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Again

By: Bambiaqui



She was waiting in the Hotel room anticipating his arrival. She had the evening completely planned. She kept looking over the room making sure she had not forgot anything....everything had to be perfect, it seems like an eternity since they had been together. She could still think back to their first meeting, the first time he kissed her and the way it had made her melt. How she knew at that moment she would willingly make love to this man, he stirred something in her at that moment, something she had not felt in a very long time. 

She had made reservations at the most luxurious hotel in the city. Nothing was too good for this reunion. She had been preparing for this for weeks shopping for just the right lingerie, and all the accessories she needed to set the evening off. She had decided on the white lace merry widow... with matching lace thong and white lace top stockings ....white high heels and a sheer white satin and lace robe to go over....just long enough to make sure the apparel underneath was not revealed. 

Candles burning everywhere in the room, including the bathroom, in every size and shape but, all white and gardenia scented. Everything seemed just perfect...she could relax now and just await his arrival. She opened the windows to let in the cool night air.....sitting on the bed closing her eyes just taking in the soothing sounds of the city....her back is to the door as she hears his key enter and then the door opens. 

He enters the room seeing her back to him, she doesn't move.... he eases on to the bed and moves toward her wrapping himself around her resting his chin on her shoulder his face next to hers. Just feeling the soft touch of his skin next to hers the way he rubs his face up against her, she is already getting anxious because of familiar feeling of having him close, the feel of him, his scent, her body tingles at his touch just like it did with their first kiss. 

He lets his hands slide down just brushing her nipples as he wraps his arms even tighter around her waist. She turns to see him.... he can see the desire in her eyes, he remembers it so well. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair as she kisses him first softly, just wanting to take him in, to have at first and then the kiss grows more intense, feeling each other's desire. She can feel the heat of his hands through the silk robe as they find her breasts, her nipples stiffen in response to his touch, he gently and kisses her neck sending a warmth through her. She feels his desire growing, as his breathing grows deeper. 

The candle light is dancing around them, making this moment seem all too perfect. She slowly turns, and pushes him down on his back devouring him with hot wet yet tender, passionate kisses, her hands dancing across his chest and stomach until she finds him, hard...and holds him. She positions herself above him rubbing herself against his hardness, .... he can feel how wet she is already, feeling it right through her panties as she rubs herself against him slowly and deliberately. Her soft passionate kisses move down his neck slowly taking in the familiar taste of his body...the memories of past love making rushing through her. She can hardly contain herself, but she must she wants to make this last. 

She wants to please him like she never has before. She moves with her kisses downward finding his nipples, encircling them with her tongue and tenderly nibbling. She slides her way down his body rubbing her face against him, kissing, licking and gently biting as she goes.... she can feel his stomach contract to her teasing touch, at the same time she was feeling his passion growing. As she reaches her destination he can feel her warm breath upon him, her mouth gently brushing past to tease him with her tongue.... she slides her tongue gently down his shaft, taking his balls gently in her mouth, massaging them with her tongue as she runs her mouth up and down him. 

Her mouth finds it's way back up his shaft massaging with her lips and her tongue as she goes quickening her pace, and then finally taking him in her mouth, he lets out a moan. Holding him in her mouth not moving she can feel the desire burning within him, feel him pulsing. Closing her lips tightly around him, he can feel her tongue pressing against his shaft as she slides her mouth up and down. His breathing growing heavier as she draws her lips along the length of him, teasing beneath his balls with one hand and the other gently squeezing the base of him following every stroke of her mouth. He is so close, he pulls back wanting to prolong this sensation wanting to make it last. She slowly releases him, her kisses working their way back up his stomach...his chest, his shoulder...soft, warm kisses she teasingly runs her teeth against him as she goes until is right above him again rubbing herself against his hardness, he can feel how wet she is, knowing she is holding him on the edge turns her on beyond belief. He reaches his hands up dropping her robe off of her shoulders, sliding it off of her, tossing it to the side looking into her eyes seeing the passion there. 

He pulls her up and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as she continues to rub her wetness up and down against him. He wants in so badly, the teasing is driving him wild. She takes her hand and moves her panties to the side.... he looks down to see her rubbing herself as she is moving up and down on him, his desire builds as he see her touching herself. He feels her warm familiar wetness as she slides him inside of her...he moans at the feeling of her being wrapped around him. She is sliding herself up and down, loving the feeling of his hardness inside of her, taking him all the way in and letting him slide almost out, in slow steady rhythm. 

She moves up and down slowly at first then increasing the tempo, feeling him thrust inside of her so deeply as his hips move to match the motion of hers. He can see her growing crimson, her skin flushing, that look in her eyes... he hears her moan as she tightens around him, feeling the spasms as she cums, feeling her body shiver as she as she releases herself...feeling her wetness dripping down him as she continues to ride him with more passion, she wants to feel his explosion inside of her, she needs to. Wanting to feel the rush of his cum inside of her, she is continues riding him, relentlessly. 

She can feel him tensing, she can tell he is on the edge as she reaches her hand behind her and a grabs his balls gently squeezing and pulling, she feels him release himself to her as he cries out with pleasure, feeling his warm passion filling her as he cums...the feeling she has longed for.... the feeling she has ached for so intensely since they have been apart. She lies down on top of him.... kissing him, holding him, loving him while they rest before the passionate love making begins again...

Feeling his soft kisses on the back of her neck she slowly awakens...the scent of gardenias filling the air feeling his breath against her ear...she hears the water running in the other room. His kisses now traveling down her back, she feels his finger tips running lightly over her body...down her side, over her butt, teasingly between her thighs...mmmmm what a wake up. He rises and takes her hand.... leading her towards the sound of the running water. Candles' burning is the only light in the room; it's not yet light out. He helps her to step into the tub, the water rich with bath oil.... knowing now where the scent was coming from...she sits in the tub, thinking he is going to join her but, he sits on the edge and takes some bath gel and begins to wash her back...slowly seductively, his hands travel to her shoulders massaging her shoulders, her neck...then down to her breasts, gently bathing and massaging her nipples... he travels down her stomach, to her thighs, bathing every inch of her with the utmost attention...she is loving every minute of his attention to her body, she feels as if she is melting to every touch of his hands, she feels herself becoming so aroused... he begins to rinse her off....he lets the water begin to drain from the tub as he continues rinsing her... 

she is wondering what he is up to...she assumed he was going to join her in the bath...he turns the water back on just slightly running ...testing the temperature making sure it is just right.....he slides her down, placing a mound of towels behind her he leans her back his hands on her knees holding her thighs apart...letting the water run over her most sensitive parts...the sensation of the water running over her is amazing...he can see how this is affecting her as her hands begin to travel across her body massaging and teasing her own nipples... he gets in the bath behind her, he slowly slides his hands down her thighs... teasingly exploring her sensitive folds of flesh as the water continues to dance over her he parts her lips and enters her with his finger...slowly sliding in and out of her....the sensation is driving her wild....

he sees that familiar look on her face as she grows close... his finger feeling the contractions begin as she moans with pleasure, cumming with such intensity...her body shaking with pleasure.... he rises from behind her and goes to the edge of the tub and kneels over her...he places some bath gel in his hand...taking his already erect cock in his hand he begins to stroke himself right above her face...

watching him do this gets her so hot, her hands continue traveling up and down her body, teasing and twisting her nipples, never taking her eyes off of him as he continues pleasing himself... watching as his head swells and he grows harder and harder with each stroke. Her hands slide up his thighs to his balls taking them in her hand gently massaging him, massaging his balls with one hand the other running over his ass teasingly...his strokes begin to get faster as she hears his breathing grow more intense, she continues massaging and teasing the sensitive areas surrounding his cock then slowing, not wanting him to cum yet...wanting to make the tension build, the thought of his juices splashing all over her face, mmmmmmm...

she feels his balls begin to tighten as his strokes grow increasingly faster and more determined, she stops her attentions and gently removes his hands from himself and rises up out of the tub, still dripping wet she leads him back to the bed and signals for him sit on the edge, lovingly kissing his thighs her hands exploring his body as she teasingly nibbles on the inside of his thigh, he runs his fingers through her hair, dying in anticipation, watching her every move is making him wild with desire. She runs her tongue along his thighs, kissing and nibbling as she travels lovingly upwards. Her mouth wetly finding it's way to it's destination, lightly teasing his balls with her mouth, he feels her warm breath upon him. 

She continues running her nails over his thighs, sending a shiver through him, he softly moans as she runs her tongue up his shaft teasingly taking his head in her mouth sucking lightly and letting him slide out as she runs her mouth up and down his shaft again lightly sucking and teasing with her tongue as she goes, she quickens her pace feeling him grow very hard under her lips, her hands work their magic along with her mouth, massaging and stroking as she goes. She takes him all the way into her mouth sucking on his tip, running her tongue over it on every up stroke, she can feel him pulsating each time she did. She loves the taste of him, his precum dripping into her mouth. All she wants was to please him to feel him explode in ecstasy in her mouth. 

Working with more fervor, she takes him into her mouth, swallowing him whole, working her hands up and down with every stroke of her mouth feeling him tighten, knowing he was ready to burst she continues working her magic increasing her pace, his slight moans signaling her.... she sees the cum begin to spill from him as his moans grow louder...feeling his hot cum splashing in her mouth as he convulses with pleasure, she continues sucking and stroking...her other hand squeezing him and massaging his balls as if to make sure she squeezes out every last drop as she swallows him up, loving the taste of him.... she is beyond excited, nothing turns her on more than knowing she has pleased him.....

As is with her, pleasing her was always his pleasure, he enjoyed nothing more than knowing he could drive her over the edge, holding her, feeling her tremble after he made her reach the heights of passion was something completely inexplicable. 

