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First Date

By: MJustice



It was a bright and sunny summer day when she and I met in person for the first time. She was just as I had pictured her so many times in my dreams. She was breathtakingly beautiful and had the most gorgeous set of green eyes that I have ever seen. However, the first thing I noticed was her lips. Those luscious lips drew my attention as honey draws a bee.

She simply stood there looking at me as I stood there looking at her. Then, our eyes met for the first time and I felt my heart skip a beat. I mean here was the woman that I had dreamed about holding in my arms for so long, and all I could do was stand there and look at her. After a few quiet moments, we slowly walked toward each other. I nervously reached out my hand and caressed her cheek. It was so soft and smooth, and it felt so good to finally touch her for real. Instead of all that time we were restricted to just chatting and cybering on the Internet. There were, of course, our occasional talks on the telephone. However, nothing compares to touching her for the first time.

I could feel her little body tremble as I ran my fingers over her lips and down her neck. I leaned down and brought my lips just inches from hers. I waited to see if this is what she wanted, and was pleasantly surprised as she closed her eyes and smiled slightly, awaiting my kiss. I didn't disappoint her as I pressed my lips to hers ever so gently, sliding my tongue slowly into her mouth. As we stood there kissing, I felt her arms wrap around my waist. I wasn't surprised when I realized that I had put mine around her as well.

I broke the kiss gently and smiled down at her. She returned the smile with interest, then laid her head against my chest. I simply sighed and stroked her hair gently.

She was the first to speak.

"I'm so glad your here, sweetie. It has been a long wait, but it was well worth it."

"Yes, love. It has been a long time coming, and I'm glad that this day is finally here," I replied. "What do you want to do first?"

She laughed softly. "Well, I think the first thing you should do is to find you a motel and get some rest. Then, maybe a shower and some food into your belly."

"Mmmm. Sounds like a good idea," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Are you coming with me or do you want to go back to your dorm room?"

"Um, I think I'll go with you, if that's okay. Since I knew you were coming, I purposefully didn't plan anything for my whole summer break." she replied, looking up at me with an evil little smile.

"Really? Well, we'll just have to find something to occupy your time." I replied, with a smile of my own.

We arrived at the motel an hour later and I quickly got us a room. She began getting the bed ready for us as I went to take a shower. I took the fastest shower that I could and quickly toweled dry. I came out of the bathroom and nearly fell over. She was standing beside the bed, completely naked, with a big grin on her face.

I just stood there, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I heard her giggle softly and walk over to me. She took me by the hand and led me to the bed, then quickly got under the covers. She patted the bed beside her. "Get in, sweetie. We got some major cuddling to do."

Hey, who am I to say no to an offer like that?

"Yes, Ma'am!" I said, and jumped into bed. No shit, I literally jumped into the bed. She smiled, amused, as she scooted closer and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped both my arms around her 18-year-old body and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head. I trailed one of my hands down her back and gently cupped her ass. Then, we both relaxed in each other's arms and fell asleep.

I have to tell you, there is nothing more satisfying than sleeping in the arms of the one you love. I had the most peaceful rest that I have had in years. Trust me. You should try it sometime, if you haven't already.

I was the first to wake up after our nap. I checked the clock on the bedside table. It read 8:30. I had been asleep for two hours, and Megan was still asleep. Although, she had, at some point during her slumber, turned over, and was now laying on her back.

As I lay there watching her sleep, an idea sprang to my mind. A very good idea, I thought. I mean, she had mentioned it to me before. About how she would love to be woke up by me tonguing her sex.

So, very slowly and very carefully, I slid under the covers and down to the other end of the bed. I got between her legs and gently licked and kissed her sex. She stirred slowly and I froze. I did not want to wake her just yet. After a few seconds, she fell back asleep and I went back to work.

I sucked one of her pussy lips into my mouth very gently and ran my tongue all over it. I sucked on it for a few minutes, then let it go. I ran my tongue ever so slowly along the entire length of her slit. I could feel her whole body shiver. Even if her conscious mind didn't know what I was doing, her body sure did, and it was reacting quite nicely.

Next, I slowly pushed my tongue into her sex and licked all over the walls of her pussy. I slowly started thrusting my tongue deep into her love tunnel and felt my cock throbbing excitedly. As I slid my mouth over her clitoris and started sucking tenderly, I felt her small hands grab my head and push me harder against her sex. I smiled and began sucking harder, sliding my mouth back and forth on her love button.

By now, she was moaning softly and tossing her head side to side. I stopped for just a moment to wet my fingers, then went back to sucking slowly on her clit. When I felt that she was getting close to orgasm, I slowly and gently inserted a finger into her sex. I slowly fingered her as I continued to suck and lick on every part of her sex.

A few minutes later, she came hard, moaning loudly and soaking my face with her girl cum. Not being one to waste such a lovely gift, I quickly swallowed all that had landed in my mouth. Then, I wiped her cum off of my face and mouth and ate that too. It tasted great!

After I had cleaned her cum off of her inner thighs and sex, I crawled back up the bed and held her in my arms. She laid her head on my chest and threw one of her legs across both of mine. She rubbed her hand gently over my chest and sighed happily.

"That was great, sweetie. Thanks." she said, smiling up at me.

"It was my pleasure, love." I replied, pulling her up into a passionate kiss. I gently stroked her back and listened to her breathing as she laid her head back on my chest and closed her eyes.

We laid there for about five minutes more, then she looked up into my face and smiled.

"Sweetie, make love to me."

"Are you sure, sweetness?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sure." she replied.

I smiled and kissed her softly on the lips as I ran my hands all over her body. As we continued to kiss, I began rubbing her nipples between my fingers gently. Then, I kissed my way down her body and started sucking on one of her nipples, while I massaged her other tit.

I went back and forth between her two breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. Then, I crawled on top of her and slowly slid my hard manhood into her warm, wet sex. As I started thrusting slowly and gently into her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

Our tongues intertwined erotically and we both began moaning happily. I could feel the muscles of her sex rhythmically grabbing and releasing my member, which I was thrusting ever deeper into her love tunnel. This only served to excite me more, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. When I did, she started moaning louder.

"Oh! Oh, James! Oh! That feels so good! Oh, baby! Ohhhhhhhhh!!" she said, in a breathy voice. "Slow down, baby. I want this moment to last forever."

I could feel myself reaching the edge, and I felt she was close to, so I slowed my strokes into her way down. As I did, she began matching me thrust for thrust. I was in pure heaven.

As we approached our climaxes, she wrapped her legs around my waist and held on tight, lifting herself off of the bed and slamming her body against mine. I kept my pace slow, but began thrusting myself as far as I could into her.

We both orgasmed loudly, at the same time, and I pulled her close to me. We held each other tightly as we rode out our climaxes. When it was over, I held on to her and rolled over on my back. We fell asleep with her on top of me and my manhood still inside her.

First Date



Walking into the coffee shop, I spot you across the room. I know we have never met in person, but I know right away that it is you. I can just tell by the way you look at me. I am wearing black--you don't know this, but my thong is sheer material, and the bra is just as sheer. 

Covering the bra is a very low cut black T-shirt that hugs my breasts. It goes with the black short jean shorts I am wearing, and I have strappy black heeled sandals on. My nails are painted a hot sultry purple color, my hair is loose, and the curls fall down my back. I sashay across the room knowing that it is not just your eyes watching me, but my eyes are locked on yours so I don't pay any attention to anyone else. I lean over and kiss your mouth, soft and lingering, only barely touching you. I nip your bottom lip lightly before I pull away. 

We make small chitchat--just touching base in reality, cementing all the months of emails, and making sure that we know we want each other. My hand lies on your thigh lightly, softly stroking you as we talk. Then, we know it is time...we get up as one and leave the coffee shop. We are on the way to your hotel, so we go out to the parking lot...it was crowded so I had to park on the roof of the lot. The sun's heat is rising from the ground, making the air very sticky and sultry. We get to my car, and I fumble in my purse for the keys. 

