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Graciela

By: silkysilhouette



I wake up. My room is darker than I've ever seen it, pitch black with no moonlight slipping in through the drapes. I start to move my hand to search for the candle on the bedside table and find that I can't – my arm doesn't respond. The sensation brings me wide awake and I try moving my legs, panic setting in when I can't shift them and realize I have lost the power of movement. I want to open my mouth to cry out for help but a tightly stretched fabric muffles my lips. Just as the awareness comes that I am not paralyzed but impossibly bound to the bed a velvety, arrogant voice murmurs in my ear, "Don't fight it, cariño, you are trapped without hope." For one second the lights blaze high and through the haze of my lost sleep I glimpse an unknown, baroque room and the coldly intense gaze of the man standing over me. Then the world goes dark as I succumb to a dizzying shock.

I come to, shuddering, but now cannot open my eyes. I feel the velvet texture of a mask across my lids and a whimper escapes through my gag. My mind races with questions – Oh God, where am I? Who was that man? What does he want with me? Before I can imagine the possibilities I feel the stir of a breath at the side of my neck and know I am not alone. Then comes a cultured, evenly paced voice. "Señorita Mendoza, you smell of lavender soap. I can imagine the luxury of your last bath - the deep, copper tub, the hot water sluicing across that honey-colored skin, the fragrance of French soap mingling with the steam... you must have felt very relaxed, never imagining that someone could steal you so easily from that privileged world your parents created for you. But soon you shall understand that you were blind. This world, paloma, holds much more than you could have guessed from inside that sheltered existence. You are here because I have decided to show you what it is to feel alive."

"Graciela, you must understand that you are mine now. That carries with it some restrictions and some privileges. The restrictions: you shall do everything I say or be punished, you shall not leave this place until I am through with you, and, above all, you shall never speak with anyone but me. Now, the privileges: You shall never be permanently harmed. You will surely suffer some extreme sensations in the days to come but under my protection you will never be physically damaged in the course of what we do. Your beauty is much too rare for that. And, above all, you shall enjoy pleasures that few humans ever come to know. Now, I am not accustomed to giving explanations but I am going to remove your gag to allow you one question that you may wish to ask. And please do not beg for mercy or tell me your family can offer a large ransom. My dear, I am not interested."

I am jolted from the near-trance his musical voice had inspired as I feel cool hands brush my skin, slowly undoing the knot at the side of my gag. But what to say? I want to scream for help, rail against his appalling, threatening speech, cry helplessly. Instead I summon my courage and manage to ask, "How long will you keep me prisoner?" My captor makes an amused sound and answers, "If all goes well, for life."

I begin to speak, horrified, but he lays a finger across my lips. "I said only one question, Graciela, and I have warned you that you will be punished if you disobey." I resist the urge to savagely bite his hand and try to still my racing thoughts. My somewhat liberal parents insisted I be well educated, albeit at home, and I have learned that nothing can be accomplished without a rational plan. My terror protests: But the situation in which I find myself is anything but rational! Breathing steadily to calm myself, I force the fear back and concentrate. I am innocent of the world, as he says. I do not understand what he plans to do or why. But if I play along and wait for the right chance perhaps in some moment I can escape.

I am pulled from my desperately hopeful thoughts by the touch of his finger grazing my collarbone. It slides steadily downward to the lacy neck of my nightgown and descends just a bit lower, resting in the valley between my small breasts. I freeze inside, doubtful of his intentions but remembering a whispered story passed among the aristocracy of a young serving girl violated at a party by a foreign ambassador. Is this what they meant by violated?

His voice breaks in, almost casually. "I can read your fear in every line of your body, you know. It tells me that you are completely lost in this situation. Am I right in assuming that you know nothing of what transpires between men and women in the bedroom? Nod yes or no." Foolishly ashamed at my ignorance, terrified of the insinuations of the question, I move my head slightly up and down. "As I suspected. But your innocence is why I want you. I can instruct you in everything from the beginning, mold you to be all that I desire, show you the path to your truest, most passionate self. I am glad that your stifled, unimaginative society taught you nothing at all. They would have gotten it wrong. For instance, can you imagine a young man of your class making you feel this?" He moves the finger in my gown over to my nipple, brushing it lightly as he bends and runs his tongue across my lower lip. I gasp in shock, trying to pull away, and he desists. But worst of all, I feel a rush of sensation deep between my legs although he did not touch me there. What is he doing to me? He laughs briefly, almost tenderly. "I know what you are feeling, Graciela. For now I will not even touch you there to feel your wetness – but I know it has arrived. For the moment you must eat and drink to have strength for the coming day. I am going to unbind your arms and help you sit."

I have no desire of his help but I wish to move my limbs so I will myself to wait quietly as I hear the click of a folding knife blade locked into place and feel the cold steel glide unnervingly over my skin. I note that he takes special care near the bend of my elbows, slowly and deliberately freeing me from the restricting bands of cloth without nicking me once. When he has finished I feel the silky fabric fall away as he slides his hands under my back and raises me to a sitting position. "I have already eaten so I shall feed you now." I feel a cold wetness against my lips and smell ripe melon but I refuse to lower myself to eat his food. I turn my head to one side.

Rapid as lightening his hand has my chin in a vice-like grip. He slowly but steadily forces my face back towards him, saying, "This can be easy or hard, but you will eat. I have no use for a girl too weak to give me pleasure. And don't lie and say you aren't hungry – two days have gone by since I took you from your home." Startled, I begin to speak, "But I don't - " 

"Silence!" He presses the melon to my lips again. "I said no questions. You are not a stupid young woman so don't act like one. If you eat I will do you the favor of explaining a little about your new life here. If you do not you will learn how serious I am about having my way."

I decide it is not worth it to anger him this early and, now that he mentions it, I am starving. I can feel a weakness in my body due not only to my fear but lack of sustenance as well so I part my lips and accept the slice of fruit. When I bite into it the juices burst over my tongue and begin to quench my thirst. I realize I am ravenous for more but after I swallow nothing else is placed to my lips. I sense that he is waiting to see what I will do. 

"May I have some more?" I ask. He says nothing. "May I have more, please?" His hand arrives promptly to my mouth with another piece of melon. "There's the lady of breeding I invited to dine," he says mockingly. "Now we can begin the meal." He feeds me more of the fruit, to my relief never touching my lips with his fingertips, and then begins to spoon-feed me a rich, creamy soup. The flavor is delicious and its warmth gives me strength. Without realizing it I begin to run my tongue over the spoon every time he withdraws it, savoring the sensation in my mouth. Soon he is giving me bits of cold salmon but these I must lift from his palm with my teeth. I hate every instant my lips spend brushing his skin but I know I must take care of my body to be always ready for escape. And it is quite amazing how heightened my senses are – as I am unable to see or freely move, in the silence of the room the tastes and smells of the food come alive for me. And so, when I sense a soft sweetness against my lips, I open my mouth to accept what I imagine is dessert. He slides something inside and as my tongue plays over an exquisite chocolate sauce I realize I am sucking on his finger. 

I pull my head back but he is ready and catches me with one hand on my curls. Locking me into place with his other hand on my face he inserts his finger again and runs it over my tongue. I feel invaded and try to escape but he whispers softly in my ear, his voice like a satin-covered steel vice, "Querida, I can use you as I please. Be glad I am going slowly. Now, you will draw my finger in and out of your mouth as I speak to you, and you shall not stop until I give you the word."

Ashamed, but wanting information, I begin to suckle his finger softly, making a circle of my lips and moving up and down its length. He, in a removed voice, tells me how he drugged me in my sleep, stole me from my home, and brought me to this place which, he claims, is somewhere no one will come searching for a lost duke's daughter. "It was not easy, I assure you. You have been my greatest challenge. But now I have you and I am already enjoying you even more than I thought I might. Your hair glows more brightly in this light, Graciela, and your young breasts are absolutely luscious under that pure white shift. I think even your mouth was made for pleasing a man. Señorita Mendoza, if you could see the way I am looking at you now you would blush profoundly. What you will learn is that you should relish being viewed as a sensual, fiery creature." With that he draws his finger languidly from my mouth, tracing the shape of my lips with the wet tip.

I hear him stand and pace about the room. I follow the sounds closely, trying to track his movement. I can sense I am in the middle of an open space and he circles me. But it is again a surprise when I suddenly feel his hands lifting my hair and his lips running across the back of my neck. Again I suffer a warm tingling in my loins but this time I do not pull away – I know he will only force me to his will if I resist.

"Ah, you begin to understand the game. I am your master now, and you live to please me. Although I admit I will profoundly enjoy punishing you when you do resist, or whenever I feel the simple urge to see you utterly subject to my will. There will come a point, Graciela, when you will crave my punishments as another way to feel alive. Now, we must prepare you for company."

With those words he shoves me down on the table, holding one wrist above my head while he ties the other to a corner of the bed. Alarmed, I cry out, "What do you mean? What will they do to me?" His response is a stinging slap to the face followed by the placement of my other wrist. Beginning to panic I implore him, "Please, señor, I am not ready. What will happen to me?" Working to replace the bonds that cover my entire leg with a restraint just at the ankle he pauses to move to the head of the bed. He strokes my hair tenderly as I writhe in a futile attempt to free myself and says, "Be easy, mi amor, I never break beautiful women completely until they are ready. This is just an introduction to some of my friends. You must let yourself be carried by the current, it is entirely out of your hands." Returning to his work he frees me from the old silk pressure bonds and leaves me with my limbs spread to the four corners of the bed. It is still impossible to move my body except for a little motion in my hips and while I am experimenting with this slight new liberty I feel his hands again at the neckline of my nightgown. "It is time to reveal you completely, Graciela. I want to see what a glorious woman I have acquired." He begins to unbutton the pearl clasps that run from my chest down to my ankles and, as he undoes each one, he kisses the skin directly underneath. I start to cry. Ignoring my tears, he moves leisurely between my breasts, across my abdomen, and down, down, to my pubis. When he kisses me there he lingers and murmurs against my flesh, "You are perfect, hermosa, you fascinate me. You tremble with fear and cry with shame yet your body betrays you with this sweet moisture. I cannot wait to begin your lessons."

He moves on, down my legs until the gown is completely parted and he pulls it away, focusing new attention on kissing and licking each of my toes. I continue crying, horrified that he is touching me so intimately, terrified of how my body responds, and wanting more than anything to be back in my room, safe and pure again. Am I a whore now? A door opens and I start against my bonds, hearing the laughter and heavy footsteps of many men.

My captor leaves me, walking to the door and welcoming the newcomers. No one mentions me at first, as if I were not naked and chained in the middle of the room. But soon I feel a strong hand massaging my breast, another sneaking between my legs to stroke the hair there. I breathe shallowly and swiftly, beyond crying now, and willing them all dead and gone. They comment in different accents about my hair, my face, my tiny waist, calling me an angel and a temptress and a hundred things I never want to be for them. And then, all at once, they leave me and that velvety voice is speaking.

