0 comments/ 16295 views/ 6 favorites The Start of Something By: Christl It seemed to start innocently enough... a misdialed call to my desk was our first contact. The person's name he requested was familiar - turned out to be someone one floor down. He had such a nice voice as was so apologetic I kept talking to him long after we determined what number it was he was trying to reach. He was funny and friendly and before hanging up he teased he would call me back - wrong number and all. It wasn't until after I hung up I realized I didn't even know his name. So that's how it started. A few days later he called back 'just to say hello' and commented on the beautiful weather. His voice was deep and had a quality about it that made me wiggle my toes. I chided myself for feeling like a teenager when I heard it. We chitchatted and then he asked, "Thalia, what are you wearing today?" At first shocked by the question, I started to chuckle. Looking down at my short brown suit skirt and crisp white blouse I answered, "A red silk blouse and black suit pants." There was a pause before he answered, "I'm surprised at you, I didn't expect you to lie to me. You looked wonderful this morning in brown.... are you still wearing your suit jacket or did you take it off?" "What!? How did you..." "Don't lie to me again. You always seem so in control, Thalia, but there is something about you that begs me to take over, take you over. Do not be afraid, I have admired you for a while and I know I can make you happy," his voice had deepened. I spun around in my chair and looked at the closed door behind me. I knew I didn't recognize the voice, that I would know if I had heard before. The phone trembled slightly and I was totally unnerved but I did not hang up. "What do you want? Are you some kind of pervert? sicko?" I demanded. "I can defend myself, so consider yourself warned." Throwing in that last bit of bravado, I listened. He laughed softly, "I think I'm your kind, Thalia, the kind you want. You haven't hung up, and that proves my point to me, to some degree. You have a choice, hang up now and I will never call again, or listen. You have 10 seconds." "Freak", I thought, "asshole", staring at the phone. I was angry for myself for allowing myself to chat so much to such a person...... but yet strangely excited by his words. I put my lips to the receiver, ready to blast this jerk before slamming down the phone. I nerved myself to berate him. "I'm here," was all that escaped my lips. I could almost hear him smile. "You will do as I say, from now on. You will never be harmed my sweet, never pained beyond what you can endure, so put all fears from your mind. I will punish if you disobey. Tomorrow you shall wear that beautiful black suit you have, no stockings, no blouse. No panties, though I suspect you often go without. Just a push-up bra beneath the suit jacket. I'll let you choose your own shoes. Do not disappoint me." With that, he hung up. My suit? It had been weeks since I'd worn it. Then I finally realized the misdialed call was not misdialed. The next morning I critically stare at myself naked in the mirror. Fresh from the shower, I'm rubbing scented baby oil into my skin, morning ritual. Behind me on my bed lie two outfits, one a simple blouse and skirt, the other, a black suit I made long ago but classic. I look at my face, knowing I am not a beauty but have certain appeal to some men. I am short, smallish build but no matter how low I get my weight I still have hips, curves. I sigh, genetics! Cupping my breasts, I wonder what drew him to me, what made him think he could get away with controlling me.... what made him know. Startled, I realize I'm playing with my nipples. Damn! I have to get dressed. Turning around I went straight to the black suit. Who was I kidding even thinking I'd wear anything else? The work was torture. I jumped at every ring of the phone and could not concentrate at all. My small cleavage, now prominently presented and my bare legs drew looks which I tried to ignore. No call came, the bastard! Now convinced this was some stupid joke I was trying to get at least one thing completed before the day ended when one of the mail clerks brought by a plain box. "Just your name on it, sorry, don't know who delivered it." He left and I opened the box. Pulling back the tissue paper, I stop, get up and close my door. I walk back, hesitantly, as if it might bite. Beneath the tissue is a note: 'Good girl, tomorrow you choose but this is all I ask.' Underneath the note is a beautiful demi-bra and tiny matching panties. I raise my eyebrow, the bra is even the correct size. Hmmmm, the price of obedience is not bad. I have to smile, I had been hoping for a phone call from him, or more precisely, wanted a phone call, to hear his voice. Perhaps tomorrow. My choice, my choice. It was casual day and I was pushing the dress guidelines a bit but I did not care. Over the bra I had pulled on a simple, fitted smooth cotton top and had tied my simple wrap skirt over my hips. Thigh-high stay-up stockings, no garter belt to ruin the line of the skirt over my body. I had scented my skin, simply styled my hair and face. I was ready for his call. My reward came promptly, the phone rang as soon as I was at my desk. "I approve. You look lovely, next time you can go without the panties. Your ass looked beautiful in that skirt." He purred into my ear. "There will be a car waiting for you outside at 4:30 when you finish work." All common sense out the window, I could feel my nipples crinkle at the thought of a meeting. "No, I can't work on this tonight... I have plans!" I protested. "Sorry, Thalia, the original report was lost and some data is missing. They need the information tomorrow, the administrator has a flight to Ottawa at 9 am, when it is ready, leave it in the conference room, he has an early morning meeting there and can get it then." "But you don't understand, I don't know.. I can't cancel." "Like I said, I'm sorry, Thalia, but there is no choice in the matter. I'll approve your overtime." SHIT! At 5, my phone rings. Biting my lip I answer. "Where are you? I told you 4:30 and I meant 4:30. Promptness is expected." he growled. "I'm so sorry, please don't be angry. I had no choice, I have to get this done. If I could have contacted you, I would have. Please, I'm sorry." I couldn't believe how apologetic I felt. "Please, I think I will be done by 7:30, is that alright?" "You do not yet understand, Thalia. I tell you what to do, and if you continue this route, punishment is inevitable with this type of behaviour." With that, he hung up. I nervously chew on my lip... what the hell had I gotten myself into? Punishment? I stared at the computer, acutely aware of the door behind me. "I'm switching my desk around tomorrow, first thing," I think. I force myself back to work. Ah, done! I hole-punch the report and put it in binder. The sweet sense of satisfaction having done a good job. But niggling at the back of my head was the price of the report, it appeared to have cost me a very interesting night. Idiot! I scolded myself, what were you thinking? Going with a stranger to who knows where, it was probably a blessing that I had to work. Walking through the darkened building to the conference room, I wished there were some staff about, it was so quiet. It was Friday, and no one had stayed late, "Lucky buggers", I whispered to myself. I placed the report on the table and did a final flip-through, praying to not catch any errors. Suddenly I think I hear a noise. I freeze, straining my head towards where I thought the noise was coming from. I listen, but after a few minutes, hear nothing, I decide the past few days' events have gotten to me. "Just check this over and go home," I mutter to myself. I sit down in front of the paperwork and become engrossed with the report. When the hand comes over my mouth, I never have a chance to scream. I begin to struggle, terrified. The hand at my mouth squeezes harder. I stop struggling, fearful he will break my jaw. I breathe heavily with fear and feel a mouth lean in towards my ear. "Do not struggle. Do not be afraid. You offended me by not showing up but I am not going to hurt you." It is him! I want to fight back, to strike, but the strength in his hand made me think twice. Despite technique I knew I could be overpowered by a stronger or larger opponent. I would wait this out.... What could I do? I do not move a muscle as the hand was removed and stayed perfectly still as I feel some sort of silky cloth cover my eyes and tie at the back of my head. I sit still in the chair, trembling with fear. Again I heard his whispered voice. "Do not be afraid. I promise I will not hurt you unless I sense you desire it. What I shall do with you is drive you mad with desire for me alone. It shall be I you turn to when you want to cum, it shall be I who will decide when you cum as well." With a sharp intake of breath on hearing those words I feel frightened and incredibly aroused. I have never let anyone take control of a situation to this degree and thinking about having this man, this stranger, Him, do things to me made me dizzy. With that, I felt myself being lifted up from the chair, his hands under my arms helping me to stand. I was walked around to the end of the table. I was shaking so badly, I almost fell. He turned me around so that my back was against the table. I was still shaking and I could feel nervous