I barely manage to click the locks on, when we cant wait any longer...your hand touches my shoulder and I feel as though I am on fire. I turn to you and we kiss deeply, passionately...our tongues finding each other and loving the taste and feel. Our bodies press together, I can feel how hard you are thru my clothes. All of a sudden, my clothes are too tight. I reach behind and open the car door...then with one quick movement I reach down, and pull my T-shirt over my head. I hear you gasp as you see my skin, and how hard my nipples are. 

I stay focused on your face, as my hands go to my belt and undo it, then my shorts. I tug at the side of my shorts and they fall to the ground. I am standing there in my thong, bra and black sandals--your breath is coming faster now. I reach behind my back and undo my bra, shrug my shoulders, and let it land on the ground. Then I take your hand and pull it over to cup my breast. I move forward to kiss you again, and your hand tightens on my nipple...a chill runs through me. 

My hands pull at your shirt...lifting it up and over your head...then undoes your belt and pants. I slide my hand down your pants, cupping your balls in my hand, squeezing softly. My mouth is next to your ear and I whisper to you, "fuck me baby, I want to cum with you". You step out of your clothes and grasp my hips. I put one of my fingers inside my pussy, and then touch your lips, making them wet with my juices. The sun is beating down on us, making us even hotter than we are. I turn and face the car, my hands bracing against the seat. We don't bother to take off my thong, you just push it aside as you push into me without any warning. Hard, and fast, pumping against me...your cock sliding in and out, so wet, so slippery. My body trembles as you know all I want is to be fucked hard. I moan as you thrust over and over. Then with one quick movement, you pull out of my pussy, and enter my ass. 

"Oh god," I moan. "yessss...my ass is so tight on your cock...god, I love that feeling." Your hand reaches around to stroke my clit...it is so hard...my hand covers yours and guides you in the way I like. Then your hands go to both my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I continue to rub my clit...so close, hon. The pressure starts to raise...my insides get fiery hot and I know I am close. 

I moan again and say "cum with me ...nowwww....", as my body hits the edge and drops off. The orgasm hitting me so strong. Trembling, I squeeze against you as you thrust inside me, and I hear your breath and your moan as you release inside my ass. God, I cum again...and again...spasms that shake my entire body. You slump against my back, which is all dewy with sweat. 

You stroke slowly in and out, as our bodies start to calm. We slowly become aware of our surroundings, and giggle together as we realize we are naked and stuck together in a public place. You pull out slowly. I hook my thumbs in the sides of my thong...pulling it down and off. I hand the thong over to you with a kiss..."here, hon, you deserve these."



First Date



Rubbing his cock, Derek was deciding what to wear. Should he wear something conservative, or something more casual? Definately loose in the crotch area. His penis, though not too large, was big enough to hurt when the little guy strained his jeans. His partially hard shaft jumped in his hand as He decided to be casual.

Grabbing a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt, he put them on. the jeans were tight and showed off his ass, he knew because he always got a lot of comments when he wore that particular pair. He spent time in the gym, and it showed. Although he was 45, he had the body of a man half his age. This helped when he dated younger women, as he was about to do tonight.

Derek met her at a party a few nights before, and this was to be their first date. He really knew nothing about her, except that she was younger, by almost 20 years, and that she was built. Small waist separating a nice bust line and flaring hips. She had long blond hair and it was thick. He could picture himself yanking it back as he rode her from behind.

He picked her up at her apartment, and they left for dinner. The conversation went from the mundane to the sultry. They ate in relative silence as they contemplated what to do next. 

Teena ate her shrimp linguine thoughtfully as she pondered his true age. She had guessed that he was around 35, and he laughed and said that he was older than that. She shivered in anticipation. Teena's best friend, Lalaine introduced them at her party. She knew that Teen had an interest in older men. Being only 27, she had been with men her own age and decided that they were too boring and unmotivated. This was most definitely not the case with Derek. He was handsome, older, owned his own business, which employed over a thousand people, and he was intoxicating.

He watched her full, pouty lips; imagining them wrapped around his cock, her full breasts straining against the soft cotton of her blouse. She was dressed to kill, a micro miniskirt to show off her long shapely legs, just barely covering her ass, and a blouse that was thin enough to show him that she wasn't wearing a bra and it was open halfway down to show off her cleavage.

Teena turned and the tip of one nipple barely peeked into view as she watched as someone walked by. Derek's hard on became fully erect and demanded to be satisfied. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over the bulging hardness and whispered, "don't worry, you will be serviced tonight."

Derek and Teena finished their dinner and he helped her into her seat. Her skirt rose slightly, showing off her bare ass. He smiled thinking, "either she has no panties on, or she is wearing a g-string." He was determined to find out in the next hour or so which it was.

Getting into the car himself, he gave her a once over to let her know that he appreciated her appearance. She blushed prettily and he knew where he was going to take her. His place. More specifically, the basement. He knew how to make her come out of her shell. Since he knew from the previous conversation that she had no work for the next three days, he could do everything leisurely Just the way he liked.

"I think I know where to take you next. Do you trust me?" he asked her.

"Yes, I think I do. I don't know why, but I do. Is that so strange? I find you both trustworthy and yet dangerous at the same time. It is a potent combination." she said, stressing it by opening her thighs and wiggling her hips a little. Her lips were bare. He could see them now. Bare and wet.

He shifted in his own seat to accommodate his own arousal and put a hand on her thigh. Rubbing it slowly, he made his way slowly up to her skirt. She tilted her head back and moaned. He continued driving as he slid his fingers into her hot cunt. She spread her legs even more and moaned even more loudly. Her hips rocking back in forth in time to his fingers plunging into her cave. 

She stopped just before she came and pushed his hand away. Teena grinned at him before leaning over and unzipping his jeans with her teeth. She gasped in surprise as his penis popped free finally and nearly hit her in the nose. She giggled and licked the head of Derek's dick until it glistened in the streetlights. Mewing like a contented kitten, she guzzled his entire penis into her mouth and he had trouble keeping control of the vehicle.

She sucked hard and kept the pressure the same as she slowly pulled back, creating even more suction just by pulling back. She ran her tongue around his head and inserted it into the sensitive hole. As Teena was pulling up, her fingers followed her tongue, putting light pressure on his engorged member as he moved to accommodate her better under the steering wheel.

Not soon enough they arrived in his driveway. She disengaged herself after he felt his balls tighten and his creamy white cum spewed into her mouth, sucking it greedily down her throat, licking him clean. She twitched as her own orgasm hit her and he sat back and watched her as she writhed in her seat, keeping his cock nice and hard. 

He led her out of the driveway and into the house, he then blindfolded her and led her down...down...down. She shivered in anticipation. He stopped, let go of her, and she heard some movement. Teena felt his cool hand propelling her forward until she met resistance. Her thigh had bumped into a table of some sort.

Taking off her blindfold, he allowed her to see his basement for the first time. She blushed as she saw different items, knowing their use, but never having used them or had them used on her. Shyly, she looked at him and saw that he was wearing nothing but his birthday suit. 

He smiled and led her to the bed, it was a large comfortable bed, with a canopy. Attached to the rails on each of the four corners were ropes. She felt her juices surge at the thought of being tied up and helpless in front of this man. He kneeled in front of her, and she straddled his face and he licked her bare pussy. He reached around and grabbed her ass as if she were the man and he the woman giving head. He squeezed and she leaned into him, holding his head. She ran her fingers through his slightly thinning hair and grabbed a handful. It was soft and felt wonderful in her fingers like that.

