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Anticipation

By: Gordan



Anticipation

For the 10th time that hour, she looked at the clock. 2:30AM the red lights told her. Damn, she thought. How fucking hard this night's gonna be!

She closed her eyes, but it was little use. As she got closer to that 8:00AM rendezvous, she knew the anticipation would possibly overwhelm her.

HE IS GOING TO BE IN A HOTEL ROOM 10 MINUTES AWAY IN 5 HOURS. She could hear herself breathing shallow, the thought of his warm hands touching her body sending a tingling throughout. It started in the pit of her stomach and radiated outward, tendrils of pleasure reaching her nipples. She felt them harden and she reached down to pull one of them.

The sensation was so electric she shuddered. Next to her, her husband stirred and let out a snort. She held completely still, not wanting to wake him. She wanted to immerse herself in the excitement of seeing HIM again without interruption. Not that she wouldn't service her husband if he touched her. But she knew the chances of that were remote.

Usually she was the one to initiate any sort of physical contact. She had come to believe after many years that unless she wanted to only be fucked once every week or two, she would have to initiate. She disliked having to ask and be pushed off. Yes, he was a hard worker, harder than most men. It was one of the things that was attractive about him and he set a good example for the children. 

But she needed a MAN. A man to TAKE her. A man to grab her and exert his body and mind against her with only one goal. Her pleasure. All too often, despite sometimes his best efforts, it was his pleasure that was sated. She didn't mind. She loved intimacy and enjoyed the heat of the moment. Yet all too often, she had laid awake, a porno still running with him sleeping and she rubbing her still hungry pussy....

2:42AM! What the fuck! It felt like the scene in Superman where he circled the Earth and reversed time. She sighed to herself. As if that could ever happen. All too often, now, she wished that it COULD happen, so she could go back in time and have another chance with HIM.

A stray memory flashed in her hyperactive mind. She was waking up in her dorm room, the sun just barely reaching it's rays through her window. She felt wonderful, like she was still dreaming. She knew why; HE WAS DOWN THERE. Sliding his tongue between her dripping pussy and her already hard clit.

How long had he been down there?, she thought to herself. But at that moment he slid his firm finger into her cunt and she didn't fucking care. All she knew was pleasure and when she looked down she could see his eyes. Warm, brown, intense eyes smiling and attentive as he gauged her breathing and her motions so he could make her build in intensity.

She ripped herself back to the present. Damn, she was wet already, she could feel it. She slowly slid her hand down to her pussy. Her lips were already pulsing and hot from the thought all day of his arrival. While SHE was thinking of his smile, his eyes, his determined devotion and passion, she KNEW what her pussy was dripping for.

It clenched around her finger as if to remind her again how patient it had been. She knew it; for a year and a half much of their torrid love affair had centered around the masculine object she had craved for a long time.

On impulse, she reached down and grabbed her wrist. Her fingers reached around and overlapped. She slid up a little. Husband's cock, she sighed. Not that she wasn't satisfied with his lovemaking. He was a good lover with a nice cock. She always enjoyed the sensations of having him inside her. But she knew now that her pussy was designed for a much different shape. She slid her fingers further up her arm. Her fingers were just barely touching now. No, still not right, she thought, and she slid her hand up until she was grabbing the meat of her forearm, her fingers no longer touching.

I want his thick, fat COCK. There, she thought, she said it again to herself, like she had ever since he had sent the first few pics of his massive member through the wifi. It was HUGE. No, not painfully long; in fact, she thought at first it was short. But he was a normal length. The illusion was caused by the fact his cock was as fat as a fucking beer bottle! 

She remembered her excited surprise when she first grabbed his fat meat. Oval shaped, which just maximized his girth. Hard as a rock and rigid. He was so thick he couldn't bend like skinnier guys. But it never bothered him. He had learned to roll his hips and angle himself perfectly for her so she would feel completely filled up with cock.

For almost 2 years in college, every night and morning, he would greet her and pound her pussy and she loved every second of that massive member satiating her. It was a sensation she never forgot...and she was dripping at the thought of being taken by him again.

She looked at the clock again. A little less than 5 hours. Her middle finger had shoved itself up against her front wall g-spot almost unconsciously. 

He's fucking sleeping in a hotel room and he still makes my pussy throb, she thought. God, I fucking can't wait to see him. 

I wonder how far we'll go, she thought. She weighed the pros and cons but deep down, she knew what her answer would be. The thought of it sent a ripple of pussy juice leaking down her finger.

She knew if HE were there right now, his face would be buried in her pussy, sucking and slurping and mashing his mouth and nose into her mons, driving her crazy. She would grab his head and push him in deep so his tongue could lick out her cunt's sweetness.

"I love your fucking taste," he would breathlessly whisper to her. Then he would climb up on top of her and start kissing her, her juices smeared over his lips and face. It drove her wild, cause she knew this man truly loved EVERYTHING about her, without reservation. Without hesitation. He would do anything in his power just to see her again. And here he was. Hours away from finally seeing her alone after over 15 years apart.

She wanted to cum now, she could feel her pussy aching with the need to release. She toyed with the idea of grabbing the gift in her closet.

It was a dildo of HIM. He had sent it maybe 8 months earlier on a dare. She had teased him about making her a mold of his fat cock and making a dildo for her, cause he wasn't around to fill her needs...

She remembered when she opened the box and squeezed his fat cock dildo in her hands. He had said it wasn't fully erect, he had to mix the impression material while watching a porno and then put the cold goop on his cock to capture the detail. But it was close enough; she could tell when she squeezed it. A surge of memories raced through her as she slid her hand up and down the thick shaft.

It's one thing to have a picture; it's entirely another to have your lover's fat, wide cock just feet away from you. It was only the thought of having HIS OWN HOT COCK in her pussy that stopped her from grabbing it at that moment, like she had so many late nights before over the past year.

From the moment she felt it's wide shaft stretch her pussy lips apart, she was hooked. She had remembered the lovemaking; she remembered that look in his eyes. But she had forgotten what it was like to feel a thick, wide penis fill her pussy. The sensations were incredible. As she had pumped his fat replica in and out of her pulsing pussy she tried to remind herself her husbands real cock was good too, but it was too late. 

She was hooked again. Like she was in college when he drove his fat prick in deep like a smooth piston into her back wall until she came night after night, now too, was she addicted to it.

God, now I know why those girls on the pornos are having so much fun, she thought. Yes, she knew a lot of it was acting, but secretly she looked at those huge, well-hung porn stars and thought," I KNOW I could handle a man-sized cock".

Now here she was, filling her cunt up with the thick dildo of her ex-boyfriend and wifi lover and she knew she wouldn't stop.

And she was right. Sure, there were some moments still where her singular attention was still on her husband. She felt that was her duty and she enjoyed it. But instead of just falling asleep or using her vibrator after he came, more and more she found herself sneaking into her closet and grabbing HIS trophy fat cock dildo.

She would sigh as she placed his fat head against her pussy lips. She felt the difference as her pussy expanded to accommodate the bigger cock of her lover. Fat cock feels best, she moaned to herself. She thought about the sex she was enjoying and the feel of this magical wide prick pumping in and out of her, her pussy lips glistening with cream as they happily stroked the sides of its true male counterpart.

"Nerve endings" he had said, she thought to herself. "The difference is that your husband's cock can't fill and touch off those nerve endings that make you feel like a fucking sex goddess", he pointed out. It's not a sleight, he said. It's just biology. It's why we were soulmates, he said from 1000 miles away. 

And I had to admit, as I came with huge cums night after night on his thick latex cock, that the fucker was right. The girls who said size didn't matter at all probably never had a fat cock filling their pussies up. They were full of shit.

I smirked quietly to myself at the dirty words in my mind. That was another part to HIM that I had missed. We called it the ICING. That delicious , nasty, dirty part of our love that we brought out in each other that our spouses did not. The part that let me cry out,"oh, fuck my pussy, give me that fat cock right fucking now! I love it when you hit that deep, deep spot! Don't stop!" 

It was a natural upwelling of emotion and passion that wasn't forced or contrived, and I felt completely comfortable around him when we uttered our raunchiest thoughts and feelings.

I'm never gonna get to sleep at this rate, I thought. 

Quietly, I slipped one of my ear buds into my ear and turned my iPhone into this text thread. I scrolled down through his dozens of pictures and videos. I knew every one of them in detail. I paused at the pic of him in his office. He still had his pants on but was aroused in his slacks. His thick shaft and huge head outlined in his pants. "How can I go in and see patients with this thing," he would murmur with a smile.

It's true what they say about concealing something versus seeing it out in the open, she thought. She loved letting her imagination run with that picture. Having him come home from work and come up behind her and grabbing her hips right there in the kitchen. "You're the sexiest fucking MILF ever," he would tease, rubbing his huge dick against my ass. "Give the kids dinner and then come to the bedroom for a 'parents meeting'. I would know exactly what that meant.

Shit, my mouth was literally salivating at the thought of going on my knees and having him push his fat cock into my mouth. I wondered how it felt after all these years to have a big cock filling my mouth and throat. I had taken his dildo and put it into my mouth and a rush of memories had come back of devouring his thick cock deep in my throat until he would cum with loud moans. 

Damn I wanted him again. Wanted to show him how much I had missed him, how strongly I had loved him. Our breakup was a messy affair 20 years earlier, the result of being too young and unable to handle being so far apart. I thought that he needed a different woman to fulfill his needs. Over the past 18 months, we both realized what a massive screw up that was.

I popped on one of his video clips. Cause we could only send 2 minutes at a time, we had sent each other dozens and dozens of videos of each other masturbating.

The sounds of passion in our hearts pouring out as we knew we were pleasuring ourselves as much for each other as our actual needs. I skipped to his cumshot clip cause it was one of my favorites.

