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Stranger

By: Freefallpunk



It took Andrea a while to figure out where she was. Her back was aching and the insides of her legs and chest felt like they had been rubbed raw. Her head was pounding and her vision was a little blurred but slowly she began to focus. She was unable to figure out her whereabouts considering the lights were off. Her limp hands and legs were tied up and given her condition, it was useless to try and break free. "What happened and where am I," she thought. "The last thing I remember was sitting in Morgan's at the bar, enjoying a drink and waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our second wedding anniversary celebration."

Andrea's head started to clear just a bit and she felt her body starting to come back to life as she scanned the area hoping to see something that looked familiar. It was hopeless without enough light. After closing her eyes for just and second and taking deep breaths to calm herself, a voice came from behind her, "How do you feel right now?" Andrea was startled and her breathing became rapid once again.

"Who are you and what am I doing here?" she said

"I asked you a question and considering your situation, I believe it would be in your best interest to answer it. How do you feel right now?"

She thought the voice sounded familiar. Who ever this person was, he was very well spoken ad sounded almost pretentious in a way. Sort of like the rich country club type.

"I feel horrible. Why am I tied up here and who are you?" Andrea's voice sounded like that of a frightened child. It took every bit of will power not to panic and cry out for help. There was no telling what this stranger would do.

"I imagine you are feeling a little ill and nauseous with the effects of Rohypnol. It took a while for the drug to kick in, but when it did I had to drag you out of Morgan's."

The man was walking circles around her at this point and she couldn't control her breathing with all of the uncertainty. This man could do anything he wanted to her and having zero control over the situation usually drives her crazy. She contemplated screaming out for help, but there was no way of knowing if anyone would come to rescue her. What are the chances that someone would hear her? Even if someone did, this man could kill her in a snap.

In a low shivering voice Andrea began muttering, "Please. Tell me why I am here and what this is all about? I'll do anything you want just please don't hurt me. I have money if that's what you want?"

"You're what I want and you're what I am going to have. I have dreamed about this for a long time. If you could only see the bruises I left when I was rubbing my cock all over your body and pinching your skin. No. I didn't penetrate if that's what you are asking yourself? I decided to save that occasion for later. I wanted to be sure you were conscious for the fun and games.

Andrea couldn't hold out anymore. Inevitably, she began weeping and her body started shivering. "Why me? What did I do to you?" Andrea asked. "I don't even know you. Please, let me go."

"You may not know me now, but you will over time." The man said as he was standing very close to Andrea. She could feel his breath on her face. She felt his hands on her shoulders and slowly he slid them down to her chest. When they found her breasts she took in a sharp breath and struggled to move away.

"You may move as much as you want, but the more you struggle, the more the restraints tighten on your hands and ankles. You would feel much better by relaxing and enjoying one of my famous massages."

"Fuck you!" Andrea screamed. "Let me out of here you son of a bitch! I didn't do anything to you so let me free."

"Oh, my dear. How I dislike seeing a perfectly good woman utter profanity. It's just not proper. I believe we could rid of this poor habit by teaching you a lesson. The stranger walked over to the wall and turned on the lights forcing Andrea to shut her eyes until they adjusted. When she opened them, she scanned the room quickly and noticed it was painted black and had only one door opposite her. She continued scanning for the stranger, but didn't see him. He must be behind her. Turning her head around as far she could didn't matter. Her body was shackled to a giant x contraption, kind of like bondage furniture.

"Sit tight my beauty and shortly I will begin to make you feel much better," the man said from behind her. She heard some sort of motor and felt the contraption start to fall back. Instead of being upright, she would be lying flat on the giant x. Once the motor stopped, the stranger walked around to her side. He was wearing nothing but a full head mask and something that looked like a jock strap to cover his genitals. His body was finely tuned with muscular pecks and incredible biceps. She noticed after a second or two that she was staring at this bastard's body with somewhat of an erotic feeling. "Do you like what you see?" he asked. Just when she realized her vulnerability she started thrashing about in an attempt to break free and run. The shackles tightened on her wrists and ankles making her feeble attempt painful. "Please mister, please tell me what you want? I am scared to death and I don't know what I did to deserve this torture?"

"You are what I want my beauty and you are what I am going to have after I teach you a lesson for using such foul language. My mother always told me that a proper woman must always be at her best. Unfortunately, this is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you." The stranger went back and pulled a whip off of the wall. He turned around with a bright smile on his face.

Taking two steps back, he reeled the whip over his shoulder. Andrea started to yell, "Please don't. Please. I won't ever cuss again. Please don't hurt me. I am a good person and I'll do what it takes to make you happy." The whip caught her just above the knee and left a long red mark. "Oh Shit! That hurt! Fuck! Please. No more." Just then the whip caught her left forearm leaving another red mark. "If you want me to stop, you must act like a lady. Such foul language only upsets me." The man whipped her several more times before walking closer to her.

"Would you like more?" he asked.

"Please. No more," she said in tears.

"Very well then. Maybe we have cured you of that awful trashy mouth? Let's hope so anyway."

He started to slowly caress her legs. His touch was gentle and after the whipping, Andrea practically invited it. The stranger's hand made its way up to the inside of her thigh, kneading and soothing.

"How does this feel?" he asked.

"I bet it feels amazing doesn't it? Most women I touch beg for more if I stop. Will you beg for more?"

"I only beg you to please find it in your heart to let me go."

"I don't see that happening at this point in time. If you are a good girl I might let you go when I m through with you, but for now you are mine."

Andrea felt the stranger's hand brush against the folds of her vagina. She inhaled sharply. He took his index finger, wet it with his mouth, and put it directly on her clitoris, moving it about in small slow circles.

"I can tell just by the way you are moving that this is very stimulating. My guess is you are already wishing my cock were as deep inside your pussy as it could possibly go? Hmm? Am I correct?"

"I don't want to have sex with you. Not now - not ever. And when you stick it in me, I am going to just lay here and pretend I am dead."

"Think what you want, but when it comes down to the deed, I believe you'll be the one asking me not to stop. You have such lovely hips, and your arms are magnificent. Do you workout?"

"Yes."

"It really shows. I bet you like to go to the gym and show off your ass don't you?"

"No."

"I think you are telling me a lie. You know how I feel about ladies who like to tell fibs?"

"No, I don't like to show off my ass. I am telling you the truth."

The stranger stepped over to the wall and pulled down a flogger. He walked back over and slapped it across her stomach several times. Andrea started to produce tears once again.

"I'm sorry. I was lying. I like to show my ass off at the gym." Andrea murmured

"That's better isn't it? Doesn't it make you feel marvelous when you tell the truth?

"Yes."

"Tell me about the last man with which you slept. Was he good in bed or was he just a fuck?"

"The last man was my husband Michael."

"Are you lying to me again?"

"No. It was my husband."

"Why do you insist on deceiving me? I am starting to become rather angry with you my dear.

"I am not lying to you. I swear it."

The stranger slapped her across the thighs several times. Much harder than he did previously. He absolutely enjoyed smacking a woman when she needed an adjustment. To the stranger, women were simply put on earth to serve men in every capacity. They were good for cleaning, cooking, producing offspring, and fucking. Fucking was the highest on his list of priorities.

"Quit crying you little whore. If you tell me the truth then I will stop the pain."

"Please stop. I can't handle this."

"Then let the truth come out of that pretty little mouth of yours."

It took Andrea a moment to catch her breath and to gain control of her tears. She began to tell the stranger what he wanted to hear making her feel very humiliated.

"The last man I was with was Thomas."

"Thomas? Now who is Thomas?"

"He's someone I work with at the firm."

"Does your husband know about this chap named Thomas or does he think that his so called loving wife is dedicated to your eternal marriage?"

"He doesn't know."

"Isn't that something? Athough, I bet you feel like a million bucks now that you let the truth out? Who else have you been with since you were married?"

"No one."

"Gee, I think I am hearing more garbage again. Shall I show you what it feels like to be smacked with a flogger across the breasts?"

"No. Please don't."

"Who else have you fucked since you stood before God and took an oath of lasting love and commitment?"

"There were several others."

"I see. I am dealing with a married whore?"

"I am not a whore."

"Shut up you sniveling little whore. I think it's time to add another notch to your bedpost."

The stranger stepped behind Andrea and took a blindfold off of the wall. As he started to put it around her head, she moved back and forth making his efforts difficult. He slapped her across the face and told her that he would put a knife in her heart if she didn't cooperate like a good little slut. She immediately complied and he successfully blindfolded her with a fur lined leopard spotted bandana.

"What are going to do to me?" Andrea asked.

"I am going to give you what you want. What every married whore wants." The stranger smirked

Andrea felt his hand on her legs again and this time he was rougher. Then he stopped. Several minutes went by and he did not make a sound. "What is he doing?" she thought. Then she felt a wet, cold sensation on her pussy. She knew right away that it was lubrication. She began recalling the time she had gone out with her girlfriends to a bar where she met a gentleman named Andrew. Michel had been out of town at a convention. After what seemed like hours of dancing, he took her to his place for a wild night of sex. The first thing he did was tie her up and blindfolded her. No foreplay was needed, she was ready and willing. Andrew squirted lubricant all over her vagina and immediately shoved his cock inside of her. This was not the same situation though and he was terrified of what this strange man was going to do to her.

"I want you to relax," the strange said.

Andrea felt the man spread her pussy lips and started to push something inside her. It felt very large and started hurting immediately.

"Oh God. What are you doing? It hurts." she whimpered.

"Don't worry my lady. This is just a fun loving toy that I recently purchased, but it just happens to be a little on the large side. It will only hurt as long as you fight it.

The pain was very excruciating to Andrea, but once it was inside her it started to feel much better. Painful sex was not something that belonged on Andrea's pleasure list. Andrew had tied her up and used plenty of lubricant, but his manhood was just too large. It hurt like hell, but because she was drunk she was able to deal with the pain that came with the pleasure. She much preferred a man with a cock that fit in her like a hand in a glove.

"I think it's time for the next size up. What do you think whore?"

"Please stop hurting me. I can't stand it anymore. Just let me go."

Andrea was trying her best not to become stimulated, but her body thought otherwise. Even though it was painful at first, she liked the feeling of being stretched out. It was the feeling of being full that made her want to be fucked. She then felt the man pull the labias to the side again.

"Please be careful," she said. "Just don't hurt me badly."

"I see the whore is starting to give in a little. Let's try this one on for size."

The stranger started to work in a larger dildo. It would take a lot of work, but he knew she would love it once it was all the way in. The last woman loved it so much she had orgasm after orgasm, which he had never seen before. She nearly passed out from the shock waves. After she came to she was begging for more.

Andrea was whimpering and when he started to push the big tool inside her she screamed loud. It hurt like hell and she was begging him to stop, but really what she wanted most was to feel the whole thing inside her. It was a game of a sort; to see if she could really take it all. As she was screaming, the stranger took out his flogger and slapped it across her breasts. She screamed even louder. He slapped several more times and before he was finished. The dildo was all the way inside her pussy. She stopped screaming and he stopped slapping her breasts.

"There. Doesn't that feel better now?" he asked with a big smile.

"Yes. It feels incredible."

"Would you like me to take it out or would you rather I keep it there and fuck you with it for a while?"

"Please don't stop. I have never..."

Just then an orgasm hit her like a speeding train. It sent wave after wave through her body. The intensity was such that she felt like she would explode, literally.

The stranger pulled the dildo out and smacked her vagina with his flogger. Then her breasts were the next target and back to her vagina.

"Tell me how bad you want my cock. How bad do you want me to shove my cock in you."

"Please fuck me. I need you inside me now."

"That doesn't sound very convincing to me. Maybe I should shove this dildo in your ass. How far do you think your asshole will stretch?"

"If you don't fuck me I am going to die. I need you to fuck me long and hard and don't ever stop. Now get up here and fuck me!"

He loved this. He knew he would break her down, but he didn't think it would come this quickly. He pulled his cock from behind the codpiece and placed it in front of her mouth.

"I want you to open you mouth and suck on my cock like you have a deadly disease and it's the cure. Do you understand?"

Before he finished the sentence, she had opened her mouth and taken hold of his cock with her lips. She could smell his masculinity and his taste was very different from all of the other men with which she had been. She wanted him badly.

The stranger decided it was time to take her blindfold off. When he did, she looked at him with adoration and lust that made him smile from ear to ear. She had a hard time sucking his cock while her head was turned, but she managed to take in the whole thing. She was nearly proud of herself considering he was just above average. As she sucked he flogged her legs and breasts. She merely whimpered and kept on with her duty. Just before he was ready to come in her mouth, he pulled out.

"It's time for you to feel what a real fuck is like. Are you ready for it?"

"I am so ready. I want nothing more than to know what your cock feels like moving in and out of me."

He was sure she was about to say pussy, which would have been more pleasurable whipping. He climbed on top of the contraption and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down the slit of her pussy. She tried desperately to move down so his cock would slide in her, but the shackles were preventing such pleasure. The teasing continued for several minutes as he made her beg more and more for his pride and joy. Just when she was about to ask for it again, he slammed it inside of her until they were pelvis to pelvis. The result was an immediate orgasm that may or may not have busted his eardrums. His ears were ringing nonetheless, but he had to continue doing his duty. He pumped in and out of her vigorously for several minutes and then slowed to a snail's pace. She wanted him to speed up but he stayed very slow and rhythmic.

"Who are you?" she said. "Why am I here with you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," he said as sweat was dripping from his mask onto her face

Just then he sped up and fucked her as hard as he could. Slamming into her rapidly and fucking her with all of his might. Andrea was in orgasm heaven.

"Oh yes! Fuck me harder. Harder!"

"You asked for it now you slut."

He pounded her pussy until there was barely any lubricant from her body or from the bottle with which he had poured on her earlier. He felt his scrotum start to tighten and that familiar feeling you get when you are about to come. There was no turning back. He came and she came at the same time. Both were grunting like animals in the jungle fighting over a piece of meat. He pulled out half way through his orgasm and scooted up to her face quickly. He then sank his cock into her mouth and let the rest flow out. She swallowed every bit of it.

"You like the taste don't you? Every whore likes the taste and they always come back for more." Andrea didn't say a word with his cock in her mouth. She just approved with a nod.

The stranger jumped off the table and put on a pair of leather pants and a shirt.

"I believe my job is done here. It's time for you to leave."

"I can't leave unless you untie me," she said with a bright smile.

"I'll untie when the time is right."

He pulled something out of a bag and started fumbling around, but Andrea couldn't tell what he was doing. He turned around quickly and shoved a piece of cloth across her mouth. She fought to struggle free, but the chloroform was too quick for her.

Andrea woke up stark naked as well as disoriented and dehydrated. She appeared to be at a hotel, but she wasn't sure where. She looked out the window and recognized the coffee shop across the street. She was still in her hometown and at the Double Tree Suites hotel. She looks across the room and noticed an envelope sitting on the other double bed. She quickly went over to it, tore it open and unfolded a letter.

Dear Andrea,

I hope you enjoyed the adventures I arranged for you last night? I know about your extra marital affairs since one of your friends was kind enough to tell about them. I only heard about three, but I understand there's more? Anyway, she said there were more, but unfortunately didn't know the details. So I thought it would be kind of interesting to make arrangements for you to have some fun which would allow me to video tape the whole thing. Isn't this great? My guess is that your heart is beating rapidly and you're saying to yourself that this can't be happening, but it is. I assure you it is. So here's what we need to decide. Either we divorce and I get everything including half of your retirement plan or we can stay together? If we stay together there is a catch. Our relationship will be an open one. When we are going to be with someone else, the other one must be present and they also must agree to the situation. If you decide to stray when I am not there to witness the excitement and games then the whole deal is off and I get everything including alimony, etc. If you agree to stay together then you must sign the contract I have prepared. You'll find it attached to this letter.


Stranger



He turned into the driveway, noticing the house was dim in the early dusk of the evening. As he stepped through the front door, he noticed a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom. A faint moaning caught his attention, coming from the front room. 

He crept in, trying to be silent, to peek around the corner of the wall. To his disbelief, he saw a strange man with his head buried in his wife's lap. Her hands were wrapped in his hair, her legs around his ribs. She looked as if she were enjoying herself. He wanted to jump out, yell, scream, threaten, anything but this. He could only watch, transfixed as if by a wreck, eyes bulging as her cries of passion grew with her impending explosion. 

Dimly, startled, he noticed his almost painful erection. He looked on with growing interest as the stranger brought her to yet another orgasm, her screams ringing through the otherwise empty house. The man got up, and he could see that this was no ordinary guy, at least nine or ten inches, and wide as a baby's' arm. She couldn't even get the whole head past her lips. Fascinated, he watched as she licked it like a lollypop, running her tongue up and down the sides. 

Pulling the stranger down beside her, she got up, straddling his chest. He watched in amazement as she slowly impaled herself on that giant cock, his own being softly stroked by his own hand. She started moaning loudly as she reached the halfway point, her body shuddering, crying out as she took even more, the pain and pleasure adding a strange lilt to her voice. 

Suddenly she forced herself down all the way, bucking furiously, the contractions in her hot pussy evident in the way she rode the stranger so hard. He could handle no more. Yelling as he jumped out from the corner, he pulled a handgun from the drawer in the counter. The stranger never hesitated, didn't even bother grabbing for his clothes. 

Instead, he ran screaming and dodging out the front door, his giant cock suddenly flaccid. He turned to her, his eyes blazing. Slowly she walked up to him, licking her lips, then his. He tossed the gun on the counter, taking her in his arms. As he sank into her depths, she whispered in his ear about next weekend's fun...



Stranger



He called again last night. He told me that in the morning there would be a box on my porch that I was to get it inside the house, place it in my bedroom, and leave it there, unopened. He would be calling again tomorrow night. 

Then he had me turn out all the lights and get in bed, snuggled in safely under the down comforter as he told me one last story. Of a man who finally has to hold the woman of his dreams. Of how he held her tenderly, and tasted her lips as if they were made of the finest and rarest of wine. Of how he stroked her to ease the fear that caused her heart to beat in triple time within her chest. Then, just as I drifted off to sleep I remember hearing the phone hang up. 