Spreading her thighs even more, she felt the stirrings of her first orgasm at the tip of his tongue. Screaming a primal scream, she shuddered and gyrated as he held on tightly, refusing to stop. She tried to push him away, but her orgasm took too much out of her. She weakly fought him as he continued to lick her swollen nub and slide his fingers in and out of her slippery hole. Her juices running down his arm as she pulsated around his fingers. 

With a final grunt, Teena collapsed. Derek held her closely as she continued to spasm. when she finally finished, she looked at him with complete adoration and wonder.

"No one has ever been able to do that to me. Wow! Let me reciprocate. If you lie down on the bed, I can do a better job than in the car." She commanded. 

She got up and led him to the bed. Throwing him down she jumped on top of him. His erection already evident as she licked him starting at his feet. She licked his toes, then sensuously moving upward to his knees. SHe nibbled on the spot just behind his knee that was usually ticklish, but made him feel sparks with each nip. Agonizingly slowly, she reached his inner thighs. 

She licked and sucked as her fingers found his scrotum. She began to gently roll his balls between her slender fingers, causing him to shiver with pleasure. SHe continued to move upward to his belly, sucking and licking his navel as her breasts brushed against his thighs. Her taut nipples teasing his skin as they caressed him. Suddenly she was straddling his hips, he could feel her wet lips on his cock, but not allowing him to enter her. 

She giggled and grabbed a rope and quickly tied his left hand to the bed, he was able to sneak a lick on her erect nipple as she bent over his head to confine his hand. SHe quickly moved to the other hand and he let her, knowing that she would release him if he asked. He flicked his tongue on her other nipple as it was dangled in front of his face. 

Kissing Derek, Teena slid her hands down his sides to his hips, and then slid down; licking and sucking the whole way down. She spent time at each nipple, pulling it and sucking at one as she tweaked and pinched the other. His chest was well defined, but not overly muscular. She ran her fingertips over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever she touched. 

He rocked his hips and she slid down further, until her lips met his manhood. Teena ran her tongue over the pale shaft and nipped the head just before sliding down to tie his legs part. He was completely helpless. At her mercy. Just the way she liked it.

Derek had never been restrained, and he found it erotic. He never understood what his women had liked about it, but now he understood. No pressure. He could just relax and enjoy everything. It was a new sensation, one that he greatly enjoyed.

With Derek spread eagle, Teena could do what she wanted. She slid up his legs until her breasts were on either sid eof his pulsing cock. SHe squeezed them and began rocking back and forth. She rubbed her wet clit on his thigh as she titty fucked him. She heard him moaning and felt his balls tighten up just before he was about to cum. Teena drew back and looked at him, struggling with his bonds to grab her and finish the job.

Teena smiled and bent over, engulfing his entire penis in one swallow. He could feel her throat muscles working their wonder as her tongue wrapped around his cock and she sucked until her cheeks were as sunken in as she could get them. Then, pulling back she created even stronger suction. She was doing this entirely to please him. Up and down went her face, up and down went his hips. He felt his balls tighten up again under her fingers and this time, she let him spray his cum into her throat, swallowing it each time he spurted.

After he stopped spurting, she licked him clean and sat back. His wilted penis resting on his inner thigh, his chest glistening in the dim light. The most beautiful male specimen she ever encountered. She untied him and asked if he was all right. He said yes, and they went upstairs, naked as the day they were born, and got something to eat.

AFter they ate, Derek led Teena back downstairs. He led her to a pole that was about waist high and had a bar going a cross the top, forming a T. He bent her over it and tied her hands at her feet. He then backed up to view her. Her ass was perfectly rounded and her wet lips puffed out as she was exposed like never before. Her legs were slightly parted and this also parted her pussy so he could see where he was going to go. Her pussy lips excited and wet, glistening more and more as the first drops of her pussy juices started to run down her thigh. This and more made his heart beat faster and his cock rise to the occasion. 

Walking up to just behind her, he pressed a finger in her pussy and rubbed her clit at the same time. Massaging her quim, he slowly entered her with his rock hard penis. She grunted as he slid all the way in, his cock stretching her and filling her up. He rested his head on her cervix and reached over and squeezed her breast. Leaning over, he grabbed the other one and began to slide in and out. With each thrust in, he stretched her breasts back as he was using them for leverage. He pinched her nipples until they hurt and she cried out. SHe reared back to meet him thrust for thrust, as much as she could. Teena felt his balls slapping her thighs each time he thrust forward. Slap! Slap! SLap! they went as he drove into her hard. 

He knew he was going to cum, but instead of letting it flow over him, he stopped. She tightened around him, begging to be fucked more. He untied her and led her to the bed. He laid her down and spread her legs. Bending her knees and raising her hips, she beckoned him to enter her. He positioned himself between her thighs and slid home. She grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples as he fucked her so hard that the bed rocked against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper. Teena felt herself cumming and she dug her nails into his ass trying to get him as deep as he could go. He complied and drove himself until he was hitting her clit with his pelvis, causing yet another orgasm. Her vaginal walls pulling him further in and squeezing him. He exploded deep inside her and he thrust deeply and stayed there. She pulled him down on her and they fell asleep like that. Exhausted.

Teena woke up spread eagle and bound. She struggled against her bonds and Derek was nowhere in sight. 

"Derek! Where are you?" Teena called as she looked around. She pulled on her arm restraints and knew that she was stuck...at his mercy. SHe could feel her cum drenched pussy beginning to swell as she added her own juices to the mix. Her breasts were chilled and that made her nipples pucker. She called him again.

"Derek! Come here baby! I need you now. Come fuck me. Fuck me now!" She begged. Knowing that she was open for anyone to enjoy, she was turned on. She heard footsteps on the stairs. She looked that direction, and was alarmed to see a man with a deep seated hunger in his eyes. He was hungry for her. Teena struggled with her bonds and squeaked as he made a beeline for her.

"I watched you sleep for a while, knowing that I would take you this way. Know that I am in control and you are at my mercy." 

He slapped her clit with an open hand and she jumped as far as her bonds would allow. Biting on her puckered tip, he clamped something cold on the other. She looked and saw a nipple clamp, with a vibrator. He attached something entirely different to her other nipple. A suction cup with a tube. Wet with his spit, the suction cup was stuck to her until he decided to take it off. No accidentally knocking it off.

He turned on the vibrator and she moaned. Arching her back she begged for more. He turned on the machine that sucked her other nipple. Thus satisfied, he moved down to her bare pussy. He slid a finger in, pulled it out and tasted it. He had felt that she was wet and slippery enough for anything. Scooping out a little bit of their combined cum, he spread it on another toy. He made sure it was slippery before he drove it home.

He turned on the vibrator and strapped it to her thighs, keeping it in place. He then took another suction cup and licked it, applying it to her already swollen clit. The effect was immediate. SHe writhed under his toys and he stood back and watched with great interest. She begged for him to take them off, but he refused. 

He wanted to watch her cum once more from a distance before he slid inside her and slam fuck her. 

She felt her body contort as she had several orgasms in a row. Screaming with need, she was beyond help. SHe wanted to feel his penis thrusting in and out of her. She was denied. Cumming again, she could barely move. WHen she had cum enough times that she was a mass of quivering jelly, he gently removed the vibrator from her wet slit. 

Her sigh of relief was short lived as he slid inside her. Tight from all her orgasms, he felt like he had come home. Pulling on the vibrating nipple clamp, he felt her tighten even more around him as a tiny orgasm hit her again. A great moan bursting from her lips as he removed the suction cup from her nipple and bit it. Her heavy breathing allowed him to lay still and pull her nipple at the same time. 

He slowly began to move inside her. All the way out, all the way in. ALl the way out until the tip of his penis barely touched her, thrust hard back in. He kept that pace up until she came around him again. His desire stoked by her thrusting back at him, he yanked off the nipple clamp and began to slam into her. 

