. "I want you to lick my asshole," she said.  

My body felt like it hung suspended by strings, each pull tugging me to want and the next string filling that need. I was hers. I had never felt the wetness of a woman so intense on my face, and I loved her. I wanted her, all of her. I licked her asshole like it was her cunt, dancing around it, first with my tongue, tingling the nerve-laden flesh with the tip of my tongue then thrusting into her asshole, wiggling just the tip of my tongue around. My fingers found her cunt and thrust back and forth as I tempted her asshole with my tongue. She brought her ass further to my face. I took it in my hands and sucked and ate her asshole with all of my hunger for her.

We ate each other from behind, fucked each other with our fingers from the front, we took our pleasure one at a time, and then together. We fucked slowly, sensually. We fucked hard and fast and called like animals. I moaned, bit, screamed, begged, came again and again from every position, every angle I had ever tried a few that just had never been possible with a man. By the time the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was time to get up and go back to work, she and I had touched every part of the other's body with some part of ours. 

"Dear god," I said. "What are the other girl's going to think?" We played our parlor games, but we never paired up and we never, made love, kissed and held each other. 

"Don't worry about it," she said. "You're with me."

I smiled, knowing that I was. It was difficult to get up from her arms and go to the men.  

"I am not into those games," she told me before I left her room that afternoon. "But I like you. I don't care what you do out there, but I want you here, afterwards."

Every night I spent with her. I went to the parlor and the other girls and I licked. It lasted a few moments, nothing like the pleasure Melanie gave me. Sometimes she stood at the doorway with it open and watched. And then I would join her in her bedroom. Pretty soon I stopped going to the parlor at all and just went straight to the bedroom. We rarely said a word at all until we had both exhausted each other and were halfway asleep. 



So when the men stayed late to play cards this night, I found it difficult not to show my irritation. I had been wanting from the moment I awakened to lose myself between her thighs, and these men just kept playing cards. 

I yawned loudly, and Melanie pulled me tighter to her. It was a warning tug for me to be polite to the men. She understood business. She understood that if she and I were to be able to keep carrying on like we wanted, we had to make good business for Sherri. I wiggled my ass on Melanie's lap. 

We all looked up, somewhat startled to hear a knock on the door. A slender man with a worn-out bowler came through the door. I almost screamed with frustration. It was my turn to take anyone new that came in the brothel. 

He took his hat off. The tall stranger had a full head of black hair, a thick black moustache and twinkling eyes. I straightened up a little in Melanie's lap. 

"Who is working now?" he asked. 

"I am," I said. Melanie did not like how quickly I answered and gave my side a playful pinch. 

"You like how he looks, don't you?" she whispered in my ear.

"She is working tonight," Melanie said. "But she is working with me. You have to pay for both of us. But you only get to fuck her." 

The other women looked at each other, as did the men playing cards. We had never done this before. 

The stranger looked over both of us said, "Okay."

I followed Melanie up the steps to her room and the dark haired man followed me. Melanie undressed first and I followed her. Even the stranger seemed to be following her lead. She lay down flat on the bed, her breasts facing up, "Come here, baby," she said to me. I laid on top of her and she began kissing up my mouth. She bent my hips away from her and pointed the stranger behind me. I held my ass tightly and I felt the man guide his dick to my cunt with his hand. I arched my back as entered me. I did not know whether or not give hint of the good feeling, thinking it might hurt Melanie's feelings. 

"Look at me," Melanie said. She guided my head to her right breast and I sucked as the man thrusted in and me. "Baby, I like holding you while you are fucked. I like him fucking you. You are mine. You are ripe. You are mine."

I slipped my fingers in her cunt and let the motion of him fucking me fuck Melanie too. She and I looked right into each other's eyes, like we were both being fucked by this man. She bit my lower lip and sucked my mouth into hers. The heat of the three of us all being together, the darkness of the room, the smell of her and the feeling of his cock inside me made me let out a satisfied moan. The man quivered and came and Melanie did the same, the man cuming inside me, Melanie releasing her wet orgasms on my fingers. 

The stranger was finished, tired like we were and already putting on his pants. "Thanks," he said, "That was good." 

"I am going to lick your cum out of her cunt," she said to the man as he was leaving the room.  

"Now," she said to me.



Stranger in the Night



She walked through the door, tossed her bag against the wall, hung up her purse and her coat and began getting wound down from her long shift. She could handle 12-hour shifts, but she put in an extra two hours this evening due to a late coworker. The house was empty and dark, but inviting. No one would be home tonight, her husband at his bowling league, her daughters at a girl scouts sleep-over and her son staying with a friend for the weekend. All she wanted to do was take a long, hot bath, letting the steam wash away the stress of the day. Grabbing a glass of white zinfindel as she walked through the kitchen, she went up to draw her bath. She emptied the pockets of her scrubs into her top drawer of her dresser. Her watch and jewelry were placed neatly in her jewelry box. She put her shoes away in the closet, then pulled out a sheer nightie and laid it out on the bed. In the bathroom, she put her hair up, pulled her clothes off and slowly slid her tired, aching body in the hot water. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she sank deeper into the water, losing herself in deep relaxation. Sipping her wine, she put work out of her mind. No kids tonight, hubby nice and buzzed when he got home from the bowling alley. Maybe some romance was due.  

Her mind wandered to the possibilities ahead. She would get scrubbed clean, smoothly shave everything, and be waiting for him. He would walk through the door, she would be lying on the couch, legs draped sexily over the edge. His breath would be taken away as he slowly took in her body, her perfectly manicured toes; smooth, tanned legs; sheer, sexy nightgown, wondering what was underneath. She could almost feel his hands moving along her curves, teasing her nipples through the fabric as he kissed her deeply. She let out a long sigh, took another sip of wine and began getting her body ready for the night ahead.

She let the water drain out of the tub, toweled off and began rubbing some perfumed lotion on her body. Her mind was off in another world, she didn't notice that there was a shadowy figure behind her. She knocked the lotion bottle onto the floor and as she bent down to pick it up, rough arms wrapped around her and pulled her into the dark bedroom. One hand over her mouth, the other holding her so tight her ribs hurt, she couldn't let out a loud enough scream. He spoke gruffly in her ear, "Don't scream, or I will kill you".

The moonlight shone in, giving just enough light for him to view her body. He could see the fear in her eyes and it excited him. His cock rose in his pants and he rubbed against her. She closed her eyes tightly, a single tear escaping. This made him even hotter for her. He didn't want to leave evidence behind, but he had to feel her body. He took off his gloves and began running his fingers over her nipples. They got hard and he laughed. "You're getting turned on, aren't you?"

She shook her head, embarrassed that her body would react that way. She tried to think about something, anything, that would make her body shut down against this assault. But it wasn't working. Every touch sent electric jolts throughout her body. She cried, not wanting to feel anything. She was a married woman, this was a stranger who was violating her, this couldn't be happening.

"Don't fight it, baby. You know you want it. I promise I won't hurt you...too bad."

He unbuckled and unzipped his pants, his long hard cock popping out. He placed it against her wet pussy, teasing her, getting her wetter and wetter. He laughed harder at that, knowing that he was raping her and that she liked it, but didn't want to. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head and he slapped her hard. "I said, 'tell me you want me to fuck you'". 

Her voice quivering, "I want you to fuck me." 

"Louder."

"I want you to fuck me!" She screamed.

"That's better, now fuck me back, baby."

He slid his cock all the way in her, thrusting and pumping in and out. She turned her head away, but he jerked it back and began kissing her, sliding his tongue down her throat. She gagged a little bit at the forceful kiss, but he didn't stop. He pulled her hair, "I want to hear you moan, show me how good it feels."

She let out a whimper, and he pulled her hair harder. "Mmmm, baby it feels so good," she said, but it came out monotone.

He wrapped his hand around her throat pushing down, "Bitch, I said to moan, I want to know how good it feels to you."

She grabbed at his hand, but he pushed hers away. "I'll let go if you tell me what I want to hear."

She nodded, "Oh God baby, I want you to fuck me harder. It feels so good."

"Oh yea, baby, I knew you were a dirty little slut. I can feel your wet pussy slurping my cock in. I knew you would want it as bad as I did. Fuck me back baby, show me how good it feels."

She thrust her hips up to meet his, trying to please him so that he wouldn't hurt her again, or worse. Harder and harder they fucked, their bodies slamming together, her moans becoming more convincing. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in deeper, telling herself that it was her husband that was inside her. But knowing it was this stranger, made it more exciting. She wanted him so bad, but she couldn't let him know that. 

He felt her arms wrap around him and he shoved his cock deeper into her, making her moan more and more. "God baby, you are such a dirty girl. You're body is amazing...fuck me baby, keep fucking me."

She did as she was told, using all her strength to fuck him, but she was beginning to orgasm. She couldn't hold it back and she let out a series of squeals as her pussy began to spasm around his cock. He couldn't hold it in either and he let her pussy have it. Squirting gobs and gobs of cum into her tight, wet pussy. "Well, now I know that you had as good a time as I did baby."

She began sobbing, trying to tell herself that it was because she had thought about her husband. But she had gotten an orgasm from a stranger who took her without her consent. She enjoyed it, how could she ever face her husband again? She couldn't get up. She just lie there, her body shaking from cumming still. She was so ashamed. She didn't notice that he had left. All she wanted to do was get in the shower and scrub herself off, but she knew she needed evidence. 

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened and she screamed, trying to scramble away, thinking the stranger was back. It was her husband and he looked concerned. 

"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?"

Between sobs, she tried to explain to him the events of the evening. She leaned against him, needing his strength to get her through, when she noticed something disturbing. His cock was hard in his pants. Was he getting turned on by this? She looked up at him, questions in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her tits, sucking her nipples into his mouth. What was he doing? She had just been attacked and he was doing some foreplay on her. She pushed him away, but he pulled her tightly to him whispering in her ear, "Don't scream or I'll kill you." 

"What did you say? Oh my God, how did you know what he said?" Then her mind began to form around those words. "It was you?"

"Yes baby, I'm sorry to have done it that way, but you remember when we talked about your fantasy. I just wanted it to be real to you, and to me."

"Oh my God, baby, I was so scared."

"Yes, but you were also so turned on, and that got me so hot. I kept you safe, baby, I never would have really hurt you. I just had to have you in that state to completely fulfill your fantasy."

"It's gonna be a while before I forgive you for scaring me like that, but that was the horniest I have ever been. I love you for wanting to fulfill my fantasy...it was great. Now let me tell you about my other fantasies...." 



Stranger in the Night



She didn't need to see him. She didn't want to. She trusted her partner after all as he knew her as intimately as anyone had ever known her.

Instead she could sense him, sense him enter the bedroom behind her as she knelt on the bed and ran her hands over Dave, her partner. 

She liked him to be still whilst she massaged him, to 'give' to him, to feel his reactions and hear his involuntary murmurs as her hands explored his every contour. Dave was always appreciative, always loved what she did to him, always told her how good she was.... how she knew his body so well. 

She also knew he had taken her to places she had never experienced before, with new ideas and new sexual horizons. She knew that her boundaries had been extended and that she had enjoyed them all!

Why then had she felt such resistance when Dave said he would like to introduce someone else into their lovemaking? A third person? She knew she was a one man woman and that she had to feel something for, and trust a man, before she could consider giving herself. Yet when he explained it, it seemed so rational. 

She would still be making love with him! Dave! The person she loved and wanted! That the third person was there to heighten their own sensuality! To add to their own sexuality. He said that a truly sexual person, a genuine sensual person, would not differentiate between gender, numbers or sexual orientation. She knew he was right but just had difficulty with it. 