Tonight as I sit here remembering his words of last night I look out the window at the beautiful sunset as it sets over the mountains in the distance. I remember bits and pieces of the conversations He and I have had over the last year and understand that all this time has been leading up to now. I was certainly tired of being alone. I admit that. However, this was just so strange. As I lifted the coffee cup to my lips to take a sip, I noticed the trembling of my hands…. every nerve in my body was drawing tight.

There was no question he knew who I was, and I had long ago stopped asking him how he knew me, and from where. He called me once or twice a week, every week for over a year now. I had not really felt afraid of him, not in a long time. Just a little uneasy after talking to him. I mean, its almost like we had developed a sort of relationship if that is possible from just talking to each other…yet I knew nothing of him. He seemed to always touch on something I was feeling inside during his calls. Our conversations encompassed many topics sometimes it was all sexual, and at other times it was just easy conversations. I began to listen to the things he said to me. I found that he found his way into my dreams…this faceless apparition that haunted me over the phone lines. I began to dream of the stories he would weave for me during the late night calls.

His stories held my attention. I didn't really understand why such tales held such appeal to him, and more than that I didn't understand why I listened to them with such rapt attention because they frightened me at times, yet eventually became so very erotic to me. Overtime they came to sound romantic, and desirable. They were erotic tales of bondage, and sadomasochism. The stories were of women, enslaved by strong seemingly cruel men. Why would any self-respecting woman want it? His answer. "It is stepping back to that time her heart belongs to. It is where she longs to be. In addition, if it was not right for her, there is no way she could be held there. It is that place where her heart beats most true…in service.

I got the idea the woman is his story was always the same in his mind. I once asked him what she looked like…he described her as a small woman with a beautiful breasts far to large for her frame. With short auburn hair, and piercing eyes that made you never want to look away…"One as beautiful as you." He would say. 

That always made my heart skip a beat and sometimes when he said this I would hang up the phone, or I would ask him why he kept calling me…what did he want? His answer was always the same "You have a beautiful heart." Tonight, as I sit here thinking watching the beautiful sunset in the distance, I think of only him. It is rather silly, perhaps even dangerous, as I knew nothing of him. I did not even know his name, or where he was from. All I knew of his was his voice, and his stories. The phone rang startling me from my thoughts. I knew before I picked it up that it was him. I picked it up with a knot of apprehension in my throat and seemed to whisper, "Hello."

"You are to go into your bedroom and undress. Slip the blind fold over your beautiful eyes, and then take the metal cuffs I sent to you and put the first one on your wrist, lace the chain around one of the bars on your headboard and then clip the cuff onto the other wrist and relax there on your back as you await me…"I am afraid", I whispered to him with tears in my eyes. "I knew," he said to me. Then he hung up the phone. I had now way of knowing how close he was, or how long he would be in getting to me. I thought of calling the police, but something in my gut said not to. I got up, went to my bedroom, and undressed. I slipped the soft silky blindfold over my eyes just before I snapped the first cuff loosely on my antique iron headboard. With a choked sob, I snapped the other cuff into place. With snapping of the second cuff on my wrist, securing my body helplessly to my bed, I knew that I was about to say goodbye to something…. 

I prayed it was not my life. I prayed that my intuition was right, and I was in no danger. I lay the waiting silently, chewing on my bottom lip trying not to cry as I shivered like a young lamb at the alter.

I thought I heard him breathing. I whimpered. "I am here with now…finally. After so long of waiting, of wanting…here we are. "He whispered to me. I swallowed hard unable to make a sound. " I am watching you…how your beautiful breasts quiver as your body shivers. You fear me and I understand…but soon you will understand there is nothing to fear but yourself. "He touched me. I felt his hand as it followed the path of my ribcage, but he didn't touch my breast. I still made not one sound. His hand caressed over my belly, and my thigh all the way down to my left foot, where he slipped something around my ankle, and then almost as quickly, my right ankle. His touch…was so gentle, his voice so kind ands soft as he asked, "Are you O.K.?"

I nodded my head. One by one, my ankles were secured to the comers of the bed. I felt my pussy come to life as I pulled my legs gently and felt his straps pull back. He said softly, low. "You are so beautiful". He put his hand in the center of my chest, and whispered, "I feel it."

I swallowed hard once again and asked in barely more than a horses whisper, "You feel what?" His answer was slow coming, "The beating of your slave heart" I choked back a sob and began to struggle. Terror shortly gripping me…. words that terrified me, words that I didn't want to hear. Not here, not now…not tied…not so helpless. I could hardly breathe. I felt the weight of his body as he lay atop me. His hands gripping my head with them as he put his lips to my ear, "Shhhhh…. you are safe. Shhhhh." He stroked my hair as he lay there atop me his touch meant only to calm me. I could smell him, an aftershave I couldn't put a name to. My heart was still pounding inside me, but the terror slowly subsided.

It was the softest touches, when his lips met mine. It was hard to breath with him lying atop me as he was. My lips were partly opened, and he kissed first the top, then the bottom. His fingers stroked at the sides of my head as he still held my face within his hands. Ever slowly, his hands moved from my face and traveled up each arm until they were feeling and exploring my cuffed hands above my head. As he caressed me his kiss became deeper with his tongue moving into my mouth, exploring. The tension seemed to leave my body then.

He pulled his lips from mine, and he kissed my cheeks He spoke to me in words so soft and sweet…he told me of how I smelled just as sweet as he knew I would, of how soft and smooth my skin was. I felt his fingers in my hair as he pulled me head back gently and kissed my bare neck. He moaned then, that deep masculine sound caused butterflies to flutter in my tummy, and my clit responded. He held my head there, firmly as he pushed his groin into me, the firmness of his cock pressing right against my clitoris was undeniable. I could not lie still…I pushed back…desire becoming my focus. 

He groaned and massages himself against my bare pussy for the longest time. My hips began pumping under him, even as I did it I felt humiliated at the way my body responded so wantonly. "Oh god" I whispered. The first little spasm caught me off guard and my body twitched in sweet rapturous spasms as I orgasm. "Oh yes sweet baby…. gimme your cum…give it all to me." His breathing had picked up and his masculine sounds of encouragement mixed beautifully with my soft whimper.

In disbelief I lay, they're beneath him. I had never been able to orgasm for a man before, never. Not even with oral sex had I ever cum in response to the touch of a man. I could not believe it. He stood up, leaving me to writhe there on the bed in his ties. The metal of the cuffs were biting into my wrists. One by one he opened them and replaced them with soft fleece lined leather cuffs, telling me how this will make me more comfortable. He helped me to stand beside the bed, and tied my hands over my head. Now, I was standing and I didn't know where he was. 

Softly I spoke, "where are you?" He answered me immediately, "I am here in front of you, watching you. You are a beautiful woman. He came closer to me and I felt his breath on my face just before I felt his lips against mine again, how I loved the feel of his lips. He kissed me passionately before pulling back leaving me to want more and strain forward toward him. "Such a greedy girl. There will be plenty of time to kiss me. For now, I want to see you, turn for me slowly and let me see your body."

I began to turn for him, my steps small and unhurried. My breath anything but relaxed. I had never been tied before. The tension it created in my chest made it hard to breath with my hands over my head but never once did I think to ask him to untie me. Some how I liked being there for him, exactly as he wanted me. I could feel him watching me, just as he whispered. "Stop". I froze where I was. His hands caressed the sides of my breast. He pushed them together and teased my nipples with his thumbs. At first, his touch there caused me to jerk as if I had been shocked. I started quivering again as my nipples puckered into hard little pebbles of flesh. 

"You like that don't you? All I could do was whimper; I couldn't find a voice to respond with. He captured my left nipple in his mouth and sucked softly. I walked into him, my body hungry and responding to the sexual fire, he was building inside me. "Oh yoyos, "I whispered. "I can smell you", he said to me as he rolled my nipples in his fingers. "I can smell your desire. You have a lovely scent of need sweet lady. I do not know how long I will be able to resist. Ask me to pinch your nipple…I want to hear you ask me to please pinch your tender nipple". 

The sound of his voice made me wild. I wanted to feel so much more. His touch was consuming me. I wanted to give him what he wanted, what he needed. With a choked sob I whispered, "Please pinch it". He moaned low as he squeezed my nipple and pulled causing my tit to quiver on my chest. I gasped and moved. I walked into him pressing my lower body against him. Lips closed and my head back I tried to bravely bare the sharp pain he caused to shoot through my nipple. He suddenly released it. I cried out, I could not' handle the sudden throb. He buried his head against me chest and sucked it. Soothed it. I was gasping. Tears fell from my eyes causing the soft silky blindfold to become wet. I didn't think I could handle that kind of hurt anymore. However, I already knew I needed the touch of this man. I knew that before he came, I knew that…when I blinded myself and bound myself to the bed in preparation of him…I needed him.

He lifted his mouth form my breast and tenderly kissed my cheek where a tear had strayed. He put his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him. The feel and the smell of the colane covering his body aroused me. "You are a tender one little lass. Your training has just begun. It will be slow going but you will be able to take that and ten times Morin time. You will learn to crave it. You will beg me to hurt you…and in time, you will learn to love my pain and where I can take you. "I stood there against him with my hands secured over my head… tied there. He whispered to me. "I want to whip you". "I inhaled sharply as a sense of dread flooded through me I didn't think I could take being whipped, and I told him so. "It doesn't always have to hurt my love; will you trust me not to hurt you? Will you trust me to show you how it can feel beautiful without pain?" I didn't understand how and I was afraid, but I didn't want to tell him no, I nodded.

I heard him as he rummaged through his bags. I heard plastic rattling…then chain. I heard Zippers opening, closing, and lids snapping. He came back to me and I felt him pull my arms tighter over my head tightening my torso. Stretching me. Next, I felt him press his sweet lips to each of my nipples. The music of Enigma floated through the air. He let the tails of his floggers caress me. Gently dragging them up and down my body. I felt tingles ripple up and down my spine as the tips caressed me. "Are you ready?" I clenched my bound hands into tiny fist as if to hold on land shock my head yes.

The first blow was across y shoulders. No pain, only a thud. Soon after the first came the second, and on and on. He whipped me with two floggers at the same time. Alternating left and right up and down. He stroked the back of my thighs, and my ass and around my hips to the front of my legs, my tummy, and my breasts. Not one time did it hurt? I found myself drifting as I stood there drifting to the beat of Enigma in the background. I felt so relaxed I floated. I felt safe. I felt beautiful and not alone. My body went on and on. I didn't even realize it had stopped when it did. I was tingling all over with unusual sensation. I came back to him when he stepped to the front of me, and kissed my lips softly. His hands caressed me all over. I felt them run gently up the front of my thighs and then between them. I felt the leather covering his finger as he used the very tip to separate my pussy lips, and gently rub my clit. He stood with his body against mine and pressed my head against him, speaking soft words to me. I can't understand I thought…I heard him but I couldn't understand what he said to me.

His fingers expertly stroked against my clit until it was as I was connected to a string and hew gently reeling it closer and closer…when I whimpered and bucked the rhythm didn't change…slow and steady. I heard myself as if from a distance cry out…the cry sounded so anguished, almost angry and it matched the furious bucking of my hips as his fingers caused my body to get lost in the exquisite contractions of release. He held my head to his chest as his fingers continued…tapering…until his touch there disappeared. When he released me, took me to the bed to lie down, and positioned me on my stomach. He lay beside me and held me as slowly my breathing returned to normal. He swept the damp hair clinging to my face away. I lay there so very still, so very aware of him. 

I felt his lips kiss my cheek. "How do you feel?" he whispered to me. "Alive," I whispered back. He laughed softly. "Would you like to see me now?" I smiled and nodded in response to his question. He moved to pull the blindfold from my eyes saying. "Keep your eyes closed for a moment, open them when I tell you to, roll over on your side and face me. "I turned as he instructed me to, lying on my side. "You may open your eyes now."

Slowly, I opened them. There looking back at me were the kindest eyes of brown I had ever seen and I caught my breath. I studied his face, his lips. I guess I smiled cause he smiled back at me. He began to speak. "There is so much more for you. I have so much to offer you…and you have the heart I seek. I have felt you from a far for over a year now. I have had the chance to feel you with my body, my hands, my heart…and I know what I already knew to be true…you are the chosen one.



Stranger



This short piece of fiction is dedicated to someone who wants to remain anonymous, a regular reader of Literotica stories, and one who asked if I would be up for a little role-playing in her fantasy. Enjoy.

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His finger teased her clitoris, gently tapping to the beat of the music.

“I wish you’d just get on with it and stick that monster in me,” Jude told the stranger, almost ordering him to fuck her. “I haven’t had a cock that big before,” she added, admiring her lover’s nine inches of solid meat. She lowered her head into his lap, stretching her mouth in an attempt to fit in the purple head and slightly bent shaft.

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The night hadn’t turned out to be quite what Jude had expected. Her girlfriend, Sharon, had told her that there would be at least two boys to every girl. When Jude and Sharon entered the dimly lit club, the two were the only females there. At least thirty guys turned to watch the girls sit at a corner booth. A tall black thirty-something approached the girls and asked Sharon to dance. Sharon tossed her long blond hair over her left shoulder, winked at Jude and took his hand. They smooched on the dance floor, twenty-nine pairs of eyes watched as the black guy fondled Sharon’s ass, feeling for her underwear through her faded denim miniskirt; he found none, Sharon never wore panties or bra.

Jude began to feel vulnerable. A tall, dark, handsome twenty-something sat next to Jude. She could see a large bulge pressing hard against his trousers.

“Like to dance?” he whispered in her ear, gently kissing her lobe as he waited for her reply.

“I’d rather not,” answered Jude as a shiver coursed up her spine as she felt the stranger’s tongue taste her ear lobe. It was Jude’s weakest moment; she couldn’t resist giving in to anyone who touched her lobes.

“Perhaps you want something else?” has asked.

“Perhaps.”

He placed a hand on Jude’s thigh and brushed lightly against her inner thigh. She wanted him to stop and she wanted him to continue. She was aware that she was now the focus of at least half of the men in the club, but she didn’t care.

The stranger sensed her thoughts, “Don’t worry about them, most of them are gay anyway, and the rest are here to see the band” he whispered, gently sucking her lobe again.

Jude reached out and rested her hand on his crotch, feeling his cock swell beneath the material. She had had sex in several public places in her thirty-two years with two ex-husbands and numerous ex-lovers. Once her juices flowed, she didn’t care who, where or when she fucked; and the thought of her having this stranger fuck her in this dingy night club did something to her that made her labia swell and her clitoris harden. Jude opened her legs further, letting the stranger have easy access to her sex.

His fingers brushed against her slit now. He could feel her wetness as he slid his fingers into Jude’s opening. His thumb teased her hard clitoris, making Jude gasp as her pleasure intensified.

Jude pulled his cock from the zipper she opened. His cock was the biggest she had held in her hand, and it continued to harden as she pull back his foreskin to reveal pre-cum, slippery and slimy, at the eye.

“I wish you’d just get on with it and stick that monster in me,” Jude told the stranger, ordering him to fuck her. “I haven’t had a cock that big before,” she added, admiring her lover’s nine inches of solid meat. She lowered her head into his lap, stretching her mouth in an attempt to fit in the purple head and slightly bent shaft.

The stranger began to tap her clitoris in time with the beat of the music. Jude felt an orgasm build inside her. She paid no mind to the prying eyes from the various tables and bar in the shady club. They way she was feeling, she could take them all on, and it wouldn’t take much to let them.

Jude dropped her head onto the stranger’s lap and struggled to take his swollen cock into her mouth. She wanted him desperately now, and nothing was going to stop her now.

On the dance floor, Sharon could make out her friend’s head in the lap of some guy. Sharon knew exactly what her nymphomaniac friend was capable of, and Sharon had no intentions of interrupting.

Jude straddled her stranger’s lap and eased his cock into her opening. Some pressure, then the usual filling her pussy loved; only now, she felt fuller than she had for some time. A memory of her first husband flashed into her memory - fucking her with the biggest black dildo she had chosen from a sex shop in Soho. Her husband had taken Jude into a small cubicle used for trying on clothes and underwear. The curtain fell short, leaving a gap of about 18” from the floor. Anyone in the sex shop would have seen exactly what Jude and her husband were up to, and that made Jude tip over the top, giving her the most thunderous orgasm she had ever had as her husband fucked Jude’s pussy with a 12” dildo.

The stranger felt Jude’s vagina clasp onto his shaft, massaging his full length the every push. “I’m cumming,” he gasped.

“Fuck it, fuck it hard, deeper,” Jude gasped as her orgasm climaxed, her juices running onto her lover’s balls, staining the material of the booth. Her lover’s cock pulsed as he erupted, filling her pussy of semen with every pulse of his body. They sat still, savouring the moment. Jude felt his fluid ooze from her pussy as he begun to shrink inside her.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“No problem,” he replied as the band begun their second number.

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Stranger



The night began to chill, as the mid-summer's sun slowly set on the Louisiana bayou. The city came to life, almost magically, with the darkening sky. The streets slowly filled with patrons making their way from place to place, hoping to catch a mere glimpse into the secrets hiding deep within the heart of the cold city. Behind the dark knowing eyes of the locals, down the dark alleyways lurking in the shadows, in every storefront and on every street corner lies the absolute presence of an undeniable power. A power so dark and evil, that which couldn't possibly be fathomed by mere mortals.

Vincent and Gabrielle arrived in New Orleans just in time to enjoy the evening's festivities. Once they'd had their fill of food and drink, they settled down to relax on their terrace overlooking the hotel's courtyard. The melodic rhythm of the music coming from the band down below filled the air as Vincent slowly sank into the overstuffed, dark leather chair, while Gabrielle rubbed the tension from his aching shoulders.

Gabrielle bent closer to him and burned a trail of soft wet kisses around the back of his neck sensually, lingeringly making her way from one side to the other. She sucked on his earlobes, her warm breath driving him wild with desire. 

Slowly removing Vincent's shirt, Gabrielle grazed his bronze flesh, taunting him as she manipulated the buttons. He was completely relaxed by her gentle touch and groaned with obvious pleasure as she took his pert, hard nipple into her soft warm mouth. Further she sucked with increasing intensity, and louder Vincent's groans became.