He was at the office again, camera placed low, directly between his legs. I could see the underside of his broad cock filling the screen and his hand wrapped around his fat shaft, feverishly pumping it in that special twist that was unique to him. A porno was playing in the background; he knew I liked that during sex, so he watched one intentionally knowing it would turn me on even more.

He even picks pornos with fat cocks on it, she thought, rubbing her own pussy juices all over her pulsing labia and swollen clit. She knew he was teasing her, cause she could see that his cock was just as thick as the porn guys; in many cases thicker. Sure, he didn't have the length as most of the guys, but she knew she never needed that as much. Her gspot was shallow and it was the fullness of a fat cock pumping her which she loved most.

He was close now, and she could see the veins of his shaft clearly, full and engorged. His head was swollen and red, and she felt her pussy sent another jolt of pleasure up her spine as she fingered herself.

God I want to take care of him, she thought. She wanted to taste his cum again, feel the power of his huge explosion in her throat. She had watched him over and over again shoot huge wads of cum on the camera. Many times he would shoot loads so strong he would hit his shoulder or the top of his shirt it was so strong. She wanted his jism cause she wanted that feeling of being totally lost in a man again.

She rarely swallowed her husband nowadays. His cum oftentimes was thick and difficult to get down. She knew he enjoyed it; what man wouldn't? But she remembered drinking HIS cum in college; she always enjoyed it and secretly she couldn't wait to feel him explode in her mouth again. IF ONLY THE CLOCK WOULD FUCKING MOVE.

As she drifted off to sleep, her finger still rubbing the slick wetness of her pussy, she prayed that she could make those few short hours with him the most pleasurable of his life. She wanted him like no man she had ever wanted before; the anticipation was killing her....

Anticipation



I can be rather lazy at times, especially when I'm doing a routine job I've done lots of times. The current job was making out the Department Manager's monthly report. I just had to cut and paste sections out of the previous monthly report and the various divisional reports and that was it. I whipped through it and posted it off to the DM with time to spare. Once I had his formal approval I'd just send out copies to everyone concerned in time for the big monthly meetings the next day.

Just at knocking off time the DM came stalking into my little office and it was plain that he was in a real snit. He's new, taking over after heading up a smaller department elsewhere in the organisation. My old DM was a real sweetheart. He'd just been offered early retirement and had been happy to take it. This new guy was not a sweetheart. 

I still didn't see what his problem was. I'd delivered his report on time.

He slapped a sheath of papers down on my desk. I could see at a glance that it was the report.

"What the hell is this supposed to be?" he snarled at me.

"It's the monthly report," I said, feeling rather blank. What the hell did he think it was?

"Really? Why don't you browse through it?"

So I opened up the report and oh - my - god, the first page had great big red circles on it. And that was the best page. The report was riddled with circles and cross-outs and slashes.

I was just staring at it, aghast. I mean, it was a standard report.

"Tell me," said the DM. "Did you read the instructions regarding your duties? The one I gave you when I became your new manager?"

Was he kidding? I knew my job, and the instructions he'd dumped on me were so thick it would take a month to read them. I'd looked at a few of them and shuddered, but I did intend to work my way through the manual. Sometime.

"Ah, not completely," I said cautiously. "I am working my way through it."

"Are you indeed? Did it occur to you to read the section on the monthly report before you started this month's report?" 

You should have heard the honeyed sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Um, no," I said, in a very small voice. "I just did the report the way Mr Evans always liked it."

"Mr Evans may have liked it like that, but no-one else did. Didn't he ever pass on the complaints about it?"

I just looked blank. Complaints? None that I'd heard of.

"Obviously not. Do you know why Mr Evans is no longer the departmental manager?"

"Um, we heard he took early retirement and was happy to take it."

"And we were happy to see him go. Why do think he was offered early retirement? I'll give you a hint. It wasn't because he was superbly efficient and did a wonderful job."

I took offense at that. Mr Evans had been a wonderful boss.

"I always understood that he had an excellent reputation," I said, speaking firmly to show I wasn't scared of this bully.

"He did have, once. His abilities have declined remarkably in the past couple of years. That's why he was offered a way out. We thought it would be inappropriate to fire him after all the years of excellent work he put in."

He gave me a few moments to digest this. Thinking back over the past couple of years I had to admit that he wasn't the manager he used to be. He often let things slide when he shouldn't. A bad habit I seemed to have picked up.

"Of course," the DM said in this very nasty voice, "the same doesn't apply where inefficient secretaries are concerned. Them we just fire."

Me? He meant me? He was going to fire me? He couldn't. I liked this job. I could do this job and I needed this job.

"What? You can't fire me," I protested. I saw the nasty look in his eye and hastily added, "Well, you can, of course, but you shouldn't. I'm really a very good secretary. I'll show you. I'll have the report redone according to the new guidelines before I go home tonight." 

"Why should I let you? You obviously failed to read your instructions and just idle your way through your duties. I'm not helpless, you know, and I can get out the monthly report myself."

"But you've got more important things to do, sir," I said desperately. "Just give me a chance and I'll show you."

The miserable old bastard rapped his knuckles against the report.

"It seems to me that you had a chance and failed to show me," he said.

Snide swine. Still, I really needed this job.

"I may have grown a bit complacent," I said hastily, "but you'll find I am really quite efficient. Mr Evans wouldn't have hired me in the first place if I wasn't."

Thank god Mr Evans used to have a very high reputation. Mr Wolfe actually seemed to be taking this into consideration. Finely he nodded. 

"All right. I'll be working back tonight. Have the final report on my desk before I go home."

He turned and stalked back out of my office, leaving me reaching for my new instructions to see how the report should be presented. I have to admit, the new format made a lot more sense than the old one, even if it did mean more work for the person putting it together. Me. Still, when I buckle down to it I'm horrendously efficient, and I had a real incentive to buckle down to it.

It took me several hours and it was quite late when I finished, but I got that report completed, and it was a very good effort, even if I do say so myself. I was feeling quite pleased with myself as I made my way to Mr Wolfe's office. I suspected that he and I were the last two people in the building. If I hadn't screwed up we'd both be at home right now. 

I knocked and entered and put a printed copy of the report on his desk. I'd printed a copy, as well as sending it via email, to ensure that it printed neatly, with no awkward page breaks.

Instead of grabbing the report and starting to read it Mr Wolfe gives me a really cold stare. 

"If you had been anything like efficient we'd both have been able to go home hours ago," he pointed out.

Did he really think I didn't realise that I was still at work instead of relaxing at home, eating a nice meal?

"Yes, sir," I said. "Sorry, sir." I still needed my job.

"I was thinking that some sort of penalty is called for. Something other than just putting a nasty note in your personnel file. You seem to want to keep your job and if this report is anything like a decent report then I'll say you're entitled to be given another chance. So I've come up with an interesting little punishment that I'm sure you will detest."

He gave me a very nasty smile, but I wasn't going to comment. Let him lay it on the line. He did.

"I'm going to get you to bend over the desk next to me while I go through the report. Any time I find an error I'm going to give you a very firm spank on the bottom. You had better hope that I don't find many errors, hadn't you?"

"You can't do that. You can't make me."

"True. Let's put it this way. You can tender your resignation or you can drop your panties and tender your bottom. The choice is yours."

Bastard. I was fuming. The report was good, I knew that, but what if he invented mistakes?

"The report is excellent. How do I know you won't make up mistakes?" I blurted.

"I'll play fair," he said. "They will have to be genuine mistakes. Not just different interpretations of the instructions."

"And if there are no mistakes," I asked.

"Then there will be no smacks on your bottom, will there? But since you bring it up, rather than have you lose your panties for no reason, if there are no mistakes at all I'll congratulate you with a thorough fucking."

He didn't say that. No way did he say that. But he had.

"So I have to hope for a mistake?" 

"Don't hope too hard," he said, sounding as though he was trying to be kind. "You see, I'll really feel sorry for you if I have to spank your pretty little bottom, and would feel the need to commiserate with you at the finish by fucking you."

"Either way, you're going to. . ."

"Mmm. I guess I'm the lucky one tonight. So what's it going to be?"

Damn it all. Maybe he was bluffing. But could I chance it? If he wanted to he could fire me out of hand and there would be nothing I could do. No appeal would help. All he'd have to do would be to produce that first stinking report and there was his justification. So quit or get fucked. 

The arrogant swine patted the desk next to him and I morosely went and bent over it. He promptly lifted up my dress. 

"You forgot to pull these down," he said cheerfully, pulling down my panties.

There I was, bent over the desk while he started reading the report, anticipating that first spank. And while I was doing that I was trying to convince myself that he wasn't going to fuck me afterwards. I found out that I wasn't very convincing. I could practically feel his cock pushing its way inside me. What would it be like, I wondered? How big is he? He was a big man, but that didn't mean a big cock?

I almost screamed when his hand landed on my bottom. Don't worry. It wasn't a spank. He was just casually laying his hand on my bum. 

In the short time I'd worked for our new DM, I'd noticed one thing. His hands are restless. When he's talking or concentrating on anything his hands are always moving. The trouble was, while he was reading the report, his hand was absent-mindedly moving over my bottom.

He worked his fingers, incidentally massaging the cheek of my bottom. He drummed his fingers, which was worse, because his hand was hovering over my pussy, and those fingers were happily bouncing of my mound. He rubbed his hand around in circles, which wasn't too bad when his hand was on my bottom, quite soothing, actually, but a bit much when his hand was on my mound and he was rubbing my lips back and forth.

A side effect of all this touching was that he was starting to arouse me, and I wondered if it was deliberate. Probably not, I decided. After all, I'm sure he wasn't really going to fuck me. I mean, not really.

But what if he decided to? What could I do? All he had to do was stand up and unzip and there was I, laid out before him for his pleasure. Once again I started wondering what it would be like if he did stick his cock in me. What if he was really small? Would I laugh? That would be one way to get fired. Reason for leaving your last place of employment? Laughing at the boss's little cock. Wouldn't that look great on a resume.