When she had told him that she had to know them first, to see if there was a connection, that it could not happen otherwise, he had said why do you have to know them at all? Why not complete anonymity? Why do you have to even see them? It will be about our feelings after all... our own feelings.... our touch....our closeness..... heightening of our own, personal sensuality...... together.

Trust. She trusted Dave. Trusted him not to hurt her, that what he did would be good. After all, he had been right so far! They had experimented beyond anything she had experienced before and it had all been wonderful! She had decided to give it a go, convincing herself that it would be a gift from her, to him.

Dave had surprised her again by suggesting a man, she had always assumed that he would choose a woman!

And now it was about to begin.......she re-focused...

She continued to massage, but could hear the deepening breathing of the man behind her, she concentrated on her hand movements, she was still kneeling between Dave's opened legs and was about to lean forward to kiss him all over his body whilst she massaged his balls. She liked this. She liked to let a finger slide downwards around the rim of his anus whilst she did it and to feel his bodies reaction. To put pressure on his perineum and to feel him writhe .... 

She realised that she would be completely exposing herself as she leaned forwards and to her surprise she felt a buzz of excitement run through her body as she did it. Dave was responding to all her movements now, they were looking straight into each others eyes and the intensity built within them. She had no idea what was going to happen to her next and it excited her even more..... She eased back to kiss Dave's rigid penis, to flick her tongue around it's head, to close her lips around it's shaft...

His first touch was a jolt, even though she knew it was coming. He slowly ran his hands up her back from her slender waist up to her shoulders, round, and back down again. He had obviously found the massage oil and soaked his hands as his touch was smooth, gentle and warm. He was following her pace, letting her decide the level of intensity. As she dropped her mouth deeply over Dave's dick he would massage deeper into her body.... when she was delicate and flicked her tongue, he followed her lead by barely stroking the top of the fine hair on her soft skin. She shivered with the anticipation of what could happen next.

Dave gently drew her forward and laid her face down to his side, as she turned to face Dave, to look deep in his eyes, she felt him lay down on the other side of her. Their hands started to run all over her back, lightly at first, then with vigour, then exploring other parts of her body. Her arms, then her legs and buttocks, her inner thighs, all in unison. her sense of touch was in overdrive as the four hands brought her so many new sensations! She felt herself move, involuntarily, to ease her legs apart, to give access to her most sensitive area which was by now feeling swollen and wet. She stared deeply into Dave's eyes whilst the hands, and she didn't know which hands, explored every part of her. Palms pampered, fingers probed, senses danced, her body was electric.

Dave and the stranger must have sensed it because as one they both took her respective hands and placed each one on their erect cocks. The anticipation built for them all as they slowly gyrated within her hands whilst still exploring her body with theirs. She wanted one inside her! But which one? Which way to turn? 

Dave chose for her.... he drew her onto her side, facing him, and slowly eased her head down towards his cock. As she did so her body pushed out towards the stranger, she felt her buttocks push back against him, felt his hard cock in her back as she settled her mouth around Dave's throbbing dick. 

She was wet, warm, inviting. He put his extended hands around her slender waist and slipped his cock up and down in the crevice of her slippery buttocks. Dave was beginning to thrust inside her mouth as she let out a squeal of anticipation as she involuntarily eased her buttocks backwards and her back arched as she tried to manoeuvre herself so that his dick rubbed her most sensitive parts.

She needn't have worried, he was as willing as she was, she felt his hard dick at her moist entrance, he tried to tease her by not going inside her but she wanted it, deep, hard, and fast! She felt it against her and pushed back, taking him fully within her whilst simultaneously dropping her mouth so deep onto Dave's cock that he gasped at the same time he did! Both men kept their orgasms intact as she let out a stifled shout of orgasmic bliss.

They slowed it down. 

They shuttled her. 

Slowly. One in, one out, one in, one out. 

For an eternity. 

Hands behind her head pulling her forward and deep, hands around her waist pulling her back, and deep. They were doing with her whatever they thought would bring her pleasure, and it was working!

She came again before they laid her down, on her back this time. 

More massage, moist, scented oily hands everywhere. Her eyes were closed, not just so that she didn't see him but because her senses had taken over, she was absorbing it all, through her skin and through her body. Letting the events insatiate her mind. 

Dave repositioned himself at her head, kneeling, legs astride her head so that his cock fell against her face. He leaned forward and teased her nipples as the stranger moved down, and down, between her open legs, holding them apart whilst his forehead rested on her mound. 

His tongue began to explore her, outside at first, long up and down movements from her clit to the rim of her arse. Along the sides of her labia, both outside and inside, outer and inner and as Dave cupped her breasts tightly and pulled them up so that her nipples were forced up and out, he started to flick his tongue across her clit. She moaned, wanting to lower her hands to his head but Dave lifted them up to his face so that he could nibble her fingers as she slid them around his lips and into his open mouth. Her breasts still firmly cupped, Dave's thumbs started to flick across her nipples as she felt her back arching, involuntarily, and her knees lifted as his tongue probed and flicked her wet and wanton vagina. She began to thrust herself upwards to his probing tongue as her mouth sought Dave's cock just above her head, she took it in deeply as the still unknown face tongued her clit and started to move his deft fingers, rhythmically, inside her wet and expectant vagina. Her back arched even more as he found her G spot and stroked it as Dave's cock hardened inside her mouth. She came again. They slowed down, both eased out of her and Dave drew her towards him in a long and tender embrace. He smiled at her, their eyes held each others as they sparkled and danced, saying nothing, telling everything, feeling together and complete.

After a while of heavenly reflection, she sensed the stranger lay back behind and above her. Dave slowly turned her around, and, for the first time, she saw the cock that had been helping her experience all her new sensations. It was big, bigger than Dave's, still erect, a good handful of loose testicles hung below it. She cupped them with one hand and began to feel his cock with her other hand, gently at first, exploring, finding it's ridges, it's natural shape, from the hilt up to the helmet. She ran her fingers up the back of it, gently, finding the sensitive bit just below the head. Dave was lifting her, raising her to her knees, she knelt, upright, between his legs as she continued to slide her hands up and down his substantial cock, wanting it inside her again. She leaned back into Dave as he pressed up against her body as he too was kneeling, right behind her. Her head fell back on to Dave's shoulder, she looked up, still away from the stranger as Dave eased her forwards and lifted her so that she began to straddled him. She rocked her wet pussy gently over his dick as it lay straight up his flat and muscular abdomen, her head still leaning back and gently kissing Dave's neck. Dave's hands held her waist and helped with her body movement as she started to raise herself up to position herself over his cock. All hands met as they all chose the same moment to slide it inside her, his from the front, hers from above and Dave's from behind giving her another new and thrilling sensation! Six hands! all trying to do the same thing at the same time, for her. They all touched, hands, cock and vagina in a blur of wet anticipation, their thoughts, ideas and minds working in unison, all to give to her, to please her, until she could take no more....

She rode him, raised herself up and dropped herself down, all the way down so that his big cock pushed up deep inside. She still leaned back against Dave for support while his arms wrapped around her and cupped her breasts again. His fingers and thumbs squeezed her nipples, hard. He was taking his cue from her, the harder she dropped onto the strangers cock, the harder Dave squeezed her breasts and nipples. She dropped harder, faster, her nipples screamed but she could not stop until another orgasm overtook her. She slumped forward, spent, with the hard dick still inside her.

As her thoughts slowly came back to her she was conscious of Dave massaging her back. She was slumped, forward, along the stranger with her head facing away from his, on his shoulder. She still had not seen his face! Dave was moving his hands from her shoulders to her buttocks now, with more urgency, as she realised that neither of them had come yet. She wanted to feel them come but she was too weary to do anything about it. 

She said, "Take me, fuck me,"

She felt the stiff cock inside her ease back so that it was just hovering at the entrance to her vagina. 

Then she felt Dave run his hands right down her back and, between her buttocks to where the cock sat, poised. Dave rubbed her juices all around her, making her wet and slippery everywhere and then re-positioned himself, his cock firm and telling her that he wanted her. He began to slip it around between her buttocks, down, gently, letting it's head applying pressure to her anus, until her muscles relaxed and invited him inside. He worked very slowly and rhythmically, pushing deep inside and withdrawing so that it was almost out each time, holding it for a moment and then sliding in again. As the rhythm became regular she realised that the stranger was also sliding back inside her but on the opposite stroke! As Dave withdrew and paused, he slid in, right in. He eased back out as Dave slid his rigid dick in, up to the hilt. They kept it going for ages and she was beginning to stir again, they speeded up as they sensed her response and then, as she felt another orgasm building, they changed their stroke! They started to move in and out of her together! She had never felt such a sensation, she was full, completely full, with everything stretched to capacity, she was being fucked like she had never been fucked before. This was not just love making, it was rampant, no control ownership of her body but she wanted to give it to them! She wanted them both to come, together, inside her so with one last heave and a shout of pure ecstasy, she willed them on. They all knew it was coming, they all let out a shouts of uncontrolled delight as the last, orgasmic thrusts went in to the hilt as their sperm filled her. All of her, as her lips whimpered the ecstatic contentment of yet another orgasm.

They rested, still in her, where she wanted them to be. 

Dave got up, walked around to where her head still lay looking across the room. He eased her up and off as they looked deep into each others eyes. He felt a level of love for her that he had never experienced before. They walked, hand in hand, towards the shower and luxuriated in the foaming hot water on weakened knees.

When they came out he was gone. 

No face, no name, no clothes, nothing but the intensity and delight of the last hour was left in the room.



Stranger in the Night



This happened some time ago, when I was a student. I was a member of the climbing club, and we had our annual dinner at an inn up in the hills some way away. Those of us too poor to pay for a bedroom all crashed out on the floor of a function room, some more drunk than others. I suppose there was about 20 of us, 50:50 men:women, some married, some playing the field, some unattached.

I laid my sleeping bag in the middle, and what with the alcohol and the lateness I was dead to the world in 4 seconds flat. I awoke at some time in the night; it was pitch black and I lay listening to the small sounds of breathing around me, wondering if I would have a headache later on. I put my arms behind my head and stretched - the floor was none too soft for sleeping on. My hand encountered another hand. I made to pull away but the other hand caught at my fingers. It seemed to be a female hand, as far as I could tell, but I hadn't a clue who it belonged to. I tried to remember who had pitched their bag behind me, but with no success.

The cool fingers of the mystery woman explored my hand and wrist, then I felt her other hand touching me. She pulled slightly, and I got the message and wriggled up out a little so that our hands could slide down each other's arms. It was quite arousing and I had a sudden worry that it would turn out that She was another man. However that didn't stop me moving slowly across the floor, as (s)he did the same. Presumably (s)he could tell from the hairs on my arms that I was male. I paid more attention to what my fingertips were telling me and reassured myself that (s)he had extremely smooth and feminine arms for a man.

We touched each others faces and gently explored. Her fingers were incredibly gentle yet bold. As she reached my lips I took hold of her fingers and licked them, feeling her doing the same to mine. Her nails were short and rough; well, in a climber that is no indication of gender.

We were now lying head to head with our arms parallel, and I felt her shuffle further towards me. Her wandering hands continue to work their way down my neck and chest, and I followed her lead, trembling at what I might find. I breathed a silent prayer as I touched soft yielding mounds, warm from the confines of her sleeping bag. I sought out the nipples, bolder now, and massaged them softly. They grew hard slowly, and my cock, already swelling with the excitement, followed suit.