His thighs slammed into hers as she heard the slapping of wet bodies and felt his penis stroking her G-spot. She knew that she couldn't last much longer and she was right. With an animalistic scream, she felt her vagina squeezing his penis and his penis buried deeply and pulsating his own orgasm. 

Still quivering, Teena fell asleep. Derek removed himself from her and admired his handiwork. He knew she had never cum like that before. She looked beautiful to him, covered in cum, glistening with sweat, totally open and naked to him. He gently removed the ropes from her legs and wrists and let her sleep in comfort.



First Date



Here she was bare bottomed wrestling with a guy she just met. She was struggling to keep his hands off her breasts. Somehow he had managed to get her slacks and panties off. He kept grabbing at her breasts. She was trying hard to fend him off. He was nibbling on her ear. The guy was a sexy hunk, in due time she would have probably fucked him, but this was all happening too quickly.

He was high energy and very aggressive. The struggle in her was waning. She was being physically overwhelmed. His sexy good looks didn't help her resolve. His hand grabbed below, getting a handful of her wet cunt. It felt good. 

Suddenly the fight in her disappeared. It all felt far too good to keep resisting. She lay back as he grasped her breasts through her tie blouse. She let his tongue enter her mouth, returning her own. Their tongues meshed. 

His lips moved down to her bare stomach. She knew were he was headed, but had no desire to stop him. This gorgeous hunk was about to stick his tongue in her cunt. He touched her there with his fingers. She purred, sucking on her own fingers. His lips traveled briefly across the top of her pubic hair. They ended up kissing the insides of her thigh. She gasped with anticipation.

His tongue finally wiggled its way into her wet cunt. She moaned. 

She had a sudden urge to bare her breasts. She struggled to pull off her top while the hunk's tongue ravished her cunt. Finally she pulled it over her head. His hand immediately caressed her small hard nipped breasts roughly. She lay back in all her nakedness and let him caress her with his hands and mouth. His lips moved from womb to breasts, back and forth. She moaned with pleasure. 

After a short time of this intense foreplay, she had a warm-up climax.

She pulled him up to her lips, kissing him passionately. She pulled at his pants. He obliged, helping her pull them off. She gasped, grasping his huge erect penis. He laid back. She went down on him. 

She gave him as good a blowjob as she possibly could, thinking all the while how good his monster dick was going to feel inside her cunt. 

Soon she was on her back, with him humping away on top of her. They fucked for hours, in ways she had never imagined. She came repeatedly.

"What a fucking great first date you are," she giggled afterward.



First Date



"Hell, this is ridiculous," I thought. Black jeans and a gray shirt. Casual, but nice. "I don't have a chance." The dark brown suede jacket should work. Up-scale, but laid back. Don't want to look desperate, right? Never mind the fact that I haven't touched a woman in six months.

We've known each other for about a year. Tracey's divorced and I'm separated. My marriage is on the rocks because neither of us would give in. The lawyers will take care of everything, as long as I keep writing checks. Live and learn. 

She's gorgeous, in my opinion, and she has some ridiculous notion that I'm an attractive man. I'd say average at best, but if she wants to get to know me, who am I to argue?

I finally find her house and ring the doorbell. Wow! I apologize for being 20 minutes late and I'm knocked out by her smile. We're both nervous but off to a good start. "You look really nice tonight." Shit, is that the best I can do? I've been dreaming about this woman for weeks and all I can come up with is "really nice." A black skirt and pink fuzzy sweater. She looks great and I'm not under dressed--relief! This is awkward for me so she opens her arms and we give each other a dramatic, ice-breaking hug. I guess the "really nice" thing was ok.

The feel of her against me. The smell of her hair. I remind myself not to stare at her, but it won't be easy. Especially the view, as I hold the door and she walks by me to the car. I am not worthy.

We have dinner at a favorite little Italian restaurant of hers. Red wine and pasta. Stimulating conversation. I actually had interesting things to say and didn't make a fool of myself. So far, so good. 

Back at her place we kick off our shoes and have a drink. More aimless talk on the couch and we find ourselves gazing into each other's eyes. I really do not want to blow this but I have no idea what's expected here. I haven't dated in 15 years.

"Kiss me, John, you know you want to." As long as I live I will never forget those words! I lean forward and put my arms around her. We kiss. Deeply. Soon we're both half undressed and I'm nibbling and licking every bit of exposed flesh I can find.

She suggests we go up to the bedroom and I follow, still not quite believing this. Once there we finish undressing and she lights candles in various parts of the room explaining, "I'm a very spiritual person." Over the next few months I'll find out it's true, but for now I'm happy to admire her in the candle light.

Feeling her naked body against mine is hard to describe. More long, deep kisses. On the bed now, I'm on hands and knees above her, nibbling slowly from her forehead down. My low moans are answered by soft mewling sounds from her. I trail kisses to her breasts, slowly working my way along the underside of one, and then the other. Such feminine, sensual sounds come from her. Just hearing that makes it worthwhile. 

Moving lower, I'm taking my time, trying to taste every inch of this creature beneath me. She shudders and sighs. Soon she raises both legs and rests her calves on my back. I work towards her center slowly, not wanting to miss an inch of her perfect skin. There's a small neat patch of closely trimmed pubic hair pointing the way to her clitoris, but her outer lips are completely smooth. Knowing her artistic talents (she's a writer, among other things) I'm not surprised.

Licking, gradually entering her, she writhes and I moan. Her reactions arouse me further, and I take long firm laps from the bottom to the top of her lips, ending at her clit and sucking it for a bit before repeating. I have no idea how long this goes on, but an urgency develops, and I move to enter her slowly, to the hilt, and give her another long slow deep kiss when I'm fully inside. We hold each other motionless and silent for a few moments, and then I begin thrusting. It seems like hours pass. She meets me each time and our eyes are locked until our orgasms build like a wave. The wind picks up outside and the windows rattle a bit, the house shuddering once in a while as a storm moves in.

I can't hold out. A long loud grunt becomes a deep sigh and she starts to come as I spend myself within her, wrapping her legs around me. After the spasms subside we hold each other and listen to the wind outside. I gently massaged her for while, running my fingertips along the smooth lines of her body, stroking with firm open palms, what she would later call "making love to her with my hands." 

We made love twice more and we may have slept for a bit before the sun came up, I'm really not sure. All I know is the whole night was perfect.



First Date



"Dinner was nice. Don't you think," said Matt as he held the door to his pick-up truck open for Jen.

"It was great. I never knew that place was in town. How did you find out about it?"

"Last year. Me and a few friends had breakfast here once."

"Well I really enjoyed it. What's next on the agenda? It's only 6:30."

"Let's take a ride to Bear Springs. We can watch the sunset tonight."

"I love that idea. It's a clear sky today. It should be beautiful."

Matt smiled as he started up his truck and began to head towards Bear Springs. He and Jen talked about all kinds of things along the way from the weather to their first sexual experience with other people and their experience with each other. As Matt's truck climbed its way up the rocky road towards Bear Springs, Jen leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing. There will be more of that later."

Matt smiled and started looking for a spot to park his truck to watch the already fading sun. Soon after he found a small field and headed towards it. He threw the truck in reverse and backed it in so that they could watch the sun disappear below the hills of their hometown. They moved close to each other and Matt wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as she laid her head on his shoulders. He looked down at her and could not believe that she was with him. Everything was a turn on for him about her. Her hair, her eyes, her legs, her arms, her stomach, her ass, her everything. And she looked great tonight like she always does, wearing a shirt with small straps and what from he could tell, no bra, a short skirt that had a slit on the side, and a pair of sandals that exposed her painted toe-nails. Matt was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt with a pair of sneakers; his usual attire during the summer time.

"I love how it is still light out even though the sun has gone down. And listen, the birds are still chirping," said Jen as she sat up and fixed her shirt, raising it up a little so that Matt could see her flat stomach and her enticing belly-button. His cock began to harden as he thought back to last week and their first sexual encounter. Jen let her shirt down and ran her hand along Matt's knee as she slipped her sandals off. Matt couldn't help but think of what was going to happen tonight.