There again, what if he was massive? I could already feel my pussy cringing under an assault by a giant battering ram. God, if it was too big he could split me in half. I'd be in hospital explaining to the nurse that my boss had a cock as big as his ego.

His hand was still moving restlessly over me. He was rubbing my bottom. He was rubbing my pussy. Hell's bells. His hand had cupped my mound and he was kneading it as though it was dough. 

I threw a desperate look at the report. He was about halfway through. OK. Halfway through with no spanks was good. Damn it. Only halfway through and his hand romping around my bottom and pussy was not good. Why couldn't he read faster? Oh, god. If he read faster he'd be finished faster, and then he was going to fuck me. I needed him to read slower.

I was back to anticipating him actually going ahead and fucking me. Here I was, bent over, bottom bare and pussy on display. I could just imagine him standing behind me, slowly unzipping, that nasty smile he gets pinned to his face. Then he'd be putting it to me. Fast or slow, I wondered. Did I care? Well yes. I preferred not at all. Were my preferences going to be taken into consideration? There's a laugh.

Oh my god. He actually slipped a finger past my lips. I took a quick glance at him. He still seemed to be concentrating on the report and he was nearly finished. I only took that quick look and then turned away. I didn't want to know how far he had to go. At least, he still hadn't found any errors. That was a plus for me. Something was nagging at me. Something I'd seen but not really registered. I took another glance.

He was sitting there, reading the report. He would drum his fingers on one hand and then the other. Unfortunately, the other was resting on my pussy right then and that drumming was slipping a finger between my lips every so often. Was it deliberate or not? I couldn't tell. But something had changed.

Suddenly it registered and I swallowed and looked anywhere but at him. He'd pushed his chair back from the desk a little and had unzipped. He had an erection. It was just sticking up under the desk. It didn't look particularly small, either.

Oh great freaking gods above. He really was going to fuck me. I wondered if he'd even bother to wait until the report was finished. Yes, he would. He's the type. He'd read the report right up to the last word, ready to give me a good whack on the bottom if he found a mistake. Only then, mistake or no mistake, he would come for me.

I wanted to scream and run. I also wanted to keep my job. Worst of all, I found I wanted to know what it would be like to have him fuck me. It wasn't as though he was an old man or particularly ugly. He was quite reasonable looking and in the prime of life. When he wanted to apply it he had considerable charisma. What they call an alpha male. 

I couldn't help it. That constant touching was arousing me. I'm quite sure it was deliberate. No-one could tease and rouse a woman that effectively purely by chance. It was all so unfair. I didn't want to be here, flashing my bare bum and waiting ravishment. The fact that it was my own damn fault didn't help either.

"Right," he suddenly said. "That all seems to be OK. It shows that you can do the work if you put your mind to it." 

I'd turned to look at him when he started speaking, my mouth feeling dry. (Unlike my pussy. That was feeling rather wet, damn it.) Mr Wolfe pushed back his chair and stood up and oh, my, god, that was not a small erection, I can assure you.

"With the work out of the way I guess we can now relax a bit," he said.

I promptly decided that I'd relax in a standing position but I didn't get very far.

"No need to stand," he said cheerfully, his hand suddenly feeling a lot heavier. "Just stay just like that."

Then he was moving behind me and I'm like, oh my god, what do I do, what do I do? I knew just what I was going to do. Stay right where I was while he fucked me. I could almost feel him entering me already.

Then it was no longer almost feel him, but actually feel him, as he just came up and pushed straight into me. No foreplay, just bang! and his cock was sliding into me. And as his cock pushed firmly in I pushed just as firmly back against it, helping it home.

"My, my, it seems as though someone has been anticipating this," I was informed as Mr Wolfe held my hips lightly in place, his cock firmly wedged inside me. "I'll try not to disappoint."

One trait that all successful managers seem to have is that they are all energetic men. I suppose that it helps when they're rushing around, grinding underlings under foot. Apparently all that energy helps in other areas, as well.

Mr Wolfe proceeded to give me the most vigorous fuck I've had since forever, I think. Apparently sitting reading a report doesn't drain off much energy. Neither does the drumming of your fingers against a poor girl's privates. So Mr Wolfe was currently brimming with unused energy which he was able to use on me. 

His cock came charging into me, hitting me so hard I was almost bounced off my feet each time he drove in. Fortunately, leaning over a desk with your panties down while your boss plays with your pussy doesn't take much energy either, so I was being pretty energetic myself. I was able to push back hard against him, taking him deep without any trouble. He might have made a tight fit in my passage but I was well lubricated and he was sliding back and forth very nicely.

My problem was that he just didn't stop. He just kept on driving into me, banging hard against me. Thank god the office was empty or everyone would have known what that loud slapping sound was, even without me going "Ah, ah, ah," in time to the pounding I was getting.

I started of excited and aroused and my arousal just kept building. I'd have thought, the way Mr Wolfe was putting all his energy into what he was doing, that he would finish quickly, probably leaving me hanging. No such thing. Apparently he decided he could run a mile at top speed and he was doing his best to prove it.

The excitement within me was too high. I was expecting to blow my lid at any moment, but it just didn't happen. My excited "ah, ah, ah," changed to a desperate, "please, please, please," and still he kept going. How he was stopping me from climaxing I have no idea, but I know he was. 

It seemed to me that I was soon going to be in trouble. (That's assuming that you don't consider being bent over the boss's desk and ravished as already being in trouble.) I had energy and had been demonstrating this fact quite handily in our little clash. What I didn't have was a lot of stamina. I hadn't been going to the gym lately and was not in the condition to run a long race. If things kept going at this rate I was going to collapse from exhaustion before I managed to collapse for an orgasm, and if that happened I would be ropable.

I was gasping and panting quite heavily, wondering if getting a second wind applied to sexual gymnastics. I was ever so relieved when Mr Wolfe spoke up.

"You seem to be running out of steam," he said, sounding quite sympathetic. "Maybe we'd better cut this short."

Cut it short? He'd already been banging me longer than I've ever been fucked before and he considered this was cutting it short? I'd have said something rude but I didn't have the energy.

Then he did something different, a subtle change in the way he was taking me. All of a sudden my excitement started climbing higher real fast. Then he snapped into express mode. I didn't have a chance to match him. I just climaxed, wrapping myself around his cock and hanging on while my climax had free rein. 

Now I had a legitimate excuse to sag down against the desk and I did so, absolutely spent. 

After I had recovered enough to be able to think logically, I had it out with him. I couldn't have him just jumping me like that when he wanted to have sex, and so I told him. I just wasn't in the right sort of condition to handle the sort of sexual gymnastics he seemed to prefer. Would you believe he just pointed out that there was a gym in the building, and suggested that I start using it.



Anticipation



Amy looked at her naked form in the mirror.

"Not too bad", she thought to herself.

At 5 foot 5, blonde hair and after having a child her breasts still remained perky and full. Lost in a world of her own, Amy was surprised to find a hand cupping a breast, thumb and forefinger rolling and gently tugging on a pink, erect nipple. A familiar throbbing was now pulsing between her legs.

"I don't have time for this!" she said, exasperated.

Turning to the dresser, she grabbed a bra and panties, pausing as her hand passed over her vibrator. Frowning, she pushed the drawer closed. Pulling on her panties, her thoughts started to wander again.

"Nick will be here soon", she thought, watching herself in the mirror as she enclosed her breasts in the bra. Smiling, she noticed her erect nipples strain against the silky smooth material.

Looking through her wardrobe, Amy considered what she would wear, discarding one outfit after another.

"Ah, that's it!" pulling a simple white dress out. 

Amy dropped the dress over her head, feeling the cool cotton cascade over her skin. Reaching down she picked up a pair of sandals, slipping them onto her feet.

A final check in the mirror, a quick brush of her hair, a spray of perfume and she was ready.

"Actually, you look awesome, Amy! " she said talking to the image in the mirror and smiling.

Nick impatiently tapped the steering wheel of his car, hating running late.

"Why does this only happen when you are late!!??" he said to himself, staring at the red traffic light in front of him.

Checking the traffic in his mirrors, he catches himself doing another final check. Brown hair going slightly grey at the temple cut short, blue eyes and standing 6 foot 5 with a slim build. He considered himself as "moderately attractive".

The lights change, he turns his attention to the road. Approaching another set of lights, he watches in anguish as it turns from green, to amber, to red. Pulling the car to a stop, he sighed, reaching for his mobile phone, Nick typed a quick message.

"I am running late. Traffic, see you soon" stabbing the send button in frustration.

Sipping on a glass of chilled white wine, Amy looks at her watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"He is late", she thought, "He won't be happy when he gets here."

Hearing her phone beep and vibrate in the kitchen, she wandered in and checked the message.

"I am running late. Traffic, see you soon"

Looking at her watch again, she considered the vibrator in her bedroom.

"NO!!" angry at herself, "You will have the real thing soon enough!"

Walking back to the lounge room, she sat down on the couch and reached for her wine. Her thoughts turned back to the last few months.

The words in the messages between them building anticipation and want...the touches that had electrified the skin...kisses that melted the soul...the love making unrestrained and sensual.

Jolted out of her daydreaming by a knock at the door, she realised she was aroused.

"Oh god, I am soaked!"

Rising and walking to the door Amy tried her best to centre herself.

Opening the door, Nick stood there looking slightly perturbed. Amy felt her knees go weak, desperately hoping Nick hadn't noticed.

"Terribly sorry I am late!"

Stepping towards each other, arms slipped around waists, a passionate kiss was exchanged. Breaking away, Amy did a twirl.

"You like?" she cheekily asked and noticed Nick taking it all in and clearly undressing her with his eyes.

"Very much," he said gulping, "Ready to go?"