Just as the pleasure became unbearable for Vincent to take, Gabrielle took his throbbing cock into her hand and began stroking rhythmically. Vincent could hardly contain himself as his cock further hardened within her tight grip, the ecstasy nearly too much to take. Gabrielle lowered her head, enveloping Vincent's swollen shaft within her soft warm mouth. She sucked profusely, nearly bringing Vincent to orgasm, stopping just seconds before. She stood, slowly freeing herself from the confines of her own binding clothing, never breaking eye contact with Vincent. He stroked his hard shaft while he watched Gabrielle. She was sensuous, and fluid in her movements. 

Vincent grew more excited with every tantalizing glimpse of new flesh. Gabrielle slowly removed her buttons until her was completely open, exposing her full breasts, taut nipples, and washboard stomach. She unfastened her pants and removed them, slowly bending over for Vincent to view her shaven, bejeweled pussy, which was already moist with desire. He inwardly longed for her to hurry, not being able to withstand much more of this sweet torture.

Almost instinctively, Gabrielle stripped her pants off and started walking towards Vincent, her eyes heavy with desire. She reached down and teasingly rubbed her wet clit, raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her juices from her fingers.

Vincent, his gaze still affixed on her, instantly knew he must have some of the same. He stood, offering her his seat, and knelt down before her. Gabrielle felt the warmth of his breath dance across her bare flesh as his mouth closed in on her throbbing wet pussy. He spread her outer lips exposing her inner sweetness he so desired and plunged his tongue hungrily within her. Oh how he loved the essence of her as it wafted up filling his nostrils. He breathed her in deeply, completely, while he continued to love her with his mouth.

In one fluid motion, Vincent scooped Gabrielle up in his arms, took her seat, and placed her in his lap, upon his thick hard shaft. Gabrielle moaned with sheer delight as he slowly slid his way into her, filling her completely to the very core of her being.

Their bodies were intertwined in a tangle of flesh. Their souls merging, becoming one as they melted together in a climactic explosion. From the very tips of their fingers right down through their toes. Every individual nerve ending exploding with pleasure. 

Vincent came with such intensity and force that he felt as though he was being ripped in two. Gabrielle felt the heat as his hot cum flooded her tight wet pussy. She too, came with incomparable intensity and measure. Her pussy throbbed and pulsated in a climactic frenzy, her cum soaking Vincent's cock. She then turned around and put her mouth on his cock, which was soaking wet with their mingling juices. He too drank the same nectar from her pussy as she lowered it to his mouth. 

As they both settled into post climatic bliss, Gabrielle repositioned herself and curled up in Vincent's arms, resting her head upon his chest. He smoothed her tousled curls from her face and tenderly placed a kiss upon her brow as they both drifted off to sleep. 

Gabrielle woke the following morning to find the sky clear, and free of any clouds. The sun was slowly rising, casting rays of golds and ambers upon dawn's new day. She opened the french doors that lead out onto the terrace and stepped outside. She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs to capacity with the clean fresh air. 

The building was very old, and quite beautiful to say the least. It had been completely overgrown with ivy, allowing only a peak here and there of the dark stone. She leaned against the black iron rail that enclosed the terrace, admiring the courtyard below. Just as the rest of the historical building, the courtyard was completely covered in ivy. It flourished in the corners where the walls met the floor, and in the cracks amongst the cobblestones. It gave the courtyard unique character, a sense of depth, and a sense of life. 

Gabrielle wondered what stories would be told, if these walls had the means to do so. Although there still lay the presence of an unknown, yet undeniable darkness, it's power and intensity had been subdued with the rising sun. As she stood pondering this thought, her attention was suddenly averted.

A man's voice was coming from the other side of the courtyard. Gabrielle glanced up and there was the Stranger, staring back at her. He appeared unnaturally still. There was no way the words she'd just heard had come from this man's mouth, which also remained suspiciously still. 

He stood on the terrace directly across from her own. Such as herself, he was clad in nothing but the white terry robe provided by the hotel. In spite of the thick dense material hanging past his knees, she was able to see he was quite a bit taller, and certainly larger than average, however still somewhat unassuming. 

Gabrielle made eye contact with him, his piercing gaze seemed to burn right through to her very soul. As a charming smirk crept across his face, she came to the uneasy realization that he'd witnessed she and Vincent's lovemaking the previous evening. Being taken by total surprise, Gabrielle was completely dumbfounded. Before she could muster some sort of response, the Stranger vanished seemingly into thin air. 

Gabrielle turned to go find Vincent and fill him in on what had just occurred. To her surprise, he'd been standing behind her all along and heard first hand, the Stranger's explicit words of praise. This excited the hell out of Vincent, knowing that this intriguing and somewhat unsettling Stranger had been watching them. Just knowing that the Stranger stroked his own cock as he watched Gabrielle seductively sucking on his. 

Ah, the sweet seductive pleasure. He could feel her warm mouth enveloping his full swollen cock all over again. The image was oh so vivid in his mind. With that, he turned to Gabrielle and gestured for her to sit down. He slowly parted her legs, and sensually rubbed his hands up her inner thighs as he did so. It was one fluid motion, which, in conjunction with the need and desire in Vincent's eyes, instantly aroused her beyond belief. 

He knelt down in front of her, pulling her closer to him, as well as the edge of the chair. Deeply breathing her in, he became intoxicated by the perfume of their mingled juices. His cock throbbed and grew even harder as his mouth neared her pussy. Slowly teasing, he watched her eyes dance, becoming more turned on the closer he got. 

Gabrielle felt warmth over come her entire body with the first touch of Vincent's soft tongue to her wet clit. She spread her legs further, making herself more accessible to him. This was incredibly hot to Vincent, as he watched her unfold, instinctively opening herself up to him. 

With his thick fingers, he spread her outer lips exposing her inner sweetness and arousing her further yet. Not being able to withstand another second, Gabrielle pleaded for him to give in to her, and only then did he finally insert his fingers into her throbbing pussy. He continued with slow sensuous rhythm, coming completely out of her, and plunging back in again.

The Stranger's tentative gaze and lustful expression not going unnoticed, Vincent chose to keep Gabrielle's orgasm at bay. As he continued to pleasure her with his mouth and fingers, her arousal heightened intensely. Every time she reached the brink of orgasm, Vincent would ease up just long enough to keep her from climaxing. He teasingly licked and nibbled on her swollen clit.

Suddenly they heard the Stranger moaning with pleasure, for he too was teetering deliciously on the brink of orgasm. He was vigorously jacking his hard cock as he watched Vincent bury his face in Gabrielle's not snatch. He jacked his cock harder and faster, nearing climax. He imagined what Vincent's mouth must feel like watching his tongue work over her clit. 

He then imagined what it would feel like to have Vincent's full lips around his own hard cock. He squeezed even tighter and stroked continuously faster, reaching climax and cumming all over himself. 

Knowing the Stranger had been fully satisfied, Vincent decided to let Gabrielle enjoy her climax as well. While he continued eating her soaking wet pussy, he delved his fingers inside of her, instantly making her cum and drenching his face completely. Heading back indoors to continue, Vincent and Gabrielle both cast a backward glance to find the Stranger had once again vanished, seemingly in to thin air.

Vincent and Gabrielle spent the next few days enjoying the sights of the city, seeing all of her riches, taking in all that she had to offer. They both sensed there was indeed more to behold than what met the eye. Vincent couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but he felt the presence of something else, something much more powerful, and much, much darker.

Vincent and Gabrielle were engaging in a romantic, candlelit dinner at a quaint little bistro when that familiar chill suddenly set in the air. Although they could not place it, they certainly recognized the eerie presence that lingered, almost tauntingly. Suddenly, as if being willed to do so, they both looked up from the table to find their intriguing Stranger intently staring back at them. He sat at a table far back in the corner of the restaurant, lurking in the shadows.

Gabrielle and Vincent looked at each other both knowing now without a doubt that their intriguing Stranger was the source of the overwhelming darkness that continued to hang over the city. They looked back up to find his gaze still upon them. Only this time they noticed they young woman sitting right beside him. His hands were under the table lifting her skirt and spreading her legs, exposing her unclothed snatch. 

Vincent and Gabrielle were both instantly turned on by this erotic display, and started a little fondling of their own. They continued to watch the intriguing Stranger have his way with this night's tasty morsel. Tucked away in a dimly lit corner booth themselves, Vincent leaned back in to his bench pulling Gabrielle back onto him, her back against his belly. Bringing his arms around her, gently rubbing and caressing the inside of her thighs while slightly parting them. Her intoxicating scent filled Vincent's nostrils and his cock instantly became hard as a rock. 

The Stranger continued to manipulate the woman's wet pussy while Vincent and Gabrielle readily continued to watch, their own needs and desires nearly taking over. They could not, however, take their eyes off of the Stranger, imagining what his power and darkness must make him capable of. Although this was only speculation on their part for they knew not even half of his true capabilities. 

Suddenly, as if he somehow already knew what they were thinking, the Stranger violently grabbed the woman and slammed her down on his hard cock. He repeatedly rammed it further, harder and deeper into her. All the while the woman was unable to cry out due to the hold he had over her mind.

Gabrielle spread her legs farther apart while Vincent sensuously made love to her pussy with his hands. He periodically spread her outer lips, and she moaned with ecstasy every time. He began massaging her ass, relaxing her muscles. He felt her muscles easing to his sensual touch, and plunged a finger within her. 

Gabrielle picked up where he left off, plunging her fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy, as he masterfully worked his in and out, further relaxing her muscles. Vincent continued on, massaging her hot, hungry ass both inside and out until he was satisfied that she was now ready for him. 

Pulling his finger out and replacing it with his thick hard shaft, he slowly thrust his cock into her ass, the pleasure intensifying greatly as he inched harder and deeper. His rhythm increased with every forceful thrust while he reached between her legs and replaced her fingers with his own. 

He slowed his movement, feeling every inch of her. Slowly he slid out until he was just about completely out of her, and even more deliberately thrust back in, filling her completely. He continued on, massaging and probing her pussy with his finger, feeling it clear through to the head of his own shaft. The sensations shooting through him were of indescribable measure, and felt by Gabrielle as well. They reached their threshold together, a tidal wave of sweet hot cum erupting in a climactic explosion.

Simultaneously, the Stranger climaxed, which to their disbelief and utter surprise, included a magnificent manifestation of sorts. As he thrashed his head back his canines metamorphisized into fangs, which he hungrily sank deep into the woman's neck, drawing the warm thick liquid from her veins and draining her completely of her lifeforce. As her frail body went limp in his arms he withdrew from her veins, licking the last drops from his lip, and looked up to find Vincent and Gabrielle staring at him dumbfounded, in utter awe.

Not wanting to be the next course, they were quick on their feet as they bolted from their table. They scrambled through the bistro, knocking over several chairs, a few tables, and nearly hitting a couple patrons. Finally reaching the entrance after what felt like an eternity, they made their way through the doorway, never looking back.

Once free from the confines of the restaurant, they were able to break into full speed. Both of their hearts were pounding rapidly and their brows were damp with perspiration. Never before had either of them feared for their lives in such a way. 

Gabrielle could just feel the Stranger at her heels causing the little hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. But she dare not look back, for fear that she will confirm what she now only suspects. Her fear and panic drastically intensified as she further entertained this scenario in her head, her vivid and rather overactive imagination getting the best of her as it often did.

Just as she was about to surrender to the nagging little voice encouraging her to turn and see what followed, Vincent grabbed hold of her forearm and pulled her through the doorway of their hotel building, with one swift motion. 

Feeling safer in Vincent's arms than anywhere else on earth, she suddenly had the courage to face her demon. She turned back only to be genuinely surprised to find it was nothing more than her imagination running away with her.



Stranger Among Us



"Bye, honey. I'll see you when you get home." Leyla straightens her husband's tie, and leans up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiles down at her, brushing her hair back.

"Two weeks, huh.." Leyla mutters, whilst looking down sadly. Her husband's eyes soften as he grabs her hands gently, causing her attention to return to his face.

"I promise, Leyla. I'll be back as fast as I can." He kisses her sweetly, squeezing her hands reassuringly. Leyla nods, signing once more.

"I know, Alex.. Just.. hurry, okay?" A sincere smile graces his features again before kissing Leyla on the lips, and walking out the door for two weeks. Her husband's job had its pros and cons. It always seemed as though she and his job were competing for his attention, and his job always triumphed over her. The car lights have disappeared from her field of vision finally, making Leyla breathe out. She walks back in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, staring at the clock silently. The short nightie clings to her body as the cold surface of the counter creeps up her bare legs. A crack of thunder snaps Leyla out of her dazed state, standing her up abruptly. The sound of rain follows soon after, foreshadowing a terrible thunderstorm. Every light in the house flickers, then shuts off completely. Much to her dismay, Leyla grabs a flashlight under the kitchen sink, flashing it around the house. 

"The storm must've disturbed the power box.." She flashes the light on the door leading to the basement where the power box is located. Before she can touch the doorknob, the lights flicker back on, causing Leyla to sign in relief. She really loathe going into the basement. It was dark, murky, and just eerie. A loud yawn erupts from her mouth, quickly slapping a hand over it.

"Guess it's time for bed.." 

[Leyla's Point of View]

Another crack of thunder echoes around the room, waking me up again. Groaning, I roll over to Alex's side of the bed. I hug his pillow to my chest, burying my nose in plush material. I can still smell his cologne, and shampoo on it. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to hold back a few tears that threatened to spill. I knew I'd miss him, but not this much as to where I'd cry. I mean, I saw him a few hours back, and he did say I could call him. I wipe my eyes with my forearm, sniffling softly. Considering the storm won't let me get some rest, I should at least get something to eat. Once down stairs, I turn the kitchen lights on. 

"Maybe some pasta from yesterday would be good.." I put a plate of pasta in the microwave for a few minutes, and wait. As my pasta heats up, there's a knock at the door. 

"Who could that be at midnight? I hope it's Alex.." My heart throbs as I run toward the door. I open it enthusiastically, awaiting my husband's face, but I get another surprise. A tall Caucasian man, roughly 6'2" is standing in my doorway, drenched from the downpour. His features are strong, and chiseled. His chocolate brown hair sticks to his forehead, dripping water down on his face. His eyes look somewhat black, and he has light stubble on his chin. He is very handsome.. The man chuckles deeply, causing me to blush. I guess I had been staring. "I-I'm sorry.. Was there something you needed, sir?" I ask him politely after clearing my throat somewhat awkwardly. He smiles a perfect, pearly white smile that makes my eyes widen a little.

"Oh, yeah.. My car broke down over there.. And I don't have my phone." He says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at a black Range Rover. His deep, yet smooth voice has got me captive, and those dark eyes... Jesus, let me stop looking. I'm married! I nod my head stupidly. The next words that slip out my mouth surprise me and the stranger.

"Well, you could use my phone to call your insurance company or a relative or something.. T-that is if you want to.." I hadn't realized it until now, but my thighs are rubbing together harshly, creating friction. I grip the edge of my nightie, realizing how revealed I look to this extremely handsome stranger. He smiles down at me again, running a large hand through his chocolate locks, depriving them of any water droplets. 

"That'd be great, ma'am. Thank you." I step aside, letting the soaked stranger in first. He looks around my house in awe.

"Nice place you got here." I smile, nodding my head.

"Thank you. Me and my husband pay on it 50/50." I lower my head slightly when I say "husband". 

"Oh? Well I'd better hurry, or hubby'll get jealous." He says playfully, laughing a little. 

"That won't really be necessary.. he's away on a business trip for two weeks, so by all means take your time." I smile gently. He looks surprised, but smiles also. I point toward the phone on the wall. He nods, getting the message. My pasta beeps from the kitchen. I hold up a finger to him, signaling that I would be back. He nods silently, holding the phone to his ear. I take the plate of steamy pasta out the microwave, walking back into the living room just as he sets the phone back on the receiver. 

"Well.. my insurance company said it would take them a few days to get from Minnesota to Florida, so.."

"You live in Minnesota? What the heck are you doing all the way down in Florida?" 

"For my job." Is the short response I get. I put the plate of pasta on the living room table, sighing.

"Well, I guess you could stay here until your car is fixed. A few days isn't long." The stranger smiles widely, reaching his huge hand out to shake mine. His handshake is surprisingly gentle, considering his muscular physique. 

"Thank you so much. I can't find words to express how grateful I am." A small blush forms on my cheeks, making me drop my head in embarrassment. I wave my hand dismissively. 

"I-it's fine.. I'm sure you want a warm shower though. You're soaked, and cold." I stand up, grabbing his forearm, and dragging him toward the bathroom. His muscles flex slightly as I tug him along. I can tell he's letting me pull him, considering how much bigger he is compared to me. Once in the bathroom, I hand him a towel and a wash cloth.

"Here. I'll get you some of my husband's clothes. I hope you can fit them, considering you're a little bigger than he is." He nods, and waves as he shuts the door, followed by a click. I rush to my husband and I's room, grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants, red boxers, and a plain white V-neck. I set the clothes outside the bathroom door before walking back into the living room. I sit down on the couch, picking up my plate of pasta. It's still warm, so I take a few bites while watching TV, waiting for him to finish his shower. The stranger walks in with a towel draped around his neck. I turn to him, but freeze once I see he's shirtless. 

"Oh, the shirt didn't fit." He says nonchalantly, sitting next to me. I nod my head slowly, eyeing his muscles. A few drops of water trial down his neck, collarbone, and trace the lines of his toned abs. I catch myself staring, and clear my throat. 

"S-so.. what's your name?" I ask him, twiddling my thumbs absent-mindedly.

"Joshua. Yours?" Joshua, huh.. It fits him really well. 

"I'm Leyla." I smile up at him. He returns the smile, looking around again, causing me to raise an eyebrow. 

"Something the matter?" He shakes his head, looking around again. 

"Nah.. Just wondering how you and your husband can afford such a nice house." I smile again, kicking my feet quietly.

"Hard work, y'know? Well, I should get some sleep. You can use the guest room." I give his shoulder a pat, standing up from the sofa, stretching my back. He gets up also.

"The guest room is right across from my room if you need anything." 

"Thanks. Well, goodnight." 

"Goodnight." I bid Joshua farewell before heading to my bedroom.