"You wanna get in the back of the truck and lay down for a little while? I just cleaned it out so it won't be dirty. Plus I have a few blankets back there for emergency reasons," said Matt as he stared at Jen.

"Sure, what else do you have for emergency reasons," said Jen as she pointed at his bulging shorts and smiled.

"In my wallet. I got two of them. Hope that is enough."

They both got out of the truck and headed for the back of it. Matt let the tail-gate down and helped Jen into the back. He then climbed up in and spread the blankets around, kicking his shoes and socks off in the process. He pulled his wallet out and pulled out two condoms, laying them down and undoing his belt. Jen leaned up and pulled his shirt up, kissing his stomach and rubbing his back. Matt took his shirt off and let his shorts fall off. He pulled his boxers as Jen took her shirt off and began to undo her skirt. Matt helped her with the skirt and piled their clothes in the corner of the truck. Jen laid there with nothing on but a thong and Matt was on his knees beside her naked as the day he was born. He leaned down and began to kiss Jen around her belly-button and rubbing her pussy through the thong. Jen rubbed his shoulder and ran her hand down to squeeze his swollen cock. Matt slid the thong down to her knees and began to play with her clit and run his fingers in and out of her pussy.

"I like that," moaned Jen as she rubbed herself and stroked his cock. Matt lay next to her and Jen moved down to his cock. He stopped her half-way there and pulled her around so that her ass was in his face and his cock was in hers. "I like the 69 way better. Don't you?" Jen looked back and smiled as Matt began to lick his way around her pussy and rubbed her beautiful ass. Jen took his cock into her mouth and began to suck and stroke it as if there was no tomorrow. They both moaned as they sucked and licked each other. Matt played with her ass as Jen tickled his balls with her finger-tips. He buried his face into her sopping wet pussy to hold back his cum. Jen was sucking away and rolling her tongue around the head of his cock. She took him all the way in while massaging his balls and running her hands down his legs. Matt kissed and sucked on her swollen clit while fingering her in the process. Jen moaned as her juices began to leak out of her and down Matt's chin. Matt could the rush from his balls and he started to shoot his cum into Jens mouth. At first she was surprised but the feel of it oozing into her mouth really turned her on and she let it spill out into her. Matt moaned as she sucked the last drop or two out of him and then she let it fall out of her mouth and onto the blanket. She climbed off of him and smiled back at Matt as he moaned.

"You ok baby? You look a little tired."

"I'm fine. Ready for round two if you are," said Matt as he sat up and stroked his cock to keep it hard and firm. Jen grinned and reached for a condom. She slipped it on Matt's cock and kissed the head of his cock. She layed down and let Matt lay on top of her. He slowly slid his cock into her while she held onto his shoulders. Matt began to thrust his cock in and out of her while holding himself up with his arms. Jen rocked back and forth with him and Matt leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth and began to suck on her as he fucked her slow and steady. Jen moaned and ran her hands up and down his back as Matt continued to pump her. He started to go faster and she moaned louder. Then he pulled out of her and threw her legs onto his shoulders. Jen smiled as he slammed his cock back into her and began to fuck her hard and fast. He breathed fast and hard and Jen moaned his name as she felt her juices stirring inside of her. Matt stopped for a moment to gather himself and then went back at it. 

"I'm gonna cum baby," moaned Matt as he thrust even harder into her. "Let it out, let it all out," screamed Jen as she tugged at her nipples. Matt let a load of hot gooey cum into his condom. He pulled out of her and took the condom off. Jen smiled and rubbed her clit as Matt collapsed next to her. 

"Now I am tired," moaned Matt as his cock went limp.

"You still have another condom to use baby," laughed Jen.

"How about tomorrow night? You free or do you have to wash your hair?"



First Date



Bird calls echo through the early morning air. The sound, too chipper by half, slowly awakens Janine from her alcohol-induced slumber. Her dark auburn hair is tousled, almost a bird's nest in the making. Groggily, she rolls from the bed and staggers to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for the day ahead. 

After a brisk shower, she goes back to her bedroom to get dressed. It only takes a few moments to pick out an appropriate outfit. She clothes herself for a day at the office and applies only enough make-up to hide the previous evening's excesses. Pulling her long auburn hair into a high chignon, she grabs her briefcase and purse and then heads out into the early morning sunlight, wishing briefly for a pair of dark glasses as the sun plays havoc with her migraine.

She arrives at work early, almost an hour before anyone else. Luckily, the guards are used to her early morning arrivals and let her in without too much of a hassle. Walking quickly to the elevator, she presses the up button and waits for a few moments before the doors slide open.

She is seated there, at her desk in the reception area, busily typing up a copy of the latest memo when her boss strolls in. Janine misses a few keystrokes, glancing up at the delicious picture presented by the woman. Her boss notices (as usual) and gives Janine a small smile before heading to her office located a few doors away from the main area. Janine's typing slows and then stops as her mind goes, once more, to the long legs and flawless cocoa complexion of Minerva, her boss. Shaking her head, she pulls her mind back from its entertainment and gets back to the tasks ahead.

At 5 o'clock, Janine closes down her desk and prepares for the drive home and another lonely, boring weekend. It is while she is doing one last walk through before leaving, that she hears sobbing, coming from Minerva's office. Janine hesitates, for only a moment, before knocking and opening the door. Minerva is seated behind her desk, crying as if her heart had been broken.

She glanced up as Janine entered and closed the door. Minerva's big brown eyes focus on Janine, tears streaming unchecked down her lovely face. Crossing the room took but a second, and Janine enfolded her boss in a much needed hug. Murmuring softly, she held her and waited for the tears to subside. 

With much sniffling, Minerva soon stopped crying and reached for a tissue to mop away the traces of her crying jag. Janine sat calmly and waited for an explanation.

Her boss's soft alto soon filled the quietness of the office.

"It's not that I don't expect such actions from men, you know? It's just that I did not expect them from him. We were engaged, you see, and while I was at lunch today I happened to notice his car in a little café near here. I went to surprise him, as I usually don't take a lunch. Well, needless to say, the surprise was on me. He was in the café with some bleached bimbo, laughing, kissing and giggling. I overheard him telling her that it wouldn't be much longer before they could be together. He just needed to figure out how to let me down easy."

Minerva gulped down another sob, and continued with her story.

"Well, I couldn't let him get away with that, could I? I walked over to his table, dumped his drink into his lap and proceeded to curse him out. The girl was mortified. Until then, I assume she did not realize I was a black woman. He then told me that his parents refused to have me in the family. If he married me, he would be cut out of the family inheritance. What was he to do? This was a question he asked me. As if I even cared! Well, I slapped him and came back to work. I was doing fine until a few moments ago, when he called me. He says we need to talk. What the fuck for?"

Janine listened. It seemed almost like a sign. Finally, though, she spoke up.

"I know we don't know one another that well, Ms. Johnson. After all, I know how the higher- ups feel about employees mixing after hours, especially supervisors and their employees. However, if you would like to talk or just hang out this weekend, give me a call. I don't usually hang out much and I can always use a phone call."

Minerva thought it over and then nodded, slowly. "I would like that, Janine. Maybe I will call you this weekend."

Janine could tell a dismissal when she heard one. With a murmured goodbye, she got up and left Minerva to her musings. Then it was out of the office, after locking up, and back down to her car to head for home.

Janine decided, after taking a well-deserved nap and shower, to get dressed and head out for an evening at her favorite nightclub. She got dressed carefully, pulling on slim black leather pants and a dark red leather bustier. A pair of red 3 inch heels completed her outfit. Putting on make-up seemed too much of a hassle but she decided to liven up the paleness of her lightly tanned skin by adding bronze eye shadow and lip gloss…along with a light dusting of glitter on her shoulders and breasts. The final touch was to let her long auburn hair fall wild and curly, past her shoulders. Giving herself a final once over, she headed for the door. Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered, a trifle uneasily.