tears form in my eyes beneath the blindfold. "Do not be afraid," the voice whispers. "I have wanted you for so some time." He moves closer to me. I feel his breath on my cheek and he rubs his cheek against mine. Slowly and softly he brushes my lips with his, placing his hand in my hair, pulling back my head and kissing my neck. Still holding my head, he moves his other hand around my back, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his entire body against me. He whispers, "I am going to make love to you. There will be no rape here. But I am going to tie you up. I blindfolded you so you will not be distracted, you will feel everything more keenly. You have nothing to fear." Upon hearing "tied up", I grow frightened. I start to move, try to push him away. He just holds me closer and tighter, my struggles stop. Pulling away from me, he grabs me by the waist, lifts me up and sits me on the table. He moves his hands to my upper arms and holds them tightly as he leans into my mouth, kissing me gently. I keep my mouth closed, still struggling as his tongue traces my lips. The tip of his tongue gently but forcefully opens my lips. Running his tongue across my closed teeth, he brings up one hand to my cheek and caresses it. He traces my ear with his fingertip, all the while moving his tongue across my teeth. I feel myself stop struggling as I open my mouth wide to accept his tongue. The minute his tongue touched mine my breath stops. We stay in that position, me sitting on the edge of the table, he standing between my legs, kissing me slowly. The sensation of his finger tracing my ear, pushing my hair behind my ear while he kissed me deeply with his tongue was more than I could bear. I suck his tongue deep into my mouth and feel my tongue move along the tip of his, slowly. As he continues to kiss me, he pushes me down on my back. I start to struggle again. I feel my legs try to kick him as I try to sit up. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head, forcing his body down on me. Again I hear that voice. "Let me do this, afterwards, you will want no other." He sounded so gentle and sincere that I stopped struggling. Deeply, I knew this was desireable to me, the growing wetness I felt betrayed that. And by him taking me in this way, I could rationalize letting go of my emotions through the knowledge that I have no other choice but to love the feelings. I am not able to feel indignation or fear. My mind and body are on fire! Again, I feel his mouth against mine. I stop struggling as he was on top of me. I cannot escape if I wanted to. The sensations his mouth create in me keep me from struggling. His tongue probes so deeply into my mouth. I can feel my breath quicken as the tips of our tongues meet in another passionate kiss. I am so lost in the kiss. He pulls away. "You must lie perfectly still. I am going to tie you up. It has to be this way. I will not hurt you." I hear him stand, keeping a hand on my stomach as he stoops towards the floor. Being blindfolded seems to heighten my hearing as I hear a zippered bag open. Standing up, he leans over between my legs and caresses my face, taking his time to trace it with the tips of his fingers. He then put his hands against my waist and slides me up higher on the table. When I stop, I am lying in the middle of the table. I bite my lips nervously, furiously blinking nervous tears away, it takes everything in me to not get up and run, tearing off the blindfold. I feel him take my left wrist and pull it upwards. I feel a soft piece of rope slide over my wrist as he ties it to the top left table leg. He walks around the other end of the table. Leaning over my from the right, he again kisses me with such slow passion, it takes my breath away. My heart pounds as he takes my right wrist and ties it high against the right table leg. He moves towards the bottom of the table and lifts my right leg. His fingers slide up my stockinged calf, massaging it for what seems like hours. He moves his hand up my thigh. His fingers play with the top of my stocking, stoking my inner thigh. I can feel my muscles trembling as he touches me. I can feel my pussy getting wet. Again, I feel a soft loop of rope being pulled over my ankle. He pulls my ankle out towards the bottom right table leg and ties it down. Moving towards my left leg, he holds it up and slowly kisses my calf, soft kisses from the bottom of my ankle to the back of my knee. I feel like I am going out of my mind as he moves his mouth towards my inner thigh. He bathes my thigh with his tongue as he again places soft rope over my ankle and ties it down to the left leg. He moves his mouth away from my thigh and I can feel him stand. He slowly walks around the table, never touching me, but I swear, his eyes felt like hands as he inspects me, fully clothed. I feel him stop at the head of the table. He leans over me and kisses the side of my neck. If my hands had been free, I would have held him close, kissed back this stranger. I do not know what has come over me, but all my fears leave as he moves his hands to the top of my shirt. He walks to the side of the table and sits down next to me, his thighs against my side. I hear the soft whisper of scissors opening and I tense. The cool metal tips touch my skin as they slowly slide under my shirt, slowly, deliberately, he cuts my shirt away. He does not open my shirt, just leaves it as it is. He gets off the table and moves toward the end where my ankles are tied. He slides both his hands up from my ankles past my calves to my thighs. The palms of his hands caress my pussy through my panties. My skirt is still on, intact. His hands are underneath my skirt as he massages my pussy and ass. I feel my pussy get wetter through my panties as his hand holds my pussy, gently stroking the lips through the silky material. I am embarrassed because I know he can feel my dampness. Pulling his hands out from under my skirt, he slowly unties and opens it. I hear his breath catch as he sees the panties he gave me, "Sweet Thalia," he almost growls in approval, his voice taking on a rougher sound, like sandpaper velvet. He gently cuts away his gift. He lifts my ass and pulls the panties away from me, leaving me with only my stockings. "Ahhhh," he purrs, "it is good you are shaved... no, waxed! Wonderful, that saves you doing this for our next encounter." "Next encounter?" I think. Sliding his hands up my body from the waist, he unsnaps my bra but does not open it right away. And I am grateful, conscious of my nipples, harder than they have ever been. He uses the scissors to cut the straps on both sides. I hear the scissors as he tosses it back into his bag. He stands up and, by the sound of it, he undresses. In my heat, I long to see what this man looks like. My ass starts moving slowly, I can not contain the wetness in my pussy. He crawls on the table between my thighs and again lies on top of me. He takes my face in both hands and kisses my eyelids through the blindfold. He kisses my cheek. He moves his mouth to my ear and traces it with his tongue while his other hand caresses and traces my other ear. As his tongue runs along the inside edges of my ear, he whispers, "This is only the start, tonight, I shall win you. After, you will do my bidding, willingly, happly, whenever I request and whatever I desire. This night is for you, this night will convince what you are and what you desire, and I will show you more of what it can be like, the ways you can be pleasured and can pleasure." My heart pounds as he moves towards my arms, kissing, stroking and nibbling my upper arms and shoulders. He uses the flat of his tongue to wash my skin. My bra is open but still closed as he moves his mouth towards my right nipple. He grabs that nipple with his teeth and flutters his tongue against it. His other hand traces the area all around my nipple, never touching it. I can feel the material of my bra get wet from his mouth as he sucks my entire breast into his mouth, never letting his tongue stop flicking my nipple. I start moaning as his other hand moves over my other breast, his palm slowly making circles on my nipple. He moves his face back towards my mouth and thrust his tongue hard into my tongue. I am straining to lift my head up so I can kiss him deeply. I am out of my mind with lust for this man I do not know. He slowly pulls his mouth away from mine. I imagine him looking at my nipples, one stuck to the material of my bra from his wet mouth, both of them hard and sticking through the material. Slowly he pulls my bra apart. When my nipples were finally exposed, I hear a gasp of delight. Moving his body down, he licks my left nipple, slowly, lovingly. Heightening my desire. He moves his hands to both breasts and tugs and pulls my nipples. He holds them between two fingers as his thumbs slowly scratch them gently. I feel myself growing wild. I can not move but I strain against my bonds as my nipples grow even harder! He moves his mouth slowly down my body. His tongue plays with my navel ring, tickling my navel. He slides his hands down from my breasts slowly, moving slowly down my sides to caress my hips. His mouth moves towards my inner thighs. He licks his tongue at the place where my thigh meets my pussy. Slowly, achingly, he licks. Closer and closer he comes to my wide open pussy. "Please," I sigh. Lifting his head up, he asks, "Please what, my captive?" "Please, kiss my pussy. Suck my