[Time Skip]

I moan softly, feeling two strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hard chest. I snuggle up against the body, breathing in Calvin Klein cologne. It must've been a dream. Alex never left for two weeks.

"Mhmm.. Alex.." I moan my husband's name, throwing my leg over his thigh, rubbing my panties against the bulge in his boxers. A deep, throaty groan escapes his lips, making me moan in return. 

"Hmm.. Who's Alex..?" The deep voice asks. I look up through the darkness, squinting my eyes to see a face. Instead of seeing my husband's dirty blonde hair, I see a head full of brown hair. Oh, God..

"AHH!" I scream to the top of my lungs, pushing my body away from his. I was just grinding against the stranger.. 

"What's wrong, Leyla?" I can't see his face clearly, but I know he's smirking. A small gasp leaves my lips as I feel his arm scoop around my back, pulling me against his body again. I put my hands against his chest, attempting to push him away. He chuckles at my futile attempts, grabbing my wrists firmly. My breath hitches as I feel his hot breath on my ear. He asks again,

"What's wrong, Leyla.. A few seconds ago, you were showin' me all kinds of affection.." Joshua gives my earlobe a long, wet lick, causing a shiver to run down my spine. This feels so wrong.. another man seducing me in me and my husband's bed. I push at him, but he doesn't even budge. Josh leans down, pressing his lips against my neck, darting his tongue out to lick me. I bite my lip, holding back the small moan that threatens to be heard. His hand runs down my back, squeezing my ass cheek tightly, forcing a moan out of me. I quickly cover my mouth, blushing profoundly. Another deep chuckle from Josh let's me know he heard it. He leans down to my ear again, whispering seductively,

"You like that, baby girl? I think you like it, Leyla.." Josh blows hotly in my ear, gripping then slapping my ass hard. I yelp in surprise as Josh pushes a strap on my nightie down my shoulder. He kisses my shoulder, biting it gently, making me moan quietly. Joshua's fingers slip under the strap, sliding it down slowly. He kisses both my shoulders once, before tugging at the top of my gown. I hold his hands, stopping him from uncovering my breasts. 

"Please.. stop.." My voice coming out just above a whisper. Joshua gets on top of me, holding my wrists down firmly. I squirm under him, my insides feeling crushed.

"J-Josh..! G-get of..f.." My breaths come out in fast pants for air, desperately trying to keep my eyelids open. He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. 

"Tell me you like it, Leyla.. then I'll get off.." 

"I-I.. like.. I.. it.." He smirks, rolling off of me finally. My lungs instantly fill with much needed oxygen, making my head hurt slightly. 

"Please.. I'm sorry, but I need you to leave." I sit up, pointing toward the door. 

"I'm sorry, Leyla. But I can't do that." I stare at him in disbelief. 

"What? Why not?" He turns his head, staring at me with a completely straight face. 

"I'm not leaving until I've gotten what I want.." 

"W-which is?" Joshua pulls me against his body forcefully, gripping my ass again. Truth is, he really wasn't going anywhere...



Stranger and a Shower



As I opened my eyes I felt a bit groggy and soar. My muscles ached when I stretched myself and I heard some bones in my neck crack. A deep sigh escaped me as I glanced over to my PC. Nothing out of the ordinary there. My chair was still standing there and the clutter on my desk was as ominous as always. I'm a packrat and I know it, I might even be proud of all the little knick knacks I manage to stow away in my little apartment.

I got up and looked at myself in the full length mirror next to my ceiling high closet. I couldn't place it but something was different about me. I traced a finger over my side, down to my full hips and back up again over my large soft belly and on to my nipples. When I gently rubbed my aureoles I noticed them still being sensitive... I made a twirl and looked at myself from behind. The soft rolls of flesh where comforting this morning and I hugged myself, seeing my hands embrace my entire body, sighing tiredly. Seeing myself standing there, naked as could be a shiver went through me as I thought about the night before.

For the first time in a while I didn't go out on a Saturday night. Usually I go see a movie with some friends, have something to eat with my sister, find a club that I would honor with my attendance or I'd just hang out in my favorite bar... Yesterday though, I wasn't feeling like any of these. I'd spent the day lazy, reading some books, watched some shows I taped and I decided to give Balthazer his annual rinse and bath (poor cat). End of the day I realized the shops wouldn't be open tomorrow and I had nothing for myself or my fuzzy room mate to eat. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, threw on a sweater and my sandals and left the apartment to get something to eat for the both of us at the little corner shop opposite my building. I got the necessities and took a can of sardines to make Bathazar happy, poor guy hated his annual wash.

Walking back to my apartment I wondered what to do that night. Like I said before, I usually leave the house on Saturdays. For the first time in weeks I felt like not doing anything at all, maybe call it an early night or finish the book that I've been struggling through for the past couple of weeks. I was still thinking over all the possibilities and kept on coming back at just doing nothing for an evening when I was home again. I surprised Balthazar with the sardines and made myself happy with some stir fried veggies, chicken and some rice. I hate cooking for one.

After dinner and washing the dishes I decided to browse the net a bit. I'd gotten some websites passed on to me by Angela and she suggested me trying some of them on for myself. Off course the first 3 sites where dating ones. Poor Angie, when is she going to realize that I'm single by choice?! I smiled at the idea of her intentions, those weren't bad at all, love the girl. The fourth website was one with erotic pictures of rather large women on them. I know Angie told me about those and she thought it'd be fun for me to check them out since I am a amateur photographer myself. I liked what I saw on the site, classy nude pictures of beautiful large women. Ranging from pear shaped girls with prompt little tits to divas with large pillowy breasts. Every size, shape and form was presented to me and I loved looking at every single one of them.

I clicked to the forum of the site and browsed through some amateur photos. Most horridly over lit, under lit, bad angles or bad cameras. What held my attention was that even though the quality of these pictures wasn't ecstatic, the content however was! Pure, real women, no make up, no light filters, just pure naked goddesses with bodies to die for. Somehow the sight of all of those gorgeous voluptuous women made me want to be part of them. They looked so secure, so comfortable and so content with who they are and better yet, they obviously liked to share their sexy curves with others.

Now I am a closet exhibitionist. I love it when I'm watched, but I don't want to be put in the center of attention. That's been done enough in high school and not in the positive way. But at that point, looking at those bodies that made me happy to share their form with them I decided it was time for some attention for me. I signed up and made the obligatory "hey I'm new, this is who I am" post and placed a few moderately nude pictures of myself. Just my face and a few cleavage shots, nothing fancy and nothing to exposing, I wasn't comfortable with that.

Just 5 minutes after I made my first post I got a message on my online messaging program. I was both shocked and amazed at the content. It was short, to the point and very arousing, "you are beautiful and made my cock very hard". Uncertain how to handle such straightforwardness I hesitated for a second. I looked up the user profile and discovered a 20something guy on the other end of the line. What to do, what to do. For all I knew this was a sincere compliment in the blunt way men usually give them. And on the other hand it could be a "creep". One part of me wanted to know which of the two the guy was, the other part wanted to shut down my messenger and pretend it all wasn't there.

My curiosity won the fight and I decided to send a message back, asking where he got my details from. Took him a while to answer (which made me wonder what was being done on the other line?!) but eventually he told me that he found my pics on the forum and thought I deserved a compliment for those. And since I had my messaging details listed, he decided to use them. Cant say I blamed him and I started a conversation with this total stranger that was both exciting, mysterious, strange and arousing. 

He kept emphasizing how beautiful he thought I was and I kept ignoring those compliments It's a bad habit of mine, I cant handle it when someone is that way with me... I just don't know if they actually mean what they say or if they're just being polite. I opt for the safe spot and usually assume people are just being nice to me. Somewhere the conversation elaborated about his preference for large girls. It still intrigues me, I know that having a preference for some fat is just like a preference for men with dark hair or chicks with blue eyes, it's coded into you, but still... In today's day and age liking the large thing was viewed as a diversity and I was well aware of that. He couldn't even answer, the feeling just always was there. 

The conversation got a bit more relaxed and I realized that even if this guy was a creep, he was a nice creep and a funny creep. We talked about a range of things, from music to books and everything there was to talk about. At some point I even felt confident enough of sending him a picture of mine. One with more nudity then I had shown on the forum and he told me it made him speechless (which seems ironic, one has to type to tell the other that s/he is speechless). He sent one back of his own and it startled me that the funny and nice creep was also a cute creep.

Already knowing where this was going I decided to just give in to it and enjoy the ride, I mean, why the hell not?! Flirting went back and forth and at some point one or the other started to make somewhat sexual comments. I don't even remember if he started or I did, I just know that I was having a lot of fun and that I was feeling better then I had in weeks. Having someone (even though it's someone at the other end of the world and someone you can't see) desire me like that turned me on enormously. I might have to look up the history of that conversation to see if it wasn't just me. I know I can be a huge flirt without even realizing it. Some of the things he typed made me blush, others made me sigh, most made me horny. I felt how my juices got running and as we chatted away further and deeper into the night I think we both got what we wanted from each other.

And now, the morning after, I felt that lightheadedness that comes with a lack of sleep. Still standing in front of the mirror I let the conversation of the night before run through my mind again. Absentmindedly I pulled a towel out of the closet and made my way to the shower. I turned open the hot water faucet and started to assemble everything I'd need for a long, hot, satisfying shower. The entire room had gotten steamy as I turned the cold water faucet on slightly, I like my showers hot, but I don't want to be boiled either. As I stepped in the comfortable hot stream I felt my muscles relax and take in the massaging streams of water.

I dropped my head back to get my hair entirely wet and started to massage my favorite shampoo in. As always I used way to much and soon the floor was filled with residue foam which was dripping down from my head, leaving a trail down my entire body as I rinsed it out slow and carefully. I grabbed the conditioner bottle and squirted a bit of the transparent white substance in my hands, repeating the massaging action on my head to get my hair soft and shiny again. The conditioner had to sit there for a minute or two, so I picked up a sweetly scented shower gel and started to build a foam in my hands, rubbing them together. Soon as I was satisfied with the amount of bubbles I placed my hands on my neck and started to massage the foam in with hard slow circles. From my neck I worked my way to my front. Taking my breasts in my hands I made sure they got nice and foamy, paying perhaps a tad bit to much attention on my hard aureoles and stiff nipples. I loved to touch my own breasts, small as they might be for someone of my proportions, they where firm and the feeling of their smooth luscious skin in my hands turned me on time and time again.

Noticing the foam was diminishing I put a little more between my hands and foamed my belly up. I decided to pay more attention to it this time, usually I did my belly as fast as possible, not thinking of it as a "nice" body part. Something in the conversation I had with the total stranger last night made me look at my belly in a new and different view. Even though it might not be my favorite part, some people love it, they love the fullness, the roundness and the softness of my belly. I caressed my pillowy belly and stroked it gently, as telling myself that that part of me is okay too and I smiled.

Another refill of soap served to get the inside of my back a good massage, sometimes I wish I could get a shower buddy, you know, like a fuckbuddy but just for in the shower, someone that can soap me up in all those nooks and crevasses I couldn't reach. Of course I'd return the favor happily. Whilst massaging my butt I felt the round flesh there fill my hands, it was soft, though firm and round. I worked my way down my hips and legs, soaping them up royally as well. I gave the soles of my feet some extra attention. They are the ones polite enough to carry me around through life after all and need a good cuddling every once in a while.

I stepped back into the hot massaging stream of water and closed my eyes. l opened my mouth and let the water fill it. When full I let it over run and started to massage my head, getting rid of any conditioner still in my hair. Once I was convinced of all the conditioner being washed away I took the showerhead and started to rinse the soap off my body, slowly massaging every inch of flesh with the hard stream coming from the shower head. 

The stream went down from my neck to the arch of my back after that I tilted back a bit and had the showerhead on my breasts, massaging my tits and nipples hard, washing away all the soap. My mind trailed off to last night again and to the heated conversation I had with the total stranger. All the things he typed went past my mind in a whirlwind of thought and I kept rinsing the soap off my body with one hand, massaging my nipples with the other.

He told me he'd fuck me, hard and long, with a beautiful thick cock that would fill me with every stroke. The thought alone sent a colony of butterflies screaming through my loins. I'd be covered in kisses and adored for every little bit of me there is, so he said. I leaned my back to the wall, startled by the coldness of the tiles against my back, holding my weight so I could do that which I wanted since I got up in the morning. If the total stranger only knew how much I needed to be told all those things he did last night he'd probably feel honored, right then for me it was more important to get that which I wanted. 

I parted my swollen lips with one hand and regulated the shower head to a solid massaging stream with the other. As I moved the shower head in front of my needy pussy I felt a warmth wash over me. Keeping myself open wide I aimed for the sweet spot and started to move the stream of water around that spot. Teasing myself, forcing myself to hold on to reason until it would be almost painfully not to cum. Thinking about how I could ride the stranger for hours, straddling his hips whilst he'd massage my breasts, pinching my nipples 

I felt the moment of truth creeping up on me. As I slid my hand between my red hot lips I forced two fingers in my tight pussy, fucking myself with them fast and furious. Aiming for my clit with the massaging stream of water I braced myself as I felt a first orgasm wash over me tenderly and sweet. Feeling the cum drip down my inner thighs mixing with the water racing down my body. I kept moving my fingers in and out, in my mind replacing them with his solid hard cock. I felt all my muscles cramp as I came again, hard this time. Feeling the muscles in my pussy tighten around my fingers I started moaning loud enough to wake up the neighbors. 

It seemed to take minutes for me to stop the spasms from this wonderful feeling as I was panting of exhaustion. I moved away from the wall and turned the shower to a normal setting, putting it back in its high holder. I took my time, rinsing my body off one more time before I turned the faucets down and wrapped a towel around my still slightly shaking body. As I walked into my bedroom I looked at the computer, if anyone would have seen me then they would have wondered what the broad grin was for. 



Stranger at My Window



It was my day off and I couldn't sleep in, so I had taken a shower, not bothering to get dressed after. I didn't have any plans that day but to do absolutely nothing. I wrapped a bed sheet around my chest like a strapless dress and planted myself on my couch for a day of TV and relaxation. Around 9:00 I got up from the couch to make something to eat, walking by my open curtains to get to the kitchen. I didn't worry about being seen because I knew most of my neighbors would be at work, and I had my sheet wrapped around me so it's not like I was flashing anyone. 

As I walked to my kitchen I glanced out of my window and saw a man walk by. My window faces the courtyard so I assumed he was there to visit one of my neighbors. He was in the late 30s, scruffy mustache and longish brown hair. Not to sound judgmental, but he was a skinny white trash looking guy, and not very attractive with his hook of a nose and unkempt looking clothes. He happened to look in as I looked out, and did a double take when he saw what I was -- or wasn't -- wearing. Still, I was covered, so I didn't worry -- until I saw that he had stopped in his tracks and took a longer look at me, taking in my shape through the bed sheet. I felt like he could see my naked body even though I knew full well that I was covered. And to my surprise, it turned me on.

He continued to stare at me and I stared back. Not knowing what possessed me, I ran my hand up my side and over my breast, cupping it before pulling my sheet down to expose my right tit. I stuck my finger in my mouth, coating it with saliva and tracing my wet finger around my nipple and flicking it with my thumb. He was mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off my hand as I tweaked my nipple, making it hard like a little bullet. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but the wetness growing between my legs was beyond my control.

I moved my hand down and into the folds of my sheet, dipping my finger into my snatch and bringing it up to my mouth to taste. Suddenly I knew what I wanted. I turned around and went to my front door and unlocked it, then came back to where he was waiting for me to continue my show. I pulled my sheet open at the legs and lifted one foot to rest on the rung of the barstool next to me. The move exposed my wet pussy to the man at the window. I watched him watch my hand make its way down to my clit, running two fingers over the juicy wetness of my lips then concentrating on my hard little nub. Shocks of pleasure ran up my pelvis and down my inner thighs as I rubbed my pussy. My eyes had closed and my back was arched...knowing I was being watched added to my excitement. I opened my eyes and he was hypnotized by my moving hand. His hand had moved to the front of his jeans, rubbing his cock through his pants. I watched the bulge in his pants grow longer and thicker. He looked into my eyes then, and before I could change my mind, I pointed to the direction of my unlocked apartment door. I didn't have to tell him twice. 

My eyes closed again as I concentrated on rubbing my pussy. I heard my door open, and with a few quick strides I could feel him behind me, pulling my sheet off and replacing my hand at my pussy with his. Feeling him fully clothed behind me was sexy. His cock was trying to burst through his jeans and I could feel him rub his pelvis against my ass cheeks. I pressed back against him, and his other hand moved between us to unzip his pants and pull them down over his hips. He then hooked both hands on my hips and pulled me back so I was slightly bent over. Guiding his cock to my lips, he rubbed the engorged head once over my slit before thrusting fully into me with one push. He was big; thicker that what his skinny frame had led me expect. In that position he was going in deeply, pounding into my cervix with each thrust. He was grunting with exertion and I slammed back against him as he pushed into me. I could feel my orgasm building and started to move faster. He felt my rhythm change and matched it, and I could hear his breathes come shorter and knew he would come soon too. Suddenly I exploded, and I swear I thought I saw stars as the pleasure-pain wracked through my body. My legs buckled and I stumbled, making him slip out of me. I went with the fall and turned around, taking him in my mouth just as the first spurt shot from his dick. It hit the inside of my mouth and I swallowed the entire load as he grabbed my head and fucked his cum down my throat. 

I looked up and he was still fully clothed, pants around his thighs. He grinned at me and sank to his knees. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he gently pushed me back until I was laying on my carpet. He moved between my legs and licked my pussy clean of my juices, moaning into my snatch like a starving man eating his first meal in days. He kissed his way up to my tits, giving each one plenty of attention while stuffing first one, two, then three fingers into my pussy. I writhed and bucked against his hand and his head moved back down between my thighs, licking my clit until I exploded again. I pulled his head hard into me, not letting him go until the throbbing between my legs subsided. I was completely spent. I let go of his head and he sat up, looking at my naked and thoroughly fucked body. He stood up, zipped up his pants then held out a hand to help me up. He had picked up my sheet which he wrapped around me like it was before. Then he turned around and walked out my front door. I never got his name, never said a word to him and never saw him again. 