"Gentlemen, as you know, I called you here today because I wish to offer my latest prize for your inspection. She has already convinced me that she is a unique jewel and I shall take the time necessary to make her shine brilliantly. But although I am not ready to share her completely, I invite you to aid me in this early lesson of her instruction – her first orgasm."

I twist and turn fretfully on the bed as I hear him walk closer. I do not know what an orgasm is but when I feel his hands upon my thighs and his breath near my loins I know I will learn soon. Suddenly he is kissing me again, kissing the place between my legs and I am overwhelmed and lost. He flicks his tongue over a little bud I had not known I possessed, a place from which sensations explode and travel through my entire body. He suckles me there and I flood with a hot wetness that he begins to search out, dipping his tongue inside me over and over until I feel faint. I begin to desire, completely against my will, something large inside me. I feel empty and want to be filled. I forget about anything beyond that intense probing in my woman's center. I am going insane, his tongue sweeps over that impossible bud again and I need more, I lift my pelvis closer to his face, silently, helplessly begging for more. At this the audience cheers but I am almost beyond hearing. Footsteps approach and I only know that I moan for the first time as fingers begin to play roughly with my nipples, pulling and twisting them in time with the strokes of my captor's tongue. Then someone else is sucking my toes, another my fingers... someone is nibbling my earlobe and another kisses my neck. Then I feel a finger insistently pushing into me and I tense, terrified, but suddenly it is past, inside, and I am floating and falling and rising and that finger circles within me. It leads me high to a mountaintop from which I fling myself and as all the mouths and hands stimulate and guide me I shudder and cry out with release and pleasure and as they withdraw I sink into the blessed peace of oblivion.

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I gaze down at my protégée and note that, even after this ordeal, in sleep her face is tranquil and at peace. So much about her is still childish, but she verges on the edge of a womanhood I will share completely with her. And what a magnificent woman she will make...

I bring myself back from the idle reverie to move among my guests, thanking them and exchanging promises of future exhibitions. My acquaintances all move within the same circle – all keep women for pleasure, hidden from every world but this one, in which sensuality reigns as king. These men are all powerful, all rich, but range from extreme to extreme in age and taste and motivation. I know that some have no patience for seduction, preferring to use their captives as unwilling sex slaves. Some excite themselves coupling with stolen maidservants and dancing girls to whom formal public life restricts their access. Almost all take women for short periods of time, never revealing their identities so they can later return their captives to the outside world and search out fresh conquests.

For all these reasons and more, I will never leave my Graciela in their hands. Many of them exchange women from time to time, relishing the novelty of new flesh moving beneath their bodies. But I crave something more passionate, more sublime. After years of searching I believe I have at last found a woman who can enchant me for life, who with time will come to adore the secret life of pleasure I embrace as much as I but who can also be my intellectual match, a partner for my soul. This certainty began when I saw her dance.

Señorita Mendoza and I move in the same social circle, although she will never guess it unless I tell her the truth. She has only seen me twice, once when she was a mere child and again at a recital for young ladies of society. Surely she does not remember me, but I have learned her by heart. When she was a girl of eight I found her charming and quite quick, inventing games of chance and skill for her little playmates. Her full, red lips and mahogany curls gave the promise of a ravishing natural beauty still to blossom. But I was entirely unprepared to find her again at sixteen, posed on the stage in a flood of red and amber lights. She held the opening position of the flamenco to perfection, a glorious tension trembling in her long, graceful neck and the artful attitude of her long-fingered hands. I devoured her with my eyes. She wore a traditional costume, crimson fabric clinging to her supple young frame and accents of flashing gold highlighting the rich coloring of her skin and hair. The lights focused and gleamed, the music leaped into motion, and Graciela began to dance. 

The other debutantes of the evening had selected serene, composed numbers such as a subtle ballet or a local harvest folkdance, but not my darling. Blessed with forward-thinking parents she, although quite innocent of the sexual overtones, grasped something of the power and fervor of livelier dance and had been permitted to showcase her knowledge. She was ravishing. She bent and swirled, leapt and rose high, clapped her hands to the music and caught all of her audience up with a captivating, ardent sweep of her eyes. She allowed no room for escape, she demanded the respect and awe the ancient dance deserved, and, when she finished in a blaze of whirling skirts and caught breath, I was entirely convinced that she could come to understand and adopt a life of overwhelming passion as could no other woman on earth.

But, back to the present... now I have her here, and as my guests file out, whispering amongst themselves of her grace and beauty, I move to stand by her bed and let my vision play over her body. She is divine. Her small, high-arched feet and strong, rounded calves lead up to long thighs and a patch of soft, cinnamon-colored curls. From feet away I can smell the natural scent of roses, vanilla, and musk that curls up from her unblemished skin. Her waist is petite but curves down across the flat plain of her stomach into well-molded, sensuous hips and, moving upward, yields to the small mounds of her adolescent breasts and the slightly muscled curve of her arms. Her face makes me catch my breath, her striking features exotically marked by the mixed Spanish-Turkish heritage to which her father does not admit. Her curls fall back in unruly profusion from her high brow and, though they are closed now, I know her eyes to be of a startling aquamarine. I have seen her smile many times now, though never for me, and I know that when she does her face transforms into something ethereal, her love for the world beaming out.


Graciela



My work takes me to a non-profit where non-cash benefits abound.

John, a good friend from college, was working in DC for a non-profit organization. They had an impressive board of directors and what they considered a noble cause, but the Director and her management staff knew vaguely that they could do better. They had a crew of interested and dedicated workers, mostly young university graduates drawn to causes and still undecided on their futures, but as their organization grew, they realized they needed more than enthusiasm to get to the next level.

That's where I came in. John contacted me in the hope of contracting my services to improve their organization, and he wasn't shy about asking whether I'd consider lowering my rate so they could afford me. I chuckled at this, and couldn't help but give him a little ribbing about it. It seems in these situations not a little ironic that the mega-rich didn't mind buying the glamour and influence of a board position on prestigious organizations, but they expected everyone else to sacrifice. John didn't see the humor of it though, and I eventually agreed partly because I figured the change of pace to a non-profit would be interesting.

In the interest of further reducing expenses, I also agreed to stay at John's house, a huge old 3 story not that far from K Street that he and 5 other fellows shared. It was an interesting arrangement since they all worked at the same organization. Talk about dedication to the work; these guys never got away from each other. It worked out well for me though, since they had a spare bedroom in a beautiful, old rambling house, and I was there only to work anyway.

It turned out their vague suspicions were correct. Their fundraising was atrocious by any even middling marketing standard and their use of technology and administrative process was downright scary. In private enterprise, I doubted whether their records would pass an audit even while it failed so miserably to give them an effective and measurable impact or ROI. Their organization was also hugely inefficient, principally relying on dedicated volunteers for their hiring strategy as opposed to recruiting specialized marketing and accounting talent to fill at least key positions.

Over the course of a few weeks, I made several propositions to the Board, to which they eventually enthusiastically agreed. It was little wonder since I was basically telling them I could increase their donations by approximately $10m a year while increasing expenses perhaps $150,000. Their only hesitancy was that it sounded too good to be true, and it required a number of presentations and private discussions in order for them to warm to my ideas, and assure them that I was not in fact going to do anything special or unique as much as I was going to bring them up to speed on modern management practice.

With Board approval in hand, I made arrangements with a real estate firm to take care of my house, and prepared to move to DC with John for a couple months while we got down to execution. As is my practice, I worked every day for the first 20 days. The immersion gives me a good solid jump on any project, and helps me understand the lay of the land. It also tends to have the effect of not only displaying my engagement, but measuring that of others as well; either jump in and help, or get out of the way. Since balance is ultimately required in anyone's life to be effective, my habit was also then to back off and manage progress in a more traditional manner before fatigue set in and I performed at less than optimum.

The 21st day was a Friday and a number of the office staff, knowing of my plan to relax, suggested we all hit the town for a big dinner and then move to a dance club for the evening. It sounded fantastic to me. We ate Italian (is that a surprise?) and I felt a sense of accomplishment and relaxation to have negotiated the first stage in my plan.

The next thing I knew we were inside a huge dance hall with two capable bars on either side of the room, complete with an outdoor arboretum at the opposite end of the entrance. I'm not a dancer, but they did have Crown Royal, and they did know how to serve it. I was feeling good about my work, had completed a stage of the project, and I was surrounded by dedicated, enthusiastic team members while I drank my favorite whiskey. The evening seemed perfect, and I smiled to myself. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was about to get even better.

My first realization that the bar was a little different occurred during my first trip to the washroom. Inside, I found four or five girls in dresses clustered around several mirrors. My first thought was that I'd walked into the wrong washroom by mistake, and I mumbled an "Excuse me" and backed out the door.

But no; it was clearly marked 'Men' on the door, and there was the 'Women' door just down the hall. I re-entered, this time to a small chorus of tittering. The four girls were all Spanish, with flashing eyes and dark gleaming hair, all slight and open and laughing, clearly at me. One of them stopped snickering long enough to say, "Ah, a real man. We don't see too many big guys like you here." And she waved her hand at me.

I just smiled, said "Excuse me," again and headed to the stall to do my business. They all stopped primping in front of the mirror and parted when I approached the sinks to wash my hands. Four sets of eyes were on me, along with silent smiles and little giggles. One of the girls gave me some paper towels, and I dried my hands, and offered her a "thank you," and slight bow, and left.

As I walked to the door, I heard a voice say, "You're welcome to my help anytime," which of course started the giggling all over again.

As I walked back to the bar I noticed many couples of the same sex, both male and female, as well as what on closer inspection were quite a few transsexuals, although given how beautiful most of them are, it is impossible to tell.

As I reclaimed my drink and stool at the bar, I noticed another gaggle of Latina girls had claimed the stools around a bar table next to us. While two of them were obviously transvestites, it was impossible to determine the sexes of the others given my experience in the washroom. Who cares, I thought? They were obviously celebrating the end of the week, as we were, and enjoying the beautiful early fall weather. It was satisfying to hear them laugh and it lent to the carefree ambiance that I was feeling.

One in particular seemed extraordinarily attractive to me. She was a slender yet curvy 5'5" in height, with smooth, dark copper skin that set off her midnight black hair. It was cut in a layered style that spread out as it reached her shoulders, emphasizing its rich thickness and curl. Her eyebrows were black and thick, framing her flashing black eyes and engaging white smile.

She was impeccably dressed. She wore a white dress frilled at the hem about 3" above the knee, striped in patterns of turquoise. Her ear rings were large turquoise circles with white trim, and her stockings were also turquoise, along with turquoise leather high heels. Her necklace, lipstick and fingernails were a deep burnished red. She was magnificent, and her unrestrained laughter and smiling face made her doubly attractive. I couldn't resist taking frequent glances her way. Luckily they were quite close and since they were a little rambunctious from time to time, my glances were not out of the ordinary. Certainly I didn't wish to appear to be ogling them or engender their self-consciousness.