Suddenly I felt her head bump against mine. We twisted and began to feel each other's faces with our mouths, working down until our searching lips met. It was unusually erotic to kiss upside down. Actually it was not so much a kiss, more of a tongue fight. If I had been unsure before, now it was plainly obvious that the woman, whoever she was, was feeling extremely horny.

Our hands, which had been concentrating on the other's nipples, now resumed their journey downwards, while we continued to tongue each other and swap saliva. I could just about reach beyond her stomach to the top of her pubic bush, while she went straight for the tip of my erect cock and held it firmly.

I was desperate to go further and she must have been too, for she broke off our kiss and started to crawl onwards. I helped by wriggling upwards underneath her. She licked her way down onto my chest and took my hard nipples gently in her teeth. I felt her soft breasts dangling over my face and sucked on them gratefully, circling the nipples with my tongue, feeling the aureoles tighten and pucker. But there were more insistent needs to satisfy. We continued to voyage down each others' bodies - by now I was stroking her back, enjoying the play of muscles as she moved over me, and she dipped her stomach to caress my face. I managed to thrust my tongue into her navel as it went past, but then she had achieved her goal and I felt the tip of my cock engulfed in a hot wet cavern. Her teeth gently caught at the shaft - I nearly came on the spot.

But I wanted her sex too, and she obviously wanted me to have it. She drew her knees up on either side of my head and slowly lowered her crotch onto my face. The rich smell of her bed-hot vagina filled my senses, and I strained upwards with my tongue to touch the hot dry downy lips and the hot, slippery folds between. She sank down onto me and I was covered in her juicy flesh. 

It was hard to concentrate on the two areas of pleasure at once: should I devote my attention to the taste and smell and feel of her juice-filled hole, exploring all its crevices and membranes, or should I think about the feel of her mouth sliding up and down my aching cock, her tongue circling my swollen glans, her nails scratching at my tight balls. In fact, if I didn't use a bit of self-control, I was going to finish everything too soon.

I roamed my hands over her taut behind, every so often pushing her away a little so I could draw a breath, then renewing my attempt to get my whole head inside her tunnel. I sought out the dry puckered ring of her bottom and tickled it gently, and she responded by digging her hands between my buttocks and fingering my own hole. Then she pushed her finger inside me and began to massage me from the inside. I had to concentrate very hard to avoid a quick climax.

Her little clitoris was hard and projecting, and I took it between my lips and sucked. I felt her body convulse with pleasure. I licked it hard and she convulsed again, meanwhile trying to force her tongue down the cum-hole in my cock. 

She seemed to have no inhibitions - I lubricated my finger with her juices and pushed it into her bottom, as she was doing to me, and she squeezed me three times in gratitude. I was already beyond the level of arousal at which I normally come, but she seemed to be able to keep me (and herself) just on the brink for as long as she wanted. My balls ached with the build-up of tension.

I lost track of time; my tongue was getting stiff from massaging her clit. I could feel from the tension in her muscles that she was very close to cuming. Suddenly she pushed her head right down onto my cock: I felt its tip pressing against the back of her throat. She made a sort of humming buzz in her throat which vibrated through my cock. That was too much. I came enormously, not caring if I filled her throat with semen. As I spurted for the second time, she went rigid and began to cum also, her thighs gripping the sides of my head. I felt her juices trickling down my cheeks. My finger in her bottom was nearly broken with the violence of her contractions.

I felt her swallow down all my cum, and then she released my cock and breathed deeply as if she had finished a race. I twisted my head aside to get some fresh air, and we lay there recovering. Eventually she began to slide back up me, and I moved below her, back to my own sleeping bag. The outward voyage of our mouths was reversed, lingering over nipples (still hard) and faces (mine sticky with her juice, her mouth tasting of my cum). Finally we were back in our own little nests. I gave her hand one last squeeze and lost touch with her. I was so spent that I fell asleep immediately.

In the morning I was one of the last to awake. I lay there wondering if it was all been a dream. But I could still taste her juice around my mouth, and my cock and asshole felt tender and used. I sprang into full wakefulness and twisted round, to see who it was who had given herself so fully to me. But there were only a few people left on the floor; the space behind me was empty; no trace of the mystery woman.

I have narrowed the possibilities down to about six: was it Sue, tall and leggy, who had been with half the members of the club (although not with me); or Debbie, Dave's wife, a sexy little tease; or Annie, small and demure, but the hardest climber; or someone else totally unlikely? I never found out. But she knows.



Stranger in the Night



At last the war had ended, Hitler was defeated and people entered the new year of 1946 with renewed hope. London had suffered massive bomb damage but people everywhere seemed to have a new sense of purpose.

How marvelous people are when faced with such terrible odds, Evelyn thought as she drove through the packed, bomb ravaged streets of London on her way to take a few days break in the beautiful Yorkshire Dales just to chill out. She knew the journey well; escaping the hustle and bustle of London for a break in the countryside was the regular tonic Evelyn sought at least twice a year.

It was solitude she sought, well apart from the few acquaintances she had inevitably made during previous visits, and she was able to spend a few days with only herself for company, giving her time to think, reassess her life, its direction and gain a sense of renewal.

Evelyn was Scottish, born in Edinburgh; she worked as a freelance journalist and earned her living submitting copy and articles to national daily newspapers and magazines and, on more than one occasion, had found something to write about in the tranquil setting the Dales provided. She had moved to London with her parents in the early 1920s but always had a yearning for the countryside. Her marriage to Tom Bristow, a lawyer, had failed and they had divorced amicably in 1939 just before the war. Tom did not want children being very career orientated while Evelyn craved a family.

The stresses and constant arguments eventually became too much and their eight-year marriage was doomed. Evelyn felt deprived of the children she had always wanted and had now given up all hope of motherhood. Although they had been parted seven years Tom had always been totally opposed to divorce and, in mid 1940s Britain, divorce was a difficult, prolonged and somewhat impossible process if one party objected but finally he relented and the divorce came through.

Their paths still crossed and they occasionally met up for lunch. She still had feelings for him but knew she could never change him and there had been too many arguments and fundamental differences for their marriage ever to be resurrected. She still found him very handsome and, at 41 years of age, time had treated him kindly.

At thirty-six, Evelyn was a very attractive redhead. She was far more attractive than she gave herself credit for. Her shiny, long, red hair flowed beyond shoulder length draping onto her back. She had long legs and was lucky, just after the war, to have scarce nylon stockings the seam of which accentuated the beauty of her calves, and her slim ankles graced her high-heeled shoes.

Today, however, her shoes were more sensible as she sat behind the wheel of her car and started the long journey from London to Yorkshire. It was in the era before motorways and she stopped on a few occasions at cafes along her route for a cup of tea and a short break before continuing.

It was early evening by the time she drove into Horton-in-Ribblesdale, a sleepy village surrounded by ancient dry-stone-walls and the hillsides where sheep and goats wandered freely as they had done for centuries – so typical of this beautiful part of England.

Passing over the quaint stone bridge and past the ancient church where marriages and baptisms had taken place for hundreds of years, she pulled into the car park of the Crown Inn. She was welcomed by George, the landlord, a ruddy-faced man with a very pleasant smile, she signed the visitors' book and George helped to carry her luggage to her room containing an inviting double-bed.

Plonking her suitcase down George greeted her with, "Have a nice stay Mrs. Bristow. Evelyn had not yet reverted to her maiden-name. "If there is anything you need just shout."

"Oh George, how many times have I told you, my name is Evelyn?"

George just displayed is crooked-toothed, but very pleasant endearing smile.

After George left she sat on the bed and performed a little bounce to test the springs then looked around. It was basic, a wash basin, a wardrobe, a dressing table which afforded a set of drawers and a mirror. In the corner near the window there was an easy-chair. Inside the wardrobe door there was a full-length mirror and Evelyn caught the first proper glimpse of herself since leaving London.

"Ugh." She groaned then picking her case up she tossed it onto the bed and opened it taking out her clothes and hanging some in the wardrobe and putting her underwear into the dressing table drawers leaving a clean set of underwear on the bed along with the blue dress she intended to change into.

Scanning the room again she thought, this will do for a couple of tranquil days away from it all. She had stayed here before, knew some of the locals and George was a pleasant old soul, friendly and with a quaint sense of humour. She knew the accommodation would be rudimentary, certainly a million miles away from the luxurious hotels she had often stayed in but that came with the territory in the little Dales villages. George would never call her Evelyn no matter how hard she tried it would always be "Mrs. Bristow" or simply "Ma'am".

She removed the case from the bed, took a refreshing wash using the wash basin, a shower would have to wait until morning when she visited the swimming baths in the near by town of Settle.

She kicked her shoes off, removed the white blouse and grey skirt she was wearing, slipped out of her bra and panties. In the full-length mirror of the open wardrobe door she looked at herself. Like many woman do, she could only see what she perceived as faults but in fact she had a figure most women would die for.

Taking the bra from the bed she fastened the clasp at the front and shuffled it around to the back then pulled the straps over her shoulders and adjusted the cups to comfortably hold each of her fulsome breasts. She wriggled into some white, silk-French knickers, pulling them up snuggly, her white suspender belt was fastened in place before her nylons were carefully pulled over her feet, stretched up her calves, over her knees and smoothed out along her thighs, carefully checking the seams before being clipped to her suspenders.

She stepped into her high-healed shoes, locked her door and carefully negotiated the old, narrow, creaking stairs, turning left at the bottom into the bar of this ancient, almost medieval pub. She ordered a gin and tonic and took an old wooden, backrest seat in an alcove and surveyed the scene.

The pub was typically rural in character and one could easily imagine that nothing had changed for centuries. Evelyn loved quaint, old English pubs with the glow from the coal fire flickering across people's faces and sparkling horse brasses nailed proudly on the ancient oak beams above her head. The bare stone floor had the worn scares of centuries of treading feet that had scoured an ancient message, leaving the mark of busy lives long gone.

There were about 12 people in the small room, mainly men, three were soldiers dressed in their khaki uniforms looking very smart and handsome as they joked and laughed over their drinks and a game of cards. Although Evelyn knew some of the villagers and had hoped to find one or two in the bar there was no one she knew but she was hoping maybe Margaret would turn up. She had made friends with Margaret during a previous visit and had maintained a regular correspondence.

Margaret worked part-time in the village post office, her husband, James, ran a Dales courier service. 

In the mid 1940s it was very rare to see a woman unaccompanied in a public house but Evelyn was not at all disconcerted as she was eyed-over by the occasional glances from the soldiers.

Two older men and a very rugged-looking younger man sat at the bar talking to George who was leaning on the bar smoking a cigarette frequently tapping ash into the ashtray. A young couple sat in the far corner looking into each others eyes rather dreamily and two middle-aged couples sat at a table a few feet away from them chatting and generally enjoying each others company. One of the men sucked on a rather large pipe that didn't appear to be lit but it gave him an air of superiority and quiet confidence.

Evelyn became more and more aware of the flirtatious attention she was receiving from one of the soldiers. He was sat facing in her direction and occasionally glanced over the cards in his hand as he arranged them.

He was the more handsome of the group and although sat down he was clearly taller then the others, broad shoulders and classic chiseled features. He had held Evelyn's gaze seductively a few times and she had been the first to lower her eyes but she was flattered at the attention of such a young man who she figured was no more than 21 years of age. 

After a second gin and tonic with no sign of Margaret, Evelyn was ready for bed and made her way once again to her room. As she left the bar she could feel the gaze of her admirer as if he traced her every movement. Involuntarily she increased and accentuated her hip movements. She hadn't felt as sexy as this since ... well it must be for years. How long had it been, she thought, more than seven years, it had to be.