Author's Note: This was a dream I had this morning, with some embellishments of course. Any comments or feedback would be greatly appreciated. 



Stranger at the Bar



I didn't have to wait long for you to arrive.

You're always here by 9:30 on the dot, every Friday night. You always pick a spot at the end of the bar, somewhere inconspicuous, somewhere you can see the whole room and where you won't get disturbed by the drunks or kids that usually frequent this dive on a weekend.

I've watched you for so long now, I feel like a know you. You're hard to miss when you walk through the door; tall, well-built, the collar of your long leather coat always turned up - even when its not cold out - and those worn black jeans you always wear; a little too tight and looking like they'd fall apart if you washed them. You always look pale, like you don't care much for the daylight, but you're always clean shaven. You have such dark hazel eyes that glare from under deep brows and your lips are always drawn out in an indifferent grimace; like you've got a bad taste in your mouth. But it's your hair that got me to notice you the first time you stepped in through the door; long wavy ringlets of ginger-blonde cascading down your back, like some rock star, with one or two loose bangs always falling over one of your eyes as if trying to escape the thick mane. That first night you came in it was raining hard, I remember because you shook those locks out like a shaggy dog when you entered, sending waves of rain drops all over the walls. I remember the scowl you gave Frank when you sat down asking for a beer, the water dripping slowly from the tips onto the bar. It never seemed to bother you, but it annoyed the hell out of Frank. That image stayed with me. 

You never say much, always alone with your thoughts. Sometimes I watch you from the corner by the jukebox; it's dark there and I know you can't see me from this vantage point. I've often wondered what you're thinking, not pleasant thoughts by the furrow that always creases your brow. I have a name for you, 'Mel', short for melancholy; there's a seriousness about you, a bitter and angry look. I don't know what could have hurt you so much to make you that way, but it makes me sad sometimes to see you. But then, when you utter the only words I've ever heard you say, "Beer", I feel a power in your voice, a strength, a fighting spirit that makes my heart quicken.

This week I promised myself I was going talk to you. I caught you glancing my way as I cleared the glasses from the bar right before you left last Friday. Your expression didn't change as you raised the bottle to your lips, but I convinced myself I saw it in your eyes. A flash of recognition, a glint that told me I wasn't just another woman working the bar to scrape together enough tips to live on. You made me feel noticed that night.

I've been watching the clock ever since my shift started, hoping tonight wouldn't be a night you'd miss. And sure enough there you are, but now I can't find the words. I keep close to the bar, wanting to say something, anything that wouldn't sound fake, but now I just feel like an idiot.

"What's ya name?" I nearly drop the tray of beer bottles to the floor. That low rumbling baritone that only ever says one thing, asked me a question. I have to fight myself to keep my composure. I turn to face you slowly, trying not to give away my sudden sense of excitement.

"Sarah." I answer you as calmly as I can.

"Nice name." You reply, taking a swig from your fourth bottle. You push back that long loose ringlet and fix me with a dark stare, but I see the little upward turn in your mouth and that spark in your eye telling me you mean what you say.

I smile, or at least I try to, suddenly made uncomfortable by your question. Did you know I'd been watching you? Was I too obvious? I turn away and try to look busy.

As the hours pass I feel unable to approach you again, keeping my head down and working the other end of the bar. But I can feel your gaze upon me, those hazel eyes burrowing into me as I move about the room. What are you thinking?

A sense of relief fills me as I hear the money hit the counter and that distinctive rustle of your coat as you stand to leave. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I watch as you push open the door, but as you pass through you do something you've never done before, you turn and gaze in my direction and our eyes lock for an instant. My heart pounds in my chest, you wanted to say goodnight, I know you did. But then that would be breaking your code of self-restraint wouldn't it? Damn me for being too stupid to make the effort, too scared to make the first move for once. All the things I'd wanted to say - Where ya from? What's ya name? - came hammering in my head. Well you've blown it now girl, so just forget it.



I hate the walk home. These back streets are so dank and dirty, but it's the quickest way.

Pushing the back exit door shut, I pull my jacket tight around my body and head out into the alleyway. The click-click of my heals echo down the dimly lit passage.

"Wanna ride?"

The unexpected voice nearly sends me toppling sideways as my heart almost springs into my mouth with sudden fright. I turn like a startled rabbit towards the voice, but in my fear see nothing in the darkness. I hear the intake of breath and then a small pinprick of red-amber lights up the void. As my eyes become accustom to the flicker the first thing I see are those eyes, dark and shining in the cigar's glowing illumination. You tilt your head and that loose curl falls into place as you exhale the smoke.

"Shit! You scared me to death." I whisper hoarsely, trying desperately to regain my composure.

"Sorry, didn't mean to." You mutter, that deep resonating tone sending a shiver down my spine.

Slowly I walk over to where you stand, half hidden by shadows. You lean nonchalantly against the sleek, black frame of a sports bike, taking another drag on the cigar. Hmm, biker? I'd imagined you would be. I'm trying to keep my cool, but I can't believe you've been waiting here, waiting for me to finish work. I fold my arms across my chest and stand my ground.

"Thanks, but I'd rather walk." I say with some venom.

"Suit ya self, but it's gonna start raining soon." You casually throw the cigar stub to the ground and heal it into the floor, it sizzles in the pool of water under your feet as if to emphasise your point.

"Don't mind gettin' wet." I answer, trying to maintain my determination.

Suddenly you step from the bike, and with one stride your toe to toe with me. I've never gotten that close to you before. You look down at me scowling, more of that mane of yours falling forward to hide your face in shadow. My heart starts its drumming again and for the first time I realise how nervous you make me feel; a stranger I'm so drawn to, yet so intimidated by.

"Wouldn't want ya to catch a cold." You growl and I feel your breath on my face; the heady scent of cigar and beer still lingering there. I take a step back, suddenly scared and yet strangely wanting you to take another step towards me.

"It's not far." I answer more timidly than I wished to sound.

You step again, closer this time, forcing me to step back or fall. "It's no trouble."

I'm half way across the alley now, stepping back into deepest shadow. I reach back and feel the wall. I'm trapped, panic beginning to set in. Will you hurt me? Is this what you were waiting for? Then there you are, almost pressed against me.

"I've seen you." You whisper, "Watching me...at the bar." I close my eyes, thinking this might be my last moment on earth. I try to answer, hoping it might get you to back off.

"I didn't think you'd noticed." I say quietly.

"I did, wanted to say something, but..." you trail off. Suddenly your voice seems distant, faltering. There's a pensiveness there I hadn't noticed before. 

You step back, and I exhale in relief. I glimpse your face and see for the first time the gentleness in those hazel eyes. So, that's why you frown and let those curls fall, to hide it; that softness, the sensitiveness that you don't let anyone see. You turn away, heading back to your bike. I can feel the self-inflicted fury from the way you stride. Something in me makes me want to stop you from leaving. Stepping quickly I reach out and grab your arm. The leather is cold in my hand but I can feel the strength beneath it. "So say something now." I urge, the fear ebbing away. 

You stop dead and turn slowly to look at me. We stare at each other for a long moment, my hand still resting on your arm, that need growing again inside me. "I...I can't, I don't know what to..." you whisper, looking down, "but I can show you...if you'll let me." 

There's an unexpected tenderness in your tone. Not the harsh beer-drinking biker I'd imagined in my mind all these weeks, but a man with a need for comfort and company. I say nothing but my eyes say 'yes'. Your arm rolls around mine breaking my grip on your jacket, in one fluid movement you turn to me, sliding your arms around my waist and nearly lifting me from the ground. I feel your body press against mine as you pull me in. And then, for a moment I thought the world had stopped. You lower your head and I feel the first press of your lips on mine. Not the hard, thin line that I was expecting, but the soft touch of warm almost delicate flesh; moist and supple, pressing gently against me. In a sudden wave of surprise and pleasure I reciprocate, letting my mouth roll across yours. I feel the gentle force of your tongue against my lips and part them just a little, trembling at the sensuousness of it as your tongue darts over them and fills my mouth, wrapping itself around my tongue like a snake. 

I step backwards with the force and you follow, not breaking the moment. I find myself pressed once more against the wall, surrounded by darkness, the softness of your mouth upon me and the hardness of your body pressing me back. I find myself wrapping my arms around your neck, letting my fingers get caught up in those tight ginger curls. Your bangs fall around my face like a curtain, sending waves of delight through my body as they tickle my neck and cheek. I touch the nape of your neck and let my fingers kneed the short hairs at your hairline, you moan your appreciation quietly as our kiss becomes more animated.

I feel your hands move under my jacket; running along my thighs and coming to rest on my hips. You pull me gently towards you and I feel for the first time your hardness press into me. "Oh god, your hard", my mind whirls with the thought and it drives me on. I feel your hands move round and squeeze my backside, then slowly your fingers walk up my spine sending an electric shiver through my body. Your touch is so gentle, so undemanding, I feel like I could melt into your hands. But my brain keeps telling me to leave, to pull away, get out from underneath this stranger; this man who's said barely two words to me. Yet I find myself paralysed, caught up in your embrace, powerless to push you away. But do I really want to? All those weeks of wondering, of admiring from a distance, of imagining this moment, how can I walk away? And you feel it too, I know. So here we are taking pleasure in each other, and oh what sweet pleasure.

After what seems like forever, I feel you pull away. I feel almost at a loss, suddenly concerned that you're going to leave. "Come here." I hear you whisper, and it fills me with relief. Slowly you lead me back across the alleyway, back to your waiting bike. I let you guide me so that I am leaning against the seat. I can see you clearly now, your face a picture of concentration as you focus on me. You push back your coat and I can't help but notice your growing bulge. It brings a smile to my face and as you lean into me once more I let my hand turn, palm out, and cup you through your jeans and squeeze gently. You throw back your head, your hair flying out in all directions and the moan of surprise and satisfaction that escapes your lips echoes down the passageway. I grin up at you, pleased with my first assault on your body. You smile back for the first time and give me a 'you're gonna get it now' look. Again, you press forward, pushing your lips roughly against mine and then move away down my neck and throat, covering every inch of skin with pecks and nibbles and long licks. I can't help but whimper as you flick open the first button of my blouse, your mouth going lower onto my collarbone. I let my head fall back, giving you more access to my bare skin. I feel a movement in your body and then your hands are at the hem of my denim skirt, pushing it up with both hands. Oh god! It makes me feel suddenly so lascivious, so wicked, as the cold night air closes around my bare legs.

You keep pushing, driving the fabric upward towards my waist. When it will go no further you let go and I feel your hand slide slowly down my naked thigh. You're watching me now, your eyes intently scrutinising my every move. Slowly, slowly your fingers glide, finding the top of my panties. You latch onto them, tracing your finger under the elastic. Following the fold between my leg and torso you let your finger begin its decent, never once looking away from me. I close my eyes, feeling the tightness inside me and the wetness growing between my legs. I lean back against the bike, shaking with every movement of your hand. Your fingers move in; guiding themselves under the fabric and over my little strip of fur. I gasp for air, pushing my hips forward, braced for the contact, desperate now to feel you touch me. And then you are. Your finger deftly slides into the cleft of my womanhood and the heat from your touch makes me convulse in pleasure. I yell out with the eroticness of it and you delve deeper; sliding through my wetness to its source and drawing back, bringing with it more of my moisture. Your finger comes to rest on my bud and you gently press at that hard little button, knowing what reaction you will get.

My whole body bucks off the bike in an uncontrollable reaction. "Oh God!" I hear myself scream, but I'm too deeply rapt in your touch to care. You press again and again, slowly at first, watching my reaction. You shift your stance, using your foot to push my legs further apart, opening me up, letting more cold air flow around me. I feel you press your body against my thigh as you work me. You're rock hard now, but you seem to want to take pleasure in watching me; you're in no rush. 

Settling into a gentle rhythm, you seem to know instinctively where to touch me; reading my body's reactions so easily. I lean back, trying to find any way of supporting myself as I arch and buck against your hand. You lean in close and, as I tilt my head back, your mouth finds my neck once more. Nibbling gently you run your tongue up and find my earlobe. You deftly take the soft flesh between your lips and run your tongue over it. My moans are uncontrollable now as you suck and press at my flesh. I can feel myself climbing closer and closer to my peak and you know it too, your fingers pick up speed, flicking and squeezing; the wetness you play along my ear matched only by the wetness between my legs. "Oh god, don't ever stop." I hear my mind yell as the overwhelming tingle building in my abdomen starts to ascend through my body as I reach my climax. You seem to know where I am, for with one slick movement your fingers slide down and plunge into me as your tongue darts into my ear. The thick, hot, erotic wetness of your tongue sends shuddering waves through my body. My passage tightens almost painfully around your fingers as I yell out; a hot flood of juice cascading over your hand. You slide from my ear to my mouth, burying yourself once more into me, muffling the sound of my impassioned cries. I feel full of you; impaled by your fingers and tongue, unable to move yet filled with your delectable taste and touch.

As my moans subside you release me from your grip just for a moment. Your fingers slide from me, the cold air rushes in once more and I shiver. I am bedraggled; my skirt hitched up around my waist, my thin panties pushed to one side, giving a tantalising glimpse of my strip. My blouse half unbuttoned and my jacket pushed down off my shoulders. You say nothing as you ease away from me. I lean against the machine, panting from my orgasm, blown away by the power of your unrestrained eagerness to satisfy me. But then I find you reaching down, taking gentle hold of one of my legs and as I lean back against the bike you lift it and swing it carefully over the bike seat, till I am sat with my back to the handlebars.

I lean back onto the petrol tank, letting my legs dangle either side of the big frame, savouring the sensations, but my eyes snap open as I hear the soft 'whip' sound of a zipper. You flick out the coat as you mount the pillion seat of the bike, forcing me to slide further up the tank. I watch as you slowly pop open the button at the top of your jeans and carefully fold back the material. You reveal the top of your abdomen; soft white skin, coated in a sheen of fine ginger-blonde hair. You're commando, "how could I have expected anything else?" I smile to myself. You reach inside, seeking out that which I dare myself to imagine. Easing your manhood out of the open fly, you sigh in relief as you are released from your confines. Oh god, you are spectacular! Long and thick and hard-as-nails, you hold your shaft loosely in your hand, rubbing it gently back and forth; both to ease the ache and increase the pleasure. A small drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip makes me realise how much you have been holding back. All of a sudden I feel the urge to satiate you; to give you back what you have given me. I sit up, sliding forward in the seat towards you. Our eyes are fixed upon one another, watching every move we make. I let you continue to gently pleasure yourself as I reach up and begin to unbutton your shirt, so wanting to feel that skin under my hand.

I push the cloth aside, revealing bare flesh below. I let my fingers come to rest on your breastbone and begin to trace down between your pecs. Your skin is so warm, soft and smooth, not at all how I'd imagined. I watch you, watching my hand slide over your skin as you rock gently back and forth. I slide my other hand up and run my fingers back up your body, pressing and kneading your flesh. I hear you moan as I push your shirt and jacket off your shoulders exposing your body to the night air. You let your head loll back, soaking up the sensual pleasure as I lean in, pressing my lips to your chest; letting my fingers follow where I kiss. My lips come to rest on your dark little nipple and I run my tongue lightly over it. You strain back, shifting your hand to support yourself as you tense under my touch, your moans turning to yelps as I bare my teeth and take that hard little nub between them. I bite down, ever so gently but the pleasurable pain stiffens your body. "Oh Shit." I hear you cry through clenched teeth. I bite again but rather than push me away, you wrap your broad hand around the back of my head and pull me closer as you tug harder at your manhood, wanting more of the erotic pain which I offer. I slowly pull away, rubbing your nipple gently with my finger to ease the ache and you lift my face to yours and kiss me deeply in lustful appreciation. 

We're both so ready now, both wanting the same thing, but we take our time; slow and methodical, wanting everything to be just right. I shuffle forwards and you raise my legs over yours till I am sat astride your hips. I can feel the heat radiating from your body and I pull myself closer, soaking it up. You run your hand around my thigh, pushing away at my skirt again, till your hand cups my bare butt. With the other between my legs you ease back the little vee of cloth which still covers my soft wetness. I close my eyes in anticipation as you lift me up and I brace my feet on the footrests of the bike. As you guide me slowly down I feel the first gentle pressure of the head of your shaft and it sends waves of adrenaline shooting through my body making my muscles spasm. You wait, watching me, anticipating every move, not wanting to force me, but to let me come to you willingly. Slowly I relax, pushing a little further. I'm so slick with wanting, yet my body resists; the pressure building, the heat of you between my legs moistening my swollen petals. Then with one exquisite burst my body lets you enter. I watch your face contort in pleasure as you feel my tightness encompass you, the ecstasy of it shaking both our bodies. Growling through clenched teeth, you gently press into me, slow and deep, letting me feel your presence.




Stranger at the Bar



I want to scream, I want to yell out from the almost narcotic wave of pleasure flashing through my body. I feel you ease back and then press again, and I tighten around you in response. Our bodies mesh, pressing together in perfect harmony as we settle into a gentle rhythm. I wrap my legs tightly around your back wanting to draw you further in; to let you fill me with everything you have. With each drive I feel the soft hairs at the base of your shaft drift over my thighs sending a tingle through my abdomen. I feel your hot tip as it presses deep inside me and the coolness of your thick base as the night air caresses it between each thrust. I am somewhere else now, beyond anything I have ever known. All I feel is you and the exquisite pleasure you bestow on me. I know you are there too, feeling the same thing. I hear it in your moans and feel it with every movement of your body.

I lower myself back onto the petrol tank, taking hold of the handle bars as I push down on you. You grab my hips and pull me down the bike a little further, driving even deeper to the limit of what I can endure, giving me all you have to give. I watch you, somehow you are suddenly different from the brooding man at the bar. You are beautiful and erotic, tall and majestic, towering above me, your head thrown back and that long mane of tight curls floating out on the air behind you. Those broad powerful shoulders bared, straining as you hold me in your grip. I let my eyes wander across your naked chest, the soft pale skin reflecting in the half-light of the alleyway, down to the line of hair that begins just under your belly button, trailing its way to that thick base now glistening with my slickness. I watch, as with both hands tight around my ass you pile-drive me into the leather and chrome. Oh god you are magnificent.