Her body still damp from the bath, he lifted her off her knees and lay her down on the bed, kissing her passionately, she caught her breath as she felt his body press against her, her heart jumped a little as a soft tongue played over her lips. An almost electric shock went through her body as his soft tongue slid between her lips and probed her mouth. She let her own tongue dance and slide over his. His hand went to her neck while running his fingers behind her ears as they kissed sending a chill thru her, his skillful fingers continue dancing over the rest of her body...her desire becoming evident, that all too familiar look in her eyes signaling the extent of the passion she feels for him.

His hand came to her breast and stroked and fondled it. She felt her nipple swell and become erect. As they kissed the hand moved from one breast to the other magically cupping, squeezing the flesh. She could feel her breasts swell, becoming even more sensitive to his touch. His lips sucked at her nipple, pulling it, teeth nipped delightfully, raking her nipple. All time was lost now, only his lips, tongue, hands, teeth at her breasts, moving from one to the other, as this man so gently loved her body. She stroked his body, ran her fingers through his hair, ran her hands over his hands over his back. As his lips sucked, his hands were not idle; they stroked and fondled her breasts. She squirmed as his lips moved to lick the undersides of her breasts, moving outward and down her side, licking and kissing the extremely sensitive skin there.

His lips and tongue licking downward teasingly. It excites her tremendously. She watches fascinated as he runs his tongue over her soft stomach, he slides his tongue into her navel and toys with her belly ring. His hands still moving over her flesh sensuously caressing her skin and making her whole body tingle with excitement. She aching to be touched; as she watches his head move downward. She closes her eyes and just feels the sensual kisses and caresses on her body. His lips and hands are making her so excited she can hardly stand it. She cups her breasts and squeezed them, fondling them, pulled at her nipples. She moans as his hands stroke over her body working their way lower. She shivers as his fingers play over her mound, and then his lips kiss the soft skin there. She unconsciously thrust her hips upward toward his mouth wanting...

He licks her, moves around the slit of her pussy downward to kiss and lick the soft flesh on either side of her slit teasingly. She felt as if she was going to explode immediately, his lips kissed downward to the sensitive smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She sighs as she feels his fingers slide fleetingly along her slit. She moans aloud wanting him to continue his assault. Lightly biting her soft flesh. His tongue swirls over her flesh moving closer to her center. She holds her breath waiting...

He hears her indrawn breath, feels the tension in her body. He moves down just a little, extends his tongue then licks slowly up along the slit. She bites her lower lip as she felt his tongue slowly move along her pussy lips. His knowing tongue slides up and down then slips inward. He moans softly as he tastes her. His tongue slides to the bottom and probes inward deeply. The sensation shoots upward and through her every nerve ending. His lips and tongue play in and over her pulsing pussy, sucking and drinking the juices that flow from her. He senses she is on the edge, doubling his efforts... wanting to feel her cum, wanting to feel her body shake explosively with passion. He eases his tongue into her opening gently and slips it in and out. He hears her breath quickening as she writhes beneath his touch her orgasm taking over her body... he is enjoying this almost as much as her.

Again



**** This is my first story, any input would be greatly appreciated.****

"Listen, Marty, I really don't know." She said to one of her good friends. Although she trusted his judgment, she just wasn't sure. She had hoped this dinner party would just be a good chance to relax, and now, with Marty wanting to invite some unknown guy, it looked like it might become a tense situation.

"Oh come on Marie, he's a laid back guy. He's a lot like you in that respect. I guarantee that he'll get along with everyone. Just let me bring him. Since he's started teaching he hasn't had much of a life. He's lonely." The puppy dog sound in his voice nearly broke her will. "Have I ever led you wrong?"

She thought about that one. While this guy didn't sound like another 'life of the party' type like Marty was, she was also reminded of the numerous parties that had ended up in her room at school, because she trusted Marty. "Yes, you have. But if he's like you say he is, then I'm willing to forego the usual distrust. But I swear, if it ends up a nightmare... I may never speak to you again!" 

"Like I believe that. You said that when we started dating, and now, we're broken up and best friends. So, I don't think you hold too tightly to your word." He chuckled.

"Okay, okay!" She was exasperated with him, he knew her too well. "Wednesday night, 7pm at my apartment, bring a nice bottle of wine or .. or something. And you can bring whatever-his-name-is along." She wished she had able to be strong about it. She had wanted a quiet night with friends, and now, who knows what it would become. It could even be some hair brained plan of Marty's to set her up, again. "I hope you don't want to set ..."

"Don't finish that. You might like this one." Click. He hung up on her. Red flags went up. It was another of his hair brained plans. She was just in the mood to call him back and tell him the deal was off, he couldn't bring his friend, when there was a knock on her door. Lucky bastard!

She got off her barstool at her breakfast nook and padded across the living room to her door. Pushing her dog, Hector, away from the door, she swung it open to reveal her best friend Kristen and her son Caleb. 

"You are never going to believe what Marty wants now!" Moving so her friend could enter her apartment. Swinging the door shut she moved back towards the kitchen, on the way, swinging baby Caleb into her arms. She smiled at him and patted his round cheek. "He's looking cheerful this morning. How'd you sleep?" 

Kristen had plopped down on her sofa and lain her head back against the head rest. "Yes, he does look cheerful. Give me time to shower, and so will I. He actually slept past 6am this morning. I was actually able to sleep! You wouldn't believe the wonders of sleep." Kristen looked around at Marie, "Maybe you would, since it's almost 11 and you're still in your pajamas!"

Propping Caleb on her hip, she reached into the fruit basket and grabbed a banana, which she started peeling, and fed small pieces to Caleb, who munched happily. "I know, I know. But I've been up since 8, I just haven't changed. So Marty seems to be setting me up, again. This one's name is Jake, teaches around here." She rolled her eyes at her friend. 

"You know it's just 'cause he cares. Remember, I met Seth on a blind date, now we're married with a family. Don't you want that?" She stood up and stretched, then took Caleb back into her arms. 

"You know I do."

"Then let him bring his friend over! At least it makes him happy!" Kristen smiled at her. "I was going to ask you, want to go to the grocery store later?" 

"Yeah, in half an hour? Need to get food for the party anyways." Kristen nodded and headed for the door. "Come on over whenever you're ready." Then she left.

It was Wednesday around 5 o'clock. Marty had finished up her classes for the day, and was getting ready for the party at her apartment tonight. Kristen and Seth were coming, having procured a babysitter for tonight, along with her brother Sean, and Marty and this new guy, Jake. She set got everything ready for cooking, then she headed to her bathroom to get ready. She stepped out of her jeans and t-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. While she didn't have the body of one of those waif models, she considered herself good looking. Shoulder length brown hair, nice eyes with eyelashes to die for (or so she'd been told), fair complexion. She scanned down her body, taking in the mild plumpness. Never being one for a hard work out, she did enjoy the occasional sports, but it wasn't her life. Her life was spent in books, and maybe her body showed it. Skimming her hands down her sides, she sighed. "Men just don't get it."Removing her bra and panties, she turned the handle for the shower and made sure it was just the right temperature. Then she stepped inside and let the steamy water wash away her stresses. She closed her eyes and pictured ... Damn, she thought. It never did anyone any good to picture that stuff. No use getting all hot and bothered, when there is no relief to be had. She sighed again, and got down to the business of showering. Lathering up her wash cloth, she ran it over her body, soothing her senses with the wonderful vanilla smell. 

After finishing with her shower, she stepped out and smoothed her body down with lotion, to ensure the soft skin she loved. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided to put extra effort into her appearance tonight. While she dreaded the thought of this new person, new man, she couldn't help but hope. Maybe, just maybe. 

When Kristen and Seth arrived, looking a bit stressed after leaving their eight month old with a teenager, they both whistled at her appearance. "I knew it, as much as you bitched about Marty bringing a friend, you like the idea." Kristen hugged her and pointed out her perfume, nice earrings, and outfit.

"I will say, it's not often I see you break out a nice ensemble!" Seth smiled and hugged her, kissing her cheek. "This guy must be something." He moved over and kissed his wife. "Can't let her know about our secret affair, can we, Marie?"

Marie laughed and went back to the kitchen, getting everything ready. It was ten to seven, and everyone else should be there soon. She also glanced in a mirror, checking her appearance. 

When Sean arrived, he also complimented her, "Nice outfit, Little sis. What's the occasion? Me coming out of my whole to spend time with you? How sweet." He kissed her cheek and shook Seth's hand. Everyone chatted and laughed for nearly twenty minutes, when finally there was a knock at the door.

Before she could reach it, the door swung open to show Marty carrying a six pack of beer, and a nice bottle of red wine. "The life of the party is here! Let the festivities begin." He smiled at everyone, saying hello to Kristen and Seth, and Sean, before moving to admit his friend. "Everyone, this is Jake Harmison. He teaches over at Kennedy Elementary. He had no plans, so I thought I'd bring him along."

As Marie watched, a fairly gorgeous man walked in. Her smile faltered. He looked to her, like Russell Crowe. Very attractive. He was about 5' 10'', average build, with chin length brown hair. His green eyes sparkled at her from under his thick lashes. He was dressed quite nicely as well, like a teacher would. She had no chance, why had she gotten her hopes up. Yet, there was something in his smile that stilled those thoughts. 

"Hi." He said tentatively, in a gravely voice. He moved into the living room and shook Sean and Seth's hands while greeting Kristen and smiling the whole time. Then he turned to Marie. Again, she saw something in his smile that made her pause. She closed the door and moved toward him.

"Hello, you must be Marie. Marty has told me a lot about you. I'm glad I finally get to meet you." Taking her hand, he squeezed it gently, then let go. "Marty said you were handling dinner, but is there anything I can do to help?" 

"Um... yes... oh.. I need to serve it. You could help with that." She moved to the kitchen as all the others began to catch up on new news. She could hear them laughing and exchanging stories about work, family, relationships and all that old friends talk about.

"So, you're still in school, Marty tells me." Jake said from behind her, making her jump. 