As it turned out one of John's colleagues had been clearer about his intentions, for he and one of the transvestites chatted for a few minutes and then went off to dance. It wasn't long before two more in our group had taken the cue and were dancing with two of the girls as well. That left the beautiful girl I had noticed, and one of her friends. It also left John and me. John was in a solid yet unusual relationship with his girlfriend, who although wasn't physically there that evening, was most definitely there in mind. 

I had no such relationship issues, and as the girls glanced our way, I looked squarely at the beauty and asked her, "You do not like to dance? I noticed you turned down my colleague."

She smiled at me, flashing her beautiful white teeth, and replied, "I was waiting for the big gringo to overcome his shyness despite his obvious interest." 

I smiled a little as well, and looked around me in an expression of mock confusion. "Who, me?"

She laughed and dismissed me with a flash of her hand. "Are you always silly?" 

"Only when I am flummoxed by a beautiful girl."

"Flummoxed?" And she laughed even harder, bending over the table a little before taking a sip of her drink. "I do not believe I have ever heard the word 'flummoxed' mentioned in the same sentence with me."

"Perhaps 'impressed' or 'taken' would have been a better word," I managed, "although my natural shyness with beautiful girls brought 'flummoxed' to mind." I smiled as I stared into her playful, flashing eyes. "Would you care to honor me with a dance?"

"I don't believe you have ever been shy in your life. And I'd be happy to dance with you, as long as you are not too flummoxed to move your feet," she teased, rising from her stool and taking the hand I offered. I followed her out into the middle of the dance floor. No sideline participation for her!

The song was a Spanish one, with melodic guitars and horns, sung by a South American crooner. I felt lucky since I do better with slower rhythms than dance beats. I'm the stereotypical white guy where dancing is concerned. I took her hand and her waist and we began. She smelled like jasmine and vanilla at the same time, and the fresh smell of her hair excited my nostrils. She had a certain grace that only thousands of hours of dancing can produce. 

We danced quite formally, although with all the people on the dance floor, and the inevitable movement, it was hardly possible for her not to notice the effect she was having on me below the belt as she brushed against me from time to time and my straining cock made contact with her belly button. I smiled sheepishly, but she was not offended in any way. In fact, she seemed flattered, and smiled knowingly and naughtily at me as we twirled slowly across the floor. We both knew what we were smiling about and there wasn't any need to comment.

"My name is Jim. What is yours?" I asked as we adjusted ourselves to the pressing crowd.

"Graciela." She looked up into my eyes.

"What a beautiful name," I observed. "Helpful and pleasing, right?"

"Do you know Spanish?" she asked.

"Some. I'm afraid I'm terrible at languages, but I spent some time in South America and couldn't help pick up at least part of the language."

"Well, that's better than most big white lugs like you," she teased.

"Are you always teasing?" I asked her.

"Only when I'm impressed by a big strong handsome man like you," returning my line to me before quickly twirling in my hands and coming back into my arms.

She came closer and I bent my ear to her pretty mouth so as to hear her over the music. "So you work for Nxxxxx now?"

Surprised that she had somehow guessed our group's work arrangements, I responded without thinking, "No I don't. I am contracting my services to them for a few months. How did you know of our organization, if you don't mind me asking?"

She flashed her eyes again. "Didn't John tell you? I worked there for a time. I knew all those guys at your table, except you. I took another position in a Senator's office about a year ago." 

I nodded with understanding. It is a small world after all. We finished our dance, smiling into each other's eyes, and she led me off the floor to gain some refreshment. Her fashionable late summer dress switched on her hips and bottom, her turquoise stockings accentuated her sexy legs, and my cock yearned in my pants.

When we returned to the table, John was paying the check and preparing for his departure. He looked up and explained, "My girlfriend is just getting off work, and I said I'd meet her at her apartment. The rest of the guys are still out dancing. I assume you want to stay for a few more drinks, but I'd be more than happy to drive you back to the house if you wish. I'm gonna stay over at Sue's place tonight."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm sure I can find my own way," I answered. "You didn't mention you knew Graciela," I half teased.

John looked at Graciela, standing beside me, her hand in mine, and responded rather sheepishly, "Her hair was much shorter then, and for a time I wasn't exactly sure it was her." 

I took his answer at its face value, and nodded in understanding. "Say 'hi' to Sue for me."

"Say 'hi' for me too, John," Graciela offered. "As I recall, you were just starting to go out with her when I left. In fact, I think I introduced you two."

"You did at that. Maybe we can get together this weekend if you want to. Sue said something about a barbeque."

"That's kind of you. Do you still have the same number? If not, I'll get it from Jim."

"Yeah, I do. Or just call Sue and tell her you're inviting yourself. She'll be happy to hear from you." He turned to me and said, "Jim, it's an incredible start you've made these first three weeks. I can't say how much of a difference you're already making. It looks like asking you to help with 'Nxxxx' is going to make me look like a hero. I'll see you sometime this weekend if you decide to come to the BBQ." And with that he turned and made his way to the door.

"Now what makes me think I didn't hear the whole story there?" I wondered out loud.

Graciela looked at me and then appeared to make up her mind about something. "Just as I was deciding to move to the Senator's job, John and I were thinking of a fling, but it never happened. Part of it was because as soon as he met Sue and her big tits, he forgot all about me." She giggled a little.

"I find that hard to believe. But John always was a tit man. Me, I'm a sucker for pretty bottoms and flashing copper skin." I didn't giggle (what guy does?), but my smile conveyed the same idea.

"Something tells me I'm glad I didn't fall for temptation back then, especially since I didn't think a fling with John was a good idea anyway. Besides, I'm a sucker for big strong older men." We sat close together and ordered another drink, her dark eyes flashing at me while I drank her perfume and felt her hair on my shoulder whenever she turned her head. 

She placed her hand on my arm as the waiter brought the fresh drinks. I had my Crown on the rocks, and she had ordered a martini. The olive immediately disappeared.

"To meeting new friends," I toasted as I raised my glass.

"I agree," she said, and then with her little hand she pulled my head down and gave me a kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and yielding. The word 'pleasing' came to mind. Oh Graciela. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

"Tell me what you are doing for Nxxxx, Jim. That is, if you won't be telling secrets." 

"I'm just updating their systems and bringing them into the 21st century," I answered. "I'm putting a new accounting and marketing structure in place, updating their computer system and databases, and setting up a group to begin a more formalized donor relations program. I'm trying to hire a Marketing Manager and a certified accountant to act as a formal Controller so they don't stray after I leave."

"Is that all?" she laughed. "I knew we were all running around like chickens there, but I didn't think they would ever fix it. How did John ever find a guy like you?"

"We were friends in college. He knew about my little firm."

"Fantastic," she breathed, as I kissed her again. This time it was a little longer, and my heart raced ahead of the music in the background. I touched her lips with my tongue, and her mouth opened as I traced her full lips before pulling away. She looked up at me, her face and skin so beautiful and smooth in the soft glow of the bar.

She ran her hand through my hair. "Were you a Marine?"

"That's a question I get a lot. No, I never joined that brave group. I just like my hair this short during the summer. In the winter I sometimes let it grow a little longer, but it's so curly it gets out of hand."

"I like it. It looks so manly on you. But you must scare some people."

"Well, I hope not," I laughed.

"You don't scare me," she whispered as we kissed again. One little hand drifted to my thigh as I took her lips and she sucked on my tongue as I drank in the sweetness of her mouth and her martini. 

We stayed for another hour talking and exploring each other's lives. She had been born in Puerto Rico but come to DC as a child when her father accepted a transfer with the valve company where he was employed. There's a lot of manufacturing in Puerto Rico, partly because of the reputation the island has for its hard working culture. Graciela was proud of her father, but I could tell she was especially proud of her 'sexy' and devoted mother. Who could argue with the double whammy of successfully transferring her genes while nurturing Graciela's intoxicating personality?

I had fallen in lust early in the evening. Now I was intrigued by this vivacious, care-free girl.

The other six in our enjoined parties had paired off, and they were interested in making a long night of it dancing until dawn. My interest was of a more personal nature.

"I don't have my car here, but may I take you for a coffee?" I asked her.

"I have a car. Why don't we stop off and get a nightcap, and then I'll take you home?"

"That's delightful. But why don't I just buy something at the bar, and then we won't have to stop?" She obviously thought that idea deserved another kiss, even though they were coming quite frequently anyway. I thought it was a good idea as well, although the reward was even better.

"I like the way you think. But I have a better one. Why don't you buy something at the bar, and we'll drop off at my place since it's closer than John's big old house, because I have my own drinks there already." I thought that idea definitely deserved another kiss. So did Graciela.

I made my arrangements with the bartender and cleaned up the bill for the group while Graciela told our group we were leaving. We headed out to her Camry and at the door I pulled her into my arms and tasted her sweet sexy lips one more time. My cock snaked into her belly and she rubbed against it. Further down, I felt a protuberance as well.

"So now you know," she whispered as we finally broke our embrace a couple minutes later.

"It makes you even sexier, you pretty girl." And I meant every word.

We drove back to her apartment mostly in silence, my eyes on her face most of the way, while she flashed her dark eyes at me in a sexy smile whenever she could afford to spare her attention from the road. Her scent filled the small vehicle, and I couldn't help but run my hand through her thick, curly hair. 

"You're making me crazy," she said as we slid into her parking spot.

"I'm happy to hear that. I hope to drive you completely insane quite soon."

"I'd follow you anywhere Jim." And we kissed again while we sat in the dark. She grabbed my cock which was doing its best to rip through my pants leg, and I drank from her sweet mouth.

We finally made it into her apartment without making a mess. Graciela turned and directed me to the kitchen. "I'm going to go freshen up and put on something more comfortable. Why don't you fix us some drinks? I'll have another martini." And she turned and walked down the short hallway towards her bedroom. I watched her every step just to make sure she was ok (gentle reader, if you believe that, you're an idiot). Mostly I watched every step to see her in that beautiful dress, and that beautiful body inside that beautiful dress. My mouth was dry and I was filling with need.




Graciela



I found some Stoly's in the cupboard along with half a bottle of Vermouth, and a jar of olives and half a lemon in the fridge. I took a swig of my favorite vodka, then poured a couple ounces in a glass for her, a splash of Vermouth, twisted the lemon over the drink, and dropped in the olive. A little stir and there you go. Some Crown and ice was all I needed.

I brought the two drinks into the living room and set them on the coffee table, and looked around the room. The couch and chairs were white, the rug multi-colored, and the walls were a pale turquoise, just lighter than her dress and stockings. The color lightened and expanded the room. Her style was not quite modern, but definitely not traditional; arty and feminine. She had impressionist prints on the wall. I liked that, partly because I can't think of an artist since then that I can stomach. I'm definitely not a post-modernist.

I turned as she walked back into the room. Wow. She had refreshed her make-up and deepened her lipstick, and applied a light turquoise eye shadow. She'd replaced the dress with a gossamer hip length white baby-doll that frilled at the hem and accentuated her legs and hips. It clasped with one button under her white bra, flaring out to reveal her beautiful copper skin and belly button. Her deep red necklace now draped to her belly. The matching white bikini panties hinted at the clit-cock she hid there, and a white garter held up her turquoise stockings. Her turquoise heels made her look divine. I wanted to drink her up and eat every inch of her.