"Very much so!" again with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Okay, where to?" Nick asked, "Your choice."

Amy is shocked to see her arm dart out and brazenly grab at the front of Nick's shirt, pulling him close and planting a fervent and ardent kiss on his mouth, her tongue probing for his. Responding Nick pulls her close, one hand dropping to her arse gripping it, the other hand behind her head, holding the kiss.

Pulling away, Amy turns away and held her hand out behind her, she felt his hand grasp hers, fingers entwined. Moving towards the bedroom, she led the way. Reaching the bedroom, facing each other, kisses became passionate and intense.

Amy dropped to her knees and with sure and confident hands she released his hard cock and quickly took it into her mouth. Her tongue swirling patterns over the head, a hand reached between his legs and started toying with his perineum. A groan of pleasure escaped from Nick.

Teasingly she stood and pushed him back onto the bed. Standing before him, watching his cock jerk and twitch, she slipped the sandals from her feet. Seductively, she slowly bunched the dress up, the hemline slowly rising. Just as it reached the top of her legs, she paused locking her eyes onto his. With a final fluid movement, Amy pulled the dress free, letting it fall to the floor.

"You are amazing!" Nick gasped.

"Thank you," Amy replied, "Now strip!"

She watched as he quickly squirms out of his clothes, his hard cock seeming to wave to her. Amy bit her bottom lip and reaching up behind herself she freed her tits from the confines of her bra.

Standing at the end of the bed, Amy looked down at the naked body of her lover, his cock enticing her to come closer. Taking a small hesitant step forward, she stopped herself, a new thought coming to her.

"Pleasure, yourself!"

"What?" replied Nick a little surprised by the force of her voice.

"I want to watch you!" Amy commanded, taken aback by this new feeling of confidence.

Without a further word, Nick wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking up and down. Watching, Amy felt a hand moving across her stomach and down towards her panties. She watched Nick close his eyes and the hand on his cock moving faster. Her fingers slid under the elastic of the panties, over her mound, slid a finger the length of her slit, small surges of pleasure radiating from the touch of her finger. Closing her eyes, she let her finger slide into her waiting pussy. Her other hand reached out, gripping the bed end to steady herself.

Opening her eyes, Amy realised Nick was watching her, his hand still working up and down on his cock. 

"I thought you wanted to watch?"

"I did!"

Taking her hand from between her legs, she slid her panties from her waist. Stepping out of her discarded panties, Amy moved to the side of the bed. Nick knelt in front the object of his desire, hands gliding over her skin. Leaning forward, their lips came together, their kisses lustful and long. Amy felt a hand on the small of her back pulling her close, moving down and stroking her arse. Nick kissed down her neck, Amy let her head drop back, closing her eyes. The brushing of his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck sent waves of desire crashing through her body.

Kissing lower, Nick took an erect nipple into his mouth, sucking it in deep, tongue swirling over the hard point. His hand now gripped her firm arse and pulled her closer to him. Amy felt the hardness of his cock against her, passion in his kisses and touch. She felt herself incredibly wet and wanting. Nick kissed lower, a hand moving up her inner thigh with teasing gentle touches. The hand on her arse massaging, stroking and pulling her closer until their bodies feel like one.

Amy moaned in pleasure, his mouth enclosing the hard nub of her clit, his tongue flicking across it. Her hands held his head to her, wanting his tongue, his fingers toying with her moist slit. Thrusting her hips forward, Amy ground them against Nick's mouth, moans getting louder and more insistent. Taking a deep breath, Amy regained some self-control and pulled Nick up to her face. Kissing him deeply, she tasted her juices in his mouth.

"I want you now!!" she said pulling back and holding his head in her hands.

"Same!" Nick replied as his arms encircled her and pulled her down onto the bed.

Straddling his chest, Amy pushed herself up, marvelling at her lover beneath her. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hair moving through her fingers, brushing over his nipples. Watching his body respond to her touch, knowing every point of contact fired off waves of pleasure in him. Pushing her hips down, she felt his hardness against her pussy.

Leaning down again, Amy fervently kissed her man, wanting every part of him. She felt his hands roaming over her body, touching, teasing.

Amy reached down between her legs and finding his cock, she placed it at the entrance of her hot, moist pussy, guiding the head inside her. Sitting up, Amy took the full length of his cock inside her with one forceful action, throwing her head back and letting out a moan of pleasure. Reaching forward, Amy searched out for his hands, pinning him to the bed.

Their bodies began moving together, hips thrusting and grinding. Nick leaned forward and circled a nipple with his tongue.

"Oh Nick...don't stop!" Amy gasped in pleasure.

Their movements became more urgent. Nick felt her juices covering his cock and balls. Amy felt her pussy contract and pulse, her orgasm building.

"I'm close...so close!" Amy moaned out.

Like a switch being flicked on, the words triggered an explosion inside Amy, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting every nerve in her body. She convulsed on top of Nick, body quivering and shaking. Then she felt it. Jets of hot and sticky cum filling her wet pussy, feeling more waves of pleasure as his cum continued her orgasm.

Releasing Nick from her grasp, Amy laid down against his heaving chest. She could hear his heart pound away. Kissing, bodies still quivering, Amy felt his cock go soft inside her and slide free.

Looking across at Nick, Amy smiled.

"So where are we going for dinner?"



Anticipation



She sits in the chair.

Across the room his hard naked form stands still, quietly waiting, arms folding neatly behind his back, wrapped in long black silk black scarf, the tails trailing across the crease of his firm ass. Across his eyes the blindfold robs him of valuable sight. His form shivering in his personal darkness, the anticipation nearly palpable. Just waiting.

The red ruby liquid swirls around her glass, a trail shimmering in its wake, her soft pink lips lay gently on the rim of the glass, lifting the it by the small slender stem, the sip of wine crosses her lips, taking a sip and surveying his body. The quiet becomes an unnerving noise in the languid moment. No rush of movement or time. Seconds collecting into minutes as she watched him breathe.

"Such a beautiful cock. I love the fact it stands so firm, begging for my touch, wanting my personal attention," she purs into the silence. "Just imagine what it would feel like to have my hands wrapped firmly around it, while my tongue flicks over the soft sensitive tip."

His cock jumps in response to her words, making her smile at his reaction. the rest of his body remained stock still, only the rise and fall of his breath causing the slightest movements

Another sip flows past her soft lips, playing across her tongue. Her eyes closes, savor ing each drop, the light hint of cherry and chocolate melding in a heady taste. Energy dances through the room, each one lost in the thoughts of what could be in the next moment.

In her chair, her own body her responde, the slickness building between her thighs making her restless, as her eyes rake across his body.

"Just think how close I am, my fingers grazing down your chest, pausing to play with those pert, firm nipples. My nails raking against the underside of your balls, continuing up in slow strokes, rubbing across the moisture forming on the tip," her caressing him in a slow hypnotic pace, marveling She at his discipline while spoke and smiling and at his palpable desire.

Slowly she runs a hand up her leg. "If you could see me right now, you could watch my hand caressing my long legs, running across the firm muscles, playing softly on the place behind my knee before disappearing between my thighs."

Running a hand up her leg, the movement the same as she describes. Fingers trail along the soft skin on the calf, across the sensitive spot behind her knee and finally floating a light scrape of her nails across her inner thigh. Her hand continues snaking up her own stomach, grazing the tip of herEach word pert nipple, pinching them she gasp, the lets out an audible moan before continuing to tell him of each move, painting a vivid picture for him.

Each touch of her own hand bringing moans and grasps, as her fingertips worked across her body, bring it to the edge frenzy. The feel of her own tongue across her lips explode the image of his lips crashing down on hers, her laboring breath coming making it harder the speak, as her fingers dipped into her own wetness, teasing the sensitive nub.

He could hear her breath labor, the effort in her voice with each passing moment, pushing his own excitement to the brink, the binding darkness teasing and tantalizing his mind, only to have his body strain in response.

The light clink of the glass scraping across the table shifts his attention, his body on full alert, when her hand suddenly grasps his cock firmly, working it lightly, in long strokes. His breath catches, his entire world focused on the movement of her hand. Softly, her breath runs lightly across his chest, the quick, firm flick of a tongue across the tip of his hardness and quickly disappearing as suddenly as it started. His hips thrust involuntarily toward the place her tongue had appeared seconds before, begging for her attention.

"Stand still," she warns. "Move, and I stop."

"Yes Ma'am," the words force through clenching teeth, his laboring breath echoing in the room.

Her fingers trail down his inner thigh, hands engulfing his length then evaporating into the lightest of touches.

Kisses trail across various parts of his body. Her attention playing across the softness of his balls and the rigidity of his cock. Sometimes quickly, others moments so gently the touch was but a whisper. Each movement undulating between animalistic lust and sensual tenderness, no rhythm or pattern from one to the next.

She could feel her own arousal begin to consume her, faltering her focus and yet she still continues the slow, tortuously pleasurable build between their bodies. His muscles twitch under the strain to stay still, her ministrations becoming almost too much to bear and wonderful he had no desire for them to end.

Each calculated touch takes them both to the edge, without letting either slip into the abyss. Over and over, working them so close, not allowing either one to cross an end to her relentless torture. Dipping her fingers into the wetness streaming between her thighs, she pushes them into his open breathless mouth, her other hand stroking him until his quaking body begs, non-verbally, for release.

She takes them both to the point where her hold over her own body became tenuous, the arousal burning brightly through her body, then ceases all movement, stepping away from him, gasping for breath. Sliding into her chair, she watches as he struggles for control over his raging need, her own need throbbing between her legs

Long minutes pass.

Finally she stands, walking over to him on shaky legs and unties his arms, her touch slowly caress his body, working muscles back into movement. Dropping the blindfold softly against his shoulder, she watches his eyes flutter open in the soft ambient light. His control return with considerable effort, barely holding the reigns over his palpable hunger and desire, as his muscles ripple under his golden brown skin.