clit. Finger my pussy. Please make me cum. I beg of you." I plead, the buildup has been too much, I need release. I feel his breath blow warm against my open lips. Using two fingers, I can feel his eyes on my pussy as his fingers trace the outside edges of my cunt. Slowly, he moves his fingers up and down, never touching my inner lips or clit but I can feel it stiffen and harden. I try to move my hips, encouraging him to enter. He will not let me have my way. I can feel his fingers pull my lips out away from my opening. Holding the lips open with two fingers, he traces my inner cunt, from the top just above my clit, to my clit and down to the opening with the fingers of his other hand, past my pussy opening and to my ass. Up and down, slowly, never lingering at any one spot, just moving slowly up and down. "Please, please put your fingers in my pussy," I sob, this was too much, this loss of control the slowness, deliberateness of his touch. He is not listening to me. The Start of Something Everyone in this story, which is based on fact, is over eighteen. I was absurdly innocent for my age when these happenings began, a good while ago. Things changed... * My wife Ingrid and I were on holiday in Romania, staying in a package-deal hotel at the beach resort of Mamaia, on the Black Sea coast. It was hot. Every night a fairly crap band played fairly crap music for guests to dance to, but things livened up when they played a Romanian dance -- I think it was called the 'Perinitza' or some such thing. Everybody pranced around in a circle, holding hands, with one person in the middle, holding a scarf. If this person was female, she hooked it around the neck of a bloke she fancied in the circle, and they snogged, then the bloke took the scarf and hooked a girl, and so on, and so on. Pretty simple. Ingrid was a rather attractive, very Nordic blonde, and I was, I suppose, a fairly well-set-up sort of a six-footer, in those days, so we both got 'hooked' quite often, and I found myself grabbing, and being grabbed by, a slim, rather slutty brunette from Milton Keynes, who breathed that her name was Sharon, when she came up for air. But Christ, she could snog, fairly sucking the tongue out of my head, so that I had to creep back to the circle doing my best to hide a king-size erection. Ingrid was also in some demand, being seized by a big Russian she said was smelly, and a horny Swede who brought no complaint from her. When we got back to our room, she was out of her little sundress in no time, panties off, and pulling a pillow under her buttocks, the way she liked it. I drove into her wetness with all the rigid urgency of my twenty-eight years. We had only been married two years then, and at least one fuck per night was the norm. Her hips rose to meet me, her long legs locking behind my thighs, and she groaned her pleasure in my ear as I rammed deep into her, the moisture of her cunt squelching with every thrust, until I came, in huge gushes. Neither of us mentioned the catalytic effect of our Romanian dances, and the snogging that went with them. This went on for the whole holiday, and I think sown the seeds of the next phase of our social life. Parties had already become part of our life, before our holiday, a loose group of friends getting together in each others' houses perhaps once a week. We'd dance to the current music, and hold each other's wives close, wearing their long, silky dresses which were then the fashion. It was, I think, Ingrid, who started the snogging trend, but it quickly caught on, and I, for one, didn't object, especially when I got to grips with the lissome Anne, who could have kissed for England. I had a fairly permanent stiffy throughout these parties, and Ingrid was always wet and ready when we got to bed, so our sex-life was never better. But, of course, as with all things in this life, you always want more, don't you? I had invited along to one of our parties a workmate, Derek, who hadn't been to one before, and he brought along his wife Dawn. Wow, what a dish, I thought! Slightly below average height, perhaps, she was slim, and had the face of an angel, with big, dark eyes, and a wide, generous mouth. Her hair was a long, chestnut mane. She wore a long, pale pink dress of some silky material, with spaghetti straps, which could no way have concealed a bra. In fact, she looked just about ready for bed. Ever the perfect host, I asked her if she would like to dance, having ascertained the Ingrid was busy preparing food. Dawn moulded her body to me instantly, and when I surreptitiously ran my hand down to her buttocks, she whispered smilingly into my ear, 'That's right, Andy, I'm not wearing panties.' 'Christ!' I said, 'I'm not going to be able to dance with you for long, Dawn.' For reply, she nibbled my ear-lobe, which didn't actually do much to calm me down. When I kissed her, it was a sweet, lingering one, our tongues working overtime as she pressed her lithe body against me. When Ingrid turned up the lights and announced that food was ready, I didn't want to relinquish my hold on Dawn, but she whispered that we ought to dance with our respective spouses, and held my hand with a meaningful (I thought) squeeze as we parted. When we all parted at the end of the party, she again gave my hand a longer-than-usual hold, which felt more like a caress. So it was that, on the pretext of visiting a client, I made sure Derek was safely in his office one early afternoon the following week, and found myself parking outside the bungalow he and Dawn occupied at the other side of our town. On second thoughts, I drove around the corner, parked a way down a side street, and walked back, then, as casually as possible, went and knocked on the door. At first I thought there was nobody at home, but then heard footsteps, and was suddenly face-to-face with a dishevelled Dawn, in jeans and a sweat-shirt, a trowel in her hand. 'Andy!' she said, 'Come in. But look at me -- I was gardening, planting. God, what a mess!' She looked pretty good to me, even like that, and I said so. 'You're a lying, charming bastard, you know,' she said, 'Look, I'd just finished anyway, so let me get you a drink, then I'll have a shower and do a quick change. I won't keep you.' She went and put down away her trowel, and whatever else she was working on, then came back. 'Do sit down, Andy, and let me get you a drink. What would you like? We've got......just about everything. But what are you doing here?' 'Oh just a glass of juice or something would be nice.' I didn't answer her second question. She put a large tumbler of orange juice down on the table in front of the sofa I had sat on. 'Won't be long,' she said, and trotted off through a door that appeared to lead into a corridor. I heard another door, then the sound of water running. I looked around me at all the usual framed wedding photos, rows of books, shelves with various ornaments, and wondered what on earth I was doing there. I had been married to Ingrid for some four years, and had never gone astray -- yet here I was, on the verge of doing just that, or, at least, I thought, I hoped so. She was gone a littlee while. I looked at my watch, saw that it was only four o'clock. Derek wouldn't be home for a couple of hours at least. I sipped my juice, and looked around as the door opened and Dawn walked in. The transformation was complete. Her hair was pinned up, presumably to avoid wetting it in the shower, and she was letting it down as she walked across to sit opposite me, its glorious auburn locks tumbling around her lovely face. She wore a blue silk robe, tied loosely at the waist with a broad white ribbon. It fell open casually as she sat, revealing a long slender leg, her foot dangling a black, furry mule, with a spike heel that must have measured five inches. Around her slender ankle was clasped -- for my benefit? -- a gold chain, its loose end swinging free a couple of inches. 'You didn't tell me what brought you here,' she said, a smile playing on her luscious lips. 'No, I didn't, did I?' My cock throbbed, just from looking at her. I noticed she had put in long, gold ear-rings -- I was sure she wasn't wearing them when she came in from the garden -- and I was sure she had done something to her make-up. 'Maybe it was the party?' she suggested, 'I can be a little.....forward.' Was she putting me down? But no, as she said that, she leaned forward, and patted my knee, and as she did so, her robe fell open, so that I could see her breasts. I knew it was deliberate, and, taking up the cue, reached out and cupped one with my hand, finding it warm and so, so firm, the nipple responding immediately, growing and hardening in my fingers. 'Oh God, Andy, I like that!' she said, and slid off the chair, then joined me on the sofa. In a flash, we were kissing, our breathing now coming in gasps as our tongues fought in each others' mouths. I caressed her gorgeous, firm breasts, telling her how lovely I found them, but she was occupied with my belt buckle, then my zipper. I had to help by pushing down my boxers, to release my world-record erection, then her hand was encircling it, stroking, tenderly fondling my engorged member. I felt her soft hair around it, then her tongue was licking at my crown. She looked up at me as her lips took my cock in their intimate embrace, and I thought I should cum instantly. But she was no novice, and grasped my shaft at its lower end, cutting off the blood supply, slowing me down. Quite suddenly, she released my cock, and I wondered briefly if I had breached some unwritten code, but she stood up swiftly, and shrugged off her robe, so that she was stood right in front of me, gloriously naked, save for a fine gold chain around her narrow waist. I started to reach up for her, but she pushed me back, then slowly parted her legs, her eyes never leaving mine. Both hands went to her pussy, which I now saw was completely devoid of hair -- not very usual in those days, so far as I knew -- and she very deliberately parted the folds of her labia, arching her back slightly, so that I could see the damp, pink depths of her cunt. The sight inflamed me, so that I almost came, right there and then -- only willpower stopped me. 