"Hi, this is Minerva. I was hoping you would still be in. I find that I do not want to face a night alone in this house. I was wondering if maybe you could come by and visit?" The last statement had a hopeful quality to it, almost as if she expected to be turned down.

"Well, I was getting ready to head out to my favorite club. If you don't mind coming out with me, I will gladly swing by to pick you up." Janine tossed the thought out lightly, not really expecting anything to come of her offer.

"Is there a dress code?"

"Only that you be dressed to impress. Seeing as you always look so well put together at the office, I doubt if that will be a problem for you."

Minerva laughed. "Well, if you don't mind hanging out with your boss, I would not mind coming out for a while. Give me about 20 minutes to get ready and here is my address."

Thirty minutes later, Janine pulled into a parking spot in front of Minerva's brownstone and honked her horn. Minerva came bustling out, a vision in barely-there satin and lace. 

Janine's mouth dropped open as her boss clambered into her little Toyota. The dress left nothing to the imagination. Gorgeous cocoa skin peeked out from lace insets along the sides and across the midriff of the dress. There was absolutely no back to speak of, making the neckline in the front look almost virginal. Killer stilettos completed the look, along with a tiny silver anklet.

"Damn, girl, who you trying to hurt in that outfit?" was Janine's laughing question. Minerva flashed a shaky grin. 

"Did I over do it in my go to hell outfit?"

"No, you look good enough to eat." 

With that flirtatious statement, Janine put the car in drive and they headed into the city. Within a few minutes, they arrived at the club. Janine hesitated, momentarily. She had yet to warn her boss that this particular club served the interests of the gay and fetishist community. Minerva noted her hesitancy and stopped.

"Something wrong, Janine?" 

"Um, I was not sure if you knew or not. This club is a hot spot for members of the counter culture. You know, gays, lesbians, BDSM, leather, latex. I hope it is not too much for you." Janine spoke quickly, scared of her boss's reaction.

Minerva thought it over, and then shrugged. "So? I knew you were gay. And a party is always good where the freaky people are!!"

Janine felt a little better, but hadn't the slightest idea where her boss had found out her sexual preference. Not one to question such good luck, she headed for the entrance, giddily awaiting the night's unfolding.

It was a hell of a night. They both got smashed. At one point, they were in the middle of the floor dancing and Minerva had kissed her quickly before darting away in a swirl of dark chocolate skin and satin. Janine would have been flabbergasted, only the contact was too fleeting to really register in her alcohol fuzzed brain until after the fact. 

They drank the place closed and then stumbled to Janine's car. A passing police officer informed them that neither of them should be driving and offered to escort them to the nearest house. They elected to hop in and be dropped off at Minerva's.

Minerva was giddy. She dropped her keys twice before finally opening the door and staggering inside. Janine followed on her heels, slightly more sober and wide eyed at the beautiful décor throughout. Minerva made it as far as the living room before stopping to strip out of her dress and heels, prancing through her house in nothing but a thong and a smile. Janine of course, sobered up a lot quicker after that.

It was while they were in the kitchen sipping tea, that Minerva said something so startling that Janine thought she had misheard.

"Do you think you could show me what it feels like to be fucked by a woman?"

Janine shook her head, at first, not sure of what was being asked or said.

Minerva looked at her, brown eyes glowing under the kitchen light. "I know you want me. You think I don't realize the way you watch me at work? I see you looking at me. I have always thought that if I were to ever go this far, I would want my first time to be with you. You just look like you know what to do."

Minerva stood up, her curves highlighted by the kitchen's bright glare. She walked toward Janine, stopping a few inches away from where Janine sat; glued to her seat. Minerva ran her hands up her sides, caressing her own skin. Teasing and tweaking her breasts with well practiced fingers. Her voice was husky.

"Please, Janine. Show me."

Well, what what's a girl to do? Janine rose from her seat and grasped Minerva tightly, pulling her close. Wrapping her hands in Minerva's hair, Janine began the explorations with a long, deep, steamy kiss. Their breasts rubbed together, only the leather of Janine's bustier stopping the skin-to-skin electricity. Minerva moaned, low in her throat while struggling to find the zipper to remove the impediment.

Janine called a halt to the proceedings by breaking the kiss and backing away. Holding up a hand, almost in warning, she stepped back and sat down. Minerva's breasts heaved; her eyes, glazed and unfocused. 

"What?" she asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this. I really don't want you looking at me, wildly, first thing in the morning." was the answer she received to her query. Janine was having an extremely hard time focusing, but she knew that she did not want to take advantage of her boss. 

Minerva stepped closer, positioning herself between Janine's open legs. Deft fingers found the zipper, hidden along a seam, of Janine's bustier and slowly unzipped it. 

Bending forward, she carefully removed the leather and sucked gently on an exposed nipple. With a smile, she tugged Janine up and out of the chair and toward the stairs at the back of the hall. 

Moments later, they were both naked and entwined on the large king sized bed. The kisses were slow and sweet. Hands trailed and teased unexplored flesh. Janine was pleased to note that Minerva was as wet as she was. She rolled on top of Minerva, placing her cunt onto Minerva's. They began a slow grind. Their clits became harder and more sensitive from the friction, juices ran and mingled. Tongues lashed nipples and necks. Hands groped and pulled, twisted and tore. Finally though, the friction became too much and they came, together, in waves. 

They lay, entwined. Janine knew that there was so much more to show her boss but was not sure if she were ready. Minerva answered that unspoken thought by wriggling against her. The kisses began anew. Janine held her still, trying to show her what it was like. 

Beginning at the Minerva's breasts, Janine worked her way ever downward. Soon, Minerva was bucking and heaving as Janine inserted 2 fingers into her soupy cunt and flicked her hardened clit with a thumb. The pressure was too much for Minerva, she came, gushing all over Janine's hand. Janine was not finished yet. Moving down to face the beautiful slit between those lightly muscled brown thighs, she whispered "Now, I am gonna show you how eating pussy should be done"

Janine began to lick from top to bottom, running her tongue all along Minerva's inner and outer labia. She stepped up the speed until she was lapping Minerva's pussy like a cat with cream. At the same time, she inserted one finger into Minerva's hot hole and another into her tight ass. Then, she pulled Minerva's clit into her mouth and proceeded to hum, flicking it lightly with a tongue tip, while finger fucking both of the sweet holes in front of her. Janine could feel the muscles in Minerva's cunt as it geared up for another orgasm, so she stopped. Pulling back, she blew cool air gently onto the steaming pussy before her. Minerva groaned, low and deep, begging Janine not to stop. All she got for her request, was another cool stream of air. Minerva grabbed Janine's long hair and forced her face back down between her thighs. With that, Janine rammed 2 fingers in that hot box and flicked the hard nubbin for all she was worth. When she felt the clamp of inner pussy walls, the tremor of long brown legs, she withdrew those fingers and stuck her tongue deep into Minerva's pussy. Sweet juice flooded her tongue. She swallowed repeatedly. 

With that, Janine sat up. Minerva lay there, replete and drained. "What about you?" 

Janine laughed lightly, "Shit, I am tired. We will see how it goes in the morning."

And with that, they wrapped themselves around one another and fell promptly to sleep. 



First Date



Your instructions were perfect, as I easily found the little restaurant downtown, a few blocks from my hotel.

A wonderful dinner complimented our smiling, laughing conversation, as we had finally met after 'chatting' for months together.

After, we went dancing and few drinks at small rock'n R&B bar with live music. Hearing a classic, moments after we arrive, we jump up to dance with the small croud. Powered by our conversation and feeling at ease with you, I couldn't help touching you on the dance floor. Sliding my hands up and down your sides. As you groove with your arms above your head.