"Yes, I'm studying English and history." She pulled plates down from the cupboards and finished setting up for people to eat. "Could you take the pasta from the stove top and empty it into the collander in the sink? It's rather heavy, be careful."

"I will." He smiled at her again, and as he brushed by to reach the stove, his hip bumped hers, and she felt an electric shock race to her heart, and to... well.

Dinner was served, and eaten and enjoyed. The evening passed with laughter and friendship. The whole while, she kept noting that Jake stayed near her. He sat by her at dinner, then when the talking moved to the living room, he sat next to her on the sofa. Finally around 10pm, Kristen and Seth announced that they had to be getting home, to relieve the babysitter. Marie got up to hug them and said goodbye. Sean decided it was time for him to head home as well, kissed his sister and left. 

"Well, looks like the party died. No more partying like we used to, eh, Marie?" He laughed and took her hand and kissed it. "I should be on my way. Early day at the office tomorrow. I'll give you a call around Friday, see what your plans are for the weekend. Jake, think you can find your way home?"

"Oh yeah, no problem. I live only a mile or two away. I'll talk to you later, Marty. I'm going to stick around and help Marie with her dishes." He shook Marty's hand, before Marie could interrupt and stepped into the kitchen.

"I told you he would fit in." Marty leaned in to kiss her cheek, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." And with those parting words, he left.

Marie stood in the living room, a bit shell shocked. The evening had gone wonderfully, and now a brilliantly gorgeous man was in her kitchen, washing dishes. She shook her head and blinked a few times. Had she gotten that right?

"Are you coming, or should I just rearrange your kitchen, since I know where nothing goes." He laughed. Snapping out of her fog, she hurried into the kitchen, and saw that he had a towel over his shoulder and the sink full of steaming water. Steaming water just like in the shower. In the shower with the thoughts of... Oh no. 

"I'll wash, you dry. Since you live here, you can put it away." Jake suggested. As they did the dishes they continued to talk about their lives. She found out he had grown up with Marty, and that he was from a large family. He had grown up in the Portland area, and had graduated from school, and come to Tacoma to teach elementary school. "You wouldn't believe the amount of people who think I'm gay because I teach elementary school. It's kind of sad."

"Well, you aren't, right?" Almost smacking herself for saying it, Marie blushed furiously for having been rather forward. 

"No, I'm not." He smiled. He pulled back from the sink, and smiled at her. "And if I was, I'd be in serious trouble tonight."

"Why?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"I broke the rules."

"Which rules?" Again, it hadn't hit her. He had lowered his face, looking at her through sultry eyes.

"This one." He quickly moved forward, placing a hand under her hair, on her nape, he pressed his soft lips against hers. He moved from her top lip slowly to her bottom lip and gently caressed her neck with his hand. Moving her hands up to his chest, she felt the warmth from his body penetrating his shirt, and melted. 

To be continued... 



Again & Again



It was Saturday night. The weather was cool and we'd just come back to the hotel from a nice ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway, near Asheville. Our lavish hotel room overlooked the city and the mountains beyond were just visible against the gray sky after dark. 

We had stayed in or near the hotel the last two nights, enjoying the dining rooms and amenities, but were getting a little 'cabin fever' and decided we needed to go out for the night. I'd asked the maitre-de to give me a list of some nice restaurants and we enjoyed a couple drinks on the balcony while we made our selection. 

Knowing that it would take her longer to get ready, I suggested that she shower first and as I finished my drink and enjoyed the scenery below, I couldn't help but think how fortunate I was. I was in a fabulous hotel with a woman who met my every fantasy and dream. She was a combination of everything I'd ever wanted in a woman. She was the woman I'd been looking for my entire life and, if that weren't enough, she seemingly had the same feelings about me.

I had just stepped out of the shower. I walked out of the bathroom, as I was drying off, to see if she was dressed. She was. Dressed to the hilt, on her back, laying sideways on the bed, looking over her head at me with her knees up and her skirt pulled up on her stocking clad thighs.

Her arms reached up and I helped her slide toward me until her head was just over the edge of the bed. Her neck was stretched as it arched outward and as I looked down my thoughts were of how beautiful she was and how I hadn't told her enough, hadn't really shown my appreciation as I should have, how she deserved more than I had given her. 

She reached for my legs and pulled me closer until my still slightly wet and now partially aroused member was pressed against her face. With her nimble fingers, she held it up and soon her lips completely surrounded my balls. She could feel my manhood growing in her fingers and her grip loosened to allow it to expand to almost double the size it was when she first touched it. She sucked on me and ran her tongue slowly over and around my balls, alternating from one to the other. 

Just as I sensed that I wouldn't be able to take this much longer, she slid her fingers down onto the base of my shaft and eased the head into her mouth. Using her other hand, she grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. I slid her sweater up and slipped the hem of her mesh bra up over her fine breasts and felt her mouth and tongue increase their fervor as I began to stroke and massage her nipples. I ran my fingers slowly across them, slightly spread apart so that her nipples would appear and disappear, becoming more and more erect each time. 

Looking down her body, I saw her straighten her legs and pull her thighs together. Her skirt was still up on her tummy and her tight, silky smooth panties clung to her body like they were painted on. She was beautiful and she was hot. Steaming, sweltering hot. 

She began to arch her back and thrust her hips upward, twisting from side to side, rolling her knees inward, massaging her clit with the sides of her swollen mound until I reached down and firmly cupped it in my hand. While still cupping her, I slid my fingers repeatedly up and down over her now soaking-wet desire, allowing my middle finger to slip inside her and gently rub against her clit, again and again. 

She pulled me closer, wanting more and more, and when I was as deep into her throat as she could get me, she grabbed my ass and squeezed again and again, letting me know it was time to release my pent up passion. Release, I did. more than I'd ever known before, even, all over her lovely face, into her beautiful mouth, her wonderful lips, her superbly formed throat. 

Again and again, I came as her hands tightened and her moans increased. I could see her smile, even, as she swallowed repeatedly and when I was finished, She eased me back and relaxed her wonderful body and just lay there, limp and satisfied, and just like me, totally drained, totally spent. 

I knelt and kissed her sweet lips, again and again.

Wes Lee Jones



Again and Again



I had just gotten married in 1994, but couldn't keep my past from invading my future. The next year proved to be the collision. Even my husband doesn't know the details of this story.

My best friend in he whole world, Kimi, was getting married back in upstate New York. There was a beautiful deck next to a stream.

My husband escorted me inside for the reception. The place was a combination of a hotel, bar, and restaurant. There was wood paneling throughout the place. You had to go upstairs to get to the hotel portion. The bar was open to outsiders and right next to where the bathrooms and hot food was. This was not an event with waiters.

I was uncomfortable the first time I went to the bathroom, as I received all sorts of whistles and comments. I was dressed all in black. My dress had a lace overlay and was short-sleeved with just the lace. It came up pretty high on my thighs and I finished the look with sheer black hose, black heels, and a black lace bra with coordinating panties.

My husband and I danced and drank some on the restaurant side. We were taking a break when a man came up to me and said hello. I couldn't quite figure out who it was at first, but suddenly felt ill when I realized it was Tim. It had been eight years since I was date raped and then had consensual sexual encounters with him, and I always wondered how I would react. Next to him was the girl he was fucking at the same time he was using me...Tall, blonde, and slim.

I quickly excused myself and headed towards the bathroom. Since my last visit to the bathroom was not an experience I wanted to go through again, I headed upstairs figuring that there was probably another bathroom upstairs.

Five minutes passed while I calmed myself down. The bathroom was vacant, so there was no one to talk with.

He was there when I came out of the bathroom, standing so smug in his tailored suit. he was little heavier than I had remembered him, but was still a person I dreamed about.

before I had a chance to speak, he took me down one of the hallways. It was obvious he didn't want to talk. I hesitantly followed.

The next thing I knew he was holding my hands above my head and pushed his leg between mine. He started to kiss me roughly, his mustache hairs scraping against my delicate skin.

He continued his oral assault on my neck, and knew the spot to the side of my neck that makes me melt.

His arms relaxed and he let go of my arms as he noticed that I was no longer so tense. He moved his nads to my sleeves and slid them down so he could kiss my shoulders. I knew that I was in trouble when I felt moisture start to build in my panties.

Soon I was begging him to suck my nipples. He unzipped my dress from my back until he had just enough room to get to my breasts. Licking them first through the black lace caused me to shudder. 

Then he used his fingers to lightly touch and then pull on them. He quickly pushed the material of the bra down so that it was more of an open cup bra. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I was dressing this way for him, and not my husband.

He spent a lot of time cupping my breasts and leaving just enough space between his fingers to pull on my nipples.

I held him tightly and then drew his body up so that I could bite the nape of his neck. That was my first sign of encouragement. His tongue entered my mouth as he licked my tongue and teeth. It was getting harder to stand up.

I let loose three little words that seemed to unleash him..."I want you"...

He twisted me around so that I was facing the wood paneling and moved his hands underneath the hem of my dress. Easing my silky stockings around my knees, his fingers invaded me. Using one finger on my clitoris, he stuck first to and then three other fingers inside of me. They soon were slippery due to my juices.

Finally, he pulled his pants down and positioned me just so. His penis thrust into me as I screamed "Yes, Tim...Oh, God...Keep on going". Luckily, no one came out of their rooms (if there was anyone in their at all).

I moved my hands back to hold onto his hips as he repeatedly thrust himself in and out of me. My head was getting jammed against the wall, so I movd my hands to brace myself. I tensed up so that his thrusts would make more of an impact.

We stayed like that for five minutes until he turned me around and hoisted my back against the wall. My hands went through his hair and clenched his back as I came over and over again. It was like the constant drumming of waves against the shore.

I felt him spurt inside me over and over again. His cum started to drizzle down my leg.

He escorted me back to the bathroom and left me there to clean up afterwards. I quickly reassembled my clothes, but spent time to make sure no one would suspect what happened.