'Fuck me, Andy!' she said, simply, and just lowered herself slowly, ever so slowly, impaling herself on my urgent, pulsing weapon. I had never known anything like this in my life, and drove into her to the very hilt of my sword. But it was Dawn who was doing the fucking, and she controlled me, bringing me to the very brink, then reaching down and grabbing my shaft hard to prevent me from cumming too soon. But then her moans grew to shouts of joy, and she suddenly threw her head back, and yelled, 'Yeesss! Cum in me now. Fill me with your spunk!' I obliged. 'Oh Dawn,' I said, when I had recovered the power of speech, 'Now and only now, do I know what sex is really like.' I meant it. But then came the bombshell. 'I...I...don't know how to tell you this, Andy,' said Dawn, hesitantly, pulling her robe back on, then was silent, and looked to be close to tears. 'What is it, love?' I asked. 'Derek and I are off to Australia next week,' she blurted out, 'for good.' 'B..but, I didn't even know he was quitting the firm,' I said. 'No, love, he's kept it quiet,' she said, and now she was crying for real. I couldn't find words to say. On the way home, I realised that my marriage was on its last legs. There were more parties, but no Dawn. My wife soon announced that she was leaving me -- no surprise there -- and it wasn't long before I started up a different, and altogether more loving relationship. But that's another story... The Start of Something Amazing Some people might find it a bit cliché to be standing on the outdoor observation deck at the Empire State Building in the arms of your lover on Valentine's Day, but for hopeless romantics like Marcus and I, nothing could be more perfect. It was only 20 degrees out, but I was warm and cozy in Marcus' arms. We had only been dating for two months, but I was so filled with love and desire for this man that just being near him set my heart fluttering and my body heat rising. I knew that I was with the man I was meant to spend my life with, and as I stood there in his arms, I thought about how we ended up here. I met Marcus a couple of weeks before Christmas at a Holiday Fair, where we were both had volunteered to help out. I immediately liked Marcus as soon as we started working together. He had a quick wit, and a warm personality. He had a smile that could brighten any room, and an infectious laugh. After four hours of selling raffle tickets, Marcus asked me to join him for dinner, and we wound up staying at the pub chatting until it closed at 2:00 in the morning. As Marcus walked me to my car, he asked if he could see me again, and requested my phone number. Numbers exchanged, Marcus took me in his arms and gave me a soft tender kiss on the lips. It was just a short closed mouth kiss, but it sent waves of excitement through my body. I knew at that moment that I wanted to spend more time with Marcus, and see where it went. We had spent each night for the past two months getting to know each other, and building a relationship. Each day, we grew closer and closer, but we had yet to consummate our relationship. And now, two months later, I as I stood in his arms watching a light snowfall blanket New York City, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else This was really turning out to be a perfect day. Marcus took me to a matinee of "Rent", and then for an early dinner at Le Cirque. As I stood there in his arms, my body ached for him. I longed for his skin against mine. I longed to feel him deep inside of me. My thoughts and desires were interrupted by the feel of Marcus' lips on the nape of my neck, and my earlobe. He asked, "What are you thinking about, love?" I looked deep into his hazel eyes, and said, "I'm thinking about how much I want you." I put my mouth on his, and parted his lips with my tongue. My tongue swirled around his tongue, moving deeper into his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth fueled my desire for him--it was like each breath I took had to be placed into my body from him before I could exhale. When our lips broke away from each other, Marcus breathlessly whispered, "Let's go back to the hotel." We kissed deeply as we rode down the elevator to the lobby, and then headed outside to catch a cab. When the cab pulled into the breezeway at the Marriott Marquis, Marcus quickly paid the fare. We took the elevator up to our floor and entered our room. As soon as the door was shut, we kissed each other fiercely. Our hands were exploring every inch of each others clothed body. I pulled away from Marcus and said, "Make love to me." Marcus unzipped my dress and pulled it off of my body, letting it fall to the ground. I stood in front of him, in a black lace bra and matching panties, thigh high nylons, and heels. I am a BBW, and have always been self-conscious about being naked in front of men, but the smile on Marcus' face quickly pushed those feelings aside. He ran his hands down my sides, tracing the supple lines of my curves. His buried his face in my 44D breasts and kissed them through my bra. Kissing my neck, he whispered, "You're beautiful." Marcus reached behind and unfastened my bra strap. My breasts bounced gently as they were released from my bra, and Marcus cupped them with his hands. Slowly, Marcus ran his tongue around every inch of my right breast while he massaged my left breast with his hand. His tongue lapped harder around my right nipple, and he nibbled it, while pinching my left nipple, making them both rock hard. Marcus slowly kissed, and licked my stomach. He probed my navel with his tongue, and moved down to my moist vagina. He put his fingers in the waist band of my panties, and slid them down my legs. He put his nose in my vagina and deeply sniffed in the sensuous aromas. Marcus led me to the bed, and gently pushed me down. He spread my legs wide apart, and kissed my vagina. He licked my vagina from my anus to my clitoris with light, slow, deliberate motions. His hand pulled and teased my pubic hair and massaged my pubic mound. I moaned softly and began to play with my breasts as Marcus licked my vagina harder and faster. He nibbled on my clitoris, and licked it fast and hard. My breathing became heaveir as Marcus' quickened the pace off his tongue on my clit. He put two fingers inside my vagina and pushed them in deeply, scraping his nails against my vaginal walls and wiggling them inside of me. I moaned louder as Marcus quickly thrust his fingers in me deeper and harder. My body began to tremble and I let out an involuntary scream as I felt the waves of orgasm fill my body. Marcus covered my vagina with his mouth, and sucked up every drop of the sweet nectar of my cum, swallowing the sweet warm juices. He moved his mouth to mine, and kissed me deeply, and I tasted my cum on his tongue. Marcus pulled me into a sitting position and stood before me. He started to untie his tie, but I pushed his hands away and took his tie off. I unbuttoned his shirt, and ran my hands along his toned abs. I slid his shirt off his body and kissed his chest all over. I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I gently slid his pants off, and he stepped out of them. I stroked his penis through his boxers, and was pleasantly surprised to find it was already erect. It was about eight inches long, and thick. My vagina tingled with anticipation of feeling Marcus' penis inside of me, but first, I wanted to wrap my mouth on it. I slid Marcus' boxers off and began to stroke his penis with slow, gentle strokes. I moved my mouth to his testicles and wrapped my mouth around one. I nibbled his testicles gently and sucked them as I stoked his penis harder and faster. I licked around his hard shaft and kissed the head of his penis. I put my mouth around his penis and moved my mouth up and down, scraping my teeth against it. I sucked hard on Marcus' penis while I massaged his testicles, squeezing them hard and fast. Marcus was breathing hard, and moaning loudly. He was trusting his penis into my mouth while I sucked harder. Marcus screamed as I felt his warm salty cum fill my mouth. I moaned as I swallowed his cum, and licked around his penis to get every lost drop. Marcus moved his mouth to mine, and kissed me deeply, tasting the remnants of his cum in my mouth. He positioned me at the edge of the bed, and stood in front of me. He spread my legs wide open, and put his penis deep inside my vagina. I moaned softly as I felt his penis deep inside of me. Marcus was thrusting his penis is deep, slow thrusts. I felt as if my vagina was meant to have Marcus' penis in it. His hard shaft filled my vagina, setting it on fire. His penis was so thick that it was a bit of a tight fit, but the friction of his penis against my cervix was unlike anything I've ever felt before. I moaned louder as Marcus quickened is pace, his testicles slapping against by body loudly. Marcus leaned over and sucked on my breast as he continued to thrust his penis deep inside of me. My body began to tremble, and we both screamed as we began to orgasm at the same time. My vagina was throbbing with excitement as I experienced the most intense orgasm I've ever felt, the cum pouring out of me. Marcus collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing hard, and held me close as we held each other basking in the glorious moment of our first sexual encounter. I rested my head on his chest and said, "I love you, darling" as I kissed his chest. Marcus squeeze me tightly, kissed my forehead, and said, "I love you, too, my love." As I dozed off to sleep, I was happy and content in his arms, knowing that I would spend many more nights falling asleep in his arms. The Start of Something Beautiful The author would like the audience of Literotica to know that they spent the second half of writing this story at their desk with a dildo inside them. It's not really related to the story, but it's a fun bit of trivia. * Raze the succubus padded through the vacant halls of the City of Dis, her paws giving a soft scrape as her claws clicked and scratched against the pale granite. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the hopeless wails of the damned - at the very least, the pussies were muffled by the city's thick stone walls. Even if you tempted thousands of them into falling dick-first down here, the sound of wailing humans can fray the temper after its first century of ceaseless repeat. Raze stopped and put her back to the nearest wall, slumping to the floor and taking care not to sit on her fur-tipped tail. She wasn't sure what breeding had given her mammalian paws, ears and a tail along with her traditional demon's horns, but considering how much more comfortable they were, she wasn't about to complain. She pressed her knees to her breasts and exhaled - perhaps, if she had scored a flat chest and a child's body, she could have gotten a slot tempting pedophiles and could make her way up to earth more often. But, no, her stupid big tits and obnoxious round ass had landed her in Standard Seduction Detail, and she could only go to earth and escape the monotony of Hell every couple of weeks. The intervening time, to her furious exasperation, was spent torturing excess souls with a meathook and staring at the walls of Dis. It wasn't that she missed earth, or that she hated Hell - rather, she wanted to miss home. She was here too often to immerse herself in the pained choruses as she used to, to feel the heat of hellfire warm her skin like a lover's tongue. Too long even in hell and the novelty fades. Raze sighed and rolled her pierced nipples between her fingers. On top of everything, it'd been forever since she'd had a satisfactory fuck. Raze's succubus biology was tailored to provide the most overpoweringly sensual experience possible, which was a useful tool in seduction but also meant that any mortal man that she coaxed into penetrating her would cum in seconds, his soul immediately lost to the Unending Fire along with her satisfaction. And it wasn't like any of the crimson-skinned torturers around the Pits could last much longer, as much as they obviously wished they could. Meatheads. Raze stood again and to continue home, trying to put her boredom and dissatisfaction out of her mind. Even the halls of Dis and its beautiful blood-colored pillars and arches looked to Raze like rust-colored teeth and pale, infected sphincters. As much as Raze loved hell, at this moment she couldn't bring herself to imagine anything in here that could possibly make her happy. As Raze took her first couple steps, something hit her, and hit her hard. She felt the breath leave her lungs as the wind was knocked out of her and she dropped to all fours. She couldn't see her attacker, but when she felt the hot, soft skin of a rigid dick rub against the inside of her thigh, she realized what was happening. Damn it twice, she thought, these fucking brutes. One of the torturers from the Pit had seen something they liked and decided they wanted to take Raze whether she liked it or not, she was sure of it. Even as a succubus, there was only so much stress she could handle, and she began to struggle against her aggressor. "Hey, asshole, watch-" Her protests were cut off as she was grabbed by the hair and her head was forced to the floor. She felt the swollen cockhead press against the lips of her pussy and she continued to attempt to pull herself to her feet. She was forced down again and the cock pushed itself inside her, and she screamed as its demonic girth forced her apart. Raze shrieked as the shaft pushed itself inside her writhing pussy, and she worked its length with her ribbed, prehensile cervix walls to bring the cock to climax as quickly as she could. The dullard Pit Beasts couldn't hold on longer than a couple of seconds if she worked her magic, no matter how eager they were. To Raze's alarm, her efforts were only met with a low growl as the thick cock plowed further into her, gathering speed until it pistoned into her pussy and her arms gave out. Her chest was forced to the floor, pressing her jiggling tits against the cold granite. Raze felt her claws scrape against the stone as she felt the penetration again, and again, and again, until it hit her: this was not going to stop any time soon. She screamed for help, for someone to pull the growling Pit Beast off her so she could stagger home with her insides intact. But the halls of Dis were empty, and no help was coming. The long, thick cock began to increase its pace and Raze felt her ass slam against her rapist's waist as his balls slapped against her clit. She continued to struggle, but her attacker had pinned her completely. She screamed and gasped and took it as best she could. Two minutes had passed before Raze realized that her pussy had become soaked through, spilling her juices onto the stone floor and moistening the cock that pushed inexorably through her insides. Despite herself, Raze's eyes rolled back and a puddle of drool began to form in the floor around her face. She tried to convince herself that she wasn't enjoying this, that this cunt from the Pits couldn't just have her way with her, a succubus, a sex demon, an ascendant goddess of lust, but every time she tried to form a train of thought her assailant fucked her indignation into oblivion. Raze found that her pussy, from her vagina to her cervix to the uterus that her aggressor's glorious, hateful cock probed and threatened to violate, begin to undulate and milk her rapist's dick for all it was worth. Beyond her fury and indignation, Raze's building lust wanted to earn the cum that her assailant so obviously wanted to pour inside her, and her entire body began to jack him off with the whole of her demonic insides. Whatever infernal ape was fucking her, they were one in a million; after they were done, she could easily enthrall them and enslave them for her own purposes. They would be her own personal cock, and she could use them to fuck her way to a better life down here in Hell. This train of thought was quickly derailed when, after twenty minutes of vigorous, wet, noisy pounding, the cock buried inside Raze's pussy twitched. Subconsciously, Raze gasped and her cunt redoubled its efforts to finish off her attacker. The cock twitched a second time, a third, and then pushed balls-deep inside Raze. There was a tense pause, and Raze attempted to say something to admonish whatever churlish demon had decided to attempt to claim her, but her words caught in her throat as the spray of cum began. It was unlike anything that Raze had ever felt. She shrieked as she felt her uterus filled with her assailant's spunk, her belly filled to capacity with roiling sperm as the demon fucking her continued to pour cum inside her. Despite herself, Raze felt her pussy clench in an airtight vice grip around the glorious spurting cock inside her so as to keep as much of the warm, thick semen inside her as possible. The cum continued to pour for what seemed to Raze like a minute, filling her up until her stomach bulged outward, until she felt a hand descend on her ass in a vicious spank and her pussy released the cock. Raze slumped forward on her knees and felt eight more loads spurt on her asscheeks, her back, her horns, her hair. She was full of cum, covered in it, and she had never felt more satisfied. Before she could catch her breath, she felt a fist curl in her hair, tightening its grip and pulling her upright with a gasp. She felt a hand pass over one of her breasts, kneading at the flesh and pulling at the pierced nipple, tweaking the small pink mound and playing with the ball bearings at each end. Something wasn't right, though. Despite the huge dick that had pushed inside her, the hands were unexpectedly small - still larger than Raze's but much closer to her proportions. This wasn't some Pit Beast fucking her. This was something else. Raze's line of thought was once again cut as she felt the stiff cockhead brush between the cleft of her cum-soaked asscheeks. "Woah, stud, wait a secon-" Raze managed to choke out, still trying to catch her breath. Before she could finish, however, the massive cock drove into her asshole like a wedge and she