After a few drinks, and sweating a little in the bar from dancing, the electricity between us was growing, fast.

Not wanting to wait for the bands last set, we left, and walked just down the street to a waiting hotel room.

Going up the elevator, I couldn't help reaching to you and stealing a first kiss together while we were alone.

That first kiss quickly changed into a combined hug, with both of us devouring each other's mouths with kisses.

Pulling half your shirt up out of your jeans, I ran my fingers across your stomach, and start to slide my hand up to your breast.

Unbuttoning a few buttons, and lifting one breast out and free of your bra - just then the elevator stopped. 

A young man steps in carrying an ice bucket going up one floor.

Ignoring him, we continue kissing together, barely covering your breast with the plam of my hand

He exists the elevator, and I unfasten the bra, fully exposing both breasts and roughly masagging each of them now as your shirt is completely unbuttoned.

The elevator stop at our floor. The door opens, and the hall is empty

Walking down the hall, to our room, your light blouse is flapping behind you, your bare breasts widely exposed for anyone, but no one. Your beauty is mine alone to enjoy.

Striding down the cooling air conditioned hall, perks your nipples. As we get to our room, I take you in another bear hug and swallow your mouth to mine.

Sliding my hands up your sides, to your shoulders, I pull your blouse down off your back, caught only by your elbows it holds it there, as I ravage your neck with wet kisses.

Both hands reach your cooling breasts, and pinch the already protruding nipples. Bringing a light sigh from your mouth.

We both hear a door open down the hall. As I reach for my key, still kissing the back of your neck, you turn and see a startled woman stare. Fumbling our door open, I break our kiss and step inside, taking your hand to follow me.

For the woman, still at awe, you smile at her, as you run your tongue over your top lip, and follow me into our room.

Falling onto the bed, I quickly remove the rest of your shirt, and tangled bra. Rolling you onto your tummy, I peel your jeans down over your bottom, and enjoy the scene of your thong framing each cheek perfectly. Sliding the pants off your legs, you lay back virtually naked now on the bed before me.

I stop by the table, and slowly light several candles, placing a few around the room. Bathing your skin in a warm flickering glow.

Feeling incredibley aroused from our last few minutes, I quickly drop all my clothes and fall beside you on the king sized bed. 

Taking you hard in my arms, pulling you to your side toward me. Kissing you deeply, my tongue probes inside you as my hands caress your smooth supple small of your back and bottom.

Pushing one arm between your thighs, I lift one leg high spreading you before me. slding myself, to slip my cock against your clit. My head probes against your hood and sends little jolts deep inside you. My hand holding your ass cheek, reaches and pulls your thong aside, as I point my cock to your wet glistening lips and push a little into you.

Raising my head, I stop and stare into your eyes, smiling, pausing and enjoying this most delicious first moment together.

Watching the passion in your eyes grow, as I rotate slightly massaging your outer lips with the head of my penis. I sense your urgency, knowing we have a whole day ahead together, but wanting me to take you, now, right now.

Your breathing deeply, your lips are pouting at me A little moan seeps through your teeth now clenched and grinning at me to continue. Your lovely smile is photographed into my memory.

Dropping my lips to your neck, and pulling your ass to me, I push deeper and enter you smoothly, your passionate juices surround me, and I gasp at your heat which envelopes my penis inside you.

Your tightness surprises me, as I enjoy feeling your own subtle movements even within my strong grip of your body.

We both begin moving together. A nice rythm, as if we had been together before. My fingers continues to ply circles around your bottom cheek. As my other smothers a breast flat against my palm. Moving your body beside me, my hands devour your sexy skin, as my beard scratches along the back of your neck, under your ear. Quickeing my stroke, and pushing down harder to you, you feel my pubic bone griding against your clit, As I work your lithe body against me.

AAah AAahhh Aaaaahh, you moan, signalling me to your nearing climax. I wrap one arm around your shoulder, trapping your body between my arms, and roughly continue hard fucking strokes. Faster and faster, bouncing you against me, I feel my own orgasm start. URRRGGGGHHH I pant into your ear loudly. Still moving faster, we both squeal, as the target of our evening strikes us together...

AARRGGHHHH,,, ooooohhhhhhhh gggoooddd, UURRGGG, aahhhhh

MMMMMMMMM, eeeeeeeeeeee.

Still moving inside you, now slowing and savoring the little aftershocks of pleasure that cause you to spasm beside me. We hold each other tightly, you wrap one leg around me to hold my softening penis still inside you.

Looking into your eyes, smiling, I lavish all the sunshine beaming out from you. I kiss you again, soflty, warmly. Our lips fuse as we drift into a light slumber together.



First Date



I met Lisa through an internet dating service. After e-mailing back and forth for a few weeks and talking on the telephone, we both decided it was time to meet in person. We seemed to have a lot in common and maybe it was a relationship worth pursuing.

She lived forty miles away and I drove there to meet her. When I first saw her I couldn’t believe it. I knew she was pretty from the photos she sent me, but she looked even better in person. She kissed me on the cheek and said it was nice to finally meet me. I said the same. 

“You’re much cuter in real life than in your pictures,” Lisa said. 

We went out to dinner that night. We talked and talked about all kinds of things, but there wasn’t much flirting going on and I was beginning to think she wasn’t interested in me. However, after dinner, she asked if I’d like to stop over her place for a while. I followed her in my car to her apartment. When we got there, we sat on the couch and began to kiss. She began to kiss my neck and ears, which drives me crazy. Then she reach down and started to stroke my hardening cock through my pants. 

“Hey, big boy,” she laughed. “Looks like someone wants to come out and play.”

“Lisa, maybe we should head to the bedroom,” I suggested.

“I don’t know. It is our first date.” she said.

“Umm, ok... maybe you’re right.” I said. I was more than a little disappointed.

She started to laugh. “C’mon, I was only kidding. Let’s go,” she said and led me to her bedroom.

I began to remove her shirt and bra while she was busy taking off her jeans. I leaned down and began to kiss her neck and moved my way down to her breasts. I kissed and sucked on each nipple while she moaned. She was nearly naked except for her thong panties. I kneeled down in front of her and with both of my hands slowly slid them down her soft legs. Kissing her thigh, I moved upward until my mouth was at her pussy. It was shaved except for a small patch of hair above her clit. I kissed it lightly and stood up. 

It didn’t take long for me to remove my shirt. Lisa had pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time and her mouth had found my stiff cock. She was going at it like a mad woman. She gripped my ass cheeks and took as much of my cock down her throat as she could. I had to stop her before I came down her throat. 

We got onto the bed and I positioned my cock at her pussy. She was soaking wet. With little resistance, I shoved my cock deep into her pussy. Once again, she was grabbing my ass, trying to pull me in even deeper. I slowed down my strokes and pulled my cock nearly all the way out, before putting it back in her. 

“Oh, fuck me, come on and fuck me hard,” she screamed.

I started going faster and faster. I was about to come myself when she slowed down. 

“I want on top,” she told me.

We switched positions and she sat on my cock. I let her do all the work and soon she was coming. Hearing her orgasm triggered my own.

“I’m coming too, baby,” I said.

“Oh yeah, come inside my pussy right now, ooh, I’m coming,” Lisa screamed.

With a couple of final thrusts upward I came too with several spurts and filled her pussy.

“You came a lot. I can feel it dripping out of my pussy,” she said as she slid slowly up and down on my softening cock. “That’s so hot. You want to know what gets me even hotter?”

“What’s that?”

She paused for a second. “Maybe I’ll tell you later. Let’s just rest for a moment.”

We laid there for a few moments in total silence, except for our pounding hearts and labored breathing. Our bodies were covered in sweat.

“Wanna take a shower,” Lisa said, breaking the silence.