"I appear to have died and went to Puerto Rico heaven," I whispered.

"No more silly comments?" she teased.

"Silliness has fled my head." It was all I could think to say.

"Perhaps a drink will help." And she walked to the coffee table where I retrieved her drink for her.

She took a sip and moaned. "You should teach that bartender how to make a martini."

"It's not difficult with Stoly's."

"I doubt anything is difficult for you."

"I can't remember wanting anyone as much as I want you right now, you beautiful little pussy."

"Oh Jim, you're giving me goose bumps."

I set down our drinks after taking a gulp of my Crown, and took her in my arms. Her hands went around my head and neck and my mouth and lips and tongue found hers and I began to devour the beautiful pussy boy that I already was thinking of as mine.

We kissed for quite some time, allowing the fires to bank ever higher. My hands explored her hair, her slender back, and cupped her flaring bottom and delved into her inviting cleft. She purred all the while as she sucked on my tongue.

"You're going to be mine," I whispered into her mouth.

"I'm already yours," she whispered back. "Let's get you out of those clothes. I want to see those shoulders and your huge body." She began unbuttoning my shirt as I undid my belt and dropped my pants, freeing my petulant cock who no doubt felt frustrated for having been denied his freedom for far too long.

Naked at last, Graciela gave me a good look all over. "What beautiful strong mature man you are." And she began kissing my neck and my chest and nipples, while her hands went to my angry cock.

"Oh my God, Jim," she breathed, sliding down to her knees. She looked at my cock head while she held my shaft, and then began kissing its purple head before taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue on the underside rib. She was shaking just a little, and when I looked down between us, I saw her own panties tented out in a provocative angle.

Her tiny hands took hold of the back of my thighs and she began to bob on my cock as she became more excited. She stopped to lick my balls, but had no patience for that before sucking my head back into her delicious mouth. My cock thought that was a better idea as well.

I ran my hands through her hair and my pent up energy would not allow me to enjoy her laving. I had been pent up all evening, and I wanted her.

"I've got to have you now," I growled, and lifted her up and kissed her again, her mouth wet and searching, and then turned her towards the couch. I pulled down her panties, and bent her onto the couch, her hands on the back and her knees on the seat. She spread them readily, her crack opening as she shook her round bottom while she looked over her shoulder at me with what I can only describe as an almost fervent anticipation and joy.

I looked down to behold her feminine glory. Her crack was dainty and deep at the same time, and she had already lubed her beautiful pussy ass. It was nestled into her open cleft within a small nest of downy black hair which extended from her ass mouth down through her perineum to frame her sac. Her pretty purse and clit-clock were two shades darker than her skin, and her head had poked out from her foreskin, fully aroused and ready for her man to mount her. My mouth became wet with need. I bent down behind her and began licking up and down her crack, her pussy hairs tickling my tongue and cheeks.

"Oh Jim. Oh Jim. Eat me you darling." She backed her delicious bottom onto my face and I licked and sucked her for a few minutes.

But still I could not wait. I stood up and brought my cock to her cleft where I rubbed my head up and down her sexy ass a few times before guiding it to his new pussy mouth.

"Oh Jim. Oh Jim. Fuck me with your big cock." She opened her cheeks with her hands, and I wedged my head into her bottom mouth. She arched her back even more strenuously and moaned as I popped inside. Beyond all reason, I stopped to give us time to adjust. I reached down below her belly and felt her pretty cock hard and stiff, and rolled her foreskin back and forth as I slowly jacked it.

"Oooooooo. Ooooh Jim. Fuck me while I cum." And she moved her ass back further onto my cock and I slowly entered her, pausing now and then until her cheeks were against my belly and my searching cock was deep within her bowels. She was hot and wet and ribbed, and she squeezed me with her luscious ass, her feminine smell filling my senses and arousing me beyond sanity.

I jacked her pretty cock over and over as I began slowly plunging in and out of her glorious ass sheath. In no time at all she was cumming, spewing her juice over my hand and her belly and couch as I fucked her boy pussy with increasing energy. She was one in a million to me, and my blood was boiling and I was picking up steam and vigor.

She grabbed my hand from her cock-let and licked up her juice while we fucked, and I cleaned her belly with my fingers and drank it myself before allowing her to have the rest. Then she turned her head and sucked on my tongue while I fucked her from behind. Her squeezing became more insistent and inevitable, and I felt the coming surge there was no way to stop.

Graciela sensed my impending cum also, popped off my cock, twirled around to sit on the couch, and drank from my cock as I spewed my juice into her suckling mouth. Oh, my pleasing, loving Graciela! She took it all without missing a drop, and my cock stayed hard and strong and ready for her.

I sat on the couch, and she quickly positioned herself over my rampant cock, bringing her pretty pussy ass down to re-sheath me in her heavenly ass mouth again. I sat almost still while she moved up and down my cock with her legs, milking my cock with nurturing warmth. Her pretty cock head had retreated inside its foreskin, flopping daintily back and forth as she rode up and down on my heavy cock. She was smiling and ready and wanting, and I was more than happy to give everything I had, searching with my thighs and back to enter as far into her sheath as possible on her down stroke.

She inevitably tired as she rode my cock, and I slid off the couch, still embedded in her saucy ass, and turned her to rest with her hips on the couch. At this angle, with her stockinged legs back, her ass pussy in the air, and me on my knees, she provided just the right angle for a sweet and lugubrious fucking which I immediately set about performing.

Her little white bra was stretching, and I pulled it down her waist as I fucked her, sucking on her dark berry nipples. Her head began to thrash from side to side and she took up a low moaning sound as I slapped her ass with my thighs in rhythm with my cock's advances. It felt like I was making further inroads into her pretty ass sheath with every assault. I certainly wanted to. My cock was hungry and searching for everything from her.

"Oh, right there, Jim. Oh my God." And with that a stream of lady-boy juice poured from her clit-cock and covered her body. The sight of her anal prostate induced orgasm threw me into a fit, and I devoured her mouth as she continued to pour her juice, my thrusts becoming shorter and deeper and more insistent than ever before. I felt the need to bury my cock in her pretty boy pussy.

"Let me drink your cum again Jim. I need it." She was moaning again, and her head was moving back and forth again. I was licking her face with long, slow hungry licks while I fucked her, barely moving out of her before rutting back in. Her legs were almost behind her head by now, and my hands were prying and massaging her ass cheeks with an autonomous urgency.

With a final push on my part, along with her rhythmic squeezing, I allowed two large threads of cum into her pussy ass before pulling out and offering her my cock. She immediately inhaled me, nursing on my cock like a starving child, drinking and sucking and laving until she had taken every drop.

She looked up at me with a broad smile on her face. "Oh Jim. My darling Jim. I have never been fucked like that before. Take me all the time."

"I mean to do just that my sexy pussy boy. I want you near me whenever your career allows."

"Oooo Jim. Yes. Let me take care of you and drink you every day." I kissed her, and we lay together on the couch for a few moments.

"Unless you can think of a great reason to forestall me, I'm going to move in here with you while I work here in DC. That way I can take you all the time." 

She kissed me again, and sucked my tongue. "I want everything you will give me you big strong man. Everything. My boy pussy is ready for your cock whenever you want it. I'll suck you even when you're not hard if you'll let me, and I'll drink everything you offer." I didn't know until later how much she meant it.

I pulled her up and we took a quick shower to rinse the sweat from our bodies, finished our drinks while cuddling on the couch, Graciela holding my cock every moment, intermittently kissing my arms and my chest and my neck.

I took her to my new bed and crawled over onto my side. Immediately she backed into a spoon position under me, and my cock came up and she had already lubed after the shower, and she fed my cock deep into her beautiful hairy bottom hole. She turned so we could kiss as I slowly fucked her again, this time with a more caring, loving pace. The pace was smooth and excruciatingly steady and meant to be ultimately maddening and inevitable. Our rhythm remained perfect and natural as her clutching, precious hairy pussy ass received my persistent, perseverant, piston-like cock. She moaned into my mouth as the moments turned into minutes and our incessant pace remained sure and steady and beautiful and predictable; our metronome fucking exacted a toll on the both of us, driving us to a desperate and impending release. I licked her face to feel her smooth skin, eyes and mouth while I pulled her nipples and she sprayed her girly cum on the sheets. I stopped our fucking and licked her juice from the bed. I wanted no other males to smell her. She was mine.

Then I lay on the bed and she again spooned me, clutching my cock in her sheath with even more desperate zeal as we fucked on into the night. I began muttering sweet nothings into her face and ears as we kissed and fucked, and she returned my jabbering by whispering, "There, there," and "Yes, yes my love, whenever you want me. Spray your juice in me." We slowly fucked on, our rhythm never really varying, my mind filled with images of her sexy face and body and her beautiful hairy bottom mouth sucking on my cock. Eventually it became time for her to drink me again. She came back up into my arms and I retained just enough hardness for her to nurse my cock back inside her boy pussy before we drifted off to sleep.

I slept like the dead for several hours, waking like in a dream to an insistent pressure on my cock as her loving cheeks squeezed and massaged by cock head. She appeared to be dreaming as well. A thrill ran up my spine and my cock re-hardened, strong and good and long and ready for her ass pussy. I pulled out of her, turned her on her back, spread her legs, and re-entered her luscious bottom pussy. My kisses and my entrance into her tunnel woke her, and she immediately returned my kisses, wrapping her legs around my waist and moving her boy pussy in rhythm with my thrusts. She was so hot and wet and tight and pleasing. My Graciela. I wanted her. This time was hard and fast and deep while I held her tight and lifted her off the bed, my hands under her shoulders and her bottom while she hung onto me with her arms and legs, my weight balanced on my knees and elbows, our bodies joined tightly from my cock and her ass sheath to our searching tongues and mouths.

I sprayed her again in her tube before she could get to my cock and nurse my juice. We took up a sixty-nine position for almost an hour. I buried my nose and mouth and lips and tongue in her bottom, and licked and sucked and drank from her sac and clit-cock as she sprayed prettily into my mouth. She could never get enough of my cock, and she coaxed it back to health with a patient lovingness and caring hunger that relieved me of all sense of duty or responsibility to perform, bringing me to hardness all the quicker. She adored my cock with an undemanding wantonness, sucking me down her throat with tender, merciful, empathetic insistence. Eventually I just had to fuck her again and she greedily drank me for the fourth time that evening with a sense of growing propriety. She was establishing her place between my legs, nursing and protecting my cock and sucking her man; a willing, pleasing vessel in return for the sustenance of my man juice. We finally slept until morning. Graciela had cum at least 6 times, and I couldn't bear the thought of being far from my little sissy boy pussy for very long even then.



Graciela



But I must think of my responsibilities. I have in my hands a most precious young woman, completely pure as no other I have encountered. She may dance with the skill of a worldlier woman but the truth is she casts her spell with no arts, only her natural inner glow. She knows not of physical love, of seduction, of lust... and I have the honor and the immense weight upon me to show her my entire private world without tarnishing the poise and spontaneity she had in the one she used to know. I will be hard with her - it is how I enjoy women - but I must also show her that I do it for her own growth and bliss as well. Let the next lesson begin!