Breathing deeply, she looks up at him, smiling. "Mmmmm...that was so very nice."

His hunger eyes rake across her sensuous form, the clothing causing no hindrance in his mind to her nakedness beneath.

"Now get dressed boy. It's time for dinner. We will continue these games in a bit," she finally says.

Smiling, she revels in the feel of his eyes devouring every inch of her body as she saunters across the room, bending seductively over the chair and reaching for her glass

Sitting down in her chair, she watches his naked form standing, from across the room. Each movement an attempt to gain control

Swirling the red liquid, taking a small sip, she surveys his hard, firm body. The languid moments waltzing through the room with no rush of movement or time. Each breath and heartbeat hers to enjoy and she smiles. Just waiting.



Anticipation



I glance at my watch again, desperate for the hands to move faster. Two more minutes and I'll be on my lunch break.

I work in one of the many little industrial units that surround the town, picking and packing samples and branded gifts for drug reps to give to doctors. It's dull, monotonous work, but it pays the bills and it lets me think my thoughts instead of making me think whatever my employer wants. I've had some great ideas while at work. I've earned more from ideas I've had in this place than I have for doing what they pay me for. It's rather nice really.

One minute.

I call it a second job, but it's a hobby that pays me really - painting the things I see when my mind wanders. Some artists use drugs to get to this state. I use boredom.

A bell sounds on the far side of the unit - it's finally lunchtime. As fast as I can, I head for the stairs that lead up to the locker rooms and kitchen. I hate lunches here. The men only talk about football or breasts and the women only talk about children, arses or which celebrity has gained or lost weight. It's all so... stereotypical. I just want to sit here and think or draw, but no-one ever lets me. No matter how often we prove we have nothing in common.

All I want to think about is my Mistress.

It's been a little over two weeks since she last summoned me, and I'm desperate to see her, to please her. Two weeks since I've had a text message telling me she wants me. I've been desperate to cum, but I've been behaving myself as best I can. I mean, no-one can blame me for waking up with my hand where it shouldn't be, can they? I've been so horny I even tied my right hand to the bedhead last night so it couldn't stray.

I open my locker and fish out my phone. Six new messages. My heart rate leaps. The first three are alerts from Twitter which I automatically delete without reading. The fourth one is from Vodafone telling me my bill is ready. I have no idea what the sixth one is because the fifth one grabs my libido and pulls.

"Pet, come here tonight. I'll be back late. Let yourself in, prepare and present yourself for me."

Oh, she wants me. She wants me tonight. I smile a contented smile and feel like I'm twenty pounds lighter.

I pull my coat on and head downstairs and out into the loading yard. It's cold out here but I need some privacy. I'm out by my car before I realise that I'm breaking a rule. The factory gets so cold in winter that I often wear a full thermal base layer under my clothes, a jacket, fingerless gloves and an itchy woolen hat. It's spring now, but it's still a long way from warm, which is why it was wonderfully mean of my Mistress to restrict me to two items of clothing. I'm getting used to feeling the rough fabric between my legs and the constant rubbing of cotton on my nipples. My nipples that seemed to spend the entire of the last two weeks erect and tantalisingly tender.

I lock my jacket in the boot of my car and dial the number for the beauty parlour on the road between my house and Mistress's. They close at five but my Mistress knows Michelle, the owner, and she agrees to give me one of the special after-hours appointments she saves for friends.

There's a traditional greasy spoon type cafe in one of the nearby units. I get myself some lunch, but have no recollection of eating it. I'm already fantasising about this evening. It's not the night that's on my mind - I've never been able to predict what she'll do to me, with me - its the sight of her. It's knowing that when it's over I'll get to look into her eyes and see her love for me. It's knowing that she'll rub cream into any bits of me that are sore and then let me climb into her bed to be protected from the world by her arms.

I spend the afternoon distracted, thinking about other times she's summoned me. I spend way too long thinking about the time she led me around the woods wearing nothing but my collar and a blindfold, or the time she made me serve guests drinks wearing nothing but a very short french maid's outfit. And, of course, the first time I went to Michelle's parlour and became my Mistress's Pet for the first time.

The evening in the woods regularly plays through my mind when she lets me masturbate. It had been a glorious hour completely naked in the summer twilight, unable to see and trusting my Mistress implicitly. I was exposed for anyone to see yet (as far as I know) no-one did, and without a single erotic touch to my body from anyone, including myself. I was a puddle by the time my Mistress got me to her bedroom.

The party had me away from public gaze, but on full display to all her guests. Mistress loves that tiny maid's outfit, and (before I became her Pet) I'd been to several dinner parties where it had been worn by others. It's little more than an apron with a gesture towards a frilly skirt and lacy underskirts, and it humiliates male and female pets alike. Women find themselves pulling the garment up and down at the same time, trying and failing to cover their breasts and cunt at the same time. Men generally try and hide their cock, despite it holding the fabric up like it's inviting people to join it under the lace. I knew better than to try and be modest and spent a lot of the night with hands touching me, groping me, or slipping between my legs.

Tonight could be anything, and I spent a good part of the afternoon daydreaming.

I kept finding myself leaning on the banding machine. If I leant just so, I could send a very low but interesting vibration through my pelvis. Just there and I could make the crotch of my jeans vibrate in a very interesting way. It's difficult staying focused. It doesn't help that every time I lifted a loaded box, I felt the nipple piercings she got me, the smooth barbells somehow catching on my thick work shirt, teasing my nipples.

Five thirty finally arrives about 3 hours later than it should do, and I have to stop in the locker room for a few minutes to compose myself before I get ready to leave.

The beauty parlour is locked when I arrive, so I have to ring the bell and wait for Michelle to let me in. It's colder now than before and my nipples are firmly erect by the time she opens the door and waves me through to the changing rooms.

I place my clothes in the locker and head towards the sauna. Half an hour in a sauna and hair waxes off so much more cleanly than if you go into it cold, so my Mistress insists I spend time in there.

I'm used to being here alone so I'm slightly surprised to see a middle aged woman already in there. Michelle knows my routine, so she must be okay with it, but the woman is clearly surprised by my brazen nakedness, and pulls her towel tighter around her like its a shield against infectious nudity. The scandinavians have this right - saunas should be done naked, regardless of one's Mistress.

We make predictable small talk and she manages to stare intently at everything in the sauna that isn't me. I can tell she wants to ask me why I'm naked almost as much as I want to ask her why she's wearing that stupid towel.

I can feel myself relaxing, my muscles unwinding in the heat and my mind slowly dropping toward submission.

The sauna door opens, and Michelle enters with a ludicrously thick robe. She gestures for me to stand, wraps me in the robe, and leads me out into the relative cool of a treatment room. I always see Michelle when I come here for my 'preparations' and we both know the routine by heart.

We go through the formalities of agreeing that I'm in for "the usual" and she gets to work, smearing hot wax on my flesh and yanking the hairs out en-mass. I'm to be hairless from the neck down, so she has a lot of work to do in short order.

Not for the first time, I'm glad that Michelle and my Mistress have some kind of arrangement that makes this free for me. I've tried waxing myself in the past, before my Mistress, but I'm too much of a wimp. I keep hesitating before each peel of wax, no doubt making it worse for myself.

If I'm honest, I also get incredibly turned on by the pain - those thousands of tiny assaults doing something incredible to my mind. I end up getting so distracted that I end up missing bits. If I come here I can let myself dip into submission and keep my body under control.

Not that I don't replay the events in my mind later on. Michelle is what people currently call "curvy" and she's taken the opportunity to choose a uniform that emphasises her shape beautifully - much more so than any of her employees. Despite this, by the time I get to reminisce Michelle has almost always managed to lose her clothes and it forced to work naked. The pain coupled with the thought of her breasts 'accidentally' brushing my skin. Oh... it's enough to drive a submissive pet mad.

I'm getting distracted again...

Anyway, when I say "hairless from the neck down", I mean it. My mistress insists that I'm completely denuded. No hair is too soft and downy to be excused, and Michelle sets about covering every inch of me, from my fingertips to my toes. My freshly roasted sauna-pink skin is soon cherry red from her work, and I can feel pressure building inside me as her routine leads her to her final step - my crotch. I know that my body isn't betraying my arousal, but I also know that she will take a disproportionate amount of time on such a small area, enjoying my embarrassment, touching me in intimate ways as she pulls my skin tight.

Sometimes I hate the fact that Michelle and my Mistress know each other.

When we are finally done, she rubs some soothing lotion into my skin - again spending a tiny bit longer than needed on my crotch - and leads me into a cooler room where I'm to get a manicure and pedicure.

Sat there, waiting for me, is an assistant I've not seen before. She's in her early twenties and is possibly one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She's very similar to Michelle in appearance, but with longer hair and a slightly smaller bust. As my eyes flick from her waist back to her eyes, I catch her smile and I'm suddenly incredibly aware of my nakedness. My face goes the same colour as the rest of me as I realise that she will be doing my pedicure, kneeling at my feet. Why did I let my Mistress switch me from dominant to submissive?

The new girl keeps looking up to talk to me, her eyes stopping every so briefly on my crotch, and I can feel my arousal start to build. I try to think about anything but her red lipstick or the curves of her uniform, but it's not working. Every time I think I've managed to get her back out of my mind, I catch a hint of a subtle floral citrusy perfume she's wearing, or hear her laugh softly at something Michelle has said. And every time she laughs, I see her breasts pulling at her uniform, and wonder just how they would look if she was as naked as I am.

Eventually, the girl tidies away her tools and wishes me a good evening, brushing her leg against mine as she leaves us. Michelle raises her eyebrows at her in amusement, and returns to finishing my French manicure. It's a look I love, but so rarely manage to pull off since neither my work nor my hobbies exactly lend themselves to good nail care. Besides, I'm a biter.