I looked around for Tim as I found my husband in the same booth that I had left him, but he was already gone. I was shaken up too and got my husband to leave the wedding and go back to the hotel where we were staying.

Along the way, I told him that I had seen Tim and Kathy and that is why I was missing for a half an hour. I lied to my husband and said that I was trying to get up the strength to tell Tim how much hurt he had caused me. 

Of course my husband wanted to go back to find Tim, but I told him that he had already left.

to keep my husband's mind occupied on something else, I fucked hhim as soon as we got back to the room. he never suspected a thing, although I didn't last long because I was so sore.



Again Ch. 2



Rolling onto her back, Marie threw her arms over her head and basked in the warmth that has come from her soft body. The sunlight softly streaming through her room falls on her face and she turned toward it. Stretching, she remembered her night, and him.


He had kissed her softly on the lips, making her melt against him. All night he had stayed near her side. Finally he helped her clean her kitchen after all her friends had left. Jake had leaned in for that soft kiss, and her world had shifted. She inhaled deeply and thought back to those moments after their lips had parted. 

He had stood against the counter of her kitchen and smiled at her. His smile melted her almost as much as his kiss had. He had his head down a bit and had looked at her through his lustrous eyelashes, with a mischievous smile on his face. "I liked that. I hope you don't think I'm forward for kissing you, but, Marie, I had to. And I'm glad I did." His eyes flitting over her, noting her blushing cheeks and her quickened breath.

"I liked it too." She had whispered. It had been a long while since she'd had these feelings coursing through her body. She wanted to lean into his body and kiss him, and feel his body against her own. She wanted more than anything to be touched. But she had held back, knowing if it went too fast it would be ruined. The incredible feelings she was feeling flaming up in her would be burned out too quickly.

"Since all your dishes are done, I think I'll head off." He smiled at her. He wanted so badly to hold her and kiss her. But he too knew the all-too-sweet feeling of holding back, of making it last. "I would really like to get together with you again this week. Why don't I call you tomorrow and we'll set something up?" He took her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckles, softly soothing her. 

She had nodded, too overcome by his presence to respond with words. He lifted her hand and gently kissed the palm of her hand, smiled at her and then had left. 

Now here she was, her eyes closed, her warm body enfolded in soft sheets and warm blankets, wishing that he was beside her. Wishing more than anything that his hand was on her arm, his legs behind hers, his back buttressing hers. She sighed deeply and threw back the covers, exposing her naked body to the slight chill in the room. Quickly she wrapped her silk robe around her body and made her bed, smoothing the covers, thinking of the time when he might share her bed. 

Moving into the bathroom, she relieved herself, and began her shower. Whereas last night she had stopped herself from imagining all those things that could come from being kissed, this morning those pictures raced through her mind. The only difference being she had a face for her male companion. She soaped her body, imagining his hands on her. She washed her hair, imagining him burying his face in the softness of it, nuzzling her neck. She couldn't help it, her mind had been entranced by his kiss. She moved from the shower after washing herself and looked in the mirror. 

She saw the glow in her cheeks and eyes. The soft smile on her face was evidence of how she felt. She wanted to be near him, to hear him speak, to see his eyes. She wanted to know this man who had brought this joy and pleasure into her life. She wanted to be part of him and have him never leave. It wasn't as though her life was joyless, or pleasureless, but the difference she felt in herself was astounding. She felt as if she hadn't known what she had been missing. If she let herself get caught up in this, she would find immeasurable joy.

Dressing for her day at school, she thought about him. Realizing how handsome he was, and how desirable, she felt her old friend of uncertainty creep in. It was irrational. He had kissed her, that showed some desire for her on his part, but she still wondered. Would he hurt her? Would he be another typical male? Pain and uncertainty crept in. She wasn't the waif. She wasn't some athletic model type. Would he find her desirable? She just prayed he would.

Her classes and friends at school had kept her busy enough that her thoughts had not been consumed by the kiss. She had been allowed reprieve during the day and was the better for it. The insecurity hadn't worsened, so when she got to her apartment around four o'clock in the afternoon and there was a message on her voice mail from Jake, the heart pounding was accompanied by a blushing grin.

"Hi Marie, this is Jake Harmison. I'm not good at leaving messages, but I wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had last night. I am glad Marty brought me. I know we just saw each other last night, but I was wondering if I could take you to dinner? If you're busy I completely understand, but I would love your company for another evening. You can reach me on my cell." He left his number and bid her farewell. Now the heart pounding had increased to a full on roar. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone and dialed the number. 

"Hello?" She heard his voice.

"Jake? Hi, it's Marie. I just got home and got your message." She said quietly, so nervous she could have swallowed her tongue. She smoothed a hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face.

"Oh hi!" She heard a bit of excitement in his voice, she also heard nervousness there. "Um.. yeah. I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner? Or do you have plans? I understand if you do."

She smiled, he was definitely as nervous as her. "I don't have plans, and I'd like that. Do you want me to meet you somewhere? Where were you thinking of going?"

"Actually, I'll pick you up. I was thinking the little Italian restaurant on Proctor street. What do you think of that?" 

"I love Italian food. As evidenced by last night. When should I be ready?" Her pulse was racing again.

"7 pm. I'll be there at 7 to pick you up. I'll see you then." 

By ten 'til seven, Marie was nervously pacing around her apartment. She had dressed in a black skirt that was flowing and soft with a nice, sleeveless blouse of a forest green color. She had earrings, necklace and her favorite fragrance on. Now she was wandering around her apartment just tidying up. For the umpteenth time, she checked the clock on the mantel, 6:55 pm. Exasperated with herself she moved to go to the kitchen, to clean up there, but jumped when she heard a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath she went to the door and opened it to see Jake standing there, smoothing his shirt. 

"Hi Marie." As he took in her appearance, she took in his. He was dressed in a nice pair of dark brown slacks and a dark blue sweater. His hair was brushed back and pushed behind one ear, while the other side swept forward to mast half his face. He looked clean shaven except for his sexy goatee. "You look beautiful." He said, startling her. 

"Oh, thank you. You look very handsome as well." She blushed and looked away. "Let me get my purse and then I'll be ready to go." 

He followed her into her apartment, she got her purse and a sweater to keep herself warm, and they left. When they got to his car, he showed his manners by opening her door for her, which was followed by the same when they got to the restaurant. She had never been treated so well by any man, and to be honest, she loved it. It did a lot to soothe her fears that she was going to get hurt by this man.

As they sat down at their table, she smiled at Jake, and he smiled back at her. They looked at their menus, deciding what they wanted, placed their order and then looked at each other again. "Really, Marie, you look beautiful tonight. The green blouse brings out the green in your eyes." 

Again, she blushed, and then smiled. "It's not very often that I get out, so when I do, it's fun to dress up. Usually I look like a scrub, but sometimes it's nice to look and really feel like a woman." 

"Well, you're beautiful, and I'm guessing it's not just when you dress up, but all the time. I like a woman who knows how to do both." He smiled at her. They continued to talk and break the ice, discovering so much in common that the conversation never got boring. He loved to read as much as she did. They both enjoyed a rainy day snuggled up with a good book and a hot cup of cocoa. 

During the progression of dinner they felt at complete ease with each other, like an old friend. At one point, he reached across the table and just touched her hand with his. He laid his arm on the table, not making a big deal about it, and just left his fingers touching her hand. It was as if he wanted to just be in contact with her. Though he couldn't go another moment without touching this amazing woman before him. 

She felt the connection between them as well. The feeling of being connected in their words, and also in their hands touching lightly was a heady thing for Marie. Her thoughts turned back to this morning, her bed, in the shower, all the things that had flown through her mind. She could imagine his hands, his fingertips slowly moving over her body. Her naked skin beneath his hand ... She could feel herself responding to her thoughts. She couldn't believe that the little touch of his finger against her hand was enough to bring on all these feelings that she had buried. 

When dinner finished, Jake was the gentleman and paid for dinner. He pulled her chair out, helped her on with her sweater and then pulled her hand through the crook of his elbow. The strolled down the street in the night towards his car. She felt like this was a dream. The romantic date she'd always been looking for. 

She stood with her back facing her door, and she looked up at him, smiling as they held hands. "I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe you and I can do something this weekend?" He asked hopefully.

"I would really like that. Drive safely when you go home, ok? And have a good day tomorrow." Marie looked up at him, breathing softly through her lips, hoping that he would lean down and kiss her. She felt his hand move up her arms, and come to rest under her hair on her neck. 

"I had a wonderful time tonight, Marie, you are an amazing woman." He said as he moved closer to her. She could feel their bodies come in contact as he leaned his head to the side. She watched as his hair fell away from his face, he met her eyes, and then touched her lips with his. She felt his lips move over her upper lip, then he moved to her lower lip, moving his hands both up to cup her face. Her hand crept up to his chin, bringing his face closer to hers. Their lips parted, and he rested his forehead against hers, their hair blocking out the light. One of her hands was resting on his waist, while the other moved to his neck. The two of them stood there for what seemed like an eternity, breathing the same air, until finally Jake spoke. "You are amazing."

She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent and his words. Her feeling was so intense, wanting so much to pull him through the door with her, into her world, into her arms. "Jake..." she couldn't finish.

"Marie, I am so glad I met you." He kissed her lips lightly, quickly again, and pulled back. "I promise I will call you tomorrow." He had the same look on his face as he had last night. His head was down and he was looking through his eyelashes at her. She melted, and took his hand.

"Goodnight." He smiled at her, sultry, full of desire, and stepped away. She didn't let go of his hand until just their fingers touched. 

"Goodnight." She whispered. 



Again Last Night



It happened again last night. They went to dinner, just the two of them. He teased her on the drive there by slipping a finger inside her and continued at the restaurant underneath the table. 

The waiter approached the table. He was young, dark featured, good looking. She disarmed him from the very beginning with a look that made him blush. She was very good at that. She had the ability to telegraph her thoughts using just her eyes and smile. 