finished her sentence with a scream. Her intestines seemed to uncoil for the massive drill that pushed inside her, forcing her apart and filling her to bursting. Raze coughed, spluttered and gasped as her assailant's shaft slid all the way inside her, forcing itself all the way into what felt like Raze's ribcage. Raze heard a small splat as her pussy released a torrent of the cum that had been trapped inside it, and as her glorious rapist fucked her in the ass, her uterus released load after load of cum in a thick, sticky geyser until all that was left was a thin trickle. Raze, meanwhile, was beginning to take leave of her senses. The hurricane of pleasure that rocked her body had only grown since her expulsion of the warm, wonderful, invasive semen, and even her succubus body was beginning to succumb to the ecstasy. And then, when she thought she could take no more, she felt another invading presence at the slit of her pussy. Before she could think of what it could be, it plunged inside her, penetrating her for what had to be at least four inches and then undulating like a tongue. Yet another protrusion, this one a part of whatever was in her pussy, began to wriggle against her clit, and then it hit her - whatever her assailant was, it was fucking her with its tail. The dual penetration was too much. Raze's body thrashed with the force of the fucking, and she was claimed by the first orgasm she'd had in centuries - one that had taken every man and woman in Cairo to give her. Her body contorted, still sticky with cum, and she released a tidal wave of juices from her slavering pussy, which soaked the ground beneath her and mixed with the semen she had just spilled from inside her. It didn't stop there, however. The mysterious rapist continued to claim Raze, pounding her pussy and her ass until her vision blurred and her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling in comatose pleasure. After an hour of pounding and repeated, bone-rattling orgasms, Raze felt the cock twitch within her once again. She gasped, shaken free of her reverie, just in time for the cock to slide free from her ass with a long, sucking slurp. The fist released her hair and she fell forward, still on her knees with the tail sliding in and out of her. There was a pause, and the only sound in the halls of Dis was Raze's pussy getting pounded by a stranger's tail. Then, a long, low, growling moan. Raze yelped as the tail twisted within her and flung her sideways, onto her back, so that she was splayed before her captor. Before she could get a good look at whatever had been railing her for the past hour and a half, her vision was obscured by the second jet of cum. It coated her body, sprayed on her tits, hosed over her mound and the tight curve of her belly. It soaked into her hair, the coarse fur on her legs, every pore of her skin. She lay there on the stone floor, covered front to back and head to toe in cum. Raze had no idea who or what had just fucked her, but she was fairly certain that she had fallen in love. After a few moments of panting through the film of semen that covered her mouth and nose, Raze noticed that the mysterious rapist had offered her a hand. She extended a long, twitching tongue and licked the cum from her lips and, with a little effort, her eyes, before taking the hand and hauling herself up, oozing cum and pussy juices and smiling contentedly. The demon before her grinned brightly, a pair of wide, glittering eyes staring at her from under a shock of dark hair. A pair of long horns curled back behind his head, and a pair of tattered black wings folded behind him. His thick, shark-like tail drooped alongside his long, semi-hard cock, both of which dripped cum into a pool at his hoofed feet. Raze blinked in surprise. In all her centuries of service as a demon of lust, she had never seen an incubus before. He was beautiful. The incubus's grin broke into a smile, and he waved awkwardly. "Hi!" he managed to say. "I, uh, I saw you down at the Pits and I kinda thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. So, I, uh," he rubbed at his jaw, "man, I'm really not good at this. I've never had to do it before!" Raze nodded, dazed and captivated. As silly as it was, she had never actually spoken to one of her fucks, either. She had never wanted to until now. "Anyway," the incubus continued, "you feel amazing, and I think that's the first time in a century I haven't had to force myself to get off. We can go our separate ways, if you want, but..." Raze watched as he trailed off. "What's your name?" she finally asked. "Char," he replied. He scratched behind one of his horns nervously. "I gotta say, I saw this going differently in my head. I was gonna take you, fuck you, seduce you, make you mine, the usual deal, I guess you know how all that works, but now... I really have no idea what to make of this. Literally dumbfounded." Raze stepped forward and grabbed Char by the throat. He stopped rambling and grit his teeth as Raze dug her nails into his neck. For some reason, the look of genuine despair in Char's eyes warmed Raze's heart - to think that he could be so wounded that someone he had just met would want to kill him, here in the depths of hell. Perhaps he did feel something for her. Perhaps she was in love. Raze pulled Char toward her by his throat and pressed her lips against his. She felt Char gasp in surprise, but after a moment he embraced her and held her close. She felt her slick, cum-covered breasts press into his chest, his arms wrap around her, their tails entwine. Whatever was happening, it was amazing. And, to make matters even better, she could feel Char's growing erection pressing against her leg. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, and he gazed back. "Hey, wait a minute," she said, "didn't I hear somewhere that sex demon couples get priority on journeys to earth?" "Oh, hey," Char said, intrigued, "you know, I think that might be right! You want to ask around?" "In an hour or two," Raze said. "For now, though..." Raze turned around and bent over, offering her plump, wet slit to Char. "Might be longer than that," Char said, "I didn't know how you'd react to being raped so I wanted to keep it short." "Take me now," Raze growled, and Char laughed. He stepped forward, grabbed Raze by her wrists, plunged his cock balls-deep into Raze's waiting pussy, forced his tail into her quivering, widened asshole, and the two began fucking anew. The halls of Dis echoed with their moans and roars, and the legions of lust felt the first inklings of pure, true, sex-fueled love permeate their ranks. The Start Of Something Good The start of something good. I see you as you walk off the plane and I feel a wet, pulsating feeling between legs, the thought of all the fun we are going to have this long weekend. You see me from a far as you step off the plane and immediately you feel arise in your pants as you try to control it being in public you are having a hard time knowing of all the things we have discussed we are going to do sexually that weekend. We embrace as I feel your hard cock against me I ask you are you happy to see me slave and of course you answer yes my mistress you know I am happy to see you and we kiss there in the terminal a long passionate kiss for all to see. I take you to my van and we load everything up and of course you have brought your toolbox of toys to add to my ever-growing collection. We drive away and you immediately put your hand up my skirt as you comment on the fact I was wearing one and you feel and discover I had no panties on. Mistress you don’t like to wear a skirt but my slave this is a special occasion and I have worn the skirt for you. As you slide a finger in you realize there is something inside my pussy your cock rises and rise in your pants and you start to get very wet you ask mistress what do you have in your pussy.......dessert. I look at you with such mischief in my eyes and undo your pants and take out your cock and tell you to take that huge drip off your cock and feed me. You do and I take your cock in my hand and stroke it as I drive. We finally get to my place and I take your hand and lead you into my place and shut the door behind and push you up against the door and kiss you and move my way down to your cock that I have missed for months and have wanted it sop much in my mouth I take and suck it until you cum in my mouth and I cum up to you and share a kiss a passionate cum filled kiss between friends and lovers. After the kiss you turn me around and push me up against the door and lift my skirt up, I tell you its not time for dessert but you can lick me till I cum on the dessert inside and your face and tongue. So u licks my pussy till I cum hard on the dessert inside my pussy and your face and you share a kiss with me. We clean up and you ask what we are going to next and I said well we have both cum already but there are things we never got to do together so that’s the plan. We decided to head out for dinner and get a bite to eat and meet some of my friends. So we head for dinner me in the skirt again and no panties and drive to the restaurant to meet up with my friends. I introduce you to my friends and we get a table. My friend Brenda is there the only one who would be open to playing with us. We are all talking and me and you are on our best behaviour cuz were with my friends but every once in awhile we will touch each other under the