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I wake slowly, as if emerging from a spell. Where am I? And then my whole body focuses on an insistent pulsing in my breasts, caused by the powerful fingers kneading my flesh and rolling my nipples between their tips. I inhale sharply in distress, the whole scene playing back before my eyes... they used me, all of them, and I did not resist! And now my captor tortures me still, speaking in a soothing voice as if to calm me, "Cariño, we are alone now. Try to relax, I shall massage your entire body so no stress remains. I want you tender and renewed for our next lesson. "

Our next lesson! It is too much. He may punish me, but I cannot respect myself if I continue to let him abuse me without even a word against him. As I ponder what to say, how to best revolt, I realize that he has untied my ankles to better massage my calves and thighs. Instantly I lift my legs high and begin to kick. Blows land on his torso and head before he grabs my ankles and slams my feet firmly against the bed. "Mistake, Graciela," is all he says before I hear the slash of a knife through cloth and my wrists are free but I am not as he turns me over and presses me forcefully to the bed. I feel the weight of his body as he climbs over me, straddling my legs with his thighs and holding both my wrists prisoner with one large hand. I hate having him this close to me but as my pulse races in fear I feel again the rush of moisture between my legs... damn my treacherous body! I do not know what this sensation means but it makes it harder to resist him. And resist I must for now he begins to strike my buttocks, hammering blows on both sides that cause me to cry out in real pain. I try to struggle but his weight holds me captive as he continues castigating me and then I go stiff, horrified as the blows cease and I feel one finger press down upon my anus. What will he do to me? I have no idea what he wants, but he insistently strokes and rubs me there until, suddenly, his fingertip is inside and he is pushing further in. I begin to sob in confusion and humiliation. I don't understand but this must be wrong, he cannot do this to me!

But he does. He moves his finger inside me to the hilt, my nerves protesting the unwelcome, strange intensity of its presence. He begins to move his finger in and out, slowly and rhythmically, as I squirm under him and whimper in shame. Soon he adds another finger, and a third, and with each my agony increases because I grow wetter and wetter in my private place. Soon, without wanting to, I am pushing back against his hand not in defiance but with desire. He is stroking parts of me I had not felt before, causing me to see white lights behind my closed lids and crave more and more... I hate him, I hate myself... I am a whore and I am enjoying it.

Soon he has four fingers inside my rear, stretching me to a limit that is almost painful and yet forces small moans of pleasure from my mouth. Without removing his hand he leans over me to whisper in my ear, "Don't fight what you are becoming, my dear. Accept that you are mine, that there is no secret part of you I will not claim. The more you resist the more forcefully I will bend you to my will. Now tell me, do you like what I am doing to you?"

Disgusted at his arrogance and by the betrayal of my body I force a lie through my lips. "No. I hate every second." He laughs and twists his fingers rapidly inside me, causing me to cry out with the sensation. The pleasure comes through clearly in my voice. "Tell me the truth, Graciela. Do you enjoy it?"

Again I spit out an honorable lie, "No, you brute. You disgust me." He only tisks-tisks with his tongue against his teeth. "Such language from a lady of breeding, my pet. We will have to remedy that." Quick as lightening his fingers are pulled from my gaping opening and I hear his steps cross the room. I hear water running, fabric shuffling, and then he returns. He slathers a cold, wet gel across my bottom and before I can ready myself I feel something large and warm pressed against my entrance. "You will give yourself to me, and you will tell me the truth!" In one smooth stroke I feel a large presence fill me from behind, causing my body to jerk with desperate protest. I scream and he grabs my hair in both hands, pulling my head back until my throat constricts and I go silent. And in this way he rides me harshly, forcing what I know to be his member in and out of my tender hole, driving me cruelly towards another release I do not want, try to avoid...

But I am climbing again, arriving to that desperate place of no return and as he jerks my head about and pounds into me, claiming me, he demands again. "Say it, Graciela, tell me how it makes you feel." The tears pour down my stricken face as I gasp, finally, the truth: "I hate you but I love it, I don't want you to stop!" At my words he moves his hands from my hair to my breasts, pulling me back against his naked chest. As he mounts me faster and deeper I go limp in his arms, abandoning myself to my fate. His skin is hot, his muscles press hard against me, and I am lost in the masculine smell of his sweat and musk and desire. I am no longer myself, I think; now I exist only for him. I feel him begin to jerk against me uncontrollably and a fiery fluid pours into my body. With this added heat I reach my peak and, without thinking, hurl myself into the abyss beyond.

When I come to, I find myself curled in his arms. I am still blindfolded but my limbs are free and from his breathing I can tell he is asleep. Should I run? Instead I find myself impelled by a curious desire to see his face, to know who it is that has me so utterly bent to his will. Who it is that makes me feel I am breaking apart at the same instant that I feel more deeply complete than ever before...

I slowly, haltingly, free one arm from his embrace. Tugging silently on my mask I remove it and blink against the low light of the many candles placed about this crimson-draped room. I see a wooden door in the far wall but I find myself turning away from it, drawn inexplicably to view the visage of my captor. When I finally face him, I stifle a gasp of surprise. He is savagely beautiful, and in sleep his face holds a deep tenderness I never would have imagined from the pitiless tone of his voice. I want badly to caress his face, even as I rebel inside against the desire – why should I want to be gentle with my torturer? I should find his knife and kill him! But, against all reason, I cannot break away from the rich sheen of his dark skin, the devastating swoop of his thick, black brows above a strong nose and full, sweet lips set in an angular jaw. His cheekbones make me want to kiss them, and I long to see the shade of his eyes... His raven hair holds a slight wave and is gathered into a club at the base of his neck. I look lower. His body, the first of a man that I have seen, is more than I imagined. The muscles are pronounced in his long, lean frame and his hands are broad and well formed. And his... member... is large and framed by a nest of black curls, seeming to lay in wait. Seeing it, I remind myself forcefully that I must try to escape, that I may never have another opportunity like this. But as I begin to shift my weight he murmurs, "Graciela," in his sleep and I pause. Does he, somehow, care for me? He could not say my name so sweetly if he did not... and is it not true that the past hours have been, though terrifying, more real than anything I have before experienced? I am thoroughly amazed at my own stupidity as I turn back towards the wall, staring at the door I will not pass through as I, instead, snuggle back against his broad chest and slip once more into sleep.

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She did not attempt to leave. I am amazed. I had locked all the doors before my experiment, of course, but she did not even try... she did not attempt to fight or bind me, she just looked at me and then moved closer and went to sleep. Can I call this trust? Is she in shock from my treatment of her? She continues to surprise me. Over the last months I have grown deeply enamored of her but she has no reason to feel anything for me. Ah, the last few months...

After I saw her recital I knew I had to find a way to make her mine. I did not want to win her as a suitor; conventional formalities and restrictions would never have allowed me to create a relationship, which, from the beginning, would be as intimate as the one I desired. No, I had to have her on my own terms.

I began to make inquiries, to learn her schedule, to arrange to see her pass by on her way to music lessons, social engagements, and other events. Every time I saw her a flame ignited within me, not only due to her incredible beauty but also because of the lilt of her voice, her natural grace, the lively and insightful things she said, how she delighted in laughter. And there was more – under everything I sensed a deep current of sensuality and longing for something more, but it was clear she did not know what these cravings meant or how they could be fulfilled. No one had spoken to her of sex, and although eroticism flowed from her like perfume it was obvious to me that it was simply innate to her being. With every day I grew more resolved to have her and more sure that I could understand her as no one else would. I planned to steal her for myself, but I swore that she would thrill in the experience too, with time. I hoped that she would come to see me as the center of her world, the only one able to satisfy her... and I still hope it, and her actions tonight tell me the dream may be a distinct possibility. I will win her heart, mind, and soul along with her flesh.

"You must wake up now." I speak with a severe tone in my voice. I shall not reveal to her my knowledge of her decision – not yet. I pull her naked body to an upright position and begin to tie her wrists together in front of her taut stomach. She looks around, sleepily, then fully wakes from the false security of her slumber and stiffens her body. I speak again. "It is time for something different, and there are new rules. I will be asking more of you now, and you may have more questions. If, and only if, your question relates to how to better serve me, you may ask permission to speak. If I grant it, you may state your question and if I find it pertinent I will answer. Do you have anything to say?"

"Yes, señor," she replies. "I do not understand what you want from me. Can you tell me why you have brought me here?" I laugh low in my throat. "Graciela, you are an intelligent woman. Have you not yet guessed?"

She blushes deeply behind the blindfold I replaced while she slept. "I... I know you wish to violate my body. I know that you can take whatever you want from me, it is clear now. But why? Why have you chosen me? And why in this way?"

I take her chin in my hand and raise her face to my gaze. As I respond, I slip the mask from her eyes. "You are here, mi amor, because I think you are the most splendid woman ever created. It must be in this way because this is who I am and how I live and I must show you every part so that you understand. And I do want to violate you, yes. But I also want to share my passion with you. Do not doubt that I will, in return for your sacrifices, give you everything that I possess."

As I speak, she looks into my eyes for the first time. She cannot completely hide her confused reaction as she sees me fully, speaking with her so honestly and yet doing nothing to lessen her trepidation of the process of which I speak. After some seconds she pulls her gaze away and swallows deeply. I take my chance. "Do you trust me, Graciela?" An impossible question. But she bravely squares her shoulders and looks to my eyes again. "I trust your word not to harm me, but I believe we define harm in different ways, Señor. Physically I am uninjured. Inside, I feel I am losing myself. Why do you do this to me?"

I realize I am on the verge on gathering her in my arms to soothe her, an action that would destroy my carefully planned chain of events. I force steel into my gaze and speak abruptly. "I have told you I do not often explain myself, Señorita, and you are testing my limits. The conditions I have offered will have to suffice because they are your only option. Now come with me and do not think of struggling."

I jerk her to her feet with a tug on her bound hands and force her to walk at my side. Unbalanced after so much time without standing, she often stumbles against me and, though I show no outer sign of it, my body rejoices at her vulnerable touch. Stern-faced, I lead her to a hidden door behind a curtain and, unlocking it, draw her inside.

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My captor, refusing to answer my questions, has brought me to a small, stone room with no windows and only one item inside: a large metal hook hanging from the center of the low ceiling. He shuts the door behind us and turns the key.

"You know what I want, Graciela. Do it." Trembling in the chill air, I face the hook. It seems to hang at the perfect height for me to loop the ropes that bind my wrists overtop. I glance at the mysterious man next to me, whose eyes blaze with the message that he will accept no pleas for mercy. I walk to the center of the room, turn, and raise my arms in the air.

He nods once. "Well done, my pet." He watches coolly as I go on tiptoe to slide the ropes onto the hook and then settle my weight down on my heels. I am completely stretched, with no room to move side to side or bend my limbs. He comes and ties another knot in my bindings and, looking up, I realize that now I cannot slip my ropes off the hook as before. I am trapped, and he is raking his eyes over my body. He pulls several scarves from his jacket pocket and tightly binds my eyes and mouth.