Trying to recover, he smiled and asked for their drink order. It would be child's play keeping him off balance for the rest of the meal.

He brought the drinks wondering if he had read her right. He checked on them several more times before retrieving the dinner order enjoying a light banter each visit. And yes, now he was certain of their intent. He was flattered to be sure. They did seem fun. 

The couple discussed his looks, debated the size of his cock and deliberated his lovemaking skills. Too young to have mastered techniques or to have realized his full potential, but handsome enough to have captured a few hearts, both agreed he would be fun. She reminded him that the waiter's youth would pay off in other ways. She was sure he could go three times, maybe more. He agreed. 

Then it happened. She slipped the waiter a note, "Join us for an evening you will never forget" followed by their address. And he did barely an hour later. 

Once inside the couple's home, the husband offered a handshake, but she intervened guiding his extended hand directly to the young man's crotch. Nothing like making a point, she thought. He felt the young man grow hard instantly from his touch. Youth.

She kissed the young man as he continued to play with his crotch. Her fingers traced along his shirt finding his nipples, pinching, teasing. He squeezed the young man firmly while administering the slightest of strokes. After all, they promised him a night of memories.

She pulled back; he saw her face, which told him everything. She reached for his crotch, his zipper, and began the unveiling. Her hand, so small and dainty, freed his throbbing member and pointed it at her husband. She approved of his ever-increasing desire for cock. She would satisfy his desire, if only for a night, with the cock she now offered him. 

He fell to his knees and swallowed the young man's length causing him to loose his breath. His tongue caused the young man to groan; such a loving embrace had not been expected. 

She watched. She loved to watch. She watched the look on the young man's face as his first orgasm over took him. She was proud of her husband's skill; loved watching him feed his hunger. There was a time when the husband refused such things, but she taught him the error of his ways. He sucked the young man's juice with enthusiasm. Then he shared with his wife, in the most lewd manner, the proceeds. 

The young man watched feeling his cock come back to life. He began to realize just what might be in store for him this very evening. The husband grabbed the young man's cock and led him to their bedroom. She propped herself squarely on the bed, resting comfortably on a stack of pillows, and spread her legs. The husband positioned the young man between them and guided him inside her. 

Now it was he who watched with great excitement. What the young man lacked in experience, he made up for in stamina. Having ejaculated once, he would last forever now. The husband disrobed and positioned himself for his wife's oral pleasure. She consumed his manhood, caressing it with her tongue, barely an inch away from the young man's face. The young man watched, his imagination enflamed. He drove harder and deeper into her. She could not be happier.

She slipped her husband's cock from her lips and pushed it past the young man's before he could resist. Then she watched. Oh how she loved to watch. The young man's eyes lit up, obviously a new experience. She had hoped it would be.

She kissed along her husband's shaft as it disappeared into the young man's mouth until finally she was kissing both. She removed the cock, rubbed it across her lips in a slow, sensuous fashion, her eyes smiling at the young man. She then presented the warm flesh to the young man and he mirrored her action. Her tongue was a sinful caress along the proud mushroom shaped head; his was too. He followed her lead perfectly. 

Upon hearing that familiar groan, she pushed the cock back into the young man's mouth. Suddenly awash in warm, thick sperm, the young man swallowed. Again and again he swallowed, but never fast enough. She helped by licking that which escaped. 

She kissed the young man, sharing the proceeds, as they continued to make love. The husband watched. The young stud pleased her with his enthusiasm, his stamina. It was some time before their sweat drenched bodies convulsed together in climax.

The young stud rolled onto his side, eyes closed, cock limp, resting. There was no rest for the wife. The husband danced his tongue up the inside of her thigh. The caress was soft and slow, almost too slow. She knew what he wanted; she wanted it too. She wanted him to be there, now. 

And so it was. His lips covered her sex, his tongue probed. Delicious sounds filled the room. The combination threw her over once again and she climaxed hard and heavy. He continued his loving assault, knowing there was more. Two, no three more before she was played out. 

He let her rest, but was hard and wanting. A glance towards the young man found a smile. He was hard and wanting, too. No words were spoken. The husband moved around so that the boy's hard cock was now inches from his lips while presenting the youth with his. 

He took the cock between his lips and the youth followed suit. He would now teach the boy what only a man could know. Whatever he did, the young man soon did as well. Only groans escaped their mouths.

The wife watched, oh how she loved to watch. She loved the way men satisfied each other, so different, so powerful. She endured yet another orgasm as the two exploded, filling the other's mouth. 

It was a night the young man would never forget, just as they promised. 

Comments are most welcome.



Again...Please Again...



Sprawled out over your vanity or dresser. Perfume and brushes and jewelry boxes tosses aside or still under me as you pound me. 

Your hand wrapped up in my hair, pulling my head back as your hips drive me into the solid surface. Imploring me to fuck...fuck like the bitch i am....as you do all the fucking. 

I cry out as i orgasm and you fuck me harder. Then as you near you own orgasm, you pull out of my pussy. And in one motion, you slide completely up my ass. Holding there, you breathe in my ear how you are going to bitch fuck me. Fingers gripping my face then three pushing into my mouth.

I can see and I watch you in the mirror. Behind me, so domme and proud and hot. Your need to use me consuming you, consumes me.

I feel your hips pull back, drawing your cock almost out of my ass before you pound back in swiftly and fiercely.

I beg you to fuck me.

You now have the measure and you use it. Taking my ass, fast and hard. Both our voices rising up. Mine in shouts of pleasure and pain. Yours in demands and promises of how I am your bitch and how you will use me. 

My pussy, my ass, my mouth, my tits...all yours.

My asshole is burning with the fucking you've given me. Your grip pulls and tugs at my hair each time you fill my ass. Your tits are shaking with your movements and I'm mesmerized by them in the mirror.

You see me watching and you drive in extra hard. Holding deep in my ass, you twist my hair, forcing my face towards you. "Open up." Your face closes in. My mouth opens.

Face flushed and covered with a light sheen of perspiration as is the rest of your body. Your eyes bright, your features dramatic with your hair darker than normal with the jell that slicks it tightly to your scalp. Lips oh so red and full. Your teeth are visible for a moment as you open and spit into my mouth. 

Your spittle flies hot and wet into my mouth with some landing on my upper lip. I swallow it and moan "Thank you mistress." My tongue then moves out to capture the bit on my lip. 

Your movements resume while you tell me that I am your cunt and that you will fuck me until my ass bleeds if necessary. I pant out another word of thanks and close my eyes as you rape my willing ass. 

In and out, on the edge of violence, in and out, almost tearing the hair from my head, in and out, your grunts loud and hard.

My eyes open in time to watch the orgasm rack you. Your release so sudden and strong. Spasms take you and the cock jerks and pulls and pushes in my ass but not of your own choosing. I marvel at your beauty even as your face is contorted by the strength of your cumming. Pressed up against me, I feel your flow down the backs of my legs.

Relishing in your release, eyes closed, breath slows but nowhere near normal yet. A small smile starts to form, curling the corners of your lips. Then your eyes are burning back into me. The fire not yet extinguished, a need still unmet.

You pull out of my ass while at the same time your hand wrapped in my hair pulls me off the dresser, knocking the remaining items on the floor. I find myself on my hands and knees, dragged towards the bathroom. I try to keep up but, the decision made, your rush has caught me unprepared. This forces you to pull harder and my body is half dragged even though my hands and feet are moving.

On the cold tile floor, you push and turn me so that my back is supported by the front of the toilet bowl, ass down on the tile. Your cock swinging in its harness before me, I anticipate your desire and open my mouth for it.

The hand striking me is the first of several. My cheeks blossom with a rising glow by the second one. Your voice loud and echoing, "You want that cock don't you? Well, soon enough but not yet."

I see the wetness glistening on your inner thighs and extending down your legs. Its only a glimpse as your hand then pushes my head backwards. My neck on the rim, facing upwards over the open bowl.

Feet stepping to each side of me, you straddle me, hands repositioning the bottom straps of the harness. There's no need to tell me to open and I sit like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The hot, salty stream hits directly in my mouth, the flow very heavy and powerful.

You shift so that you cover me with your piss. Refilling my mouth but also soaking my face and hair and tits. A puddle forming around me on the floor. A trickle coursing down me and between my legs pushes me to orgasm with its heat and flow.

Before we leave this room, you fuck me again. The pooled cold piss under me the only separation between me and the hard floor. The urgency of your hips bruising me on this surface, with my resulting groans of pleasure/pain only adding to your ecstasy and the eroticism of the act. My arms extended up on the floor above my head, my body, mind and soul yours. My moans echoing, your lips brushing my face as your words fill my ears.

"My baby bitch is such a good fuck. Moaning like a whore under me. Covered in my cum and piss and sweat, still wanting more."

In response, I wrap my legs around you. "More, fuck me more...."



Again, Voyeurs



The next night my ride came to the hotel again, and I was ready. I didn't wear panties this time. The driver was one of the male slaves. I knew him now, so I sat in the front with him. I pulled up my skirt and kept it up the rest of the drive so he could see me. We pulled up next to a Jeep of young males, and they beeped the horn, shouting and yelling and pointing, and I grinned and waved. I liked them seeing my clean pussy. I dipped my fingers between my legs, pulling up and spreading outward so I was open. The guys were going wild.

We arrived at a different house than the one the night before, going to a small room near the main party area. This would be a little different tonight. More walking among the guests, more playing with them, we were told. 

There was a group of Japanese businessmen mixed in with others. A few female guests, rich and jeweled in satin gowns. My puffy nipples and clit were ready from the vacuum pressure, clamps in place. I went out with a few others and began to mingle. One of the men took me to the group of Japanese. I was passed to an elderly man who nodded and smiled and stroked me with his fingers. He motioned for me to sit on his lap, facing him, and I spread my legs and put them on each side of his. Awkward, but he grinned and fanned his hands to my bottom, pulling me up closer. I could feel him stiff under his pants, brushing against me. I rubbed against him a little, and he grinned wider. 