When she's done, she sends me back off to the locker room and I have a quick, cold, shower. The urge to play with myself, to enjoy this arousal lurking just below the surface, is immense but I know that my Mistress will want to give me, or deny me, my first orgasm in days.

I dry myself quickly and pull my clothes back over my body. They feel so wonderfully different against my sore hairless skin that I can't resist pinching and twisting the bar in my right nipple. Oh, how I want my Mistress to have me. To have me as her pet, her plaything, her cherished possession. Her thing to tease, torture, or love as she sees fit.

The new girl is stood at the counter when I leave. I know that to be properly 'presented' for my Mistress, I need to be wearing lipstick so I ask the girl to recommend one of the myriad they have on offer. She takes a strange delight in recommending the brightest pink they have. I pay her with my own money - Mistress doesn't pay for things like that - and find myself glancing down the top of her uniform as she gets me my change.

As I drive from the parlour to my Mistress's house, I force thoughts of Michelle and the girl from my mind and I focus more and more on my Mistress. I wonder how she will treat me. I wonder what she will be wearing, and what her clothing means. Will she be dressed normally, so she can take me out? Will she be naked but for her heels, a sign that I'm going to be worshipping her? Will she be wearing the corset that so often means that I'm going to be exploring the fine line between pleasure and pain?

As she promised, her car is missing from the driveway when I arrive. I press the garage door remote, and park the car in the large, empty, double garage. That, at least, is a hint of the evening to come. Apart from my car, the only things that ever live in this bare concrete box are a selection of large pieces of bondage furniture. There's no wooden cross, horse, or suspension harness on show, so I'm probably not going to be seeing any of those tonight.

While the small electric motor is still lowering the garage door, I strip naked and lock my clothes in the car.

Pets aren't allowed to have keys to Mistress's house. Instead, I have to enter through the garage and the connecting door, making me work my way from a cluttered mud room to the utility room, to the kitchen, and finally the living room. It's a reminder, she tells me, of my place in things.

On the coffee table are a collection of toys, and I understand that they were to be part of my presentation.

The nipple chain she has for me doesn't pinch my nipples, but hangs from magnets that grab onto the bars through my nipples. The chain is heavy enough, but she's also left a pair of weights to attach to them.

The collar is an old friend, old soft wide leather that fits snugly around my neck, with a pair of D-rings at the back and a single shiny ring at the front. I tighten it as much as I dare, then loosen it by a single notch to let it move around my neck. I know that my Mistress will tighten it if she needs, but she's unlikely to loosen it without me resorting to a safe word - something I've never felt the need to do with her.

Next is a ball gag, so I go to the large mirror above the fireplace and watch myself inexpertly applying my lipstick. Unlike any ball gag I've seen before, this is a smooth stone egg shape that fills my mouth and holds my tongue down. It's also delightfully cold in my mouth, especially when my Mistress dribbles water round the sides of it during a long play session. I have to be careful not to smudge my lipstick as I slide the gag into place, then fasten the thin leather strap behind my head.

I pause for a moment and look at myself in the mirror, enjoying what I see, and hoping my Mistress will too.

Next are thigh cuffs - wide leather straps that connect my thighs to my calves when kneeling in a suitably submissive pose. I return to the middle of the room and kneel facing the door. Toes pointing straight behind me, I use the first strap to bind my left thigh to my left calf, then the other to bind my right thigh to my right calf. I shuffle my knees apart so that my Mistress has easy access to my crotch, and try to find a position that I can hold for some time without too much discomfort.

The last two items will seal my fate.

The first is a leather blindfold with a beautifully soft padded silk back that I can bind surprisingly tightly without discomfort. The padding protects my eyes, but it also blocks out any hints of light much more completely than any other blindfold I've used.

The last step I have to do blind, but it's a fiendish toy I've used many times before. It's a plank of old hardwood with straps that bind my wrists to my elbows is a pose that makes me think of a toddler having a strop. The beautiful thing is that a collection of powerful magnets hold the straps tight, making it something I can do single handed. With practice, I've learnt to do it behind my back, so that it forces my shoulders back and my chest out.

As the last magnet closes with a soft metallic 'chink', I feel myself try and smile through the ball gag. The pressure on my shoulders is wonderful already, and I realise it's all gone calm and tranquil inside my head.

I test my work. The straps are tight and ungiving on my arms - it will take my Mistress's dexterous touch to slide the magnets against each other to make them release. My legs are tight enough that I can do little more that shuffle on the spot. My nipples ache delightfully, and the gag, collar and hood are all restricting me perfectly.

Now, I wait.

As time passes, I become aware of the clock my Mistress has on the mantlepiece. She bought it specifically for its tick - a solid mechanical noise that penetrates my bondage and reminds me of the steady progression of time. Despite this, I have no idea how long I stay kneeling there. My knees claim I've been here for half an hour. My shoulders swear it has been longer.

Finally I hear a key in the lock and I feel a gust of cool air blow over my smooth skin. I can sense movement in front of me.

Then silence. Stillness.

The faint smell of well looked after leather, and a delicate perfume that I half recognise.

The cold leather of a pointed shoe runs slowly up my thigh and nestles gently in my crotch. I breathe out, letting the last of my day drift away.

More silence.

I shiver in anticipation.

Finally, my Mistress speaks.

"What do you think of my Pet?"

She's answered by a soft laugh.

Suddenly I realise where I recognise that perfume from...



Anticipation



Author's note

Thanks for reading. This is my first attempt at posting.

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It's late Friday night, and I've just gotten through eating with friends. The anticipation of meeting you later causing butterflies in my stomach, and me to be entirely too impatient during our meal. I call you as I get closer to the outside of your building, and you meet me at the door and escort me up to you apartment. I haven't said a word, because I'm too nervous. I've seen you naked, but this is the first time that I see you in person. You lean over an ask me if I'm wet, and I'm a little flustered, but you get a kick out of it, especially when I mumble "yes". As we walk into your place, I try and slip some sense of normalcy back into the conversation, I know I'm there to fuck you, but still...And then you lead me in, and back to your bedroom, where you cut on a light, and shut the door.

Things start normally, I sit on your bed, and you sit next me, and we start to kiss. Things begin getting hotter, and my top comes off, finally giving you a chance to be with the breasts you've been admiring for these past few days. You kiss and suck on them, turning me on, causing me to thrust them more into your mouth. You begin to undo my pants, sliding them down my legs, baring my skin and my wet shaved pussy for you. You slip your finger past my thong, and dip it in so you can see for yourself how wet I am for you. Pleased with your find you begin to kiss my neck, exploiting my weakness and driving me wild while you finger me, hitting my G-spot. Using your other hand you pin my hands above my head, while continuing to finger fuck my pussy and kissing me. 

Suddenly, your finger leaves my cunt, and me in my disorientation don't realise what you're doing, as you quickly bind my hands above me to your bed. Leaving me in a state of total surrender. I then realise that you are still dressed as you begin to slide your way down my body, between my legs, to settle your mouth right at the apex of my pussy.

You begin by teasing me, lightly kissing and licking all around it, while avoiding what I want you to touch so badly. Every so often lightly your nose touches it, and I squirm a little to get it closer beginning for your attention. "Please," I say. "Please Justin!" You merely smile, and lightly flick your tongue across my clit, making me shudder, while you slide two fingers into my pussy to push at my g-spot. "More," I scream, "I need more. Don't stop, please don't stop." I get closer and closer to the edge, and you continue lightly licking me, driving me while, and then orgasm begins to shake my body, as I moan, doing my best not to scream to loudly.

"Now, it's time for you to suck me...

You undo you pants and push them down along with your boxers. I begin to lick my lips as I see your member come forth, you being semi hard from licking at my pussy. You take off your shirt and move forth touching the tip of your cock to my lips. My tongue instinctively goes out to lightly taste it, watching as you shiver a little from it. I smile as you begin to push your way past my lips, sliding your cock into my mouth. I try to break my hands free of their bonds as you begin to fuck my face. I swirl my tongue around your dick, and you moan and pull back from my face before plunging back in at a voracious speed.

While pounding my mouth with your rock hard cock, you free my hands from their bindings, unaware of what I now have planned. Using momentum I flip you on your back on so that we've now switched positions, and your shock, I've taken the bindings and bound you in the same position you just had me.

"See the problem is you're just much to use to getting your way, so demanding. You shouldn't torture Justin, because you're just asking to be tortured right back." I start by lightly licking your cock all over, just using the tip of my tongue. I watch as you begin to breathe deeper, enjoying how my teasing is affecting you. Slowly I lick just the head of your cock, then take it in my mouth....

Greedily, I take your cock in my mouth and suck on it, up and down I pump it in my mouth. Sucking and licking, watching you from my position, enjoying the way you buck and groan under the assault of my mouth. I pull back a little, lightening the touch of my tongue, you plead for more. I take you back in my mouth, licking you all over, making sure you're good and wet, and then I stop to scoot up your body. "What are you doing," you ask. I just smile, and wrap my tits around your cock.

You enjoy the sensation so much, of my breasts sliding up and down your cock. It begins to send you over the edge, "I'm coming," you groan out. I quickly place my mouth back over your cock, sucking and sucking until I feel your semen spurt into my mouth. I take it all and swallow it, enjoying every last drop.

Fully rested, and ready for more, I release you from your restraints knowing you'll make me pay for tying you up like that and teasing you. You roughly pull me to you, and bend me over. I feel your cock growing harder against my ass. You rub the tip of it against my bare pussy, against my clit. "Please," I beg. "I need your cock in me," yet you continue to tease me as it gets harder and harder. Then slowly I feel you begin to enter me, teasing me, barely inserting the head of your dick into my tight pussy. Slowly, my pussy taking in your cock.