"Now, this is an experiment I haven't tried before. I am quite curious to know what your response will be to staying in this place for many hours, unable to move, see, hear, or speak. All your senses will be muffled except for one..." He breaks off suddenly and I feel one finger trail tantalizingly down my spine, curve around my buttocks, and travel up to my face where it tenderly follows the line of my cheek. Then he puts cotton in my ears and, silently, is gone.

Time passes. I do not know how much. My buttocks and anus ache from their earlier punishment and my shoulders grow sore with lack of motion. Then I tighten my thighs together in response to a brief contact... something touched my arm! But it does not return.

More hours pass. It seems an infinity. And suddenly I feel a feather-light touch tickling the inside of my thigh. This time the touch continues, maddeningly close to my secret place but not arriving there. Then I am grabbed harshly by the shoulders and a mouth begins to feed on my neck, tracing the curve to my earlobe and biting me savagely there. A hand is probing between my thighs; a finger enters me and begins to plunge in and out at lightening speed. I feel faint but can make no sound of protest. A mouth locks on my right nipple, suckling furiously and another finger enters me from behind, in the same sore spot as before. A tongue plays with my pleasure bud, making my legs weak and as they go out from under me I am lifted up off the hook and placed on the cold floor on my knees. Someone loosens the rope around my wrists and I am shoved to the flagstones on all fours. I can see nothing, hear nothing, but hands and mouths continue to search out every crevice of my body and claim me. I feel a hot firmness poke against my gag and it is removed but before I can speak a large male member is shoved between my lips. I choke in shock. Hands from behind begin to push against my buttocks, forcing me to accept more of the man into my mouth. But then he shoves me back, where I rock onto another finger deep inside my vagina. Someone is beneath me, teasing me between my legs and playing with my nipples and I am forced to rock back and forth, skewered at both ends by men. As the rhythm builds I, again, am led to the edge of orgasm. I begin to make my own pace and, instead of only accepting the phallus in my mouth, I begin to suck it. I run my tongue up and down its length, tasting the salty flavor of it and noting its velvety skin and smooth texture. Amazed at my own actions, I take it as deep into my throat as I can and as I do the man standing above me cries out just a little, huskily, and I feel a hot spurt of liquid in my mouth. It tastes of the sea and is thick and creamy. I swallow, and as if on command many hands lift me again and place me on the hook, abandoning me to the desire racking my own body with no hope of reaching release. Another gag is placed about my mouth and I hang my head and cry silently.

More time passes. Someone enters and I tense my muscles but I am not attacked. Two hands only release me from the hook and I am carried in mysterious arms to a corner of the room. My visitor sits on the stone floor and places me in his lap where he begins to soothe and coddle me, caressing my face and hair and placing small, gentle kisses over all my body. He tastes my tears with his tongue and gently kisses my forehead as if to reassure me. Then he carries me back to the hook and I am left alone, more vulnerable than before for the tenderness.

More visitors. I am going mad without the power to at least anticipate their arrival. Again I am surprised by a touch, again lowered from the hook, and this time carried by at least two men. Still held between them, I am given cool water to drink and the freshness in my throat revives me. But directly after I drink I am placed in a straight-backed chair and tied firmly to it. Someone removes the cotton from my ears. Another stranger places a very thin, rounded cylinder into my hand. I am made to curl my fingers around it and then it is pulled away and I feel it entering my vagina. It goes deeper than the men's fingers and I try to pull away. I cannot and the rod is fastened in place with silk ties around my legs.

Next someone puts a thicker rod into my hand. It too is smooth and seems made of wood, and it too is taken away. A man lifts my buttocks and inserts the dowel deep in my anus before lowering me back onto the seat, my own weight pushing the instrument further inside and holding it there.

I feel hands on my breasts followed by a sharp pinch. Small metal teeth dig into my nipple and I know that I now wear a clamp. Another is added to my other nipple and the sensation is maddening, bearably painful but horribly humiliating. More clamps are placed on my nether lips and sting. Finally someone removes my gag. I begin to scream with frustration but quickly the thickest rod of all is forced into my mouth and tied in place. My tongue pinned down, I suffer complete shame. Every orifice I have is filled and claimed. And then comes the worst – a fingertip quickly runs over the bud between my legs and is gone. No one torments me now but I immediately feel a tingling there and realize that with the last touch a peppery fluid was smeared over me. It now starts to itch and madden me, making me desperate with inability to relieve myself. I am highly aroused, more each second, but no one comes to carry me over the edge. I twist in my restraints, trying to no avail to quench the longing I feel below. Then I realize I may be able to help myself – I blush deeply at my own idea, but the liquid has me insane and I give in.




Graciela



Slowly at first, then more recklessly, I begin to grind my bottom against the seat. By moving in circles I cause the dowels inside me to turn and shift within my body and I feel an irresistible pleasure driving me on. Abandoning myself to the sweet distraction from the tingling I press my body harder against the chair and writhe with no inhibition until I find myself reaching my limit of resistance. But I cannot pass it. I am hot with the sound of my own moans but the restraints do not allow me the freedom of motion to arrive to the orgasm I crave and I think frantically. Suddenly the image of a face shines out among my jumbled thoughts and I focus on it. A renewed wetness rushes down my thighs. Alone and wretched, maddened by lust, I hold my captor's cruel face in my mind. Imagining his hands claiming my body intensifies every physical sensation and soon, spurred on by his dark eyes, I am shuddering, flying, lost in my intense release.

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If she only knew that seven men were standing feet from her, aching with unreleased lust at the sight of her yearning, I think my little dove would die of shame. But her reaction is perfect – we are one pivotal step closer to liberating her full sexuality. Before she can be all that I need she must learn not to feel shame when she enjoys her body, under whatever circumstances. And to achieve that end my means are to torment her until she rages with desire, demands pleasure, and knows that nothing has more value or beauty than this complete devotion of body and spirit.

As Graciela eases, spent, against her bonds, I send my attendants silently from the room. 

They serve me well – when I have not the time or humor to involve other men of class I rely upon them to aid me in my games. They are paid well, with a handsome room and board included, and I trust them completely. I trust them not only because they adore the side benefits of their jobs as menservants and chefs in this all-male household but also because not one of them has any idea where he is or how to decipher the locked labyrinth around my central compound. If any one wishes to leave he is allowed to do so but may never return, and he is deprived of his senses until he has been left alone in some faraway site. I stop at no effort to ensure the privacy and sanctity of my home.

Graciela stirs again and I am shaken from my thoughts as she arches her back like a cat, stretching against the smooth wood of the chair. The sight of her tender nipples restrained within the cruel silver clamps allures and amuses me – I long to release her rosy-brown areolas from their restraints and suckle there until she cries out in ecstasy... but first, I will make her beg for me to do so.

"Mi amor... I am here," I murmur softly as I stalk silently towards her. A weak gasp escapes her imprisoned mouth as she, startled, whips her head in the direction of my voice. I laugh softly. 

"What, you thought that you were quite alone when you took your pleasure? You should know by now that anything you do is, in the end, for my satisfaction."

I sweep towards her, gathering her curls in my fist and tugging her head backwards towards the floor. With my other hand I undo the ties holding the phallus in her mouth and toss it aside. Bending over her, I lavish her with a deep, warm kiss. I instantly feel her mixed reaction – her body squirms in revolt but her lips yield to mine and, when my tongue flicks between her teeth, hers responds.

Surprised, I probe her mouth more deeply. Her tongue continues to caress mine, sliding between my wet lips with unmistakable desire. This has come to pass much more swiftly than I expected... With my free hand I reach for a small knife strapped to my boot and slice through the bonds that hold her hands. The dagger clatters to the stone floor as I feel her small fingers glide freely over the fabric of my breeches, molding them to the muscles of my thighs. I go on my knees before her. Her soft, little hands continue to explore my body, climbing slowly, tantalizingly, over my abdomen and up to my chest. When she reaches the open neck of my linen shirt she murmurs in pleasure and reaches inside to tug at my chest hairs. Her skin burns against mine and I lose a bit of my well-practiced control.

"Graciela..." My voice comes out husky with longing. "What are you doing?"

Slowly but firmly she responds. "Master, if a man may desire a woman may not a woman desire a man?"

My mind races joyfully at her response but I force myself to reign in the thoughts. She may be close to her moment of sexual discovery but I have to ensure that it is complete. She must know that I alone command, she must be brought to a point from which there is no turning back. I cannot surrender now, no matter the temptation.

I move my warm mouth close to her ear. "My dear... men are born to desire women and most females simply fulfill that need. But once in a rare while comes a daring woman, a true woman, who wants more. You must know I chose you because everything in you betrays your unique passion... a passion that I felt a short while ago when you took me deep into your mouth by your own choice."

"Sir... do you mean the kiss?" In response I take her hand in mine and firmly run it down my torso until she can feel the hot bulge between my legs that even her earlier ministrations could not sate. I expect her to recoil but instead she bites her lip and wrinkles her brow in an expression of curiosity and runs her fingers, beneath mine, across the thick length of me.

"So it was you... I thought I knew your voice when you cried out. But Master, what did I do to you?"

Her innocence brings a chuckle to my lips. "My child, when you began to suckle me and draw your tongue over my skin it certainly seemed that you knew what you were doing."

Her cheeks flush red with humiliation and she bows her head. "Please forgive me, Master, I only did what felt natural. I am so confused. I do not know what you want of me, I do not know what I want anymore!" 

My opportunity has come. I grasp her breasts in my hands, quickly flicking off the clamps with my thumbs and hearing her unbidden moan of relief. As I massage my thumbs in circles over her aching nipples I speak low in my throat, "Graciela, listen to me. You must always strive to give me what I want. You do it much better than you know. But you can never be complete until you admit to what you long for as well. There is no shame in desiring me."

Stopping now, I stay on my knees between her parted legs as I reach back and tenderly remove her satin mask. She has her eyes tightly closed, afraid to see me.

She whispers in a broken voice, "You... you make me feel things I should not. You promise me everything but it is too much, it is overwhelming. How can you say there is no shame when I dread you and long for you all at once? If it were right my heart would not conflict itself so! And, worst of all..." Her torrent of words ceases suddenly and she slowly opens her eyes, starry with tears.

"Worst of all..." she says, as she stares into my face like one drowning, "Worst of all, I want to give you pleasure as much as I want to take my own."

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I am mortally terrified. I know that in telling him this I seal my doom, but I cannot stop myself. Though I sell my soul this man has bewitched me and I would do anything to please him, to show him my true desires and hide no more. He will care for me, I know. And I feel in my heart there can be no more pretending. I want to devote every inch of myself to him and, God forgive me, I want to discover every secret he holds. His body, his eyes, his very essence have me enthralled and my actions are no longer my own choice but a part of something greater. Somehow he reads my thoughts and takes up his knife to cut through my remaining bonds. Free and decided, with blind faith and complete devotion, I throw myself to my knees and into his arms.