She undressed, cautiously removing the precious nylons very carefully unclipping them from her suspenders and placing them in a drawer.

Evelyn always slept naked, it was a warm summer night, she did not need the blankets and just flopped onto the clean, crisp, white sheets and turning onto her stomach she reached for the switch of the table lamp at her bedside and put the room into complete darkness before snuggling and rolling her head into the soft, feather pillow. The sexy, dark eyes of the soldier haunted her thoughts. She couldn't recall when she had last touched herself erotically and she resisted the temptation.

There was little doubt what he had been thinking, she knew that look all too well, he might as well have said out loud, "I want to fuck that little arse right off you."

How had she responded? She hadn't exactly given a signal of disapproval. It had surprised her and caught her unguarded that a young, a very attractive man who looked around 15 years her junior should show such sexually charged interest in her. There was no doubt in her mind, as she nibbled her pillow, that her self-esteem had been raised a good few notches. She couldn't have wished for a better start to her short break.

Evelyn's only sexual experience had been with Tom, she had never considered what sex would be like with someone else, but now that is precisely what she was thinking. Maybe if she had't been in such a hurry to come to bed, she thought, but she had and that was that. He was after all amazingly good-looking, lovely smoldering brown-eyes, looked supremely fit, as did his fellow soldiers. Then there was that cheeky, captivating smile and his audacious flirting. Would she turn him away? Would she have had sex with him if the opportunity had arisen? The restless wriggle of her legs, the exotic tingle between her thighs answered her question for her.

Evelyn struggled to distract her mind and tried to think of something else. It was a fantasy, no more than that, her scrambled mind recovered some composure and drifted into slumber, her body slowly relaxing from the stress of the long journey and the exotic thoughts she had dismissed or thought she had. 

Her little bedside clock ticked the tempo of its hour and as she drifted deeper into sleep the remaining tensions in her body evaporated as if gentle, tender hands were seductively massaging her back and shoulders. The hands seemed to weave a magic charm, gradually moving from the tautness of her neck, down along her back to her buttocks, driving out all the pent up pressures and stresses that had been silently crushing her body.

Strained muscles softened one by one from her feet, up through her tense calves and rigid thighs. Her buttocks became loose and supple. The magic hands leisurely flowed over her body creating a subtle calm, comforting glow. Her face loosened into tranquility and her brain went into the most exquisite restfulness. The stillness and laziness that accompanied this beautiful part of England, where the pace of life seemed to almost stand still, stood in sharp contrast to the hectic life of London and provided the therapeutic calmness that helped Evelyn to quickly drift into a relaxing, peaceful sleep.

The enthralling, dreamy massage continued its enchanting mission. It was as if she could feel two masculine hands caressing her back from her waist upwards with two thumbs pressing firmly on either side of her spine all the way up to her neck and over her shoulders then all the way back again. With each repeated massage of her back, neck and shoulders the dreamy sensations became more and more heavenly. 

As if Evelyn wished it, one hand slipped lightly over her buttocks feeling the soft, smooth skin and down first one thigh, over the back of her knee and along her calf before returning to her back and tenderly repeating the same on the opposite side. The cheeks of her buttocks received a deeper kneading massage as the masculine hands repeated the same full body length massage.

Searching fingertips pressed gently between the flesh at the tops her thighs, fleetingly touching her wetness before moving again onto her calf. Feather-light kisses were gently, mercilessly showered on her back, the soft cheeks of her buttocks, down along her thighs and calves.

A hand moved the long red hair away from her neck and soft, tantalising kisses starting behind her ear, continuing along her neck and shoulder as a manly hand was placed on the inside of her knee bending it outwards and opening her thighs wide. Delicious fingers moved up her thigh and she drew a sharp intake of breath as the mild fleeting touch drifted over her succulent womanliness, while the tender kisses continued.

A husky, deep voice which seemed to emanate from deep inside her sleepy mind, whispered, "Keep your thighs open my lovely, and let me feel your sweetness."

Evelyn's legs opened involuntarily, as if by hypnotic command, spreading out across the bed. The divine, manly fingers caressed her ever so sensuously and one extended finger pressed along her delicious wetness parting the lips of her pussy. 

Evelyn had experienced many exotic dreams but none as deeply intense as this, and as she moaned ever so gently and sweetly her little hips wriggled to better accommodate the wonderful feel of the magic fingers. Her cute, little centre of ecstasy emerged from its hiding place and was gently tantalized into throbbing erectness by the masculine combination and expert manipulating dexterity of finger and thumb working in perfect unison.

She relaxed completely allowing herself to be possessed and again a searching finger traced its way between her pretty petals, fleetingly touching her pert erectness then cupping her entire loveliness tenderly in the palm of his hand, spreading her sweet juices around her swollen softness.

Even in her sleep she couldn't help wondering if this wonderful dream would suddenly end as they so often do, leaving her totally unsatisfied, but the fingers continued separating her inner petals, massaging them subtly before returning in tight, little circles around the exquisite centre of her pleasure, swirling around and causing ripples of ecstasy to invade her exotic thoughts. 

It was the perfectly timed entry of two long fingers into the velvety-soft realms of Evelyn's womanhood and the sheer ecstasy that swamped the receptive stress-free serenity of her brain that sent her into an orgasmic spasm, causing her to release her orgasm of womanly juices through the adventurous fingers embedded deep inside her before the juices trickled onto the sheets beneath her.

The dreamy, hypnotic-spell, wound webs so intense that Evelyn began to moan louder and louder in her sleep, her groans filling the room.

"Shhhhhhh," she heard the sensuous, almost inaudibly, sweet sound of a husky voice whisper in her ear. "Don't talk, gooood girl."

The voice was so hypnotic causing Evelyn to submit to its mesmerizing effect, drifting in her sleep between ecstasy and unfathomable bliss. The sheer wickedness and intensity of her orgasm was so powerful that she wanted to scream out loud but once again the hypnotic voice restrained her passion.

"Shhhh, Shhhhh,"

The gorgeous manly fingers resumed their task and the inside of her upper thighs were drenched with her sweet juices, her face tightened to suppress the built up compulsion to scream and groan. Her teeth bit into the soft pillow.

Finger and thumb nipped and strummed bringing Evelyn's essential femininity out to play a merry seductive dance with the exquisite, digital dexterity of its two tormenting assailants as if inviting an erotic contest.

Frantically, her angelic, little clitoris collaborated in a teasing tango of heavenly delight with fingers that knew every nuance of a woman's sexual anatomy. Dreamy whirlwinds of pleasure spiraled around Evelyn's brain as signals from the sensitive nerves at the centre of her delight ravaged her senses. Continuously, the heavenly huskiness of the masculine voice caressed her thoughts and senses, possessing her dreamy ecstasy as Evelyn's little hips compulsively jerked at the manly stimulus that had entered her again and the voice inside her head urged her to new heights of pure sexual enchantment.

"That's good my sweetheart, that's so lovely, so beautiful."

Passively the fingers withdrew and Evelyn felt the unbridled pleasure of a man's hardness pressing against her, pushing aside her sweet, shielding petals while her legs accommodatingly and submissively drew up beneath her.

The full thickness of his masculinity slowly filled up Evelyn's yielding loveliness; intense groans of ecstasy pervaded and possessed her sexually intoxicated mind. Once again the tender soft voice takes over her entranced senses.

"Hush now, sweetheart, it's OK, shhhh, relax, relax my sweet. Now just do it silently my lovely, that's a good girl." The deep, husky, hypnotic voice embraced the misty depths of her dreamy trance-like state.

The solid, bulky manliness now within her felt real, thick and pulsating, throbbing forcefully against her yielding suppleness, bringing her rapidly to the most incredible orgasm. The muscles deep within her seemed to be massaging the invading thickness of a man she neither saw nor knew and her ecstasy moved into uncontrollable territory. 

Completely filled with rampant manhood, she was eager to bring him to the same level as her own delightful bliss and, at the same time, release the intense need to openly voice her gathering ecstasy.

"Shhhhhhh, that's a good girl, you are so lovely, so beautiful." She heard the voice whisper again and again in her ear as his thrusts became more urgent, the hard swollenness was growing inside her, causing her velvety, clinging folds, to grip his thickness as it expanded inside her.

She knew not her nightly audacious bandit, masked only by the darkness of the room. The rhythmic sliding of his firm stomach muscles along her back, accompanied by the burying of the delicately, soft cheeks of her buttocks, as they pressed against his pubic bone, released sparkling tingles and contractions to rapturously intoxicate her mind.

Her inner thighs rippled as he jerked forward, his strong rugged thighs and knees spreading hers. The contractions he induced deep inside her gripped his rampant shaft and Evelyn bit hard on her pillow to suppress her screams forcing them inward.

Abandoning the hopelessness of it she howled her intense pleasure as her orgasm was imminent and inevitable, forcing itself upon her. Loudly through her hot breath Evelyn screamed, "It's coming, I'm going to come," feeling completely overwhelmed by the emotions cascading through her entire being, soaking the pulsating hardness of this intrepid, anonymous, nightly raider.




Stranger in the Night



She expelled a long, tortuous groan as her body drained its last drop of energy. Her succulent juices spread to caress the fulfilling, wholesome object of her delight, her sweet, tender, inner muscles combined to extract from her cavalier lover the gush of his orgasm before draining the last hot, creamy remnants of passion from her unseen, mysterious, sex thief of the night.

Tenderly, in the darkness, he kissed her neck before rising, wrapping a towel around his waist and opening the door. Awake, she saw the shadowy silhouette of her tall, handsome manly seducer as he fled the room. A thief had come in the night and stolen Evelyn's sacred pearl and escaped with his prize.

She arose late the next morning still wondering if it had all been a wild, exotic dream.

An audible gasp came from deep inside her, dispelling any doubts as she lifted her head and found a soldier's tunic button on her pillow. Quickly she cupped it in her hand and later placed it safely in her handbag among her other souvenirs. The reality of her night of love slowly dawned on her with the morning sunlight that drifted in through the open curtains.

Hearing men's voices outside, she looked through the window over-looking the car park at the back of the ancient public house. Three young soldiers were hurriedly climbing into a jeep getting ready to leave. Which one? She thought scanning her eyes from one to other.

The last soldier to get into the driver's seat was the one who had so daringly flirted with her the evening before. Was he the one that taken her so sweetly during the night? He glanced up at the window where Evelyn stood, still disheveled from her night of passion, covered only by a bath towel she had hurriedly wrapped around her naked body. 

Cheekily he smiled up at her, flashing his pearly-white teeth and very suggestively winked, jumped into the jeep and was gone.

Often Evelyn secretly looks at the tunic button, remembering with affection her dark, shadowy, robber soldier – her handsome highwayman - her stranger in the night.



Stranger in the Night



Last weekend I drove up to my parent's cottage to be alone and relax. It began to rain when I was half way there and only got worse when I finally arrived. After dinner and a couple of drinks I was feeling sexy so I put on some makeup and my long blonde wig. I bought myself a new outfit that I was dying to put on. I stood in front of the full-length mirror watching myself as I put on the black silk bra and panties. I slipped my feet into my black heels then the final piece, a short black silk robe. "God your gorgeous girl," I said to the reflection then blew myself a kiss. I walked over to the dresser next to the mirror picked up my drink and an X rated Transsexual video I rented for the weekend then made my way to the living room. 