Some of the Japanese men were motioned over, the older ones, and they began to pet me and play with me, opening my jacket, tugging at the chains and the clamps on my nipples. The old man began to play with my pussy, rubbing with his fingers and kneading my clit. With the clamp on, it had stayed swollen, but it was a little sore from the previous night and tender. He tweaked it, flicking it back and forth a little, and said something to two of the men. They nodded and pulled me up closer to the old man so my legs were spread even wider, almost directly out to my sides. They pulled me backwards until I was arched, letting my upper back and head rest in the lap of a man who held my wrists down and out to each side. The other men kept my legs open wide, and if I lifted my head a little, I could just make out the old man, grinning and smiling – and then I felt a finger slide into me and I squirmed and pushed against it, half-closing my eyes. All of these people, watching him finger me! I loved it.

He pushed in again with two fingers, then three, wriggling them around until I began pushing up against him rhythmically. He laughed. One of the Japanese women came over and knelt beside me and began to suck one of my nipples. The old man finally said something and she stopped, then moved down and began to suck on my clit. I never thought I would want a woman touching me, but when she did that, I wanted everyone to see and watch and I wanted everyone to do that to me. 

The men were talking and laughing, and finally the Mistress came over and had the translator tell them what a naughty little slut I was, and how she was going to have to punish me. I shivered. The kneeling woman finished by licking my clit slowly, then trailed her tongue and fingers up my belly to my breasts. I was on fire.

The Mistress had me, the naughty little slut, put on a large low coffee table. I was tied to it, outstretched tightly, my belly caving in because I was so stretched. My jacket was opened. Annie came over, with the Japanese clit sucker woman, and they had clothespins. They outlined my breasts and put some on the sides of my breasts. My nipples were pinched one way with a clamp, then another way on top of that with a set of clothespins. Two more clothespins found their way to my belly button, the clit sucker stopping to smooth her hand over my belly, up and down, slowly. Lots of murmuring from the men watching. 

I do so love them watching.

She and Annie worked their way down, outlining my pussy with clothespins, the lips clamped with them, the tender flesh on either side of my clit pinched and held in place with the pins, the insides of my thighs clipped with the clothespins. I was hurting some. Annie nodded.

The Mistress would grab a handful of the clothespins and twist slightly, so my flesh was pulled and tugged. Then she would push down a little, twist, pump up and down with that handful of pins, then move to another area. It hurt and yet, I was nearly ready to scream with pleasure and beg for more. She began to flick the clothespins off of me with her crop until all that was left were the original clamps. Annie took them off, and the blood rushing back in place hurt. Just at that moment, SMACK! went the crop onto the hill over my clit, my back arching. I even opened my legs more. She noticed that. She smacked the insides of my legs and on the clit, telling the watching men what a little whore I was, how I was always playing with myself and couldn't get enough, smack! how she had to constantly watch that I did not disobey, whack! and then she had two of the men pull up my legs and then open them in a wide V, and she faced me and smacked my pussy with her crop again, and again, until I jerked and nearly sobbed, but I ached and wanted and wanted more. 

They left me tied on the table while the Mistress handled her other slaves, and I could feel the burning of the crop and the clothespins. My pussy was throbbing. My clit was jumping and twitching. 

At the end, the Mistress and Annie let the others go and came to untie me. Before they did, though, the Mistress looked at me, smoothed back my hair, and whispered, asking me if I was still needing something more? 

Oh yes. I nodded. Please. Pleeeease.

She nodded. One of the hosts came over, kissing the Mistress' hand. He thanked her and asked if she had agreed? She said yes. She leaned down and told me that she would be in the next room, if I needed her. Then she and Annie left.

There were three men in there. The host, and two of the Japanese businessmen. He spoke to them, and they nodded. He handed out condoms, and one of them frowned, but shrugged. I was still tied down, but they untied my legs and slid a pillow under my back, then retied my legs, only opening them wider. The host came behind me and tested my wrists, tightening the cords. A woman entered, the Japanese clit sucker. She began working little acupuncture-looking needles into my nipples. I had never done anything like that before! She opened my jacket wider, worked another pillow under my hips, which lifted them higher and opened my legs more. My hips were bent backwards a little, arching, open. The woman worked her way around each breast with the little needles. The men watched in silence. I could hear them breathing heavily, excited. Somewhere in the house music was playing. I could hear it thrum and beat, matching the pulse in my clit. It was hard to breathe, being stretched so tightly. 

She pulled open a small kit she had brought with her and brought out a silk strip, tying that very firmly to the joining of my hip and groin on one thigh, then a second strip on the other. She pulled out a third strip, worked it beneath me and then around my waist. The host told me to breathe in and hold my breath. The woman suddenly pulled the sash tight so my waist, already small, was tiny. Breathing was even harder, yet somehow more exciting. The sashes tied to the tops of my thighs were rubbing against flesh that was wet and swollen and tender. Those three pieces of material suddenly made all of me focus on my pussy, while at the same time, my nipples were tingling. 

She fingered me with an almost scientific air, testing, then nodded. One of the Japanese men exclaimed, excited, his pants off. She smoothed a condom over his cock, which was jutting and waving in excitement. He braced on the table and shoved into me, hard and fast. I tried to breathe in with joy and rapture and almost couldn't breathe. He fucked me hard and fast while the other two men and the woman watched. The needles quivered on my breasts and nipples and felt like I was being tweaked all at the same time. I was gasping and panting and shoving up against him for more. He grinned and said something to the host. 

"He says you're a good slut. He could take you to a lot of parties!" I panted and smiled, my eyes half-closed. All those people, watching. 

The woman wasn't quite satisfied. Another pillow under my hips and another still under my back. My breasts were taut and the needles jutted out. While the men were adjusting the pillows, the woman showed me a set of long, slender needles. She had a cold smile. She reached with one hand and grabbed my clit and twisted, then waved the needles again. She turned and began to insert them into the area around the clit, on each side of it. I gasped. It wasn't pain, though. Something she was doing was making me worse than horny and desperate for sex. I saw her cold smile come near me again. She tweaked a needle and I moaned. She nodded. 

They reopened the waist sash and tugged on the ropes attached to my wrist buckles again, until my arms were pulled even tighter. I could hardly breathe. The host told me again to suck in my breath as much as I could, and I did, nearly seeing stars. I felt the sash re-tied, almost viciously tight. The sashes around the upper thighs where my legs joined the hip and groin were re-tied as well, tighter, digging in closer to the clit. The woman removed all of the needles, breasts and clit area. The second Japanese man, already pantless and wearing a condom, grinned and said something, then eased into me. No! I wanted it hard and fast and more, more! I pushed up against him, wanting, and he pulled back, laughing. The woman came up behind him and smacked his bare bottom, and he groaned, then he shoved into my pussy hard and fast and oh I loved that, I loved that, yes, I want that, I need that, please, please more. 

The host was next, and he had long since had his pants off and had been moving his hand on his cock, shoving the flesh up and down. He was hard and full and big. He first made me kiss his cock, then he rubbed in on my breasts, dribbling a little pre-cum. He rubbed his cock against my clit, spread me open with his fingers, and stuck one finger inside me. No, no, I want more and bigger and more and more! I pushed against him, squirming. I would pay for this later with a sore pussy but I didn't care, I did not care. He laughed and the other two men laughed. He said something to the woman, and they began to untie me. No! 

My legs were shaky and I was wet. My waist was very tiny and it was very hard to breathe. The woman opened her robe and slipped it off, naked, and then put on a strap-on, inserting one end into her own pussy. She smiled at me, cold as ice and wicked and knowing. The host lay down on a large open-sided sofa, then told me to get on him, and I did, sinking down on him. He held his hands around my waist and began to fuck, really fuck, and the woman came behind us and pushed against my back some. She pushed into my bottom with the strap-on, and the two of them were inside me, the two Japanese men watching and talking and pointing. I love this. I really love this, them watching me and I am being fucked and I love this. I want everyone to fuck me. I want them to take me and use me and fuck me and I want everyone to see and watch. I love this. 

I was sore, very sore, but I rode back to the hotel with my skirt off and my legs open wide, and anyone driving by our car who could look in, saw my pussy and I loved it. I fingered myself gently.

"You know the Mistress will have to hear about that," said the male slave who was driving.

I smiled. Yes.



Again We Meet



Even though he had been intimate with Richard before on more than one occasion, Brian felt nonetheless hesitant, inhibited as they entered Richard's house for an afternoon of long overdue pleasure. It had been more than a year since their last meeting, a year wherein Brian had been physically abstinent but mentally charged up, his mind often playing out his fantasies with his only fuck buddy. Over the last year his hesitations and inhibitions had crept back into him, sometimes strongly. He had discussed this with Richard, discussed more importantly his fantasies with him, fantasies Brian hoped would help alleviate the inhibitions if acted upon. And though Brian felt a little awkward with his fantasies, he trusted Richard and knew he would be willing to play them out, to help Brian overcome his weakness towards sex.

Both of them were more than ready for an evening of mutual cock pleasure, exacerbated by the fact that, on the trip up to Richard's, neither felt the others' cock. They only vocalized their desires and wishes. Once inside, though, the hesitation both of them felt or practiced on the drive quickly vanished. With no words, Richard shut and locked the door, then moved quickly to Brian, pressing his body against him to the wall, where they locked mouths and explored each other briefly. Brian felt Richard take his hand and move it to Richard's cock, already hard, as was Brian's own. He rubbed it through Richard's pants, felt it swell in his hand, the cock he missed so and couldn't wait to see, to taste. But Richard pulled back a moment and took Brian's shirt off, letting it fall on the floor beside the door. He looked at him and placed another kiss on his lips, then said, in almost a whisper, "You don't need that shirt on. Come upstairs with me," and he led Brian by the hand up to the bedroom.