table. The conservative friends all have to go on their way and me and you ask Brenda to come over for a movie. She accepts the invitation. We drive home to my place and were talking and laughing and flirting a bit and she is feeling comfortable with it all. We get to my place and me and her go into the kitchen and you can hear us laughing and giggling but you are loving it. We decide to put a movie in and we sit on the couch you in the corner, me beside you cuddling up with you and Brenda in the other corner. Its a horror movie so it starts and of course not long into it me and you are doing some very lightly petting. The movie is getting real good but scary and Brenda gets a bit scared so I offer you to her to cuddle with to so you and me move and you cuddle up with me and her as me and you continue to lightly pet each other. I ask her isn’t he hot and sexy Brenda? She says yes. You say Brenda isn’t she hot and sexy and Brenda says she is. Me and her look at each other behind you and we both kiss you at the same time all three of our tongues touching and kissing. We both turn to kiss you on the lips as all three of our tongues; lips meet passionately feels so good. Then Brenda and I turn and kiss each other and then back to you all three of us kissing again. We tell you then that we had this planned for awhile for you and once I knew when you were coming down to Ontario we started to plan details to our threesome or....... We both start to unzip your pants and pull your cock out and of course there is a huge drip off of it and I tell Brenda to take the first lick of your cock and taste you and she does and brings it to both of our mouths so we can all share. We take you to my room and undress you there. Standing there before two sexy women naked and hard so sexy. We tell you to get on the bed and lie on your back she takes one hand and ties it to the bedpost as I take the other and do the same. The two of us now start to do a show for you we undress each other and do a strip tease for you touching each other and kissing each other and making you want us so bad. Once we undressed each other we climb on the bed and we both start to suck your cock to women sucking your cock the ultimate for you and I want to make that come true for you and I have. Brenda continues to suck on you as I leave and come back with my toy box full of toys. I ask Brenda what toy should we use first on this sexy man. She goes through my toy box and pulls out my butt plug lube it up and insert it in you as I go and suck your cock as she slides the toy in and out your forbidden place. We play with that one for 15 mins as I suck for that much time, we then switch it up she sucks on you and I change the toy I take it out and get the one that looks like you the uncut cock dildo. As I slide it in your bum she sucks your cock hard and fast we are in sync together as I slide the toy as she sucks you. You are close to cumming you tell me so we stop sucking on you and we leave the toy in you but we cum up to kiss you and we decide that we need some play time so I kiss her and start to move my way down to her chest and kiss and suck on her breasts while you watch and have the toy in you. She then takes me and kisses my way down and kisses my breasts and she had never had a nipple ring before and loved the way it felt in her mouth. You are so turned right now watching us suck on each others nipples, we then go on either side of you and put one breast of Brenda’s in your mouth and one of mine in your mouth. So hot. I tell Brenda to climb on your face and I ride your face as I climb on your cock and ride your cock god how I have missed that cock in my pussy I love it and have missed it so much. I reach around and feel your balls and play with them and grab the toy and push it in and out of your ass. After 15 mins of riding you we switch it up and I ride your face and Brenda rides your cock. She gets to feel your amazing cock in her pussy and I ask her if it is as good as I had told her and she says even better. Another 15 mins go by and we get off of you and figure its enough time and think we can suck you again for a while. I suck on your cock and she takes toy out and gets the pump toy. She puts it in and pumps it up and pumps it up until you tell us when. Then she comes and sucks on your cock with me. As I stop sucking your cock and we leave the toy in you again I pull out my double dildo and I lay beside you and slide it in me and then Brenda slides on the other end are pussys touching each other as we fuck the dildo. You are telling us to fuck it hard and fuck each other hard you are so turned on and cant believe how hot that is. I take it out of me and turn around and slide it my ass and Brenda and I fuck like that then she takes it out of her pussy and she slides it into her ass. You are so much more turned on at that point. We fuck our asses for a while and then................ As Brenda and I are sharing the double dildo in our ass u continue to be tied up and hard as a rock you’re dripping like crazy wanting us and enjoy the fact we fucking each other’s ass with the toy. We take it out and take out the toy in you and start to slide the double dildo in your ass. Working it and working into to get it all in you we do just the head sticking out of you we slide it in and out and in and out together. We do this to you for awhile and then we untie you and tell you to assume the position under Brenda your cock is in her and you start to fuck her but your wondering what I am doing, well I am getting my strap on. I slide my cock in your forbidden place and fuck you hard as you fuck Brenda hard and fast you feeling the cock in your ass as you fuck a pussy. My bedroom door opens and you wonder who it is that has just walked in to my room and I tell you that the other person has come to join to us and as I fuck you and you fuck Brenda this man comes up behind me and starts to fuck my ass. We fuck like this for a while we can’t believe we haven’t cum yet. We all stop and change our positions. We want to see some mm action and some ff action. Your excited but nervous being the first time the man approaches you and I tell him to suck your cock and taste him and he does and he shares you with Brenda and I after the kiss he continues to suck you hard and fast. And Brenda and I start to 69 each other it feels so good I ask you if you are enjoying the fact a man is sucking you and you answer yes my mistress I ask you to suck his cock while he sucks yours. So we are all licking sucking each other orally. Brenda and I stop and she lays down on her back on the bed and you start to fuck again and the man enters your ass for the first time with his cock and you cant believe how great it feels and I fuck the man with my cock. Brenda finally cannot control herself she cums hard on your cock and you feeling her warm cum on your cock and the man in your ass its very hard for you not to cum but I tell you are not to cum you must cum in me. So u pull out of her and she moves over to me and licks my ass and probes it while he continues to fuck you and I fuck him and he cums in your ass. You lay on the bed and I climb on top of your cock like old times, the other guy enters my ass from behind and Brenda climbs on your face and me and her kiss while I am getting dp by you and the other man. I ride your cock like I have never ridden it b4 as I am being fucked up the ass and kissed and nibbled on by Brenda me and you finally explode on each other and share our cum share what we have missed for so long remembering what it was like all those times before but allot more fun adding the Brenda and the other man with us. We all clean up and agree we must do this again before Roland goes home. The other man leaves and Brenda and you and me finish the movie and after we take her home. On the way home we agree that was awesome and talk about it and talk about what we want to happen next time etc. On the drive home we decide to take a walk on the beach and talk or do we........... The Start of Something Good Prelude... You are the exception to every rule I have. There is skin, and then there is YOUR skin. Soft and rough, positively lick able and begging to be tasted. Your skin is the reason I can't concentrate. Lips are made for kissing, but YOUR lips were designed to be devoured. And the words that escape them just provide my impetus to nibble you for hours on end. You're driving me absolutely batty and you know it. How can I hide it? Why would I want to? We know what cocks are for, don't we? But we will invent new purposes for YOUR cock. New ways to arouse it, to tease it, to bring it to a breathtaking conclusion. Sex is for mere mortals. What we will do will stretch the boundaries of every expectation you have. This is the stuff dreams are made of...If you dream like John Holmes. Read this part very carefully my Love: If you think you might be in over your head, fess up now and I'll forgive you. But if you choose to take this ride, to engage me in such a manner that will no doubt leave us both weaker and stronger at the same time, then you better start preparing. You took it this far- did you think I wouldn't take you all the way? My advice? Fluids and carbs, learn to live without sleep. There ain't no rest for the wicked, and wicked we will be. The Beginning.... It started with the flutter in my stomach...the anticipation of meeting for the first time has sunk in and my tummy is