I put the tape into the VCR and sat down onto the couch that faced the television when BOOOOOMMM, the thunder exploded as the storm that I drove up in grew worse. But I didn't care I was safe and warm inside the cottage. I pressed the play button and took a good sip of my Jack n Coke. The video began with a shoot of a door and someone knocking on the other side. Then a girl appears wearing a tank top short shorts and walks over to answer the door. She opens the door and there is this great looking stud. "I got a call that you're having some air conditioning problems," he says to her. "Yes, it's so hot in here," she replies to him as she eyes him up and down then stares at the big bulge protruding from his blue jean shorts.

The next scene shows him at the air conditioner and her on the couch. "There, all fixed," he tells her. "But I'm still hot," she answers and lifts her tank top up exposing her breasts then putting each tit in a hand she squeezes them together. The man smiles unbuckles his belt then unzips hi pants. He pulls out his semi-hard cock and begins to jack off as the girl slips off her top then slides her shorts off revealing her own semi-hard cock. The man then strips and walks to the couch. She takes his cock in her right hand and sticks it in her mouth. 

I moved my hand down to my own growing hard on and I begin to rub it through the silky panties. BOOOOMMMM, again the thunder sounded then darkness. "DAM," I shout in the unlit cottage. The storm must have knocked out a transformer. I moved slowly to find the candles and matches that are kept in the living room for such an emergency. 

After lighting all the candles I sat back down on the couch and took another big sip of my drink. "Just when the movie was getting good," I think to myself then take another sip. Suddenly I hear a banging on the front door of the cottage. " Who the hell would be driving in this storm," I say as I peer through the window at the figure knocking on the door. 

"Hello…hello," a voice calls at the door. 

"What do you want?" I ask.

My car went off the road and is stuck in the mud can I use your phone?" he pleaded.

BOOOOMMM, the thunder made its presence again.

"Okay," I answer as I open the door to the stranger. He dashes in the cottage soaking wet from the hard rain.

Looking down he says, "Thanks I really…," but stammers, "aaappreciate it" as he looks up and sees me dressed in my black silk outfit. 

I smile and say, "No problem." Even in the candle lit I notice that he's not bad looking. 

"All the power is out and so is the phone" I inform him. Hell I didn't know if the phone was out, but anything to keep him here. "Better get out of those wet clothes...the bathroom is over there" I point in the direction. "There is a robe you can wear in there."

"Thanks," he says and walks towards the bathroom.

When he came back into the living room I was seated on the couch stirring a drink I made for him with my finger. "So stud, what's your name?" I wickedly say smiling at him.

"Gary...Gary Zane," he answers. "And thanks again for letting me in," he added as he sat down on the couch dressed in a white cotton bathrobe.

"You're welcome," I replied as I handed him the drink.

"Mmmm...this is good," he states as he took a big sip of the drink.

"What's your name," he asks.

I move closer to him. "Michele," I say as I move my left hand onto his naked leg.

He nervously takes another drink as he watches my hand massage his right thigh.

Suddenly the VCR comes on and the movie I was watching alone appears on the television screen at the scene with the girl sucking the guys cock.

"Whoa look at that," he exclaimed 

"You like that?" I ask invitingly.

"Oh yea," he answered as I opened the robe and took his so what limp cock in my left hand then lowered my open mouth to his muscle.

I felt his hand on the back of my head as I slobbered up and down on his pole that was now at full length. My tongue twirled around the head of his dick causing him to moan softly.

Hearing Gary and the guy on the video moaning together was making me so hot that I working on the dick in my face like the cheap slut I am.

"Yea baby suck my dick," Gary said to me periodically glancing at the video.

Suddenly Gary stopped push my head up and down with his hand as I sucked him. "What the...that chick has a cock!," he said in a totally surprised voice.

Gary moved his right hand down and opened my rob to see the head of my own hard on peeking through the waistband of my black satin panties.

Gary looked back at the television in shock and saw that the girl was bent over the back of the couch as the man was fucking her from behind.

Seeing the small bottle of lube that I had placed on the stand next to the couch Gary picked it up and said to himself, "What the hell." He then said to me to stand up.

I stood up then he did. I got a quick look at the video and saw what he wanted. I opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. Gary hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down my legs. I then turned and knelt down on the couch. I arched my back down and stuck my ass back at Gary who was lubing his cock.

Gary stepped behind me put his left hand on my left hip and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my love tunnel. As he eased his cock into me he put his right hand on my right hip. I leaned over the back of the couch as Gary slowly humped me from behind.

"Man I never knew it would feel this good or that tight," he said between panting from fucking me.

"Yea you bastard...fuck my ass…give me that dick," I spat at him because the sensation his cock was giving my ass was the best stuffing I had for a few days.

I felt Gary drive his rod deeper into my butt than he had done before, "Here bitch...here bitch…take this...take this...," he growled as he thrust his hips back and forth back and forth. I was jacking myself off and whimpering, "Oh...oh...oh...," as he began to ride me wildly.

Gary pulled his cock out and walked around the couch to stand in front of me. I lifted my body up so he could stroke his dick in my face. This also put my cock in the crack of the couch so I began to hump the pillows that held my dick. 

"Come on Gary...shoot that load...cover my face in your cum," I dared him.

Gary opened his mouth and groaned loudly as his hot white streams of cum spewed out of his dick head and landed on my face. As the cum rolled down my face I felt my own cock ejaculate and I contorted my face as I orgasmed.

Gary stood there. His body shaking from the intensity. I leaned forward and began to milk the last of his cum out of his dick with my mouth.

Gary shared the bed with me that night, but as usual that's another story.



Stranger in the Night



I have fallen asleep in my bed, waiting for you to come over and play. Suddenly, a noise wakes me, and I realize that the light I left on in the bedroom is now out. My eyes can't make anything out in the gloom, when suddenly a shape moves toward the bed. I call your name, but there's no answer. Frightened now, I fumble for the bedside lamp, but I suddenly find a wrist manacle strapped to it, while I am pressed back onto the bed by the weight of the mysterious stranger. I know it's you, but in the back of my mind is a little voice whispering that it could be someone else ... someone who found me asleep, and saw the toys that I had laid out for us to play with, someone who just might not be playing! 

....Before you realize it, your wrist is bound with a silken cord near the lamp. Powerless to move, partially from the weight....partially from the surprise of it......you realize that your other wrist is being firmly stretched out toward the bedpost opposite the lamp........the same kind of silken cord now fastens that wrist as well! Just as your eyes start to adjust to the darkness, hands lift the back of your head and a "sleeping mask" is put over your eyes...with a strap going around your head. You notice the telltale scent of Polo....but you're still not sure. "Is it you?", you cry out? A response comes back...."shhhhhhhhh"!!! The intruder straddles your chest....facing your head. You can tell that he is naked from the feeling of flesh-on-flesh. You can still breathe, but the weight is definitely confining. You feel the hairiness and hardness of the undersides of his legs and ass as he straddles your chest. His balls feel hot and heavy against your bare skin. Deftly, he unhooks the front-clasp of your bra.......all 4 hooks.....one....by.....one. Your breasts feel a combination of relief (and cool air) as the evening air washes over your exposed chest. Now the hands leave you, but the weight and warmth remains

-The silence is almost unbearable......the intruder still does not utter a word. Slowly, but most noticeably, you feel his cock enlarging.....and growing......as it lays on your chest between your breast. Slowly, as it enlarges, it lengthens and slowly starts penetrating into your ample cleavage. The intruder emits an audible "M-m-m-m-m-m!!" You squirm and struggle slightly against your constraints, but to no avail. Your legs are still free and you squirm them as much as the heavy weight permits. The lengthening, hardening cock is creeping, ever slowly, and upwards. It touches your throat...and it grows more.....!!!!!!!

I call out again, seeking reassurance, feeling vulnerable yet excited. A gloved hand covers my mouth, moving my head from side to side. The smell of leather increases my arousal, and I realize that when I kick my legs against the weight pressing down on me, it sends a thrill throughout my body. I can feel myself becoming slick, and the quickness of it is almost painful. Now, the glove is gone again. I feel a finger begin tracing the outline of my lips, and I shiver. I feel my skin pebble, and my nipples contract and get harder. Suddenly, the weight shifts down my legs, and I can no longer move as much. I feel small warm puffs of air against my nipples, which almost causes me to giggle involuntarily. I hold it in, and follow the path of the warm air against my skin with ever more acute senses. Now that is gone as well. I wonder where the next contact will come. . . as I both dread and eagerly await it. 

A mouth on my nipple! Suddenly, it is pulled upward, HARD!!! I open my mouth to say so, when again, the gloved hand against my mouth . . . but this time a quick pinch of the nostrils with it. I realize now that I am not to say ANYTHING, and infractions cause more severe consequences. This realization causes me to shiver again, and I feel the gloved hand caress my face for a moment. And then it is gone

And so I wait. My skin is alive with sense receptors I never knew I had, each of them waiting, needing that touch, that contact. A cold line slides between my breasts and I realize that it is a chain, and my breathing becomes a bit more rapid as I understand what it is and where it is going. The chain begins to warm against my skin, and I can almost not feel its presence when something cold touches my abused nipple. (what is that ... ice??) The cold causes my nipple to become even more erect . . . almost painful now. As the nipple clamp is attached, I have only the sensation of pressure, and even that I am not sure of . . . until the warmth begins to spread outwards. I am just beginning to float in that warmth when the other side is attached. This being the first contact it has had since it was opened to the cool air, there is no warmth there, only PAIN. My first instinct is to take a deep breath to yell, but I remember, 

::I have to be quiet::

The voice is back again, whispering in my head, reminding me that others wear "Polo" besides you. I simply blow the air out again. I am rewarded with another caress, and I turn my face into it, welcoming it. 

Then, when I have almost begun to not feel the pain in the nipple, the chain is picked up, causing my already sensitive nerves to scream. But again, I only blow out the air that is suddenly in my lungs. My body begins a motion that I am almost not aware of, and I shiver again

--You feel the large presence above you leaning forward.....again, the warm stream of breath......this time on your neck. You welcome it! The breath "path" continues through your substantial cleavage....and pauses. Again, the breath continues on your nipples......one.....then the other. The combination of cool chain & clamps with warm breath is unique to your senses. While this continues.....the gloved hand (obviously reaching behind the seated stranger) suddenly touches your belly......and starts tracing a line..........s-l-o-w-l-y to the hem of your panties. Your legs are squirming; you yearn to cry out, but you dare not!

-The weight above you suddenly lifts......seconds pass......there's a rustling sound on/near the dresser.....then the heavy presence returns....this time, near the foot of your bed. Strong hands gently, but persistently spread your squirming legs apart......the stranger settles in below and between your out-stretched legs. ("Is he kneeling?", you think to yourself). You feel extremely vulnerable, yet excited at the same time. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a striking match......, even beneath your blindfold, you see a small but perceptible flash of light.......and you smell the telltale scent of a match lighting a scented-candle. The gloved hand gently caresses the area just beneath your breasts....and gradually continues down toward your navel. It is somehow reassuring. 

-Suddenly!!!!!!! You feel a small, wet, but distinctively HOT sensation on your stomach! Its extremely intense, but then almost as quickly, it disappears. A few seconds pass....ANOTHER HOT, WET SPOT!!! Then coolness. The gloved hand caresses your thigh. Another HOT , WET SPOT near your breasts! The stranger is spilling hot droplets of melted wax onto your skin!!! Each drop is painful, but is quickly gone, only to be replaced in a few seconds by another drop in a new location. The drops s-l-o-w-l-y continue. Once you start to cry out, but with catlike quickness, the stranger's face is over your own, and the hand once again clamps your nostrils. You relax......and slowly nod. You feel lips gently press against yours.....a warm tongue gently outlines your upper....then lower lip....his mouth gently sucks in your upper lip....then the lower one. Almost as quickly.......you feel the large presence return to the strategic area between your legs.