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As Graciela embraces me I feel her heart fluttering wildly against my chest and a sweetness I have never known seeps through my veins. She will love me. The knowledge is a promise that rings true. She will be my queen and she will give herself to love me.

Like a man dreaming I wrap my arms around her and draw her down on top of me to the floor. Her slender thighs can barely straddle my wide hips but she is focused in other areas, kissing and biting my neck as I reach down and swiftly release her from the clamps and rods that tormented her. She hardly notices, burying her face in my hair and inhaling, trailing kisses across my cheeks and running her cool, frenzied hands over my shoulders and arms. Finally, emerging from the stupor of my shock and delight, I take control.

I roll her underneath me in one swift motion. She moans as she feels my weight move onto her and she arches up against me. I nuzzle her neck, trap her wrists high above her head with one hand, and, supporting myself on my elbow, begin to tease and suck her nipples. Whimpers escape her swollen lips and, as I look on her face, it is transformed by hunger and by a fierce joy. She opens her eyes and stares directly into mine. "I need you now, I want all of you!"

With her cry I can restrain myself no longer and I begin to undo the sash of my pants. She herself lifts the shirt over my head, throwing it aside in reckless abandon and stroking and nipping at my nipples until I am wild. Freed of my clothing at last I slide a hand to her hidden place, feeling for wetness there. She is scorching and slick and writhes against the pressure of my touch. I have never known a woman this hot and my body responds, lengthening my erection to its extreme. I kiss her hard, then pull away and force her still with my weight.

"I must warn you that this may hurt. I do not wish it, but it is your first time and it is..." In the midst of my speech she struggles free and throws her arms about my neck to pull me down into another fiery kiss. Then, whispering into my ear, she pleads, "Master, I trust you completely. Please help me give us what we need!"

Fascinated, I put my faith in her conviction and take my throbbing member in my hand. Poised at her entrance I rub myself against her flesh and curls, coating myself in her moisture and causing her to cry out in abject pleasure. As I pause to stroke into her for the first time she, again surprising me, thrusts upward sharply and envelops me in one swift movement. Her body stiffens and as she screams from deep within I curse the pain I know she feels... until I realize she is twisting in pleasure and her center is pulsing and tightening around me. She came the moment I entered her! 

Exhilarated, I begin to slide my length in and out of her tight opening, pulling her arching body to mine with one arm. She is lost, gasping and moaning but with her eyes fixed on my face as if I were her salvation. As she grinds her hips against me I move faster, thrusting now, now pounding into her as I feel her channel open for me and hear her cries of ecstasy. We move as one and I lower her to the floor, shifting my hand to her tiny, exposed bud and rolling it under my thumb. At the same instant I lower my mouth to her breast and claim it savagely and she rakes her nails down my back in an agony of lust.

We fight the tide for many moments, surging and rising together as I have never experienced before, our needs and wishes tied together and drawing us on. Soon I am on the brink, gazing into her gorgeous face as she weeps and smiles and swears that she is mine. I want to hear her say my name and I whisper it to her. 

As she shines up at me, her face glowing with simultaneous longing and fulfillment, I begin to shoot my seed into her. She murmurs, then moans, then screams my name. She says it like a blessing and as I come, burying myself deeper inside her, she shudders violently and I in turn murmur, "Graciela," in her ear time and time again. As she tightens around me I gather her in my arms and rise, still hilt deep between her legs, and carry her out of the stone room to a deep velvet bed where we collapse, completely spent.

Later, as we lie replete in each other's arms, I glance at her face. My sleeping angel radiates contentment and I know it is all for me. I am overjoyed – there is still a long, winding road ahead for Graciela is inexperienced and I shall never tire of exploring new limits with her. But now, when I pleasure and punish her, praise and scold – even when I share her with others - I will know that she has given every part of her being to me. I will know as never before the power and thrill of being Master because I have found a woman who is not only my slave but also my true love.



Gracie's Club Night



"Come on Gracie, we're going out tonight dancing. Wear a short dress and some sexy thongs," I told her as I winked at her. 

She told me okay, smiled and went to shower and get ready.

Gracie and I haven't gone out in a while and I wanted to take her dancing for the night. We are going to a club that had 3 floors, different kinds of music on each floor and on the top floor I had reserved the balcony for the night for us. I know the head bartender and the owner and he was happy to oblige me. We haven't been out to the clubs in a while but we needed something to do that would heighten the sexual tension all night long. And having Gracie's body against mine after she's had a couple of drinks; it's going to benefit the both of us.

Gracie had long, wavy chestnut hair that flowed down her back almost to her voluptuous ass and I loved running my hands through it, it was so soft. I am 6'3" so her 5'10" was perfect for me. I wanted a girl I didn't have to worry about "breaking" or hurting during sex and Gracie can handle everything I give her.

Gracie came out of the room in a black skirt that was mid thigh length and flowed on her beautiful thighs. With this, she had an emerald and black blouse that had part of her arms bare, a decent neckline, seductive yet not giving everything away to venturing eyes. The blouse flowed on her body, not tight, which was perfect. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her incredible nipples were saying hi to me. 

I walked over to her, breathless, lifted her skirt up to see she was wearing her black lacy garter belt. I felt over the lace on her pussy and rubbed her slowly, loving the feel of her and then I ran my hands on her sexy ass, and felt smooth, bare cheeks. It took all I could do not to take her there.

"You look incredible baby," I told her with a groan.

"Thank you," she replied with a knowing sexy look, her mission was accomplished. 

We got in the car and drove to the club. I was excited about tonight, my cock was already anticipating this evening, I could feel it throbbing, straining to be let free. It took about 25 minutes to drive to the club, although traffic was not as bad as I thought it would be tonight. 

The conversation was nice on the way; we never had a problem with that. Even our moments of silence were heavenly. As we arrived, I parked the car towards the back of the parking lot for now. 

"Come here baby, I want to feel you before we go in."

Gracie moved over to my side as I put the seat back to give her room. I turned her around so she was facing the steering wheel, and spread her legs as best I could. I just needed to be inside of her cock now, she was too damn sexy. 

I reached up, pulled her thong aside and slid her down on my thick cock. Her pussy was wet and tight as always. She had a good grip on the steering wheel and I grabbed her hips, pounding her on my cock fiercely.

I had to slow her down, "Ok baby, I don't want to cum yet, slow down tiger," I said as I winked at her.

"Don't get up just yet love," I told her as she started to move.

I reached into the middle of the car and got what I wanted. I put some lube in my fingers, ready to spread on her ass. 

"Now, lean on the steering wheel Gracie and spread that sexy...fucking ass for me love. Damn!!!"

"What are you up to baby?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, just giving you another additive so you can enjoy your evening so much more."

As she spread her cheeks for me, I spread the lube on her tight hole and then got some more and put a finger slowly inside of her. Gracie was wiggling her ass, she loved this and then I put another finger in.

"Ok, almost done, keep holding that ass babe."

I grabbed the butt plug and rubbed it on her sexy hole, rubbing slowly and started to insert it. Gracie knew what I was up to and by her moans, she was happy.

I put the butt plug in her ass a little bit and then I let it go until I heard a nice little pop and she was set. 

"Don't take this out until I say love. You should be sopping wet within a matter of minutes, especially when you start dancing."

"By the way you're going; they are going to have to mop up the floor because of me."

"Well, I certainly hope so," I told her as I gently lifted her off and to the other seat.

I drove to the front of the parking lot where my space was reserved and Gracie waited for me to open her door. I saw her watching me as I walked to her and I reached down and opened her door. I loved watching her sexy legs come out of the car, slowly; so damn beautiful. 

She smiled at me as she stood up, grabbed my arm and we walked to the club. We were able to walk right in and I could feel all eyes on Gracie, how could I blame them but it made me feel good to be with the sexiest woman ever and they would never have her.

As we entered the club, it was already swarming with people. This was a well respectable club and everyone knew nothing would be tolerated by the security. I stopped by the bar to grab us a drink and Gracie was looking out at the crowd.

We got our drinks and sat at a table watching the dancers. This floor was the Salsa floor, nothing like watching people Salsa dancing, very hot indeed. 

Gracie liked to dance more than I and I liked to watch her dance. I could watch her all night long. 

She put her glass on the table, smiled at me and went to the floor. She walked to a guy whose partner just walked off the floor. He did not protest when Gracie touched him and started dancing with him. She moved on his body like she was born to do it. I bet that butt plug was doing a damn good job getting her pussy wet.

It was so erotic watching her and I know the guy she was with was enjoying every moment of it. After they danced a couple of songs, she respectively said thank you and walked back to me. My cock was hard as I saw her walking and she sat on my lap and her mouth was on mine instantly. 

I peeked through one eye and saw the guy had walked away and by the looks of it, was having problems walking.

"You looked hot dancing baby," I told her. 

"Thank you. He was a damn good dancer too, and pretty hot," she whispered in my ear. "I could feel his cock growing and he's pretty well endowed love."

"Umm, well, guess you won't be dancing with him anymore," I winked at her. I knew, that whatever Gracie said about someone, I had nothing to worry about. I never doubted her love for me.

"Let's go to the third floor, I want to dance with you."

The third floor was R&B music. We walked upstairs slowly, surveying everything. I found a nice table in the corner and the dance floor here was packed. This floor was usually the busiest. 

Gracie and I got another drink and sat there for a little while, just watching the dancers. As we were sitting there, Gracie sat on my lap, while she was facing the crowd, slowly moving her hips on my cock. I loved it when she did that, she always knew how to touch me the right way.

I saw this one guy watching her occasionally; he had been dancing with a couple of different girls. The girl he just finished dancing with, walked off the dance floor and Gracie gave her drink to me, smiled and walked to the dance floor. 

Gracie was grinding on him, rubbing her body against his, giving him the attention he wanted. I could see from my table he was enjoying it, it wasn't hard to miss his erection.

I set my drink down, walked over to her, nodded to the guy and started dancing with Gracie. There is only so much I could take and she was driving me crazy. I know her pussy must be soaked by now and I had to find out.

When that song finished, the floor filled up more with a slow song; it was almost body to body, which was perfect for me. Gracie grabbed my neck and kissed me fiercely. I rubbed her body, bringing my hands to her ass and gently squeezing it. 

I brought my right hand to the front, reached under her skirt, moved her thong aside and touched her glorious lips. I knew it, she was soaked. 

She moved her body against my hand and I put my finger inside of her pussy, slowly stroking her while my thumb was on her clit. I knew it would not take her long to cum and I planned on making her cum multiple times tonight. 

She started moaning against my lips and within seconds I felt her juices flowing on my hand. Damn, she was so fucking hot and my cock was throbbing for her. 

The floor was so packed; I imagine no one would notice anything we did. I slowly turned her around, unzipped my pants and lifted her skirt to cover my cock. Gracie arched her body slightly and I leaned down and my cock slipped inside her pussy with no problem, it was so wet and she groaned as I filled her to the hilt. 

I slowly fucked her, not wanting to cause any unwanted attention but even if I did, I really didn't give a damn. 