Brian looked at the bed a moment and saw that Richard indeed would want to play out his fantasies, fantasies he had written about, fantasies that made Brian's cock drip as he wrote them and Richard made masturbate as he read them. On the bed Brian saw two ropes and what would serve as a makeshift blindfold. The sight made his cock seem to swell all the larger. But just as the sight seemed to overwhelm him, Richard leaned against the wall facing the bed and turned Brian towards him. Brian saw that Richard's pants were unbuttoned, unzipped, and that he was taking his shirt off. 

"Want my cock, Brian?' Richard asked, and Brian could only answer with his eyes a pleading yes. "Get on your knees, then. Get my cock out and into your mouth." Was this how it would be played? With Richard giving commands and Brian obeying them? One on level Brian felt a little silly, shy, embarrassed, but at the same time an excitement surged through him. This was what he wanted—to let loose, to explore his visceral instincts, to let himself be taken, used, to become wrapped in pleasure as well as become the object of another's pleasure. As all this passed through his head, it seemed that all his inhibitions subsided, and he was overwhelmed by intense feelings that flowed through him. He got on his knees and fumbled for a second trying to reach Richard's cock. He pulled Richard's pants down revealing his hardness—the cock he desired so, the cock he fantasized about and masturbated over quite frequently. It stood in front of him, erect, waiting to be tasted, but as Brian moved his mouth to it, Richard pushed his head back a second so he could step out of his pants—Richard wanted him to wait a moment more, let the passion build. He watched Brian as Brian kept his eye on the manhood in front of him. When off, Richard leaned back against the wall and took Brian's head between his hands."You can taste my cock now," he said, and led Brain's mouth to him.

Then Brian had his mouth around Richard's cock—at Richard's will. For a moment, Richard's Will was all that crossed through his head. He leads my mouth to his cock . . . he wants to fuck my mouth. But the moment passed, and most of what he thought was that there—there was the cock he had waited to suck, and his mouth felt what he could never quite put in words. The taste of it, the feeling that he was giving pleasure as only a man knew how; and the taste, the taste of his forbidden, erect flesh in his mouth pushing against his throat as the juices begin to slowly leak out. He wanted it, and began to suck harder, faster, taking his whole cock in. Richard looked down and saw Brian kneeling in his jeans, enjoying himself as he gave Richard a blowjob. A smile crossed Richard's face as his own cock felt wrapped in warmth and pleasure, as he waited for Brian to do what was natural: Grab his own cock. 

It only took a couple of minutes before Brian started fumbling around in his pants for his cock while intently continuing to suck his friend. When Richard saw this, he pushed Brian back from him. "No, no," he said. "You cannot touch yourself. Only I can touch you right now." He saw that Brian was internally writhing, his hand only hesitantly—very hesitantly—moving away from his own cock as he continued to stare at Richard's. "No? You don't think you can go on without pleasuring yourself?" he asked. "So, you're a bad boy, eh? And what do we do to bad boys?" Brian said nothing—could say nothing. Richard, in the other hand, spoke in action, pulling up Brian by the hands and leading him to the bed. "You lay here."

Brian did as told. He would do as told. He wanted to do as told. He laid on the bed; Richard straddled his chest (what a view Brian had!), lifted his arms up and tied them to the bed posts. He got off of Brian's chest and admired briefly his heavy breathing. Brian admired Richard's naked body, his cock hard and dripping in front of him. "Like what you see?" he asked his bound buddy. Brian nodded. "Then take it into your mind, because you won't see it for a little bit," and with that, took the makeshift blindfold and placed around Brian's head. 

Brian laid there mesmerized, desperately wanting to touch his cock, desperately wanting to shoot his cum. He knew it wouldn't take long, and if he could only touch it, it might only be a few short moments before he blew his load. But not only could he not touch his cock, neither was he undressed yet. Richard had left him partially clothed before tying him up—something Brian had mentioned once in an email. Now Brian felt torn—wanting to touch his cock and cum for Richard, and wanting the moment to last forever, his laying bound at the control of another. What was Richard looking at, Brian wondered. He soon felt a tug at his leg, and his jeans were off. He laid there in his underwear, feeling bound not by the ropes, but bound by the underwear. He squirmed as much as he could in his position, his hips slightly buckling, wanting nothing more than to be out of his briefs, to be laid out bare for his afternoon lover to see, to admire. 

Richard knew what Brian felt and whispered, "It's not that easy, Brian." Be began to touch Brian's cock with his fingertips, running them along the shaft slowly, lightly, down to the balls, which he cradled a second. Brian could then feel Richard's mouth follow his shaft through the underwear, and he squirmed all the more, letting out a pathetic sigh that might be interpreted as, "Get me out of these things, please!" A little while longer with the mouth tease, and Brian felt weight leave the bed. Then Richard's fingers were around the elastic, and finally—finally—Brian felt free. Once in the open air, his cock jumped, as if to say thank you. It continued to jump involuntarily, with every movement in the room and with every thought that raced through his head. He could feel his own precum over his belly, then he could feel Richard playing with it with his finger. "That is so sexy, Brian," Richard reassured. He grabbed Brian's cock and stroked slowly, forcing a little more precum to drip from his swollen tool. But then Brian felt what he considered almost to be ball torture. No pain—just very light fingertips caressing his scrotum, teasing the light hairs that covered it. He buckled with the feelings that overwhelmed not only his balls, but his entire body. Richard saw Brian's body quiver so, and quit so that he could lean over and kiss his dick along the shaft, from the head to the base, before resuming his "ball torture." 

Richard enjoyed watching Brian as much, if not more, than Brian enjoyed the sensation, and as he toyed with his buddy, he played with his own cock a little. Soon he could feel himself getting close—not too close, but the very beginnings of the pressure that builds in one's loins—and as the precum started to ooze slowly from him, he straddled once again Brian's chest. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue a little," he ordered, and Brian did as told. Richard leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock on Brian's tongue. "You like that?" Brian tried a uh-huh. "You'll like this then," Richard said, and began to pat Brian's tongue with his cock. Brian could feel the precum splash onto his face. His cock leaped helplessly to and fro, and he wanted Richard to return to it, to reassure it, let it ease a little. But Richard wasn't ready for that, nor was he ready to cum, Brian discovered as Richard got off of him and off of the bed. He had thought that perhaps Richard would cum there on him, then proceed to do what he wanted to with him. Yet Richard did not cum.

In the dark behind the blindfold, Brian didn't know what Richard was doing. He lay and listened to the room, hoping for a clue, but heard nothing. He wondered if Richard had left the room. But Richard had not; he stood at the end of the bed looking at his prize. Richard had been waiting long for Brian, and now that he had him, he would take a moment to visually enjoy it, to let the image sink deep into his thoughts. Brian brought a camera with him, Richard remembered—now he could memorialize the scene in a more concrete manner. It was something Brian wanted anyway, had vocalized before; he enjoyed posting his photos online—exhibitionism had been a turn on for him for years, as soon as he found that people were willing to watch him jack off online. Richard knew of Brian's hobby and had seen the photos before, which had always led to a horny session alone, often with thoughts similar to what was happening this afternoon. He left to walk downstairs and found Brian's camera.

Sitting in the silence had driven Brian quite mad—the wondering what would happen next, the strong feeling of arousal he had from laying there bound, being looked at, the stronger feeling of his cock pulsing involuntarily, sometimes shooting a quick load of precum over his belly. It ran in smooth lines down either side of him, slowly, hauntingly erotic. Soon he finally heard something: the sound of an electronic. He knew it was the camera; Richard would indulge him his secret pleasure, a pleasure that only Richard and another, a young lady, knew. Brian had wanted so long for this to happen—to be photographed bound, so he could show it off to the world in another bold move into sexual freedom. The sound of the camera made his cock, which had slowly began to lessen in intensity during Richard's absence, come again to full attention, and it was then he heard the first snap.

Richard saw the pleasure underneath the blindfold. "You like this?" he asked. Brian affirmed. "You like me being in control, eh?" Again affirmation. "You're my little bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm your bitch." Brian felt something close to his face. "Your cock . . . let me have your cock, please?"

"My little bitch wants cock, does he?" Brian already had his mouth opened a little, so Richard gave him a taste. Brian's tongue lashed out to taste further, but Richard stepped back and took another photo. Brian's legs moved back and forth, his feet scraping the bed. "You want my cock then do you? Richard repeated, but before Brian could answer, he grabbed his head and placed his cock in all the way and held it there. Brian could feel the hairs on his mouth, his belly beyond the blindfold. When he felt Brian start to gag, Richard stepped back and took another photo before once again placing his cock deep into Brian's mouth. He then placed his cock at Brian's lips and took another couple that way, to balance out the body shots he took. A few more shots of the body from various angles, and Richard decided to move to the next step. Indeed, the afternoon had his cock writhing also, so much so he wondered if might alleviate it some. He straddled Brian's chest and began to masturbate a little . . . slowly . . . over Brian's lips. Brian could hear a snap from the camera, then he heard Richard's breathing heighten, stop, start. "My little bitch want a taste?" Brian simply moaned a response. Would Richard cum? And if so, how long before he himself could—at Richard's disposal? Brian felt a smooth warm, stream dripping onto his face—not cum, not an outpouring, but a line of precum it was that reached him. Brian felt Richard's hands on either side of his head. Richard wouldn't cum, just let a little pressure off. He sat over Brian a moment to regain his composure, then said, "We need to loosen you p a little."