By this time, I can barely contain myself... I begin to buck my hips, slowly, spreading my legs even further ... inviting you, teasing you, like I am being teased. Thinking is gone now, replaced by animal needs. 

Thumbs under the band of my panties, sliding them down. I lift my hips to help. After they are gone, I feel your eyes, looking at me. Again, I spread my legs, inviting you, needing you to touch me. I await your touch eagerly, but instead, I feel the hot wax begin to drip again ... this time in a line from my belly down ... slowly. I flinch at each, moving my body, trying to get away, but unable to go far. I finally manage to roll onto my side, at which point a get a healthy smack on my ass. I quickly lay flat again. More wax ... and I manage to roll to the other side now. Another smack. This continues until I cannot move, my muscles tired, my breathing ragged.

I hear movement again, and feel the cord on my wrist restraint loosen, and retied above my head, with some slack so I can move a bit. Now the other side is loosened and retied above me as well. I feel hands on my sides, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. Then, suddenly, I am flipped over onto my stomach. My pussy contacts the bed, and I begin a slow grind into it. I know you are watching me, which only adds to my need. 

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my ass ... flesh on flesh, and I realize that you have taken off your gloves. At first, all I feel are fingertips, running up and down the crack of my ass. I raise my hips again, hoping that you will go down further. Now, the fingers trace the valley, playing with the hair. I am nearly frantic now, moving against your fingers, pushing backwards, anything I can do to get you close to my clit. I struggle to my knees, head down, legs spread ... offering myself to you. 

I feel something cold running down the crack of my ass, and the smell of mint in the air. A finger runs through the wet, and swirls it around my asshole, little flicks into it, and then back up again. Just the feeling of being touched is almost enough to make me cum right there. Now, I feel a hardness press up against me, the smell of mint stronger now. I realize it is the Pleasure Balm that I purchased earlier that I was going to surprise you with. But this hard object I don't recognize. Too hard to be you ... not pliable or warm. You begin to slowly work it into my ass, and it gets bigger the further in it goes. I realize it's a butt plug!!! 

"Please..." I gasp ... to be rewarded/punished by a firm pressure pushing it all the way in at once!!! I can't help myself... I moan out loud. I hear a low chuckle as I try to scoot away, get away from the burning pain of being stretched and filled like that. I curl up in the corner of my bed. I feel you crawl over the bed, to me. Your hands wrap in my hair, and my head is held firmly. A quick tug of my hair causes me to gasp, and as I do that, I feel you slide your cock into my mouth. 

-As I yank on your hair, you involuntarily open your mouth to gasp. I seize the opportunity and, assisted by one of my hands, I push the head of my cock into your mouth. You have obviously forgotten how large I am, because you consciously have to open your mouth further to accommodate just the head and a few inches of the shaft! You attempt to reach out with your hands to grab onto my cock, but the wrist-restraints put the object of your desire JUST out of reach! I chuckle softly . . . and deeply . . . at your predicament.....and your frustration.....but reward you by sliding a few more inches of cockmeat into your eager mouth. (Unbeknownst to you, my head jerks back, eyes closed, in sheer unabashed pleasure at the liquid pressure of your wet & warm mouth. God, but you feel good!) I use both hands to gently reach behind your head and remove the blindfold (sleeping-mask). You blink and squint your eyes.....trying rapidly to get used to the light. But my hips.....and your luscious mouth do not miss a beat! Your eyes gradually widen.........and you look up at me.....all the while moving your head& mouth in perfect time with my hip thrusts. While keeping eye-contact, I reach over and release your right wrist......which immediately homes in on the undevoured portion of my cock-shaft. Then I release the left wrist. It quickly joins its partner on my meat. With one hand around the base of my cock (almost)! the other hand just above it, and the head in your mouth, you have ALMOST enveloped my entire cock with your hands & mouth! I still say nothing, but I am definitely in heaven!!

-While maintaining eye-contact, I slowly bring my face towards yours.........closer. For the first time, I slightly open my mouth and let my tongue protrude an inch or so. Your eyes gape widely when you see a new addition to my "body art." I have recently had 2 tongue piercings!!!!! They are 2 small posts . . . side by side...each with a small ball on the top and bottom (i.e., both above and below my tongue). I wag my tongue side to side.....then in and out (like Gene Simmons of KISS!!). You are almost mesmerized (shock, maybe??!!) by my tongue and its new adornments. 

-I'm still on my knees, kneeling, and you're sitting . . . facing me. Giving you no time to react, I quickly disengage (reluctantly)! my cock from your mouth. I back up a bit, reach out and grab one of your ankles in each of my hands. Before you know it, I have pulled you down onto your back, your legs spread widely outside of my kneeling knees. I back up a bit further, lay down on my chest.......my face inches from your writhing pussy!!!! I put a hand under each of your ass-cheeks, kneading your flexing cheeks just like warm dough! I gently bite the upper insides of your thighs.....barely touching your pubic hair with the edges of my beard. Finally, neither of us able to stand it any longer......I extend my tongue rigidly and, in a lower-to-upper movement, run my tongue from just above the butt-plug.....all the way up your pussy and into your hair! You throw your head back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy!!!!!! "Oh God, yes!!!", you cry out. "Don't stop!! Don't ever stop!!!" I am more than happy to oblige.....in fact (in the immortal words of the Rolling Stones) "wild horses couldn't tear me away"! Relentlessly, I continue the tongue-lashing on your pussy.....the newly acquired "piercings" definitely having their desired effect on your pussy and clit!! I alternate up-down-left-to-right.....over and over and over! Your hips buck and thrust in unison to those of my lips and tongue.

-At last, I raise back up on my knees, looking down at you . . . and you up at me. Again, I take one of your ankles in each of my hands. This time, I lift your legs as I lean forward, placing each of your feet alongside my neck, just over my shoulders. I'm supporting my body weight with my arms. You can feel the huge head of my eager cock nuzzling at "heaven's door"! Nodding your head rapidly, you chant....."uh huh"!! "uh huh!"". I ever so s-l-o-w-l-y push forwards against your exquisite pussy lips.......they part.....God, you're so wet!!!!.....and the head and 3-4 inches of my cock slowly penetrate your wetness. Beyond any semblance of self-control now......I lock my eyes onto yours.....and again.....inch....by agonizing inch......I eventually bury myself....up to my balls......in the liquidy sheath of your pussy! I softly say...."Ah, you beautiful Bitch! You feel wonderful"! You respond with a "God, just fuck me!!!!! PLease, pound your cock into me!!

-Much to your amazement.......just when you thought I was going to give you a savage screwing.......I withdraw.....lean back onto my knees.....and then flip you....firmly, over onto your stomach. I command you to get to your knees.....the classic doggie-position. You are almost whimpering.......and looking forlornly over your shoulder at me. I reach out and grab the butt-plug......rotate it softly....clockwise....perhaps 4 or 5 complete revolutions. You start moaning again! Then, I slowly....agonizingly slowly.....remove the butt-plug.

Feeling the butt plug turn makes me cum, right then. You grab my hair and yank it back toward you, wrapping it tight in your fist. Leaning over me, pulling my head back towards you, nibbling the back of my neck to start . . . small bites right at the hairline, while you hold my head immobile. Slowly, the butt plug begins to work it's way out, and the bites become harder the more I'm stretched. The sensation is unlike any other. Pain/pleasure/orgasm. . . it just goes on and on. I hear sounds I don't recognize, and realize its me. . almost a keening sound now. The plug is out now leaving me feeling empty. "Please" is the only word I can make, the only one I know. "please, please, please" ::my heart racing, feeling light headed::, "please”

Then, in one long, powerful stroke, you are in me. I am driven to my elbows with the force. Your hand on my hip is all that keeps me on my knees.

""AAAAAAaaaaugh YES!"" I scream

Letting go of my hair, your hand grabs my other hip, pulling me back toward you. You hold perfectly still, buried in me ... feeling your cock being squeezed, milked by my ongoing orgasm. Liquid waves pass over it, feeling almost like a gloved hand squeezing, caressing, going from tip to balls ... the slightest movement causing it to ripple faster, until you can stand it no more. 

--Still not moving (not able to move)! I hold onto your hips with both hands, my cock buried to the hilt in the exquisite grip of your ass muscles! The most sensitive part of my being is totally enclosed........engulfed.........sheathed....... in the warm, liquidy, velvet vise of your delicious ass! Although you cannot see my face, I am grimacing in pure lust and ecstasy! While, at the same time, I am concentrating with every ounce of discipline I have for CONTROL! And I sense that I'm losing! Can't let you see this effort, this excruciating torture for sexual supremacy! Over and over again, your body is somehow gripping and undulating along the length of my massive cock! You're milking me! How can you be doing this??!! We're not even moving! You are moaning now....almost incoherently........and begging me to start humping you! I want to, more than anything (!!!) but I'm afraid of losing control! I am the Master!! Can't let you control ME!!

-With almost inhuman concentration, I try to think of other things (baseball! Theory of Relativity! Microeconomics! :-) .........while at the same time, I slowly move my hips backward, withdrawing my cock all the way to the head. Then, just as slowly but deliberately, I push back into you.....inch....by agonizing.....inch! My eyes are shut! My mouth and teeth locked in a grimace! Fighting for control! "uh-huh! uh-huh"!! you start to chant. "That's it! Give it to me now"! My breathing is labored.......I'm subconsciously starting to moan with exertion. You start babbling at me again (which you know I love!): "Yes! That's it! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Aaaaaagggghhhh! Oh my God, you horse-cocked mother-fucker! Fuck me! That's it! Fuck me! Fill my ass with your cum! Give it to me n-o-o-o-wwww!!! Aaaaaagh!!!

-I am no longer coherent or rational. I feel my impending climax....starting slowly in the base of my spine and in my balls. I know it won't be possible for me to delay things now. Totally involuntarily, the words start spewing out of me....."Agggh! Agggh! Milk my cock you beautiful Bitch! That's it! Arrrrgh! Fuck me my beauty! That's it! That's it! Gonna come now, Honey! Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Here it is!!! Shooting in you! Shooting! Coming! Aaaaaaaaggggh!!" I feel spasm after delicious spasm exploding in my cock as jet after jet of my love-juice is pumped deep into your body! God, its delicious!!

-You join in........." Give it to me now, you big-dicked fucker!!! Don't let up! Kill me with it! Aaaaaagh! Give me your come, baby! I want it NOW! Every fucking drop! That's it! God, you're swelling even bigger!! Jesus! Fuck me! Agggh! Aaaaagh! That's it! Almost there! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Aaaaaagh! Oh God, I feel you shooting in me! That's it!! Give it to me! Come with me! Aaaaaaarrrrghhhhh!!”

-My cock still buried and pumping inside you, I release your hips, reach under you and fill my hands with your gorgeous breasts as we both collapse foreward onto the mattress. As I lick your earlobe, I whisper...."Thanks, Sweetie........you're the best!




Stranger in the Night



I had realized who you were, and yet, I let you go on. What had possesed me to do such a thing? Yes, sure, you had flirted with me, and I had done nothing to stop it. I even enjoyed it. And yes, sometimes I had thought about what it would be like, for you and I to be together. But I knew it would never happen. 

"You are one hot piece, you know that? My brother is one lucky man.”

Oh God. What if he finds out? He'd never understand.