Gracie had reached behind her and put her hands on my head, grinding on my cock. I needed to cum but I loved fucking her here, on the dance floor, with tons of people around us. It was fucking erotic to me and made my cock throb, get even harder. 

Gracie continued slowly grinding on my cock and I could feel her juices running down my cock. I couldn't take it anymore so I took my cock out, zipped up, took Gracie's hand and led her back to our table.

"Sit on my cock Gracie, fuck me, make me cum in your sweet pussy," I whispered in her ear. She sat on me, facing the crowd and slid down all the way. She was moving as much as she could without making it obvious. I was helping her, meeting her thrusts and it didn't take long at all for me to fill her pussy with my cum. 

After I came, she didn't get up; she sat on me, slowly grinding on me, keeping me inside of her. 

"Damn Gracie, your pussy feels so fucking good, don't stop baby." All I could do was lean my head back, groan and enjoy the moment.

I was getting hard again and I wanted to eat her pussy and I knew I couldn't do it here. I gently grabbed her hips to stop her, with much regret slipping my cock out of her pussy and zipped it up. 

Gracie got up, turned towards me and I ran my hands along her arms, and kissed her for what seemed like forever. I don't think I could ever show her how much I love her and how beautiful and sexy she is in every aspect.

"Let's go to the balcony, I have it reserved all night for us."

"Mmmmm, you crafty devil you," she said as she smiled at me. 

She grabbed my hand and led the way. She was in front of me as we walked up the stairs and as she walked, she slowly swayed her hips. I knew she was doing it on purpose, she knows how much I love her ass and the way she was moving, ever so slowly, I would have followed her to Timbuktu if she wanted me to.

We made it to the top, none to sooner and I told her to go over by the balcony and watch them dance. I kneeled on the floor, lifted her skirt and dove right into her pussy. 

My cum had started leaking out and I licked up every bit. My tongue dove into her sweet lips and I sucked the juices and cum that was inside and after I licked her outer lips, I slowly licked on her clit. 

I grabbed it and sucked it and my fingers were rubbing her pussy. I put my middle finger in her pussy and at first I just wanted to feel her softness and then she overtook me, as usual and two more fingers joined the other.

I played with the butt plug a bit, making it more intense for her and Gracie was moving her hips, grinding on my face and my hand. I could feel her starting to tense up, she was about to cum and I was not going to miss a drop. 

I flicked my tongue back and forth on her clit and then I sucked it real hard and it came and I had to move my mouth quickly to get it all.

She tasted so fucking good and some of her juices ran down my face but I sure as hell didn't give a damn. After she slowed down from her climax, I continued slowly licking her. 

I could hear her moaning and with the noise downstairs, it did not make a damn bit of a difference. As my fingers worked their magic on her pussy and the butt plug in her ass, my mouth found her clit again and I sucked hard. My mouth and tongue were not letting go and my hands were as deep as they could go inside of her. 

Gracie pushed her pussy on my face, yelled she was cumming and not moving my thumb, I drank her sweet cum once again.

I licked her pussy slowly, cleaning her up and when I was done, put her thong back in place and stood up. My face was glistening with her juices, I could feel it. Gracie seeing this, smiled at me and kissed me, then licking all of her juices off of my face.

"You are amazing baby, simply amazing," Gracie said to me as she kissed me again.

"It's only because of you," I told her and meant it, then kissed the tip of her nose. I told her to bend over and I took the butt plug out of her ass.

"Why don't you go see if that guy you danced with downstairs is still here. I want to watch you suck his cock and I want him to fuck you baby. I'll be in the corner over there, watching, stroking my cock."

She looked at me, wondering if I was serious and as I walked to the corner, she apparently knew I was. I wanted to watch her get fucked so badly and I'd hoped she wouldn't mind. I want her pussy to be full of cum as I fuck her again.

As I sat in the chair, I unzipped my cock and stroked it slowly. It was already hard in anticipation and precum was soaking the tip. Fuck, where was she!

I heard some heals coming up the top of the stairs and behind her, her hand was holding his gently leading him.

She brought him over near where we were and she kneeled, unzipped his pants and took his thick cock out. I heard him ask where I was and she told him not to worry, she just wanted him to fuck her.

As she took his cock in her mouth, his head leaned back while he groaned and he bucked his hips slowly towards her face. He reached down with his hand and gently pushed her into him. Her mouth was stretching to accommodate his girth and I knew she wouldn't be able to get him all in but she was doing a damn good job.

My cock was rock fucking hard and I wanted to watch him fuck her. Gracie doesn't know this but this guy was a long time good friend of mine. I told him about our night out together and asked him if he would dance with her and fuck her while I watched. He definitely had no problem with it and I'd been waiting for this day for quite a while now.

After she finished sucking on his cock, he told her to turn around and bend over. His hands caressed her ass, admiring it and he rubbed his cock against her pussy lips. He didn't waste any time and quickly shoved his cock inside of her wet pussy, balls deep and Gracie moaned very loudly. 

I could hear her moaning, almost yelling and I could also hear him telling her what a nice tight pussy she had. The sound of his hips and balls slapping against her sopping pussy was about to drive me over the edge. 

He was fucking her hard and fast now, this was not about love, this was pure lust, nice, hard, fast sex. My cock had precum running all down my shaft. He stopped her and sat on the chair and had her facing the balcony, as I had her facing the dance floor earlier and grabbed her hips and pushed her on his cock.

Gracie was moaning like crazy and he was helping her with his hands, fucking her fiercely and I heard him yell that he was going to cum. With two quick, hard slams on his cock, he shot his load inside of her and Gracie sat there with her eyes closed slowly moving on his cock.

After he finished cumming, Gracie got up, fixed her thong, turned around and smiled at him. He gave her a kiss, thanked her for a great end to his evening and walked to the stairs. 

Gracie was standing there, looking at me and I walked over to her. I gently grabbed her face to kiss her and as her eyes were closed, my friend had stopped by the stairs, looked at me and all he could do was smile. 

"Baby, that was so fucking hot, feel how hard my cock is. It feels like steel for real love." 

She reached down and felt my cock, which was also soaked from precum and was indeed hard as steel. 

"Turn around Gracie, I need to fuck you, now!" 

She turned around and I almost ripped her thong off as I plunged my cock inside of her cum filled pussy. I could feel all the cum in her pussy and I could hear it as I fucked her madly.

I don't think I have ever fucked her so fiercely before and I could tell she loved it as I felt her juices once again running on my cock. 

"Fuck me baby, don't stop, fuck me faster damn it!!!" 

I didn't want to but I laid her on the floor, put her legs all the way back and was balls deep and slamming into her pussy. Juices were sloshing all over and I was about to add to them as I came deep inside of her. 

Even as I was cumming, I couldn't stop; it was like my cock had a mind of its own. As I finished cumming, my cock didn't get soft. I still wanted her more and I wasn't going to stop. 

I'm glad I reserved this balcony all night because I wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"I want to cum in your ass Gracie, can I? I'm not going to be easy about it, you are so fucking hot baby and tonight you've driven me over the edge."

"Fuck my ass baby, fuck it hard and fill it with your cum."

I took my cock out of her pussy, flipped her over and rubbed it on her asshole. It was already wet from her cumming so much and I eased my cock inside of her, going all the way, I couldn't wait. 

Gracie was already moaning and she reached back and spread her ass for me to give me better access and I told her I was giving it all to her and that I did for sure, no holding back here tonight.

"I'm sorry baby, I need you," I told her.

"Stop talking and fuck my ass. Ohhhh, FUCK, you feel so fucking good in my ass, don't fucking stop!!"

I pounded my cock in her ass, every single time, harder and harder. 

"Play with your pussy baby."

Gracie reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit. Her hand was moving faster on her pussy and was rubbing the cum that was leaking out on her lips as well.

"Don't stop baby, I'm going to cum, I'm fucking cumming," she screamed as she had a good grip with her other hand and squeezed her nipple. 

As she came I leaned forward a little bit and dove into her ass again and told her I was about to fill her ass with my cum. I felt my cum filling her up and I couldn't stop cumming. It felt like an ocean full of cum had come out of me. 

As I came down from my apparent high, I leaned back to control my breathing and told Gracie to sit on my face. I needed to eat her pussy and ass; I wasn't letting any of that go to waste.

I could tell she was spent too but when she sat on my face and the feel of my mouth on her pussy, lapping up all that cum brought her back to life. 

She was rocking back and forth on my face and I had all I could do to keep up with the cum running out of her pussy and her ass.

I was moving as fast as I could, swallowing all that came to me and I couldn't believe how much cum was in her pussy. 

All of this of course was making my cock rise to life within seconds and it stood straight up with no problem, rocking back and forth in slow motions.

I licked, sucked, pulled her ass cheeks apart to get any remaining cum and then put her pussy onto my face to get my tongue inside as deep as I could go. 

I wanted to feel her cum running down my tongue; I couldn't believe how much this woman intoxicated me.

Gracie reached down and rubbed her clit and soon rewarded me and I felt it coming, flowing down my tongue. I had to quickly swallow to keep my tongue there and I was loving this feeling, it was one I would have to repeat quite frequently.

I lapped up her juices for the millionth time, licking her lips, trying to clean her up. I knew I wouldn't get it all because of how wet she was but I was enjoying this as much as I could. 

Gracie got up, with wobbly legs and sat down. My cock was still hard but I had to get her home first. After I put myself back together, Gracie put her arm around me and I helped her walk downstairs. As we got to the front door, I picked her up and carried my sleeping beauty to the car.




Gracie's Club Night



After I put her seatbelt on, I got in the driver's seat and drove home. I carried Gracie inside, up to our bedroom and ran the water so we could take a quick shower and then sit in the bathtub for a bit; that would make her feel good. I can imagine her pussy must be quite sore by now.

I helped Gracie in the shower, which was a pleasure to do anyway and when we were both nice and fresh, we slipped into the tub full of warm water and some bath bubbles that she liked. 

She sat against me in the tub, with her head against my chest and I was slowly rubbing her body.

The softness from the oils in the tub had her body feeling like silk and I loved rubbing my hands all over her. Feeling her breasts, gently squeezing them and her nipples loved the attention. Just the feel of her body did it for me.

As I ran my hands down her body, she instinctively spread her legs for me and my hands slowly caressed her pussy, inside and out.

I couldn't get enough of her and she never complained about that. After we were done with the bath, I helped her dry off and I carried her to the bed and laid her down. 

I kissed her nipples and made my way to her pussy, softly licking her, I needed to have her one more time before we went to sleep.

"I want you Gracie, I want my cock inside of you before we go to sleep, is your pussy ok with that?"

"Baby, my pussy is always ok with that," she said.

I didn't need to hear anymore as my cock engulfed her once again and I slowly made love to her, slowly going all the way in and all the way out. 

I loved her pussy with my cock for as much as I could take and then I sped up a bit, spread her legs farther, getting deeper and fucked her for the last few moments, cumming deep inside of my sweet pussy. The pussy that will forever be mine.