Once all the way in, you stay for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my pussy wrapped around you, and then you begin to pump into me. Slow, at first, but hard. Moving faster, and just fucking me, I begin to moan. "Oh god," I scream, enjoying the friction of you hitting my G-Spot. "More, please more, don't stop!" You fuck harder and harder, ignoring my pleas, it feels so good, I can't think straight, and then I cum, my whole body shaking with tremors, my pussy tightening around your cock.

I collapse onto the bed, unable to take the unbelievable orgasm that has gripped me, when you stop, pull out and flip me over. You're still hard cock is there staring at me. "Take all of it in you," you say. "I want every last inch between those lips."

You push it into my mouth, and I take your cock as deep as I can. You groan a little each time the tip touches the back of my throat. Loving every second of it. Faster and faster, harder and harder, you fuck my mouth and I'm loving every second of it. I've never tasted cock so good in my life. 

Just as I feel you about to cum, you pull your cock out of my mouth and grab my hand to wrap it around your dick. "Stroke it for me, I want to see my cum on your chest, all over those gorgeous breasts." And finally as I stroke you nice and hard, I see your cum beginning to squirt onto my chest. It looks so good, I begin to stroke you harder until I have completely milk you. You take your cock out of my hand and sit back on the bed, exhausted.



Anticipation



The pads of my fingertips run down the grain of the dark wood door, across the flaking paint, and back down to the handle. I've hesitated long enough, taking a deep breath, I go in. 

The cabin is open plan, the bedroom, living room and kitchen all in one large but divided room. I expected him to be here. We agreed that I should enter the cabin where he would be waiting, look into his eyes, smile, and get immediately onto my knees and take him deep into my mouth. All without exchanging a single word. That was the plan. 

But it is empty, he isn't here. On the coffee table there is a bucket with chilled champagne, and a hand written note 'relax, take a glass of bubbles into the bathroom, I've run a bath for you'. He knows me well, he knows my nerves are on edge and he wants nothing to spoil tonight. I pour a glass, drink thirstily for a second, then look for the only door in the place which must be the bathroom. The steam hits me first, then the fragrance, citrus and mint. I strip off and sink into the hot water, my fears ebbing away as I relax. I'm ready for this. I have been preparing all week; manicure, pedicure, waxing every inch that can be waxed. Smooth, fresh and clean, just as he asked. 

I hear the front door click open, and some rustling and general moving around. He is here. So who is he? He is my master, my first master, and I am his first submissive. We met by chance, when he was in town on business. The chemistry sizzled, we swapped numbers, and several weeks later, here we are. Distance kept us from seeing each other in the flesh until now. I have shared so much with him, all my deep, dark sexual fantasies. I feel the most vulnerable and the most excited I've ever been. We have never even kissed, but every time he crosses my mind my body aches for him.

Towelling myself dry I spy lingerie hanging on the back of the door, a baby doll, stockings, and a blindfold. The note says 'put this on, knock when you're ready. The blindfold MUST be on.' I do as I've been told, and knock twice on the door. It opens immediately, he's been waiting. He takes my hand and leads me into the living space. Perching me at the end of what must be the bed, and he binds my hands behind my back. I hear the crackle of the open fire. He still hasn't said a word. He lifts my left leg and kisses it all the way up to my thigh, then the same on the right. I part my legs to show him what I want, but he playfully slaps me on the knee, letting me know he's in control. 

His hands move to my breast, pulling the baby doll down roughly, fondling hungrily. I hear his breathing now, it's getting heavier. He's getting rougher, pinching, twisting, kneading, and then gentle, his tongue lapping at my nipple, electricity shooting through me, before sucking gently, caressing softly, nibbling and squeezing again. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, I need him inside me, I need to touch him. I feel him really close on my right hand side, like he's kneeling on the bed next to me, then something brushes my lips. There's a little wetness, I lick my lips, I know that taste, a tiny drop of his precum brushed my lips. I open my mouth, I want more. Nothing happens. 

Next a hand is touching my slit, slipping gently up and down my wet and swollen lips. He moans when he feels how wet I am, how desperate for him I am. Up and down his fingers tease me, from my clit to my ass, exploring me. I tilt my hips into his fingers hungry for more, and then he takes them away. He's driving me crazy. 

Now he's kissing my neck, I whisper 'baby please', 'baby please', and he pauses for just a second, before moving on to torture me some other way. I jump at the feel of an ice cube being trailed across my collarbone, the melting water dripping down onto my breasts. My head tips back, my senses are so alive. I struggle to free my hands to no avail, 'master, please, I want you'.

Now he kisses me, his lips brushing mine gently for a only second. I tingle, every cell in my body wants this man. His hands cup my face, brush across my cheeks, breathing into me, before he kisses me again, this time deeply, his tongue slipping past my lips. 

He stops kissing me, as his hand moves back down, slips under my thong, parts my lips and slips a finger inside. I gasp. I'm so incredibly wet, I'm almost ashamed of the squelch my body makes, until I hear him gasp too. He thrusts his finger into me, reaching deep into me. I feel a second finger now, my body opening to him, pulling his fingers in. It feels so good. Then he takes his fingers away, moves my thong back, and is gone again. I hear him lick his fingers, making noises like he is enjoying the taste of my juices. 'Baby, please, I need you inside me, I need to feel you, I need you to fuck me'.

Then there is a pause, an unbearable silence, where all I can hear is my own quickened breath, my racing pulse, I hear him breathing, I think I can feel his eyes on me. I squirm, my body aching for him, aching for him to take me, make me his. I could explode with lust right now.

Again something brushes my lips, my tongue laps instinctively, searching hungrily. I find his fingers, and I taste what must be the last of my own juices. He is making me absolutely crazy. He rests his fingers on my bottom lip, pulling my lips slightly apart, my tongue naturally reaches out, and I find his cock again. I lap hungrily at the head, I hear a groan. He pauses, but doesn't move away, and then pushes himself into my mouth, slowly, deliberately, deep. I swirl my tongue around him, loving every second, moaning onto his shaft, grateful to feel him. He holds my head, thrusts into my mouth a couple of times, but then pulls out and is gone. I'm mad with lust now. My body so near orgasm just from the thought of him.

'Get on all fours' he commands as he unties my wrists. I scamper up onto the bed and get in position, shaking with excitement. He pulls my thong to one side and laps at my lips, teasing my clit, fucking me with his tongue. I moan with pleasure, so much pleasure, never wanting him to stop. He keeps lapping hungrily, expertly. His fingers joining in, teasing me, driving me absolutely wild. We chose this cabin so I could be loud, so I could moan and scream his name as much as I wanted. The more I moan, the more he explores. He explores every inch, from my clit to my puckered hole. I've never been licked there before, it feels so naughty, but it feels good. I feel the hair from his beard brush against my freshly waxed lips, and can't help but imagine all my juices clinging to his face, and I grin. 

His fingers move up now, searching for entry into my ass. I feel myself yield a bit, pushing myself back into his finger. I want this. He works his finger in slowly, then back out slowly, and in again, and out again. 'That's it baby, I want you there'. Then he pulls his finger almost all the way out, and something harder replaces it, and I realise he's pushing a plug in me. It slips in slowly, my body adjusting to it bit by bit. Once it's all the way in, he kisses me tenderly on my ass cheeks, before he grabs my hips firmly, and his rock hard cock enters me with one swift thrust. 

We both gasp together, he feels so good, filling me completely. He starts thrusting, like an animal, and I realise he's been driving himself crazy with all that teasing too. We're both thrusting into each other, desperate, sweaty, not caring about anything but this moment. 'Fuck me master, fuck me'. He starts teasing my clit again, his breath gets deeper, and before long we are both on the edge. 'I want us to cum together baby, are you ready' he says, 'yes' is all I can manage to say, as I let my climax take me, wave after wave, crazy intense, my walls squeezing every drop of juice from him. He collapses into me, temporarily spent. I feel the sweat on his skin, the hair on his chest against my back, his breathing in my ear, and smell the scent of our combined juices in the air. He pulls out of me, our warm juices dripping down my thighs, and I love that feeling.

He takes my blindfold off and I see him naked for the first time. I look in his eyes, see that naughty glint, run my fingers through his chest hair, down to his hips, his thighs, his calves, and back up again. I start to kiss him all over, gentle barely there kisses, starting at his feet, working my way up. When I reach his face I look at him, smiling, for just a second, before stealing a kiss. He responds, kissing me passionately, before telling me off, he's in charge. He spanks me lightly on the ass, and pushes my head down to his cock. I'm amazed, he's getting hard again. I look up at him, to be sure this is his command, and he nods. I position myself between his legs so I can watch him watching me. I start at the base, licking the underneath in one sure stroke, and at the head I swirl my tongue round, before taking him into my warm, wet mouth. His eyes roll back a little, and he gasps. I gently massage his balls, running my nails very gently up his inner thighs, taking him a tiny bit deeper each time. Using my hand and mouth he is very quickly hard again, and I'm throbbing again at the thought.

'I need more' he commands. He pushes me so I'm lying down now, head over the edge of the bed. I reach for the lube on the bedside table, get my finger nice and wet, and search for his hole. I know when I find it, he gasps just a little. He positions his cock on my lips, looks down, gives me an amazing naughty grin, and I open up for him. My fingers find a way into him as he starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth as I massage his prostate. Thrusting hard and fast at first, I struggle with his size, gagging a little, so he begins to slow right down, he's still going deep, still touching the back of my throat with each thrust. But now its so sensual, so controlled, sliding his cock in super slowly, feeling his balls against my chin, sliding back out super slowly. I imagine his view, seeing him disappear completely into me, my throat adjusting, trying to swallow him. His hands find my breasts as he continues to fuck my mouth so slowly, so deeply. I try not to gag, knowing he is loving this, desperate to please him. 'Make yourself cum' he commands. I do as I'm told, circling and flicking my clit, knowing he's enjoying the show. 