A sudden movement in the corner draws my eye, and I realize we aren't alone. 

"I know I am! Just look what I have in her. And you, bro... I never realized that you were almost as good as I am in the sack!

“Now that we've fufilled one of your fantasies my darling, come over here... I have a cock that belongs in your mouth.” I realize that as good as this evening has been, it's about to become even better. 

...Finis...



Stranger in the Night



The drums pounded, keying flashing lasers and strobes. There were keyboards and electric strings almost too loud to hear. But over all, surrounding all, was the insistent beat of the drums. Shelley bumped and ground with the beat, flung elbows up and around. The man she danced with opened his mouth in a wide grin, and his gleaming grey eyes were fixed on Shelley's body as she strutted and bent to the music.

He was tall, well over six feet, with a hard, lean body and a tattoo on one bicep. His jeans showed tight buns and a hot bulge in front. He wore a mustache that looked too big on his narrow face, and his head was shaved. He can dance, thought Shelley. And he wants me! Can I do this? Can I go through with it?





Stranger In The Night



After dinner and drinks at a local pub, we decide to take a stroll as our evening winds down. We have been talking all evening as if we are old friends getting together after a long hiatus. 

The nervousness we both felt about initially meeting is gone, but as we stroll, there is an uneasiness about what may happen next. We stop at some point so you can point out something of interest and at that moment our eyes lock and not a word is spoken. I move my face closer to yours and tilt my head slightly as you do the same, I hold your face lightly in my hands and we meet in a most tender kiss. We separate slowly and look at each other without a word said and once again join our lips but with more reckless abandon this time. With our lips joined and our mouths open, we interlace our tongues like long last friends separated by time. Our arms and hands entwine as we pull each other closer as if to bring ourselves nearer then we possibly can. Our breathing becomes rampant as our kiss becomes more fervent and our bodies mesh from the desire to get closer. We part for a moment to catch our breath, but one look into each others eyes continues where we had left off. My hands pull you closer and travel down your back to hold your buttocks and pull you closer toward my mounting excitement which is evident by my obvious condition. As we once again come up for air, I shyly ask if you would like to join me at my room at the Hilton. In a breathy whisper, you say "yes". 

We travel to the hotel holding hands nervous as two teenagers, but are excited by the anticipation of the evening's possibilities. We enter the elevator and find ourselves alone and we embrace while we travel upwards to my floor. I hold your hand as we exit the elevator and travel down the hallway towards my room with not a word said. As we enter the room, I remove your jacket and mine and you slip into my arms once again as we pull each other closer then before in a passionate tangle of tongues, arms, and bodies. I pull slightly away and begin to remove your jacket and mine and you slip into my arms once again as we pull each other closer then before in a passionate tangle of tongues, arms, and bodies. 

I pull slightly away and begin to deliberately unbutton and remove your blouse as you offer no resistance. I pause to lightly kiss your fragrant neck and proceed to undo the clasp on your bra and release your breasts which ache to be fondled and caressed. Your arousal is quite evident by your panting breath and your engorged nipples. I run my hands over your breasts while I kiss your cheek and neck making my way ever so slowly down to your waiting rose-colored nipples. As I encircle your nipples with my tongue you hold my head in your hands. My hands move down and I hook my thumbs in your slacks and slowly pull them down and off after removing your shoes and stockings. On my knees I reach up and draw your panties down and reveal your moist and eager love mound. I am tempted to touch and taste you but arise so I may disrobe and hold you in my arms flesh to flesh. 

I start to undo my shirt buttons but you push my hands away and undo them and remove my shirt. You run your hands over my chest and lower them attentively to my belt and undo the buckle and gain access to the clasp and zipper on my pants. I kick off my shoes as you lower my pants around my ankles and lift each foot to help in the removal. You remove my socks and look up as my excitement is apparent by the straining material of my underwear. You put your fingers in my waistband and slowly pull them down with some resistance from my manhood which stands rigid. As you pull them down, my member stands at full attention as I am glad to be rid of my confining clothing. You run your hand over my excitement and lower your mouth and gently kiss the tip before taking the head in your mouth. After running your tongue around once or twice I gently pull you up so I can claim that kiss I wanted in holding your nakedness close to me. Our mouths and bodies embrace as I pull you closer to me, and our hands caress each others bodies as we are joined in a fierce and passionate kiss that has our bodies undulating against each other.

I slowly move you back towards the bed without breaking the kiss or the passion we have created. We part as I lie you down on the bed and lie beside you and continue with our kiss. We embrace and kiss as we entwine our legs together and rub up against each other in earnest. My hands travel to your breasts and encircle each as I make circular movements around each moving slowly towards your nipples and giving them a playful squeeze. I unlock my lips from yours and move my way to your ears and down your neck pausing briefly. I move lower to your breasts and lick each one around your nipples and drawing each one into my mouth as I suck and gently bite each one. At this point my hand has traveled to the source of your desire. 

I run my fingers up and down to part your lips and gain access to your clitoris which I gently rub while mouthing your engorged nipples. Your hips start to thrust and meet the movements of my hand and I hear your breath start to quicken. I remove my hand and kiss my way lower to your waiting love mound. I position myself between your legs so I may use both my hand and tongue as I part your lips with my fingers to provide access for my tongue. I lower my head and taste your sweet nectar as I run my tongue up and down your womanhood. I target your clitoris and run my tongue over and around it to heighten your desire. 

You now have both hands on my head as if to encourage me on. You move your hips and catch your breath at those moments when I hit that most tender spot of your excitement. I replace my tongue with my fingers and plunge my tongue into you as if I was mounting you. Your gyrations and breathing become faster as my combined efforts bring you closer to a well deserved release. You push my head harder into you as you move more violently and a cry escapes you as you shudder into one of the most violent orgasms you have had in a while. You reach crescendo after crescendo before collapsing in a state of euphoric sexual bliss. I lie beside you while you regain your breath and caress your body as you slowly regain your composure. 

You smile and beckon me up to lie by you as you begin to recover from your recent splendor. We proceed to cuddle and fondle each other when your hands suddenly wander to my hardness which has endured since our undressing. You stroke me slowly with light fingertips up and down my shaft while your other hand feels my balls which drives me wild with ecstasy. After a few minutes of your handling of my situation, your kisses move south from my lips to my neck. You slowly move down, kissing my chest and making a line of kisses down the middle of my stomach towards my burning desire. My member throbs in anticipation as I feel your breath on my glands. You once again circle the head with your tongue before encompassing my shaft in your soft warm mouth. As you fondle my balls in your one hand, your other hand holds me straight up so you can pump me into your mouth slowly up and down. You plunge your mouth down on me swallowing my length as your tongue glides along leaving an electric sensation nearing me to the brink. You stroke me up and down with your hand while you concentrate your efforts on and around the head of my penis. 

I cannot take much more as I try to draw you up so we can couple in the traditional sense. You push away my hands and continue your assault with your tongue and hands. I feel the flood of desire approaching and tell you that I am about to spill my seed. Instead of backing off you increase your hand motion while sucking my manhood deep in your mouth. When I think I can take no more, you gently squeeze my balls as I cry out and release my essence into your mouth. You draw the last drops out of me leaving me well spent and in the afterglow of a tremendous climax. You move back up the bed and lie beside me and we collapse in each others arms in a contented lovers embrace.

It is not long before we start to hug one another and our mouths and tongues find each other in an increasing state of sexual fervor. I rapidly become aroused once again and raise my self up and position myself over you in order to gain access to your well moistened valley. You reach down and grasp my hardness and guide it into your warm envelope of desire. I plunge deep into you holding myself still for just a moment to relish in your tenderness and quivering desire. You raise your knees up and apart opening up and giving yourself completely to me. I take long and slow thrusts into you as we start a steady rhythm, moving our hips and bodies in synch to each other. I increase the tempo as our breathing becomes labored and hook your legs in the crook of my arms, to fully expose and penetrate you to your furthest depths. 

After some time, I feel my urge to erupt coming closer and want to prolong this exquisite pleasure as long as possible. I release your legs and gently turn you on your side facing away from me and bring your top knee up. I position myself between your legs and run my length up and down your womanly opening using your juices to lubricate my stiffness. I then slide easily into you and draw your knee higher as I plunge into you and feel you respond beneath me. As we start to fall into a comfortable tempo, I reach down and gently rub your enlarged rose-bud of a clitoris. I immediately feel you respond to this added stimulation as your hips respond in a more frenzied pace. We increase our thrusting and a moan escapes you as I run my fingers over your clitoris while sinking into you over and over. I feel you stiffen, and then start to shudder, as you are overcome by waves of desire and succumb to an earth shattering climax. You cry out as waves of pleasure pulse in your opening gripping me like a vise over and over as you grind against me trying to milk my very essence. I ride out your satisfaction and remain rigid but not moving as you start to relax in the after glow of our most recent union. 

I slowly withdraw while you protest but I tenderly turn you over on your stomach. I spread your legs out, draw your knees up a bit, and position myself between your legs. I lie lightly upon you and align my hardness between your thighs and slowly insert myself into your waiting opening. You push back against me as I thrust into you feeling myself penetrate you to your furthest depths of desire. I do not last long and feel the heat rising in me as we increase our pumping of one another's bodies into each other. I start to pump furiously into your deepness as I feel my orgasm growing near. 

Feeling my urgency, you push back against me harder and reach down between us and take hold of my balls to rub and gently squeeze them. I cannot hold out any longer and take several final rapid thrusts into you before I plunge all the way in to your furthest depths and explode shooting stream after stream of my hot juice deep inside you. You feel my release deep within you and feel the sensations assault you and bring you to another satisfying orgasm. We lay still together in our unison, relishing our exquisite love making session we have just had. I slowly wither inside you and start to raise my self off you. I lie down next to you, side by side, drawing you into my arms. We lie like this for what seems like an eternity when I suggest we …………

To be continued



Stranger in the Night



It was many years ago when a friend, a recovering alcoholic, showed her a wall hanging that was the basis for any twelve step recovery program. It read:"Today is the first day of the rest of your life".

Now here she was, all dressed up, standing, waiting, collared and blindfolded with only the sounds of classical music to accompany the butterflies playing drum solos in the pit of her stomach, or was it her heart beating with anticipation she could hear, rather than feel. 

Tho' she tried to keep calm by singing "If my friends could see me now," Shirley MacLaine she wasn't, deep down she felt, "Tonight may be the first day of the rest of my life."

Just when she began to relax, a warm, masculine hand slid down the front of her black satin panties and for a moment she thought her heart had stopped beating. He kissed her once and then she proceeded to suck his finger as a prelude to what she assumed he was expecting- what she was hoping for.

Next, he led her, slave fashion, down the hall to another room. She stood for a while and then the stranger stuck his finger and thumb back into her anxious mouth, but it was different this time, she could taste Baileys Irish Cream! While she sucked the liquéur from his finger and thumb he tilted her head back -- restraining her, teasing and tantalizing her --which turned her on, greatly. Then he began undressing her, which seemed so natural, so right. After several phone calls, prior to them meeting, she felt she knew the stranger better than anyone -- and that he knew her.

Now here she stood half-naked obeying the stranger's every command, which he conveyed to her by tugging her hair. He hadn't spoken a word since she arrived and as talkative as she normally was, she daren't speak, for fear that she might anger him. And that was something she knew, would not be wise. He instructed her to get down on her knees. Her wrists were bound and leather boots removed. With her head resting on clasped hands, skirt lifted and bare arse tilted towards the sky, she received the first whack.