twitching like mad. The dress- THAT DRESS- is taunting me from a hanger in the hotel room closet, practically daring me to put it on. The heels lay askew on the floor, mocking me. "I can do this..." I tell myself, "I can." The shower is warm and relaxing, the water washing away some of the doubt along with the silky bubbles from the body wash I brought just for this, just for you. Afterward, I let the cool air in the room dry my skin while I apply lotion to my legs, my arms, my breasts. I chose this lotion as much for its scent as for the way it softens my skin. I apply it slowly to every inch and imagine your reaction when you step close enough for it to catch your attention. Next comes my hair- to be worn up or down? To wear it up, exposing my shoulders would be tantalizing, I think. The tie for the halter at the back of my neck would be immediately visible to your eye. But would you know right away that to untie it would render the dress useless? For it will surely fall to the ground in a puddle at my feet... Tiny earrings to draw your eyes to my lobes, a subtle chain to bring your attention to the expanse of my neck and breasts, a delicate bracelet to accent my wrist...all chosen for the purpose of my seduction of you. But these are the obvious charms- what you see on the surface. What you can't see is the lace thong with pearls that cleave the crease of my ass. The sheer brasserie that barely contains the fullness of my breasts and does nothing to hide the erectness of my nipples that comes so naturally when I think of you. The special attention I've paid to making sure you have a beautiful workspace- soft, smooth and inviting with just a tiny strip of detail to remind you that I am very much a WOMAN. The dress and shoes are now on, and with them come the butterflies again. So much effort and anticipation- but will it all be for nothing? I check my watch- you've been waiting at the bar for 5 minutes now. I decend the elevator to the approving glance of the man who has joined me for the ride. I exit the car feeling bolder and sexier. And then I see you at the bar and my bravado immediately dissipates once again. You're sipping a drink and checking your watch. Fidgeting with the cuff of your shirt and twirling your straw- I think you might be nervous too. You turn to see me as I approach- this is it, The Moment of Truth. All you say to me is, "Wow." And that's all I needed to hear. We proceed to the restaurant; it's torture, you know. Sitting here across from you, looking into your beautiful eyes and trying to concentrate on dinner specials and a wine list and 'would we care to order a dessert souffle now'? Who cares?! There's this MAN in front of me- this amazing, wonderful, incredibly sexy and absolutely unaware man who is looking into my eyes and I just can't remember my own name right now. I reach out and touch your hand tentatively, hoping you won't pull away. You curl your fingers around mine and the feeling- that exquisite shock- travels from my fingers to my thighs in a flash. I think he likes me. I fidget in my chair a bit to place the pearls of my thong exactly where I want them. They are slippery wet and I fear they might just fall apart completely, you see. But for the time being, a single pearl rests in just the right spot and as I lean forward, I gasp at the sensation. Dinner flies by- the conversation was wonderful- enticing and flirty, more satisfying than the paltry amounts of food we managed to swallow in our distracted state. And now what? The plates have been cleared, the stupid souffle was forgotten- who needs food when we can feast on each other? But you have other plans first... A short walk along the waterfront, you offered your arm to support me in my heels (or so you said). I know the truth- my breast is resting against your arm and I think that was your motivation all along, but who am I to deny you? We hear the strains of some jazz music from a local bar as we make our way back to the hotel. You sweep me into your arms- your hand in the small of my bare back sending shivers down my spine and you rock me close to your body. So close that I can feel your heartbeat with the palm of my hand on your chest. I lean into your warmth and whisper into your ear, "Take me back to the room now. I need to taste you. Please." You step back from me and I see something in your eyes- are you shocked? Disappointed? Worse yet, are you offended at my brazen behavior? That moment was simply nerve-wracking...and you just stood there. Mortified, I said "I'm so sorry I just thought that you...that we..." "Oh no, I'm totally with you." you said. "I...um...just can't walk right now." Back to our hotel we rush, our impatience and arousal palatable to everyone unfortunate enough to get in our way. We wait for the elevator, which never seems to arrive. "Stairs," you whisper, "it's only a few flights." At the base of the first floor landing you kiss me, over and over for minutes that seem to last for hours. Your hand holds the curve of my cheek and the arc of my jaw, while your lips slip to my neck. We tear apart reluctantly and I pull you to the next flight of steps... The second floor welcomes a reversal of roles- my mouth on your lips, your neck. My hand gently flutters over the visible bulge in your pants and, encouraged by what I feel, I apply a slight pressure with my fingertips. I hear you groan and you push my back to the wall and kiss me harder, sucking and bruising with your insistence. Only one more flight to go. We run, skipping steps in our clumsy haste. Your hand reaches for the door and I stop you for a moment. I take your hand and slip in under my dress to feel the silkiness of my thigh, the heat coming from my body, and then your fingers discover the pearls. You grin like a child with a new toy, "For me?" you ask. I blush and smile. "That is so sexy!" You tug gently on the strand and hear me gasp. We walk to our room slowly now, building the anticipation for a few final moments. The key slips into the lock with ease and you hesitate before pushing the door open. "Are you sure about this? No doubts?" I slip past you and stand in the dim light of the moon shining into the window. I reach up and untie the knot at the back of my neck and as predicted, my dress slips to the ground. Naked but for my sheer bra, thong and heels I stand before you. I think that answers your question. "You're beautiful." That's all you said to me in the moments after I revealed myself to you. My hands instinctively went to cover my body, feeling suddenly shy and exposed. "Don't." you whispered, walking toward me slowly. "I want to see you." You took my hands in yours, wrapped them around my back and locked your eyes with mine. Face to face with you, having you this close to me makes me tremble a bit. My bravado, my boldness has slipped away and I'm suddenly helpless. Sensing this, you decide to take the lead. It begins with kisses along my collarbone, my neck, my shoulders, which make me moan and sigh in delight. My hands still pinned behind me, I'm both captive and captivated- this just feels way too nice. You stop for a brief moment and press your body against me, "Come with me." It's not the last time you'll say those words to me tonight. You guide me to the bed and position me on the very edge as you kneel before me. Gently, you lean my body back and begin to slowly explore my warmth with your fingers. You slide the pearls aside and probe softly and gently, teasing me with your light touch. I'm urging you on with my words, my hands, and my gasps of pleasure. My back is arching as I pull your head closer to me and show myself to you. There's no shame, no shyness anymore. Finally your lips and tongue begin to taste me, gently at first, then deeper and more urgently. The pearls are slipping back into place and in your excitement, you tear them from the lace and continue feasting on me. This is too much and for the first time that night, I cum hard, shaking and shivering while your hands hold my hips steady. In one fluid motion, you rise and position yourself above me and you enter me roughly, filling me entirely. Your hands seek mine and our fingers lock together as you ride my body harder and faster, while biting my neck and kissing my lips. Again I feel the storm rising and I tighten around your shaft- this is the signal you wanted. You increased your speed and drive harder and harder still as I wrap my legs around your waist and spasm again. You slow your pace then- you're not done with me yet. Like a rag doll, you turn my body over and enter me again. There's no finesse now- only raw and carnal need. Your hands are again on my hips as we find our rhythm- I've recovered from my bliss and am ready to meet your movements. I brace my feet on the floor with my legs spread wide as you fuck me with complete abandon. That's what this is now, baby. This is fucking- pure and simple. I can feel you tensing, hear your breathing become faster- it's time. Slowly, not breaking our rhythm, I lift one knee onto the bed and you sink even deeper inside me. I whimper and gasp as you slam harder and reach the deepest part of me. And then I feel it- the heat of your cum filling me entirely. You collapse on me, reaching for my hands once again and we lay still for a moment until the throbbing subsides. But you are still hard, and I want more. "Again," I whisper to you. "More." "Anything you want, baby. I promise." To be continued...