It doesn't take long before his breathing starts to change, he's getting close. He pulls out of me and motions for me to kneel in front of him. I kneel, looking up at him as he strokes himself above me, still playing with myself. I open my mouth, desperate to finally taste him. 'Can I come master' I beg. He nods, and watches my orgasm; my eyes roll back, my cheeks flush. He gives me just a second to refocus, waiting till he sees my gaze return to him, and then he lets out a deep guttural groan, and I feel his hot cum splashing across my cheek, my chin, my lips, my forehead, and finally he plunges into my mouth, a final jet of cum slipping down the back of my throat. 

He stays in my mouth like that for a few moments, then pulls out again. I gaze up at him, a cheeky grin erupting across my face. Kneeling in front of him, covered in his juices, I am totally his, he owns me. I lick my lips, catching the cum that's dripping down my chin and neck with my fingers and lick them clean. I run my fingers across my cum covered face and lick them too. I want every drop. 

This is only the start of our night together ... I have promised him my virgin ass.



Anticipation



It had been four long months since I had last come apart under his tongue. We both had other responsibilities, other places to be, other people to please. The long wait was erotic water torture. Each day another steady drip of cold pain on my clit. I touched myself, I loved my husband, I grew a little more restless.

Four months, a long wait for a few, short hours. Anticipation. I held myself very still as he inserted the key into the door. My body was drawn tight, my pussy already slick. The door spilled open and I quickly slid through it.

He was already shrugging off his suit coat as the door closed. I didn't wait for him, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss. He met me, his tongue opening my lips and sweeping against mine. I groaned and pulled back, "Sit down." I pushed him towards the only chair in the room. He grinned and dropped, snatching at my hips and drawing me towards him. I laughed, pulling back. I turned my back to him, unzipping my dress. I took my time, smiling over my shoulder. I had him for an entire night. And the anticipation was delicious.

I straddled him, grabbed his hands, placed them on the armrests. I leaned forward, nipped his earlobe. "I want you to sit right here. Don't touch me. Don't move." He dropped his head back, looked at me with wide blue eyes. He said nothing but he carefully didn't move.

"Do you know what this long wait does to me?" I spoke quietly, trying to inject seduction into my voice. "Do you know how often I think of you? How many times I slide my fingers into my cunt and I'm wet just at the thought of your eyes on my body?" I reached down, unzipped his pants, my hand sliding to his warm, hard cock. He groaned, thrust his cock against my hand. I loved this, the power he gave me, how vocal he was.

"And the other things." I sipped at his neck, kissing, licking, sucking. "The other things I fantasize about. The fantasies you can only ask of someone you trust." I moved back to his ear, rocked my hips sensuously against him. "Are you someone I can trust? Can I trust you with my fantasies?"

His long fingers curled around my breast. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger using the material of my shirt to caress me. "Every one, baby. Whatever you want."

I arched to his touch. "I want you to blindfold me, tie my hands behind my back. Put me on my knees and let me suck your cock. I want to taste your hot cum down my throat. Tie me to the bed. Use that wicked tongue. Tease me, torment me. Don't tip me over the edge. Make me beg for my orgasm. Make me beg for your cock. Turn me over and put my ass in the air. Plug my ass with a toy and spank me. Give me that little fission of heat, the small tingle of pain to go with my pleasure. Give me everything, don't hold back. Tonight, just for you, I want to be your obedient kitten. I'm yours to command. Tell me in erotic, explicit detail what you want from me."

I slid off his lap, to my knees. He lifted his hips and I slid his pants away. He put his hands in my hair, guided my mouth to his cock. "Suck my cock, dirty girl. I like you like this, on your knees, lips wrapped around my dick. Yeah, all the way." He rolled his hips, fucked his cock into my mouth. I hummed with pleasure. "I need you, baby." His hands tightened, giving my hair a sexy, tug, pressing his cock a little deeper. I took it, loved it, I sucked steadily, flickered my tongue along his shaft. He groaned. "Hang on, baby, I have to..." his voice trailed off. I looked up and his face was twisted with erotic pain. His grip on my hair tightened and he guided my mouth in short, fast strokes. He arched and his hips began to fuck in a steady rhythm. I stroked my tongue faster. He was panting, perspiration beginning to bead, his rhythm roughened as his control began to slip. "Ah, baby. I'm gonna cum. Your mouth is so good." I sucked harder, his hips bucked and he splashed his orgasm into my throat. I swallowed carefully, letting it stroke against his cock, he flinched with pleasure.

He stood. I kneeled back, looking up at him. He stripped his shirt, totally nude. He grabbed my elbows, lifted me up. I stood readily. "Out of the clothes," he snapped. I slid my bra off as his fingers hooked into my panties and drew them quickly down my body. That fast, his fingers were inside me. My pussy was saturated, the bare folds already shiny. "I love this pussy. I'm going to lick every inch of you." I knew from past experience that it wasn't an idle threat. "Lie down on the bed, baby." I followed instructions. He pressed first one arm and then the other, drawing my hands over my head. He produced his tie from somewhere behind him. Without a word, he lashed me to the bed. I was creaming with anticipation. He slid down my body. He opened my thighs, settled my legs over his shoulders. I started to reach for his head but the restraints stopped me. He chuckled, opened me with his fingers and took my cunt in one long, slow stroke of his tongue. I opened my mouth and sucked in air, trying not to scream. His tongue teased my clit. He slid into my saturated folds and circled his tongue around my entrance. I lifted my hips, trying to press his deeper. He grabbed my ass, holding me to his mouth and fucking me with his tongue. A small noise escaped my mouth. He pulled back.

I tried to reach for him, found my hands drawn up short again. His hands slid up to my breasts, cupping me, caressing me. His hand lifted and landed with a small sting on my nipple. I arched into the small blow, loving the heat that blossomed. "No orgasm for you yet," he whispered wickedly. "Remember, sweetheart? You want me to tease you. You want to beg for my cock."

I swallowed, tossed my head, said nothing. He laughed. His head dipped again and his tongue returned to my cunt. I tried to hold myself still. Tried not to buck against his clever mouth. Tried not to show how close my orgasm was. My hips strained, I felt an anticipatory pulse in my pussy. He drew back again and I tried not to scream in disappointment.

This time it was his mouth at my nipple. His teeth scraping against the hard pebbles, pulling gently as I moaned. I couldn't control my responses. My hips rocked into the air in a silent plea and his mouth stayed at my nipple. My thighs were wet with my own arousal.

His tongue returned to my clit and I felt the flush beginning to rise. He looked up at my face, drew back, and landed a small blow on my clit. I flinched with surprise and his hand landed squarely on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I gave a quiet wail, aware of the flimsy walls in the hotel. He hand dropped again. My hips lifted. His mouth returned to my clit and suckled. I was on fire, I was losing track of myself, only aware of his mouth on my cunt. He looked at me again and smiled darkly. "Are you ready to beg yet?"

I looked away. And then gasped as he penetrated me with two fingers. He began to thrust, I rode his hand as his fingers fucked into me. I wanted to scream. He stopped. Held himself still. I tried to slide my hips and he grabbed me with his other hand, holding me in place. "Would you like to beg for my cock yet, baby? Do you want to feel me fucking that pretty pussy? You want to come all over my cock? Do you, baby? All you have to do is ask."

I gasped as his fingers drove me higher. I struggled to free my voice. Struggled not to scream. "Please."

"What was that, sweetheart? I couldn't quite hear you."

"Please!" I gasped out again.

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you need."

I moaned, threw my hips up. "You! I need you. I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me come. Oh God, please let me come."

His fingers withdrew and I almost cried at the lost. But then I felt his cock lodging at the entrance to my body. He held himself, stroked my clit with his hard cock. He teased me, slid a bare inch into me and then drew back. Did it again. I was trying to slide him deeper but he wouldn't let me.

"Ask, baby, don't take."

I moaned again. "Oh God, please fuck me. Please. Deep, hard." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he shafted deep into my cunt. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. Hard, fast, deep, he was pounding into me. My pussy tightened. "Please! Please! May I come?"

"Not yet," he ground out, "you can take more." Every heavy stroke of his cock was setting me on fire. He slid deep, rocking me with the strength of his thrust. I held onto the restraints, held my body tight. My pussy pulsed around his shaft. I could feel my cunt fluttering. I couldn't hold on much longer.

"Please." The word came out on a long, low, breathless wail.

His cock was stretching me, every muscle in body was pulled taut as I fought the pleasure he gave me, fought to hang on, fought to accept every hard thrust. "Yeah, sweetheart, that's it. Tighten that cunt on my cock. Take it all, baby. Do you want to come for me? Oh yeah, you want to come on my hard cock. C'mon, sweetheart, give it to me. Come for me."

His words threw me up into the flames. My back arched, my hips lifted. I was vaguely aware that my head was thrown back in a silent scream. For a long, breathless moment my body was caught in a frozen rictus of erotic relief. And then I felt my body clamp down on his cock and my clit began to pulse heavily as my cunt tightened on his shaft. He thrust through my orgasm, driving the intensity higher. His hips began to piston and I took every inch of him, my body meeting his, my screams throttled in my throat. He pulled my hips into every thrust, hitting me hard. I fought to take more, to ride him harder, his fingers dug into my skin and I took it all. He gave one last hard thrust and I felt him splash inside of me. My too-sensitive cunt spasmed again and I came hard.

He collapsed, rolling over next to me so he wouldn't crush me with his weight. I sighed, closed my eyes, knowing I'd only be allowed a brief catnap before he was back inside me. As fatigue washed over me, my mind flailed tiredly, trying to identify what I had forgotten. I started to turn over onto my side and found my progress halted by the restraints still wrapped around my hands. Exhausted, I returned to my back. Fuck it. I'd worry about it later.