The volume of the classical music, whilst numbing her brain, muffled all other sounds, enhancing the delightful pain. The anticipation generated by the stranger's non-verbal communication and her own mixed thoughts -- 'when was I going to get it again?'... 'Where?'and 'How severe?'

The evening became more intense as he laid her back on a wooden cross, her arms and legs outstretched and secured. At this point she empathized with Christ! As she laid there spread-eagled and blindfolded, she received several stinging whacks on her thighs and then she felt something hot and hard placed near her arse. When the stranger finally spoke, it was to instruct her to pull. As he pinched her sensitive and erect nipples. 

If it wasn't her arse being teased, it was her taste buds, as he trickled melted chocolate in and around her mouth which dripped down onto her breasts. He then kissed and licked it off. Soon she had her hot, wet mouth around his long, stiff cock. But to confuse the hell out of her senses, she swore it tasted like the liqueur she had previously sucked from his fingers.

She lost all concept of time... eventually the stranger untied her and helped her stand, he directed her through a doorway into what she assumed was another room, until she felt the cool night air. He removed the blindfold and to her surprise she was on the balcony overlooking the city, with its lights reflecting off the harbour. 

She was still half naked but that didn't seem to matter, in fact she felt rather liberated and decadent. Even a little outrageous and naughty, adding to the intoxication of the evening. At that moment she couldn't have felt more intoxicated than if she had drank the entire bottle of Baileys! They kissed and once again his fingers tantalized her nipples.

The privilege of being allowed to see didn't last, so it wasn't long until the stranger blindfolded her again. Still on the balcony he sat in a director's style chair whilst she, kneeling on a cushion, gave him just a fraction of the pleasure she had received up to that point. 

She took his cock as big, long and hard as it was and began to get acquainted with every inch from the head down to the balls and around to his arse. She had never allowed herself to go that far before but this time she was prepared to follow the instincts and desires she had previously ignored or been frightened of.They talked for a while, which she found difficult, pleasuring him while talking. 

Then they went back inside the apartment again. Still blindfolded, the stranger offered her a croissant, which she devoured with relish. This seemed to amuse him, maybe even arouse him. Her appetite for sex having been sated, now her desire for food was being satisfied, in much the same sensual manner. At last the blindfold was removed for good, yet the night was far from over. 

The stranger put on an erotic video, she sat at his feet with his cock in her mouth, her eyes obediently fixed to his. She saw nothing of the video. 

However, it wasn't long before the stranger lost interest in the fiction of the video and became aroused with the reality right before him. He too sat on the floor, meanwhile still insisting, that she look at him as she gave him everything she had, showing her appreciation and gratitude for what she hoped was going to be the first of many encounters with -- the Stranger in the Night.



Stranger in the Night



As Tiffany lie in bed at night, tossing and turning, she finally gave up and just lay in the dark. She had had a long week and an even longer day. She hadn't spoken to Master in a long time aside from short conversations. She had had a long day of classes and then dealing with her family. She was so exhausted when she got out of the shower she simply turned off the light and went to bed thinking she would be asleep before she knew it. that had been over an hour ago. Now as she lie there in the darkness, she felt chilly and alone. Sighing she turned over and closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep. Just as she finally started to drift off, she heard a sound. She started to reach for the light, when she felt a powerful hand grab her wrist. She almost screamed but another hand covered her mouth and she heard a voice whisper, "Shhh now, don't want to wake anyone up." The hand uncovered her mouth and went to her other wrist, she felt the feel of the man's bare body climb on top of her pressing her wrist to the bed above her head. She lay there silently, afraid, but also inflamed with something stronger, deeper a hidden part of her that was so very aroused by what was happening.

Tiffany felt the man spreading her legs, climbing between them she felt the frightful and yet also arousing hardness of his large manhood press to her tender virgin flesh. Pausing just a moment then sliding gently, very gently into her tight inexperienced heat. Once fully inside, Tiffany gasps breathing heavy, her body stretching and molding itself, conforming to fit this large sword deep inside her most secretive of places. She felt the man's lips on her belly as his sword rested gently but firmly full inside her warm sheath. Her breathing increased as she felt the desire slowly building becoming greater than her fear. As the lips and the tongue of her unknown assailant and lover went up to her bare and now erect nipples, gently licking, suckling, nibbling. 

Then more firmly she feels the mighty member sliding gently out of her and the man whispers into her chest, "Say my name." 

Tiffany is breathing heavy but manages to get out. "Who... Who are you?"

But her sentence is cut off by a gasp as the man gently but tenderly slides his swollen member back into her tight virgin womanhood, each centimeter caressing her swollen clit making her whole body quake in ecstasy and desire. Moaning, she starts to say "Who are..." but is cut off by her own moan as his rises to match hers and he gently slides deep into her and then out again, gently and slowly. 

He whispers loudly "You know who. Who do you want it to be?" and increases his speed, plumbing her depths. 

In the darkness the moonlight shines through he window illuminating his powerful form but not his face and illuminating her blood red flushed face as she struggles to think, against the passion and lust exploding moment by moment in her mind. "I... I... Ddoon't kknoooowww..." she manages to moan. Faster, faster, her mind cannot possibly function as this man goes faster, harder, filling her, completing her. As this dark stranger in the night, once her captor, becomes the object of her desire, her passion, her obsession, her God. Faster, faster, faster. Her hips rise to meet his as they come down to fill her and the bed shakes. She moans again and again louder and louder, and his moans rise to match hers. Harder, faster like an inexorable machine he pounds into her and she slams against him each moment like an immense flood of heavenly pleasure running through her body, her veins, her mind and soul. She feels the pressure build in her not slowly like she is used to, but like lightening, like a swelling dam longing to burst and engulf her mind. 

Faster, harder, he growls as she moans, loudly, "TIFFANY!!! SAY MY NAME!" 

She takes the last of her strength and screams as loud as her lungs can, "MMMMAAAASSSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR!!!!! 

And he moans, "YES!! TIFFAANYYY!! YYEESS!!!" 

And the floodgates are released, the heat inside her nether region explodes flooding over them both and he bursts like a geyser with one final thrust and releases her hands and holds her ass in the air where she thrust against him. She arches her back, the orgasm exploding like a flash of white light behind her eyes, her mind losing all control of her body as she screams as loud as she can, piercing, hands pushing her body up, as her back arches further, her breasts standing huge and erect like twin monuments to passion, like ripe and red fruits in the pale moonlight from the window. The orgasm explodes again and again and his cock seems to fill not just her womanhood but her whole body as it erupts deep, pumping her full of the very essence of his manhood, more and more and more, second by second with each second seeming like an eternity. With one final push the ocean erupting from him into her creases and at the same moment one final in estimable explosion of indefinable ecstasy flows through her entire body and they both collapse into each others arms, breathing heavy and yet almost not breathing at all. 

He rolls onto his back and she lays her head on his chest as he holds her close. He strokes her hair as tears of wonder drop from her eyes and he says in a voice full of adoration and exhaustion, "I love you Tiffany." 

And she replies in a soft voice of happiness, "I love you Master." 

As he smiles in return and just strokes her hair and holds her they both drift off to sleep, the sleep of exhaustion, and just before she falls asleep safe warm and protected from all the world in Master's arms she smiles faintly and thinks to herself, "Now I can get some sleep."



Stranger in the Night



I walk into the hotel room that I decided to rent for the night. I'm tired from being out dancing, and decide to turn off all the lights in the room. It's pitch black, just the way I like it. I take off all my clothes, and lie down on the bed. I'm enjoying the total silence of the room, and the thought that I am finally all alone.

I reach down and start to tease my clit with my fingers. I'm really starting to get into it, when all of a sudden a hand grabs my arm and pulls it above my head, and gets cuffed to the bed. Startled, I scream out. A hand is put over my mouth. A voice starts whispering in my ear. It takes me a minute for the words to register, because I am so scared. He is telling me to relax, that everything is going to be OK, to just lie back and enjoy. I strain to try and recognize the voice, but it's slightly muffled, like something is covering their mouth. My other hand is then grabbed and pulled over my head and cuffed. I lay there waiting, wondering what is going to happen next. 

Nothing happens for a minute, and I can't hear any movement, so I lay there just waiting. Then a blind fold is put over my eyes. I can now see a faint glimmer of light, but nothing else. 

Next I feel something silky wrapped around one ankle, and then my leg is pulled out to the side. After a minute of muffled sound, I try to pull my leg slightly, and realize that it has been tied. Then I feel the same silky material being wrapped around my other ankle, and again my leg is pulled out, and after a minute, I am no longer able to move the leg.

My mind is racing. I'm terrified of what is happening, but my body is starting to betray my feelings of fright and get aroused at the thought of being bound, spread eagle on the bed, and I have no idea who is doing this to me.

I lay there for a few minutes, straining to hear anything, any little sound of where he might be, and what he is going to do next. Just as I'm starting to get frantic, thinking that they were going to leave me like this, I feel a hand touch my leg....slight moan escapes my lips betraying my feelings of arousal. He slides his hand up my leg, over my thigh, and then ever to lightly brushes his fingers over my pussy.

Next, he gently slides one finger just inside the lips of my pussy, searching to feel how my body is betraying me, and how hot and wet and aroused I am from all of this, even though I should be terrified. He slowly slides his finger in my pussy, and my body betrays me all the more by rising to meet his finger as it slides all the way in. Little by little he increases the pace of his thrusts, and my body continues to move in rhythm.

Just when I think I can't handle it anymore, the finger is removed. I lay there whimpering, and waiting for something more. All thought of terror gone from my mind...all I can think about is this man, and wanting more of what he is doing to me.

Just then, I feel someone get on the bed between my legs. Just as I thought my curiosity couldn't handle anymore, I felt his hot wet tongue start to probe my pussy. Then his hands were there pulling my lips apart while his tongue danced on my clit. Then he started to insert his finger in and out of my wet pussy again, while his tongue danced in unison with the movements of his finger.

I moan with every thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, my excitement grows, until I can hold back no longer, until I cum like I have never cum before! I am in heaven, and didn't think I would ever come down. My hot juices flow onto the bed, over his tongue and hand.

He then slides his body up mine, slowly sliding his tongue along my body, tickling my flesh as it dances it's way up, making me shiver in delight. When his tongue reaches my breast, he flicks it over my nipple, delighting in it's hardening response. He then takes the bud in his teeth and starts to lightly bite it. I begin to moan in pleasure. After working on that one for a while, he moves the other breast, and continues to do the same as before.

Just then, I feel him brush his hard throbbing cock against the inside of my thigh. I arch my body in response, showing him that I want it in my hot pussy. He presses the tip lightly on the entrance, and holds it there, teasing me with the feel of it just resting there, when he knows that I want it deep inside me.

Just as I thought he was going to deny me this final pleasure, he rams his hard cock in me, and I orgasm just from the sheer excitement, and feel of him.

He begins pumping me with his cock, bringing me orgasm upon orgasm. I thought I would never come down. I could feel that he was almost to the point of release, so I met him at the peak, and we skyrocketed to ecstasy together, both crying out in pleasure.

When we finally came back to reality, he was laying there on top of me...he whispered to me, that he was going to untie me, but that I was to leave the blindfold on. There was something in his voice that commanded obedience, so I shook my head in compliance.

He then untied all my bonds, and helped me to sit up. He pulled me into his arms, and held me. I lay there content in this strangers arms.

He then whispers in my ear, "Do you not know who I am My lil one, My sweet"? And with that I knew exactly who it was, and just laid curled in His, my Masters arms, content until I drifted off to sleep.