The first droplets of rain begin to fall; gentle beads of cooling water splashing onto our bare flesh, sending sharp tingles through our bodies adding to the already growing euphoria. I feel one of your hands move suddenly and, looking down, find you pulling at the last remaining buttons of my blouse. I smile as you pull wildly, each button bursting into the air. Without breaking your rhythm you push back the cloth to reveal my nakedness beneath. "Oh god!" I hear you whisper as you gaze down on me with hungry eyes. You let your fingers trace over my exposed flesh and round the soft white mounds of my breasts, rubbing the droplets into my skin. I almost buck off the bike as you roll a hardened nipple between your fingers, the water lubricating your caress. The erotic shock forces me to drive onto you as I arch up between the handlebars. "Fuck!" you yelp at the unexpected pressure and drive back in reply. I feel your hand all over me, hunting out every inch of skin; attentively feeling the rise and fall of my chest and the smoothness of my belly, whilst with the other hand you clutch my ass-cheek in a vice-like grip.

We're both writhing now, fighting ourselves not to cum; the passion and power growing in us second by second as we satiate our desires. Our breathing becomes gasped panting and short sharp jabs replace the slow and deep; this cock-teasing only serves to heighten my growing climax and sends waves of sweet stickiness cascading over your solid shaft. You squeeze at my breast and lift my hips up towards you to gain every last inch that you can. I hear the growls and moans; the air bursting from your mouth with each quick thrust like some wild creature. I can feel you swelling even more inside me, your so close now I know and that too drives me on. Your movements become unbelievably rapid as you grip tightly to my ass, driving your nails into my flesh; the sharpness of it makes me moan. I feel the heat growing between our legs and then in one last wonderful moment your fingers run down my body and dive back into my wetness. I can't help but scream out my delight as you press deep and hard into my button. A wave of white hotness explodes in my body as my walls clamp down around you, my juices raining over your manhood. Your body instantly reacts to my cue. You throw your head back in one final defiant moment and slam into me with every ounce of strength in your body. I hear your uncontrollable carnal rage and feel the power in your hands as you explode inside me, the heat mingling with my own in a blinding wave of ecstasy. 

Our body's are almost rigid with passion; frozen with the wild euphoria of our lovemaking. For a long moment we are self-absorbed; unwilling to let go of the pure unadulterated bliss which we have given each other. Then slowly our awareness returns, our eyes meet and you smile down at me. You seem to sparkle with energy and pure relief. I smile back, still wrapped in the warmth of my orgasm.

Oh-so slowly you gather me up in your arms, pulling me to you as I sit astride your legs. Our naked bodies touch and I feel the heat in your chest and the quickness of your breathing as you come down from your climax. I bury my head into you, feeling you wrap me tight; so tender after such ferocious power. You twitch inside me and I feel unwilling to let you escape, content to remain in this intimate embrace forever. You kiss my hair and then raise my face to yours and gently rest your lips on mine as the rain drops fall onto my face. 

The moment of our passion is passed all too soon and already I feel at a loss. Will you leave me here, alone, to return to my mundane life? Was this just one fleeting moment of passion? Slowly we separate, easing ourselves apart and trying to recover our previous demeanour. As you button up your shirt and pull your coat about you I can't help but wonder if this is the last I will see of you. As if you can read my mind, you climb onto the bike and stick the keys in the ignition.

"Ya still wanna ride?" I hear your voice for the first time in what seems like forever. It's hoarse and crackley; dry from your wonderful vocalisations. I'm somewhat taken by surprise as I turn and see you hold out your hand to me. "Wouldn't want ya to catch a cold." you remind me of our earlier conversation. But this time you're grinning; a soft tender expression, your eyes sparkling with mischief. I reach out my hand for yours, relieved that this was not just 'one of those things'. 

As I climb onto the pillion behind you, you turn briefly and kiss me. "By the way, the names Hud. Short fer Hudson." You whisper with a wink. You blip the throttle and let the bike roar from the alleyway as I wrap my arms tightly around your waist and lean into your back.

Where we're going I have no idea, but what the hell, you are a stranger no longer, you are mine; rough and gentle, raw and powerful, sensuous and sexy...My Hudson. 



Stranger at the Bedroom Door



Trying your front door, I find it unlocked. Easing myself in and heading for the kitchen I can hear you upstairs. Just to scare you I get a knife, nothing sharp but I want you to feel the cold steel. 

As slowly as I can I make my way up the stairs. My timing is perfect, because as I look around the corner of your door I see you bent from the waist pulling up a very small thong. Standing there with my cock growing I remember why I'm there. 

Quickly rushing into the bedroom I grab the back of your head. "DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!" I yell as I pin you face first on the bed. You start to struggle but you stop when I slap your ass hard enough to leave a red hand print. 

Leaning over your ear I whisper "Now I'm going to do what I want to you and you aren't going to fight me." You don't move until I touch your back with the knife. You flinch at the touch of the cold steel, but then start nodding yes.

"Get your hands between your legs." I commanded. 

Once your hands are there I quickly pull out 3 quick ties. Putting one around each wrist and then connecting them with the third. "With your fingers so close to your cunt, you will be tempted to play with yourself. Well don't unless I tell you to. You do and I will punish you."

With that being said I stand up and take off my pants freeing the hardon I've had since I saw you bent over. Grabbing the back of your head again I turn it. You know I want to fuck your mouth but you refuse to open your mouth. I start to slap your face with my cock. You can feel some of my precum on your face. Finally you open your mouth and I put the head of my cock to the back of your throat. I'm surprised to feel your lips wrap around my cock as I fuck your mouth. This urges me on and I start fucking your mouth like it was your pussy. I can feel my balls slapping against your face. Drool is coming out of your mouth every time I pull out. The site of it is making my cock even harder, I can feel myself getting close to cumming.

Bringing myself to the bring I stop. Flipping you onto your back I search your night stand and find your toys. Pulling one out and ripping your thong off I tell you that I want to see you fuck yourself. Staring right into your eyes I lick your thong and put it in my pocket as I watch you start to slide the dildo into your cunt. Holding your legs up I get a better view of your cunt lips wrapped around the fake cock. Running my finger along the juices flowing out of you and coat my finger with it. I hear a moan escape your lips when my finger brushes against your asshole and a second later my finger is buried deep in your ass. I start fucking your ass in rhythm to you working your cunt. To get you closer to the edge I shock you with a second finger in your ass. I know you are on the brink by the sounds of the toy working in and out of your soaked cunt. 

I stop you and have you on your knees again. I can see your ass is still stretched out from my fingers and I know what you want. You start fucking yourself again when I give you back the dildo, and while you do I put just a small amount of lube on my cock, I want you to feel my cock getting buried deep in your asshole. Not giving you any warning I grab your hips and ram my cock balls deep into your ass. You scream out, half in pleasure and half in pain. I notice you starting to thrust back, as I hold my cock in your ass I can feel the dildo in your cunt going in and out as fast as you can go. 

That is when I feel your body start to shake. Crying out, your body falls flat as you start cumming. I give you a minute then roll you onto your back. You roll your eyes as I start fucking your ass then pulling out and start fucking your cunt. I can feel my balls start to tighten up, wanting to cum. 

Pulling out of your soaking cunt I move up your body and putting my cock between your tits. Squeezing together your tits and rolling your nipples, I start tucking your tits. You stick your tongue out to lick the head and watching that and feeling your soft tongue on my head sends me over the edge. My cock starts pumping cum out all over your tits, neck face and mouth. 

I collapse on the bed kissing you on the forehead. 

"Happy Birthday Baby!"



Stranger at the Gym



Over the months I'd been visiting the local hotel gym I'd hardly ever seen anyone my own age (mid 30s), mostly retired people having a swim or a gentle workout. Most business or younger people seemed to prefer late afternoon or evenings, although only ever visiting between 10am and 1pm I probably had a blinkered view of the exact membership.

One day, after completing my round of cycle, rower and treadmill and finishing off with the pool to myself for half a dozen lengths, a man with a Scottish accent joined me. 

After an awkward silence as we both swam our separate routes, he asked "is it always this quiet." 

I replied that it usually was at this time, and we continued our swim. 

I avoided any more conversation with him and then decided it was time I got out. Although I had successfully dieted I became a little conscious that perhaps he might look at me as I got out of the pool, and I wondered what he might think. 

After deciding not to be so self-conscious I made the move and hurried to the changing rooms.

He was obviously a guest at the hotel as when I left he was confirming his room number to the receptionist, and as I walked down the corridor I saw that he had caught me up when I heard him ask "so is that the best time to swim here." 

I smiled and replied that I thought it became busier later in the day. He asked if I was a resident and I replied that I was on a daytime scheme where I could use it for up to 2 hours anytime between 10 and 3, and that I only came in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and occasionally Wednesdays. 

He said that he was working down here and as he usually worked a late shift he sometimes got bored for things to do during the day. 

We parted as he said "I might see you again then." 

My face felt a little flushed, was I being chatted up?

I tried to put him out of my mind as I went about my business and for the next few times I didn't see him. 

About 3 weeks later though I entered an otherwise empty gym and realised the only other person there was him. 

Hello, how are you he asked. 

Ok, I replied. 

He asked if I wouldn't mind him using the cycle next to mine and as I couldn't think of an objection we started cycling together. He asked all the normal chatty things about weather, holidays, family, this location, where I lived, what it was like for shops and schools and things like that, and said his name was John Mc something, possibly mcmillan and I guessed he was in his early 40s. 

I told him mine was Janine. 

I noticed he was always looking at me as we spoke and I wondered what he was thinking, was he just being friendly or was he thinking other things. He decided he would also join me in the pool and as I changed into my swimsuit I smiled at myself thinking I've got a new friend. 

Since my other friend stopped coming because she felt she wasn't losing weight I had to come on my own and I felt a little happier I had someone to talk to even though it was a man. 

We said goodbye as we went to the changing rooms to shower and dress and when I said I was coming back on Thursday he said he'd also be there and would I mind if he joined me again. 

I said I wouldn't, thinking what else could I say. 

On Wednesday night I gathered my gym kit and swimsuit together for the following day and my husband asked where I was going with it, to which I replied to the gym. He seemed to have forgotten that I usually went once or twice every week such was his interest in what I did while he was at work. 

"Hope there's no young men there seeing you in those," he said. 

"Why, what's wrong with them, besides there's only pensioners if anyone at all," I replied, not mentioning the Scottish man. 

"Phworr, short shorts, top hugging your lovely boobs and then a swimsuit so thin you can make out the shape of your boobs and nips as well as see your lovely arse and sexy legs, enough to give anyone a hard on." 

I told him off for being dirty minded but then began to think about what if he was right and what if my "friend" had a similar opinion. 

I'd never considered myself overly attractive, smaller than ideal at 5'3, not as slim as id like to be but apart from a tummy that needed a bit of work after having two babies I was otherwise ok and my legs and face were ok, and my less endowed friends always used to comment about what I lost in height I made up with by my 36d boobs.

The same sort of sequence began to happen every alternate week, met in the gym exchanged hello's, some chat in the pool and the sauna, said goodbye as we walked the corridor from the gym to the hotel entrance, me going to the car park, him staying inside. 

I found myself becoming comfortable with our meetings and perhaps subconsciously made sure I looked presentable rather than wear my old track suit that I used to wear. 

One day in the corridor he asked if I knew somewhere to catch a lunchtime drink and a bite to eat away from the hotel. I mentioned the next nearest place I could think of and he asked if I would like to join him. I became flustered, not knowing what to say, and blurted out "I have to meet someone soon." 

He calmly said "ok, do you have an appointment after every visit here," to which I hastily and then regrettably replied "no just today." 

"OK, how about Thursday then," he said. 

What could I say? I hesitated trying to think of another excuse but my head was spinning and as I realised I was beginning to look stupid by not answering I said "errm, ohh, ok then, I cant stay too long though."

Thursday came and we ended up going for lunch, with me driving the short distance to the pub. It was very busy and I was nervous about being recognised. Wearing my jeans and a t-shirt I thought at least no-one will think I've dressed up for the occasion, like they perhaps might have done on some other occasions when I'd been to the gym knowing he'd be there. 

He cleared his plate and finished his drink while I was only about half way through mine and asked if I wanted another drink. 

I pushed my plate away saying I was full but if he wanted another drink I would buy seeing as he had already paid. 

"No, no," he said as he got up and went to the bar, allowing me to catch up with my drink. 

After we finished our drinks I made my excuses to leave and luckily he agreed, although I noticed he looked at the front of my t-shirt a few times after our meal. He thanked me for relieving his boredom by having lunch with him as he got out of the car, and we said goodbye and I drove speedily home, thinking what if someone has seen me in the pub with him or in the car, thinking how nervous I felt yet how silly I was as it was only a drink and a bite to eat.

I missed Tuesday (usually need to have a few days off every month) but went on Thursday and to my surprise he was there. He told me he had asked for longer assignments here, and when I asked why, he said "nicer people" and smiled. 

I felt myself blush as I assumed he meant me, or it could have been the people he worked with. After our session we changed and then as usual he was lingering in the corridor to say goodbye. I noticed he looked me up and down approvingly and I felt pleased that I had put some nice clothes on before I came. I had a black and white check skirt that was a little above the knee, black low heel shoes, a white blouse with a deep half-circle neck that showed some of my cleavage, and the material was quite thin allowing my bra to be identified underneath. 

He asked if he could take my bag to the car and I said it was ok as he already had his to carry. 

He asked if I fancied lunch and I said I couldn't eat the big meals that the pub did. 

He then asked if id like a quick drink in the hotel bar saying it was usually deserted before midday. As it was just approaching midday I decided it might be ok to have one drink.

We went in and sure enough it was deserted,

"lets sit over here," he said nodding to the corner and placing his bag on the floor leaving me to sit down while he got the drinks. 

I thanked him when he came back and noticed him look at my legs as he sat down. He probably looked at me often in the pool and gym and sauna, but seeing him look at me outside of that environment gave me a different sort of feeling. 

We chatted, nothing in particular but again I noticed him occasionally glancing at my legs. I realised that by sitting down, my skirt had risen to show more leg than I usually do but I felt I couldn't try to pull it down as it would be obvious I'd seen him looking at me. The bar begin to fill and I declined the offer of another drink, becoming nervous I might be recognised. 

"How about a coffee," he said. 

I looked around as though to say, 'I don't want to be seen here'. 

"I could make you one in my room if you don't want to risk being seen in here," he said, seemingly reading my thoughts, "besides I'd like your opinion on my room size and if you think I could get a better place somewhere else."

I could feel myself panicking -- should I risk staying in the bar, no, do I want to dash home when I've nothing planned for the afternoon, not really, do I want to go to his room, possibly not, but will I cause offence by not going unless I can think of a quick excuse. 

With my head spinning I couldn't hope to think of an excuse and almost spluttered "erm, ohh, erm, ok then." 

I immediately thought I'd made the wrong decision as I saw him look directly at my breasts as I got to my feet. Pretending not to notice I picked up my bag, then almost cringed and silently cursed myself as I realised that by bending to pick up my bag he would have had a clear view down the front of my blouse. 

Sure enough there was a big smile on his face, and again I pretended I didn't know what had happened as I briefly smiled in a vacant sort of way. 

As he led me away I clamped my lips together, frowning and again silently cursing myself, cross that I'd agreed to go to his room, knowing that he'd been looking at my legs, knowing that he'd been looking at my cleavage, knowing that he'd even seen goodness knows what down the front of my blouse. 

Even though I knew he'd seen me in a swimsuit, this was different. We walked the corridors in silence, thankfully not seeing another person, until he turned to smile at me and said "here we are." I smiled back, telling myself I was here for a coffee and to give an opinion on his room as we walked in. 

We put our bags near the door and walked in. 

"You ok if I take my socks and shoes off," he asked, "my feet aren't sweaty now and I want to keep them that way as long as I can." 

I laughed and said go ahead. 

"So what do you think of the room?" he asked. 

"Oh its about normal for this type of place isn't it?" I replied. 

"Yeah, do you think I should put up with it or ask for a move," he asked, as though I was some sort of authority on bedrooms. 

"It looks ok to me," I said. 

"Aye, you're probably right," he replied as he filled the kettle and plugged it in. 

I relaxed a little seeing that he was indeed going to make a coffee. 

"Sit down," he offered politely, and looking around there was a chair under the writing table facing a mirror, a chair near a coffee table but full of papers and folders, and then the double bed nearest to where I was standing so I sat down on that. 

"Ah well, its nay as good as your house I'm sure but its ma home for now," he said in a resigned sort of way in his strong accent as he sat beside me. 

"Its not bad, and you get waited on more than if you were at home," I said, trying to cheer him up. 

"Aye, true, and I get to make you a drink which I wouldn't if I wasn't here," he said more cheerfully. 

I smiled and then he said "you've a beautiful smile...... and face." 

I could feel myself beginning to blush, not knowing what to say, then he added "and beautiful legs too," looking down at my legs. 

"In fact you're beautiful all over," he added, looking at my cleavage before my face. 

I knew I couldn't conceal my reddening cheeks and laughed, saying "I don't think I am." 

"Well let me tell you bonny lassie, you're absolutely fantastic in every way," he added. 

I smiled, thinking gosh what do I say now, as I felt his right arm rest across the back of my shoulders. 

I remember swallowing hard, feeling my cheeks burning as he smiled at me, and then feeling total confusion as he kissed my cheek. 

"Are you pleased or offended that I find you attractive," he asked, with his arm still around me. 

"P-pleased ... I think," I spluttered. 

"You should be, because you are," he smiled again and this time moved his mouth to my lips and kissed me again. 

I was now in a state of confusion, I wanted to stop but couldn't, I wanted to stand up yet didn't, I wanted to object when he briefly stopped yet stayed silent as he then kissed me again for longer. 

I gasped as he stopped, trying to smile but unable to do so, seemingly lost my ability to talk or do anything else for that matter. He smiled and kissed me again, and I found myself kissing back, gasping again as I felt his left hand stroke and then squeeze my right breast. 

I gasped open-mouthed as he squeezed me harder causing my nipple to stiffen and add to my lack of self control. His tongue slid into my mouth as I began to feel dizzy, placing my right hand on his left forearm but unable to bring myself to apply any downward force. 