Brian knew what that meant. His ass was often tight—too tight, which caused him a little embarrassment. From under the bed, Richard pulled out a toy . . . not too large, but just the right size to loosen Brian up some before he moved to the finale. He went to the back of the bed, caressed Brian's legs a moment before spreading them apart. Brian felt a warm, slimy substance cover his cock (though Richard did not dare touch it!) then over his ass. He squirmed as he waited. Would this hurt? And would the hurt bring pleasure? He felt the tip of the toy caress his asshole a little; then Richard stuck it in—the tip, briefly, before felt the tip of the toy pulling it back out and gauging Brian's reaction. He looked wonderful, ready, willing. He placed it in again, a little above the tip, holding for a second before placing it all the way inside of him. As it moved in, Brian felt a large squirt of cum leave him; he did not cum totally, but let loose one nice sized load. Richard would not let him cum yet, so he stood back and took another couple of photos—of the toy protruding from him, of the load that left him. He decided to let it stay in him a little. A cock sucking was in order.

"My little bitch like this?" Affirm. "Let me fuck your mouth," he said, and placed his cock once again in Brian's mouth. Brian loved the sensation—the toy in his ass, the cock in his mouth—he felt overwhelmed, yet he felt unburdened. Richard's juices slid into Brian's mouth, adding to his feeling of being overwhelmed. Then the cock was gone and Brian heard a tearing of paper, felt Richard at the end of the bed, felt the toy leave him.

Brian felt Richard spread and bend his legs, then he felt it . . . Richard's cock . . . At first, he pulled from the sensation, but relaxed immediately and thrust his hips back slowly but firmly, letting Richard have him. I'm his bitch. "Fuck me, Richard, fuck me," Brian moaned as Richard fucked him, his cock deep inside.

Now Brian could hold out no longer, and Richard was on the precipice as well. Richard reached up and grabbed onto Brian's hands as they fucked harder. Not much longer, both thought, though neither expressed. Soon the sensations were too much and Brian felt himself begin to let loose. He wanted to grab his cock and help the release, but alas, impossible. Besides, the feeling of his cum leaving him without the aid of a hand or anything else around it heightened the feeling immensely. Richard, too, could last no longer, his feeling exacerbated by the muscles contracting around his cock. He too began to let loose.

"Fuck me Richard, fill me with your cum," Brian moaned as he felt Richard's cock pulse with his own. As they came, they fucked in unison; when finished, Richard lay atop of Brian and kissed him slowly as the feelings subsided.

Then Richard was off him and out of the room. Brian lay there a moment, feeling awkward (as he did after cumming), though that would soon leave. He heard water running. Richard must be cleaning himself off. Then he was back, and Brian felt warm water and a rag cleaning him off. "I take care of my little bitch," Richard said. Brian loved it. It was part of the game, part of the fantasy, that afterwards, after being dominant, the master would clean, take care of his bitch. Once clean, Richard began to release the ropes and take off the blindfold. 

"Let's walk downstairs," he told Brian. "Yes," was all Brian could muster as a response, still overwhelmed by what he just experienced. They could hang downstairs, naked. Brian needed it. He felt the awkward feelings leaving him; he saw the cock he could thank for it. He saw the cock he would thank for it. Soon, Richard and his cock would be rewarded. Brian knew a little cock worship was in order to show his thanks. Richard knew it was cumming, Richard knew Brian's mouth would take him there . . . it was only a matter of waiting a little, waiting until Richard's beautiful cock once again got hard. And neither could wait.



Again with Karla



It was to be my second visit with Karla, I could not get her out of my mind, she gnawed at me. Day after day I thought about her until I finally gave in and forgave myself. I called her number, I did not know it was her private number.

She was not surprised to hear from me, we set a date for a meeting, or should I say, a session. I wondered how far I would want her to go with me or how far she would insist on taking me. From the mental bliss I took away from her the first time, I did not care, I knew I had to see her again. 

Our meeting was at a different place this time, it was at a private home. The house was not a mansion or anything outlandish just a middle class four bedroom bungalow in the suburbs. Hundreds of thoughts ran thru my mind on my way to her front door. We greeted each other and retired to the living room to sip white wine. It took less than two minutes for me to fall under her spell and she knew it. 

"Roger, I will be right up front with you, I liked you the moment we met and I have decided that you and I will work something out, mutually gratifying. We will indulge each other. You will help at the studio doubling as security and as my assistant during my B&D sessions. You will sleep here in this house at night or maybe at the studio from time to time. She took a sip of wine and continued, Do you want to play?"

Damn, I was shocked to say the least, I stumbled for words. It was obvious she was being dangerous and aggressive, that attracted me. I knew I would do anything she wanted. After a nervous cough and a sip of wine I managed to ask, "Can we have a trial period?" 

"Of course we can, it starts right now! I should warn you, I have a girlfriend, Jen, who joins me in some of my sessions and at times she can be brutal." Softly she continued, "Roger, there are a number of sexy things I crave and I promised myself a long time ago that I would not deny my urges. I am living my dream life."

"To start with," she cooed, "Strip naked and stand at attention, do not move." I was undressed in no time. She stroked my hardening cock. In a husky voice she whispered in my ear, "I am going to bring you close to an orgasm an then tie you up." 

Kneeling, she reached behind me and began caressing my balls and at the same time took my cock into her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue. All I could do was to savor the feeling and moan, she knew exactly how to treat a mans cock and balls. I was breathless by the time she stopped and stood up. 

Beginning to remove her blouse she swayed back and forth to the quiet music playing somewhere. I had no idea when the music started, my mind was clouded in fantasy. As she slipped the blouse down her arms her breasts popped out, full and firm cinched into a skimpy red bra. 

She unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I am sure my eyes were bulging at the sight of her standing there in front of me in only her red panties and bra.

"Like what you see," she teased kissing my chest.

My cock was harder than ever, I needed to cum badly. Turning away, she picked up a blindfold from a small cabinet nearby and wrapped it around my eyes. The darkness intensified my need to cum and I moaned, no, it was more like begged, "Karla, please finish me off, I am out of control." She laughed, "That is the idea, is it not? Quiet, no more talking, this will fix that." Before I knew it, she stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head.

With some cord from somewhere, she tied my wrists and elbows together behind my back. She moved her fingers slowly between my ass cheeks on their way to squeeze my balls again, much harder this time and I jumped at the sudden pressure. With both hands wrapped around them she roughly pulled them away from my body saying, "I have you now, I own you." I had no idea if she was talking about my balls or me, I did not care. 

Stuffing them into a small leather pouch, she pulled the rawhide closure tight up around the base of my cock, which was hard as a rock, and tied it off.

There I was, standing naked in front of a beautiful woman, tied up, blindfolded and gagged with my balls in a leather sack, pre cum oozing from my cock. She sat me down on the floor and quickly tied my legs together, ankles and knees. Luckily I was able to lean back against a wall.

There was a few minutes of silence, then she began to speak. "I hope you are comfortable because I am going to tell you about some of the things that go on in my life."

"Depending on my mood, I can be dominant or submissive. I prefer dominant most of the time but sometimes I need to get my own fair share of abuse, that will be for you and Jen to satisfy."

"I see those cords are biting nicely into your flesh, I love to see that. Personally, I like a rough textured rope so I can struggle against the coarseness, it feels wonderful, I get wet just thinking about it. Depending on the position I am bound in, that is, if my legs are spread or tied together, I can orgasm multiple times, especially spread with a tight knotted crotch rope."

"I have found that some men are weak when it comes to focussing or their secret desires and ultimately confessing them. In that case I usually have their balls tied off with a two pound barbell to create a new reality for them as they hang from the ceiling, naked, by their wrists on tip toes. After half an hour of that they enthusiastically tell me all the things they would never tell anyone else, the sounds coming thru a penis gag and their cooperating body movements tell me I am on the right track. At that point I begin the session and by then there is usually a hard cock to open the show."

Trussed as I was there was nothing I could do but listen and enjoy the outright bawdiness of her personality and to wonder what plans she had for me. She was actually describing masturbation fantasies I have had for most of my life. I felt my cock screaming for attention. 

"Couples are the most fun, typically the woman will be the dominant partner. She will almost always humiliate the man by having sex in front of him or forcing him into gay sex, sucking cock, anal penetration, even dressing him in panties or diapers and sometimes pissing on him." 

"You would be surprised at some of the things my clients enjoy." It must have been obvious to her by my squirming her stories were having an intense effect on me. She continued with a deep sultry whisper to intensify my frustration, "I have a few special things I want to surprise you with, some things I have not yet tried, think of them as an experiment." 

"The man on the other hand will whip the woman to the point of tears and then force her to suck his cock. Maybe suspend her by her feet, hands tied behind her back, naked, with vibrating dildos doing their dance inside her ass and pussy. Suction cups sucking on her nipples and pussy clips are way up on the list."

"I like to tie their thighs to each others while they are kneeling ass to ass with each end of a double headed dildo stuck deep in their asses. I handcuff them with arms behind their backs, faces to the floor. I love to whip them in that position, sometimes I will play with my pussy for a quick orgasm as I watch their painful pleasure struggles. They always leave with smiles on their faces."

"As you can imagine, Roger, there are numerous specialty toys for male or female pleasures and pain." Suspiciously bragging with a chuckle, "And I have them all." 

"I guess you could use a blow job by now but first let's see how good you are at sucking on my juicy pussy, after all, one orgasm deserves another." She removed my gag and pushed me down onto the floor then climbed over me and sharply clamped her already dripping pussy on my mouth. I had no time to say a thing before I got my first taste of her secret skin. 

Guiding me along she had a long slow orgasm during which I could only get a breath when she slid back and forth. It was so erotic, I went off like a cannon splashing cum all over her back. Turning, she said, "Lick it off."

Smugly laughing at my no hands orgasm she began to untie me. When she removed the blindfold I looked her directly in the eye and said, "Yes, for sure, I want to play. This is a dream I do not want to wake up from." When I could stand up we ground our bodies together as if we were teenagers. I felt like I had just won the Lotto. 

"Get dressed, we have a client to meet at the studio, Jen will be there waiting for us in about an hour. She will take care of your pretty little cock during the session and I know for sure you will experience, a new beginning." Her tone was pleasantly forceful. I said again, "I want to play."