Our tongues darted into each others mouths and I suddenly became aware my blouse buttons were being undone. 

"Stand up sweetheart," John whispered, and although I did I also stuttered "J-john w-we can't do this I'm m-married." 

"No one's going to know darling," he said as basically he ignored me and pushed my blouse off my shoulders and off my arms as it dropped to the floor. 

I tried to begin to object but was stopped by his kiss as his hands roamed my back eventually unclipping my bra and then pulling it off me. 

If my cheeks were blushing before they were burning up now as I stood topless in front of someone I hardly knew. I knew I shouldn't have had that drink, I knew I shouldn't have come to his room and I knew I shouldn't have let him kiss me, but it was now too late as I stood with him, undeniably aroused and undeniably enjoying being regarded as a sexy woman and not just a married mum and wife. 

I continued gasping and closed my eyes as he began to suck my nipples, and knew exactly where this was leading (as if I hadn't guessed) as I felt the button and zip of my skirt being undone before it dropped to the floor. He began to kiss my breasts and stomach and I noticed he was quickly removing his clothes. He picked me up slightly and positioned me in the centre of the bed, kissing my knees and my thighs as I lay down and looked at the ceiling still in disbelief that I was doing this. I bit my lip and closed my eyes tightly as I felt both his hands grip my briefs and pull them down. How can a happily married woman do this I asked myself silently, yet at the same time had no intention of making it stop. 

He pushed my legs apart and I expected him to start moving up on me but moaned again as I felt his tongue on me, arching my back as it entered me. 

I remember thinking I hope the walls aren't thin as if anyone is next door they will have surely heard some of my moans. 

He quickly found my clitoris and his hands reached up to my breasts pinching my nipples. I couldn't control my self as my body began jerking as John became the only man other than my husband to have sex with me since I married. 

Having made me come he now slowly kissed my stomach as I began to catch my breath again. 

"How was that darling," he asked as he used his knees to part my legs a little wider. 

I smiled, still unable to speak as his hand moved between us. 

I wondered if he had had the snip as he didn't ask if I was on contraception, but luckily I was. 

He moved his penis to my entrance and my body jerked spontaneously as I felt it touch me. 

I couldn't help moaning as it went into me and have to admit my eyes and mouth widened as I felt its size and length enter me. 

"How's that darling," John gasped.

"Good," I gasped back. 

"Open you legs wider so I can get right into you darling," John asked in a matter of fact way. 

I found myself doing as he asked, amazed that I should obey an instruction so easily, amazed that I was letting another man have me, amazed that I was actually enjoying what was happening. 

I moaned loudly again as he pushed right into me, and then held onto the back of his neck as he started moving in and out of me. He wasn't much taller or heavier than my husband but his penis was certainly bigger. Every inward thrust made me moan "ohh" and as he quickened so did my verbal reactions. 

"Oh yes, this is good," he commented. 

He straightened his arms and looked down on me, watching my breasts shake with every thrust and said "oh yessss, look at that going into you," knowing full well I couldn't see but I could feel. 

"Oh this is good, is it good for you darling?" he asked as he continued thrusting into me.

"Yes," I gasped. 

"I've thought about doing this to you since I first set eyes on you," he stated, as though I should be pleased. 

"I bet you've thought about doing it with me haven't you?" he continued. 

I was silent, "haven't you?, come on be honest," he pressed. 

"Yes," I gasped, almost disbelieving my answer, was this really me talking? 

He dropped his body down onto me, thrusting even harder, making me moan louder. 

"Put your legs round me," he ordered, and like an obedient servant I did as he said. 

Moaning "ohhh," as I felt him go even faster and harder. 

"Mmmmm, we can do this more often now we've broke the ice can't we darling," he asked as though talking during sex was easy for him. 

"Cant we?" he pressed, but I couldn't answer as the speed with which he was doing it to me was taking my breath away. 

"Come on be honest, you love a good fucking don't you?, and you're certainly a good fuck, but then I knew you would be." 

I was amazed at what I was hearing, as though he knew this would happen. 

"Come on be honest you want fucking again don't you?" he said as he got faster and harder still. 

I could hardly take anymore, gasping to his every thrust, his breath was shorter too, I sensed he was nearly there.

"We're going do it regularly now aren't we, aren't we," as all I could do was moan "ohh, ohh," as he relentlessly pounded into me. 

"Aren't we?" he repeated, until I gasped "yes." 

It was as though I'd flicked a switch and he groaned and slowed down and I knew he was coming. 

I began to feel tearful, upset that I'd done what I had just done, upset that I'd enjoyed what I had just done. 

John kissed my forehead probably thinking I was recovering from his energetic activity rather than reflecting on what I had done. 

"What time must you go," he asked. 

"I had better make a move now," I replied. 

"Do you want me to walk you to your car," he offered. 

"No I don't want to risk us being seen," I replied. 

We got up and began dressing. 

"Shall we come straight here on Tuesday or do you want to go to the gym first?" he asked. 

I was shocked that he was already thinking about next week and I said I wanted to go to the gym. We kissed goodbye and I walked to the car, passing people smiling who were probably being friendly or not even really noticing me but my thoughts were things like, do they know what I've been doing, had they heard us, had they seen us. 

I drove home, feeling the juices moving slowly to my panties, and thinking about what would happen the following week. 



Stranger at the Hyatt



Part 1: The Decision

You valet park your car and enter the expansive Hyatt lobby. Its elegance and formality seem at odds with your purpose tonight, and you sense that your short skirt may announce that you are not here as their typical tired guest: sleep is not in your plans. Every time you think about the tonight's possibilities, you flush, and wonder if you can go through with it. It's just not like you to meet a stranger at a hotel, especially someone you've never seen before. 

As planned with the stranger, you find the elevator and go to the top floor, and walk purposefully to the penthouse bar. You look around the room, trying to see anyone that is alone, or that gives you a look of recognition. But nothing. You're a few minutes early, so you find an empty corner of the bar and sit down. After a couple minutes, you motion for the bartender. 

"I'm expecting to meet someone here. Have you seen anyone waiting?" 

"Yes," he responds, and walks back to his cash register, opens it, and retrieves something. "Here is an envelope from a 'Bill'. He said it would be better if you didn't meet him in the bar. Too public, or something."

He hands over an envelope, and as you open it, he brings over a tall champagne glass and a bottle of Champagne. "Bill said you were going to need a couple of these. He's got good taste in champagne...... and in women."

You take out the note, and can feel the bartender's eyes on you. You wore a light cotton peasant-girl top that flows gently around your breasts. It's not tight, but the light fabric lays against the curvature of each breast, exposing their perfect natural form. But now, with all the excitement, you can feel your nipples extending through the light fabric, and a quick downward glace confirms that each is protruding and pointing right up at the bartender. You look up and catch his eyes furiously darting away from your chest. He fiddles the champagne bottle, and starts to slowly fill the glass. He looks fabulous, and carries himself with the confidence of someone who know how to please a woman. But he looks way too young, probably 35 or so, so it's just gratifying that he still wants to look at your 42 year old chest!! Bill's a little younger than she is to. You wonder if you looks this good.

As you empty the envelope, you look up to see if the bartender notices the two room keys that dropped to the counter. He's focusing right at them, and from the look on his face, you know he's figured out why you're here. 

"The Champagne! - - It's too full!!!," you say a little loudly.

He pulls the bottle upright, but it's too late. The bubbles continue rising and leaping in the glass, until the satin liquid hits the rim and starts to come out of the glass. Instinctively, and with a practiced motion, you wrap both hands firmly around the bulb of the glass, and drop your lips to its tip. Your upper lip curls slightly into the glass, and you skillfully pull the swarming bubbles and liquid into your mouth, making a gentle gurgling sound as the bubbles collapse on your tongue. As your mouth fills, you stop and swallow with a discernable 'gulp', and furiously return to tame the rising liquid.

"Not real classy, but I didn't waste a drop!" 

The bartender looks at the glass and then the room keys, and you can tell he's wishing he was in one of those rooms. It might just might be your imagination, but you're pretty sure you can make out the form of a semi-erect penis that extends deep into his left front pocket. And it wasn't there a minute ago. You take just a few seconds to think what it might look like. How big it might be. Your favorite is circumcised, maybe just a little longer than average, like 6 to 7 inches, and with a nicely shaped and shiny head. Although you could handle a bigger one, and find them exciting to look at and handle, they're just too hard to eat when they get too big. OK, you've taken a little too much time thinking about his penis, and now it's you that is staring at his pants pocket. As you look up, you catch his eyes, and neither of you turn away. "My name is George. Let me know if it doesn't work out with Bill tonight." You feel your face turning red, and his face lights up with a wide, sexy smile. "You better get back to what you're doing, I'm done for the night and have to go", he said as he turns to walk away. With more than a little pride, you notice he is having trouble standing up straight. With that, he's gone, and the night bartender starts his shift.

You finally get around to take out the note, and begin reading the short hand-written message.

We have never met in person, and after tonight, we'll still never have seen each other. Tonight is about trust and fantasy, but you have a choice to make. You can either give or get pleasure, but not both. 

If you choose room 246, you'll be massaged and stimulated until you plead for a release. If you choose room 247, you'll be the one doing the massaging and stimulating. Whichever room you go to, you will find the room fully prepared for you, and a note giving further instructions. Choose carefully, as you will be in either room for at least 90 minutes. Take your time and have another glass of champagne. 

***************

"Going down?" you hear a voice say.

"Maybe," You blurt out, not having seen the man get into the elevator ahead of you.

"I mean yes, second floor please."

He gives a nervous laugh, but you look straight ahead for the ride down, still thinking about the choice you have made.

Part 2 – Rm 246

Part 3 – Rm 247


Room 246

You walk up to the room and gently push open the door, confirming that you are entering room 246. The lights are on, and the room is a little too warm. There's a bottle of massage lotion warming in a bowl next to the bed, and two little boxes, each about the size of a small shoebox, that sit next to the lotion. Each box is labeled with a printed "Do not open" instruction. The bed's comforter is folded neatly over a large, cushy chair, and several aroma candles are burning in the bathroom, filling the entire room with an exotic scent. You see the bed, but it does not have the typical light, cotton sheets you had expected. Instead, the top sheet is dark black, and has a furry texture. You run your hand over it, and its softer than you expected, but still stiffer than normal bed sheets. At the head of the bed, all neatly aligned in a single row, are about a dozen pads, each about a 3" square. In the middle of each pad is a little ring, maybe about an inch in diameter. You pick up one of the corners of a pad and pull, it releases easily, giving off a gentle tearing sound. Your breath stops for a moment as you realize the bed is one huge Velcro pad, and these are anchors for securing you to the bed!! As you stare silently and breathlessly at the pads, you feel the tingle of anticipation, or maybe its fear. You see a note at the foot of the bed.

**********************

There's a small bottle of champagne in the mini-bar refrigerator. Take it out, pour yourself a big glass, and drink it. 

Tonight you will be massaged and rubbed like never before. Every inch of your body will be stimulated until you beg for a release. When it comes, it will leave you satisfied and exhausted in a way you've never experienced before. As I promised, this is all about you, and I will get my pleasure from feeling your response.

You've probably noticed the special bed and anchors. These are really safe, since with a little pull you can get them off. But, they let me put and secure you where I want you, and it keeps your hands from interfering with my work! 

Take off all your clothes and put them in the closet or on the dresser. When you are ready to start, lay face down on the bed, your head at the headboard end, and knock on the wall behind the headboard. I am in the room next door, waiting to explore your body.

Have fun!!

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You put the note down, and find the champagne. You nervously open the bottle, and begin to drink without using a glass. You firmly grasp the neck of the bottle with your hand, and run your mouth over the ridge so that the end is fully in your mouth. As you tip your head back and the liquid splashes onto your tongue, you find it striking how similar this little bottle is to the vision you have of George's erection, and what you'd like to do to it. Even though you might be with Bill tonight, it will be George that you will be thinking about. As the champagne takes effect, you wonder if George will think of your mouth as he masturbates tonight, or if will be thinking of your breasts as he slides into his girlfriend. The thought of him stroking that erection, maybe right now, makes you ache. But George is just fantasy, its Bill that will satisfying you tonight, and you're ready to take your pleasure. 

Between gulps, you take off your shoes, dress, bra, and stockings. After the final sip, you fling your panties across the room. You're ready to get the pleasuring started! You turn off the lights and lay face down in bed. You raise your hand and with an open palm, gently rap on the wall. Within a few seconds, you hear a key sliding firmly into the lockset, and then a gentle whir as the bolt moves, and the door slowly opens. You hear footsteps. Then silence.

You hear a noise near the bed stand, and believe it sounds like one of boxes being opened. There is some metal-to-metal tinkling, and you feel, more than hear, Bill moving to the foot of the bed. His first touch is electric, and you give a soft gasp as he gently lifts your right leg. He only lifts it a couple inches off the bed. You feel something soft being wrapped around your ankle, and then a tug. You realize that he has attached a restraint to your ankle, and checked to make sure it was fully secured. Slowly, and with an almost tender care, he puts restraints on the other ankle, both wrists, both elbows, and both knees. You feel his hand move under your stomach, and gently lift you up. He slides something underneath you, and seems to have secured a restraint around your waist. The silence is broken by the sharp tearing sound as he pulls the anchors from their neat line at the head of the bed. He moves back to your ankles, and secures them to the bed, maybe a foot apart. You can tell he secured the knees, but he did not spread your legs any further. Although you can't tell for sure, you sense that your waist has also been secured. Finally he puts your hands toward the edge of the bed, and secures your wrist. He gently raises your head, and puts a pillow underneath. And again ..... silence. 

You feel him sit on the bed, just behind your arm. There is a small "snap" sound as he opens the bottle of lotion, and you hear the gentle spurting sound as he forces the lotion into his hands. His hands first land in the middle of your back, and continue to glide in a way that spreads the lotion over your neck and upper shoulder. The rubbing is intense, yet gentle and erotic. The motions are sometimes firm and pressing, and at others become just a whisper as he airbrushes your skin. He regularly reapplies lotion, and rubs your arms, hands, fingers, and then down the back. He moves to the toes, ankles, knees, and thighs, and finally finishes with your bottom. You hear the soft sound of the restraints being undone, and when all are released, he gently lifts you by your mid-section, and helps you turn over. He puts you back in the same spot, but just facing up this time. You feel all the restraints coming back on, and are surprised that he leaves you legs just a foot apart. You thought he would have spread them apart further, and feel for the first time your pussy ache for attention. You reach down to relieve the ache, but the restrains are already in place. 

You again hear the splash of lotion, followed by a steady rubbing of your neck, shoulders, arms, hands and fingers. He goes back to your neck, and continues working down toward your breasts, massaging between them, but them moves on down to your stomach. He continues to massage your whole upper body using large, slippery motions, but with each pass misses your breasts. You try to move so one will pass within his motion, but you are too restrained. 

"Touch them. Touch them NOW," you utter softly, but your frustration and anticipation fills the room. 

His hands stop, one hand landing at the base of each breast.. You feel him pushing up slowly, but this time his hands continue moving upward. His hands push into the firm flesh of each breast, and you shudder as the nipples slip between each finger. He molds and caresses each breast, and then continues massaging your whole upper body, but this time letting his hands slip across your breasts. With each pass your nipples become harder and more sensitive, and the ache in your groin grows. He stops and lowers his mouth to your breast, fist licking, and then sucking each. He takes his mouth and surrounds your aureole, and lets his tongue slide up and down the side of each nipple in a steady rhythm. He moves away from the breasts, giving each a gently kiss. The rubbing continues to your feet and ankles. As he moves up to your knees, you try to speed your legs to give him better access, but find your motion very limited. He continues up your legs and thighs, rubbing and stroking every inch. He stops, and for the first time you notice his hard, intense breath. For a moment you think of how he must feel doing this to you, knowing that all will be able to do is masturbate after he's done pleasuring you. You think of how he would feel in you, and wonder how big he is. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the pads on right leg being removed from the bed. He ever so carefully and deliberately pulls your leg to the edge of the bed. The movement causes your pussy to shudder in anticipation, and shift your body to make sure your knees are secure as far apart as possible.

Without warning you feel your legs being quickly pushed back together, and feel the restraint pads slapped to the bed. Your legs and knees are now held tightly together. 

"You bastard" is all you can stammer, as he massages the sensitive area just below your belly button. 

He continues to move his hands down, rubbing and gliding between your legs. His hands run across your outer lips, but your closed legs won't let him inside. After only a few long minutes, he once again widely secures your legs, and this time repositions himself squarely between your spread legs. He uses his palm and continues to massage the outer lips. Pressing and rotating his hand in a small circle. He lifts his hand, and you feel your outer lips part, and you know that if it wasn't so dark, your inner lips would be glowing with anticipation. He spends some time rubbing the area around the inner lips, but thankfully moves quickly to massage the lips themselves. He first rubs them both together, as if he was kneading a piece of playdo. He them separates the lips, and slowly massages one lip, and then the other. As your moans of approval get louder, his finger begins to move up and down between the lips, and with each pass move just a bit further into your pussy. With his one finger up to its second knuckle, you feel a second and maybe a third finger enter you. The motion becomes more up and down, and you can feel his fingers turn with each stroke. He has his hand pressed firmly on the area just above your clit, assuring that none of these pleasure strokes get to your clit.

He continues to stroke and rub your pussy for several minutes, being careful to avoid your clit. Your moans of pleasure first intensify, and then after a few minutes, begin to have the edge of frustration. 

"Rub my clit" you stammer repeatedly, first mostly under your breath, and then growing into a loud command. "OK. I'm begging you. Rub my clit. Is that what you want to hear? I'm begging." 

His fingers come out of your pussy, and he lifts his hand from where it's been positioned to protect your clit.

"Yes." For the first time you hear his voice. "I wanted to hear you beg." 

With that his finger slides to the side of your hood, and begins slowly moving up and down its length. First one side, then the other. Then on top, and from beneath. The pleasure sensations are immense, and your moaning is in time to each stroke. You slowly become aware of his warm breath rushing across your pussy. You sense his mouth is nearly on you, but you only feel the hard, heavy breath. 

He groans. Not with a groan of pleasure, but one of immense frustration. And with each breath you sense his frustration grow. He raises up from between your legs, and you hear the other box open. He reaches to open your left hand, and lays something in it. He slides it up and down, and you close your hand to surround it. You recognize the familiar phallic shape of a dildo, but are surprised when you first hear, and then feel, its vibrator kick in. He moves the dildo up and down in your hand, and you enjoy the feeling as its head moves between your fingers. After just a minute, he moves it to let it rest on your lower lip. You readily lean forward and let the head slip into your mouth. He thrusts it in and out of your mouth just a couple times, and then thankfully returns to between your legs. You soon feel the head of the dildo pressed lightly against your pussy. He starts slowly thrusting, and with each thrust slides it further inside. Soon, he is making full strokes that pull your hood back and forth, creating pulses of clit pleasure. He stops, and with more force than before, puts it in your mouth. Your taste fills your mouth, but there is no time to protest. Almost as suddenly as it went into your mouth, he moves it to your clit and turns on the vibrator. He lays the vibrator on your clit, and begins moving his fingers in and out of you. 

Your moans are now steady, with an occasional "Oh my god" or "That feels so good" coming out in a staccato, unconscious fashion. 

"I don't want you to get numb. There's a lot more ahead for you," he says.

He pulls the dildo off, and stops the vibrating action. You gasp as he suddenly thrusts the dildo deep in you, burying it so that its balls are tight against your butt. Once again you feel his breath on your pussy, but this time it is quickly followed by the feel of his tongue sliding along your clit. He moves the dildo in and out, more slowly now, and in time with the tongue. After only a few strokes, you hear the dildo hit the floor, and his now-free hand presses against the top of your hood, exposing the full head and shaft of your clit. He rolls his tongue into a tube, forming what looks like a little pussy. He lowers himself, and surrounds your clit with the tongue-tube. Your clit glides back and forth, getting pleasure from all sides. 

Even though your release is not far away, you notice a strong rap on the room next door. A few seconds later, there's a rap on this room's door. 

"It's the room service I ordered," he blurts out.

He stops mid-stroke, and gets up to answer the door. Your head is buzzing and your pussy aches, and this just doesn't make any sense. You hear talking, and some laughter, and then he comes back to the bed. You feel the restraints being released, and hear the anchors being removed and put back in the box. You ache for release, but something else is going on. 

"My work here is done," he says. 

"You bastard" you scream out of frustration and disbelief. "How could you leave me like this!"

But he's already out the door, and you hear it slam behind him. He turned the lights on as he leaves, and you see a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, and some more champagne. 

He's at least left the dildo on the floor, so you get off the bed and find it. You lay back on the the bed, and start moving the dildo in and out, trying to forget what just happened. There's a knock at the door. 




Stranger at the Hyatt



You shout out "Who is it?"

"It's George. Bill said you might need a hand".

It was going to be a good night.

Go to Part 4


Room 247

You walk up to the room and gently push open the door, confirming that you are entering room 247. The lights are on, and the room is a little too warm. There's a bottle of massage oil warming in a bowl next to the bed, and a stack of towels sits at the headboard, but the pillows are all down at the foot of the bed. The TV's on, but no picture is showing, and its connected to a DVD player. 

You pick up a note at the end of the bed.

**********************

There's a small bottle of champagne in the mini-bar refrigerator. Take it out, pour yourself a big glass, and drink it. 

Tonight you're going to give me a long full-body massage that ends in my intense and violent eruption. 

Take off all your clothes and put them in the closet or on the dresser. Even though you will not be using your pussy tonight, you need to be fully naked while giving the massage. 

When you are ready to start, go into the bathroom, shut off the lights, and knock 3 times on the back wall above the toilet. I am in the adjacent room. When I come in, I'll turn off all the lights, and lay face-down in bed. I'll kick the bathroom wall when its time for you to come out. 

When you come out, use your hands to locate me, and squat down on my lower back, facing the TV, with you knees to each side, and your butt up against mine. You'll notice that the DVD is playing a video entitled "Sensual massage". After the introduction, the woman in the video gives the man an hour-long full body massage. Just watch the video, and do whatever the woman is doing. At the end of the massage video, 7 different videos play sequentially, each about 5 minutes long. Each video has a short introduction that describes what you will be doing.

Have fun!!

***************************

You put the note down, and find the champagne. You nervously open the bottle, and begin to drink without using a glass. You firmly grasp the neck of the bottle with your hand, and run your mouth over the ridge so that the end is fully in your mouth. As you tip your head back and the liquid splashes onto your tongue, you find it striking how similar this little bottle is to the vision you have of George's erection, and what you'd like to do to it. Even though you might be with Bill tonight, it will be George that you will be thinking about. As the champagne takes effect, you wonder if George will think of your mouth as he masturbates tonight, or if will be thinking of your breasts as he slides into his girlfriend. The thought of him stroking that erection, maybe right now, makes you ache. But George is just fantasy, its Bill that you will satisfying tonight, and you're ready to give it your best. 

Between gulps, you take off your shoes, dress, bra, and stockings. After the final sip, you fling your panties across the room. You're ready to get the pleasuring started! You go to the bathroom, shut the door, turn out the lights, and bang on the wall. Within a few seconds, you hear a key sliding firmly into the lockset, and then a gentle whir as the bolt moves, and the door slowly opens. You hear footsteps, and the light switches being turned off. Then silence.

The bang on the wall startles you, and you quickly open the door and enter the main room. The room is black, except for the dim light coming from the TV. You can barely make out the outline of a body on the bed, and move to kneel as instructed. The video is just starting, and just like in the video, you grab the bottle of warm oil, and squirt a generous heap into your hands. You slide your hands together, and start rubbing his back. The massage meticulously moves from the back to the legs to the butt. Arms, hands, feet. And finally to the front side. The front side massage starts with the face, so you stand at the foot of bed, and lean slightly forward to rub the forehead. Your pussy is only a couple inches from his mouth, and you can feel the warm of each deep and heavy breath. You ache to be touched, to feel his hands running over your nipples and entering you. But you chose room 247, so you focus back to the video. Chest, shoulders, stomach and nipples. Feet, legs, and thighs. You touch or rub every inch. It takes almost an hour, and the massage ends with gentle massaging around the groin. As the video ends, an instruction is flashed onto the screen:

**********

SCREEN: The first video shows a woman doing ball play with her hands and tongue. Just follow along.

**********

The screen flashes to a woman rubbing a set of balls with both hands. You follow along as instructed. You move to hold the penis in one hand, and gently suck first one, and then the other ball into your mouth. For each testicle, you gently pull away until the ball pops out of your mouth and back to its normal position. As you do this, the balls become looser, and you are able to stretch and pull the sac further away before your mouth looses its grip. 

**********

SCREEN: The second video shows a woman giving a handjob. Follow along with the video, using the lubricant that is on the nightstand. Try to use the same tight grip she does, and use her slow and steady stroking pace.

**********

You squirt a generous glob of lubricant into your hand, and firmly wrap your hand around the shaft. Its so hard you can feel a heartbeat as you press firmly against the ridged circumference. You move your hand up and down on the shaft, stopping your upward motion at the base of the head. After a few seconds, you let you forefinger and thumb slowly slip over the ridge, and with each following stroke, you go further and further up the head, until you are giving full, firm strokes. You stop, leaving your right hand stationary on the shaft. The fingers on the left hand circle the head, and begin rotating back and forth, as if you were first unscrewing and then screwing in a lid. You move back to a full stroke, but this time with one hand above the other, giving a long, slow stoke where the head is always in one or the other hand. You loose your grip, and let just the tips of fingers tease up and down the shaft. Even in the dim light, you catch a glimmer of light bouncing off a drop of pre-cum, which sits patiently on the tip. 

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SCREEN:In the third video, the woman is using her boobs to stoke the man. Put a generous coating of the lubricant between your breasts, and follow along in the video. Here, we'll have to switch so you're on the bottom. It will be hard for you to see the video, but that's OK since I'm doing the moving. After about a minute, I'll slow up and use a longer stroke. At the end of each long stroke, try to take my tip into your mouth. The lubricant is edible, and has a strawberry taste. 

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You see the outline of his body get up from the bed, and you take his place, laying face up. You feel the bottle of lubricant touch your hand, and you grab your still-slippery hands around it. You squirt a generous amount between your breasts, and spread it around to make the whole area slippery. You take a little extra time to rub your nipples, and the lubricant feels soft and velvety. As you press harder into your breasts, the dull ache returns to your groin. Your thoughts of satisfaction are interrupted as he mounts you, placing his knees into your arm pits. You feel his shaft slide between your breasts, and begin moving back and forth. Instinctively, you push your breasts together, forming a tight, slippery, tunnel. You can feel the ridge of the head against each boob, and feel his pace getting faster, and the strokes longer. Then all movement stops. You can tell by the breathing that he almost went to far, and is struggling to maintain control. 

"Don't move", he blurts in a tense, staccato manner. "That was too close."

The pumping motion starts again, but this time very slowly, and with long deliberate strokes. You raise your head slightly, so that at the end of each stroke, his head just brushes up against your lips. You open your mouth just enough for the first little bit to go in. There is the taste of strawberry, but you can also taste the spilled drops from his near-orgasm. It's that distinctive, but always different, taste of a man's pleasure. It's a taste that seems so unappealing at most times, but that you crave so deeply when in passion. With each stroke the taste intensifies and fills your mouth with its earthy, rustic taste. You hear the video end, and the motion stops. 

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SCREEN:For the forth video, you are still on the bottom. As I move, you should be able to see the screen so you know what to do. In this video, I lean forward to be on all 4's, and lower myself into your mouth. Once in, I'll stop moving, so you can take over.

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You begin to sit up, but see that you are instructed to stay on the bottom. He firmly pushes your shoulders back to the bed, and leans his entire body forward. You see the shadow of his penis as it nears your mouth. It hits your cheek, but slides off to the side. You would use your hands to help guide it in, but they're pinned by his knees. Each time, as he lowers his body, you move your head to try to capture the shaft. Finally, you get it between your lips, and suction it deep into your mouth. Once in, he takes it to the edge of your lips, and then lowers it nearly into your throat. He stops when you make a little gagging noise. It doesn't hurt, but its just the natural reaction when the head hits the back of the mouth. You move your head up and down as best you can, but it's hard to get a long stroke. You're glad when this video ends, and he pulls the shaft out for the last time. 

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SCREEN:Once I pull out, we'll go back to you on top. The fifth video shows a woman giving a no-hands blowjob. Just follow along, being sure to keep your hands out of the way. At the end, she does some deep-threading. You can try this if you can, but don't make yourself gag.

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You both stand up, and he retakes his position on the bottom. You straddle his knees, and crouch forward into a position where you can slide your lips around his head. His hands fall firmly on top of yours, apparently to enforce the no-hands rule! With each stroke you let the head go deeper and deeper into you. You try to take it all in, like the other woman does, but it gets caught on the back of your throat. 

"Don't worry about taking it into your throat. This feels so good just the way you do it!". As the video ends, he says "The next instruction is long, so take some time to read it."

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SCREEN:This last video is a continuation of the blowjob, but now you can use your hands finish. There's no need to try to time the ending with the video, so you should just watch the ending, and then try to emulate what you saw. While watching, just continue with a gentle stroking.

When you're ready for the finish, use one hand to stroke the base, and use your mouth, at the same pace, to suck on the top couple inches. If your mouth gets tired, just stop sucking, but then use a full stroke with your hand, You can keep this same pace to the end, there's no need to go any faster. About a minute or so from the end, I will tell you "don't stop". Just keep going at the same pace, but make sure I stay in your mouth. Even if you get a bit tired, keep going, because it won't be long now! After a bit, I will get quiet, and I might push down into the bed. I'll blurt out an intense but soft "I'm cuming". Within a couple seconds, there will be a first small release, followed in a couple seconds by a large and intense spurt. After the first spurts, soften your sucking action, but still keep going with the up and down motion. Even though the woman in the video swallows his cum, there's no need to do that. Just let it fall out of your mouth, or collect it and spit into one of the towels. After its all over, take a minute to continue gently licking and sucking.

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"So, I'm going to watch the whole video, while giving you just enough of a handjob to keep you aroused while I watch it," you say.

You intently watch the woman finish off her blowjob, but can't help flinching as he releases into her mouth. The first stream bounces harmlessly off her cheek, but the second and much larger load shoots deep into her open and waiting mouth. You see her eyes react to the hot liquid, but she steadily takes the third, forth, and fifth spurts. As she closes her mouth, a final weak dribble lands on her chin. She faces the camera and raises her chin slightly. You see her Adam's apple move, and know she just swallowed the whole load. You know guys love it when you swallow, and you've even done it a few times, but it's a treat you reserve for only your favorite guys. But not tonight.

You drop to his shaft, and aggressively stroke, lick, and suck, and he rewards your good work with sounds of desperate satisfaction. The taste of his satisfaction grows, and you are almost surprised in the way you want and anticipate his load. As the end nears, you hear a muffled "don't stop", followed by a soft "I'm cumming". You feel the first warmth on your tongue, and then feel a stream of cum erupt into the back of your throat. As you continue, there are 4 or 5 more spurts, each less than one before. You lift your mouth off the head, and see his cum fall out of your mouth and onto his still-erect dick. You reach for a towel, and let the remaining cum fall in one gooey ball. You drop back down and continue gently sucking for a minute. 

"That was incredible," he says. 

You lay for together for awhile, and then there's a firm rap at the door. 

"That's the room service I ordered, Go back into the bathroom so I can answer it." 

You stand up and move to the bathroom. After you close the door, you hear the room's main door open and close. You go back into the main room. He is gone, and so are your clothes, but there is a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, and some more champagne.

Normally you would panic, stuck in a strange hotel room, and knowing that you have no clothes. But the desire in your pussy is overwhelming, blocking all normal reactions. You lay down on the bed, and spread your legs wide. You start gently pushing your finger into you, and letting your thumb roll over the clit. Just as the feelings start to get intense, there's a knock at the door. 

You shout out "Who is it?"

"It's George. I have your clothes, and Bill said you might need a hand."

It was going to be a good night.

Go to Part 4


Part 4 - - Release

George kicks off his sandals and walks to the bed, stripping off his shirt and pants. He's wearing the hottest looking boxers, and is definitely fully erect. As he nears the bed, you drop to your knees. 

"I need to get you caught up, and quick" you urgently say. 

He stops just in front of you, and with one sharp motion pull his boxers to the ground. His penis snaps sharply up, and bounces several times, like a ridged diving board. 

"I'm kinda surprised it is so hard," he trembles. "I was so turned on after you left the bar that I had to go into the bathroom and masturbate. I just can't believe that I get to be with tonight!".

He kicks off his briefs as I grab the base of his shaft with one hand, and cup his balls with the other. I raise his shaft out of the way, and with the other hand, gentle direct first one ball, then the other, into my mouth. He's completely clean shaven, and his balls are smooth and firm, with one being considerably larger than the other. I move my hand up and down his shaft, not quite able to get my fingers entirely around it. It, too, is completely shaven, and as ridged as a broom handle. The shaft is maybe a total of about 6 to 7 inches long, and ends with a large burgundy head. I think he's circumcised, but it's hard to tell since he's so hard. The head is much larger around than the shaft, and flares out at its base to form a deep, and I'm sure very sensitive, rim area. I move my hand rhythmically up and down his full length, being careful not to press too hard since he is dry. After a few strokes, he starts moaning gently, and a huge drop of precum appears on the tip. I gently spread the drop over the head, and even with one drop, it is much easier to move my hand. More and more drops appear, and soon his whole head is slippery and glossy, all from his own lubricant. I put his head against my lips, and slowly open my mouth. He glides his head into me, and I begin moving my lips up and down his shaft. I look into his eyes, and eyes are rolled back in ecstasy. He grabs the back of my head, and with increasing intensity, pushes his member deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. The sweet taste of precum has been replaced with the more earthy flavor of semen, so I know he is getting fully aroused. I pull away from him. 

"That's enough for now," you command. "I don't want you cumming in my mouth. I have big plans for that load!"

You stand up, turn around, and bend over the bed, with your legs spread wide apart. Your pussy is fully exposed, and he wastes no time in entering you. He's not gentle anymore, but fiercely attacks your pussy, driving his rod to the bottom with furious abandon as he stands behind you. His thighs slap against your butt and the bed creaks from each thrust. Sometimes he pulls it out at the end of stroke, with a loud popping noise as the member leaves its moist home, and I gasp eve time he drives it back in. I stand up, forcing him from me. 

"You ready to come?" I ask. 

He couldn't even speak, but just nodded his head. I lay back down, face up, with my legs up on his shoulders. 

"Let's finish this. I'm so hot I'll cum in just a couple strokes", you say.

But even before you said it, he was in you. His penis was sliding in and out in as steady, almost slow pace. His fingers were sliding up and down your hood in the same rhythm, and you feel the slow waves of pleasure building within. Soon the world closes down, and all you know is your pussy has never felt this good before. He keeps thrusting and stroking, and the tension keeps building. You can't make a sound now. A groan or a moan or a word just can't describe the rising anticipation between your legs. Your hips start to rise, and you feel your head pushing back into the bed. Your body tightens like a spring, and suddenly the world stops. Then a single wave of pleasure passes through your whole body, and you feel your head rise up. It is soon followed by a spasm that contorts your whole body, and your hear yourself yelling out "fuck me" in a low, almost surreal voice. Wave after wave hit, each one slightly smaller than the previous. After about a dozen contractions, you gain consciousness again, and feel George's penis still riding in you. 

You hear a soft but intense "I'm cumming", and then feel a first splash of warmth deep within you. The next one is bigger, and you feel the contraction up and down the full length of your pussy. As his orgasm nears its end, again you feel the rise of tension, and a whole new set of orgasm pleasure wave rock your body. After all is quiet, you lay for a minute with him in you. You feel him soften, and he slowly pulls himself from you. As your breathing slows, you look into his eyes. 

"I loved the fantasy that Bill had, but you are the best lover ever". 

"Well", he said, "that's OK, because George doesn't really exist. It was me behind the bar, it was me with you earlier, and it's me with you now".