“I thought you’d never asked,” I replied.

In the shower, we soaped up our bodies completely. I kneeled down, even though the water was hitting me in the face I lathered up her legs and ass. She did the same to me, but when she was soaping me up, she put her fingers between my ass cheeks and gently rubbed my asshole.

“Have to clean every inch of you,” she explained.

After rinsing off the soap, we dried each other off and went back to her bedroom. I laid down on my back as she began to kiss my chest. She worked her way down past my abs and found my cock. Instead of attacking it as she did earlier, she slowly licked from the top to the its base, kissing and licking gently it all the way down. She did the same to my balls, taking them in her hand and kissing each one. 

“And now for something completely different. I want you to pull your knees toward your chest.”

I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but I did as she asked and in doing so exposed my asshole to her. She placed her hands on my ass cheeks and pulled them apart wider still.

“Mmmm, baby, I’m going to tongue your sweet ass. Has anyone ever down that to you?”

“No, nev–uuuggggghhhhh.” Before I could finish, she was stabbing my asshole with her tiny tongue. I knew what a rim job was and had licked plenty of other girls’ asses, but this was the first time it had been done to me. She worked her tongue in and out until I thought I was going to come again. After a few minutes of licking my ass, she raised her head. I could feel cool air on my asshole.

“Let’s fuck now,” she said and pulled my legs down and quickly sat on my cock. As she moved up and down she lowered her head to mine and looked me in the eyes. “Kiss me?” she asked. I didn’t really want to, but I couldn’t refuse her and the tongue that was just in my ass was in my mouth. Just her tongue in my mouth caused me to come immediately, filling her up again. She came too, and collapsed on top of me.

“I’ve never licked anybody’s ass on the first date before,” Lisa said. “I can hardly believe I did that. Did you like it?”

“Sure, it was pretty awesome. Is that what you were talking about before, you know, that thing that gets you really hot?”

“No, that wasn’t it, but it does get me hot.”

“What was it then?”

“Well, if you really what to know, I think really it’s really sexy when a guy goes down on a girl after sex.”

“You mean after the guy comes inside her?”

“Yeah, and licks up his own come. That really gets me going. Have you ever down that before?”

“No, not yet at least. Maybe that can wait for our second date.”

“Good idea. I can’t wait,” Lisa whispered in my ear.

“Some first date, huh?” she asked me.

“The best ever,” I said. 



First Date



As I rang the doorbell to your apartment, I could hardly contain my excitement for the coming evening. This was going to be our first date after all of our conversations on the phone. I had dressed casual as you requested, wearing a nice T-shirt tucked into my jeans. As you opened the door, I couldn't tear my eyes off of you. 

You were standing there wearing the tightest jeans I had seen, with a loose buttoned up shirt that you only had buttoned far enough to barely cover your black tank top. You were gorgeous, your deep red hair framing your face as the rest of it rested on your shoulders. I couldn't take my eyes off of your shirt and the way it barely concealed your large breasts. 

You gave me a cute smile and asked if I was ready. I was ready alright, but not ready to leave, I was ready to take you right there in the doorway. I could feel my hard-on raging as you went over and bent to pick up your coat. Damn, what an ass! My cock was hard against my jeans now but I knew I had to contain myself until after dinner at least. You turned around and looked at me, your eyes looking up and down my body. 

"You know what, would you like to grab an appetizer here before we go" you asked looking slyly at me.

I knew you had caught my hard-on showing through my jeans. You walked over to me and threw your arms around me to kiss me. I didn't wait for you to start before I pulled you close and began kissing you. I tried to hold back my lust as I kissed you gently. I used my tongue and parted your lips slipping into your mouth as our kiss deepened. My tongue thrust inside your mouth exploring every part of it. I pulled you tight against me assuring that you felt my hardness. My mouth clung tight to yours as our tongues twisted around each other.

I reached down with one hand and grabbed your ass, squeezing it as my mouth continued to play with yours. You let out a soft moan as I start to kiss you all over. I kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck. I softly trailed my mouth down your neck to your shoulders, pulling back your outer shirt to expose them. My mouth moved between your shoulder blade and your neck, gently using my teeth to softly bite and suck at your soft skin. You moaned out my name and pulled my head closer to your body as I moved my head down to your breasts. 

You unbuttoned your shirt and pulled it off exposing your tank top. I ran my hands up your body and squeezed your breasts through your shirt making you moan louder. You reached down and lifted your shirt up and off exposing your beautifully large breasts. I immediately moved my mouth to your nipples taking them in my mouth one at a time. I started sucking on them until they stood out erect.

I used my hands to massage your breasts and squeeze them together so that I could put both nipples in my mouth. I sucked, teased and nibbled at your nipples. You pulled my head so tight against you I almost couldn’t breath, but I didn’t care, I was too busy enjoying you. I reached down and undid your jeans pulling them down your sexy legs. 

As I pulled your jeans down, I got even more excited. You weren’t wearing any underwear. As I moved my head down your body, I found myself staring at the sweetest looking shaved pussy I had seen. Your pussy was already soaked and begging for some attention. I leaned forward on my knees and softly ran my tongue over your soaked pussy lips. Your hands shot down and grabbed my head trying to push me into you, but I didn’t want to move that fast. I reached and grabbed your arms slowly pulling you down to the floor. 

As you descended to the floor lying on your back, my mouth again sought your pussy. This time though, I parted your thighs with both hands giving me full access to your lips. I kissed my way down your left thigh and stopped just before your pussy. I let my tongue run all around it, flicking your opening every few seconds with the tip of my tongue. Again you reached down and grabbed my head begging me to eat you. 

This time I was ready. I spread your lips apart with my fingers shoved my tongue inside you. The taste of your pussy juice drove me crazy, I began to suck and lick your pussy harder now. Biting at your cunt lips ever so gently so as give you extreme pleasure, but not hurt you. My hands slid under your ass and cupped your cheeks drawing you up tighter to my mouth. I began to rub my face against your pussy, letting my nose rub hard against your clit and the upper wall of your pussy. You were bucking hard against me with every rub.

I was sucking at you hard now, drinking up every bit of juice you were letting out. You were moaning and bucking uncontrollably against my face now making it hard to stay in you, but I did, and it soon paid off. I could feel your body start to convulse as you flooded my mouth with cum. I drank every bit of it up feverishly.

As your body was settling down, I moved my mouth up to yours and gave you a deep hard kiss. You cupped your hands around my face and held my mouth tight to yours as your tongue ran wildly in my mouth tasting any bit of cum left in my mouth. As we kissed, my hand slid down and found your pussy and began to play with your lips. It was still very soaked, so it was nice and slick as my fingers slowly moved in and out. You spread your legs a little further apart giving me a better opening. 

In and out my fingers went, I had four fingers in you and was rubbing your clit with my thumb. Faster and faster my hand went in and out. Faster and harder, in and out my hand dove repeatedly into your pussy. You started biting at my lips and tongue gently but frenzied as you reached another orgasm. Pretty soon your pussy exploded hard with juice, flooding my hand and soaking the carpet we were laying on. You gave me a deep kiss and then pushed me off of you and rolled me onto my back.

“It’s my turn to eat now.” you said in a lusty voice.

You pulled off my shirt and threw it across the room, then moved down and unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down at the same time in one motion. I was wearing a pair of leopard print boxers, but they didn’t hide my raging hard-on, which stood hard and ready for attention. 

You looked up at me and smiled as you pulled my boxers down off of me leaving me naked before you. Your mouth moved down to my thighs and started kissing its way to my cock. You grabbed my cock with your hands and started to lick the tip of it with your tongue, slowly moving your tongue all around my shaft. It was all I could not to blow my wad right away; it felt so damn good. You wrapped your lips around my tip and started to descend on me pushing my shaft all the way into your mouth. You took me all in and then paused, letting out and evil sounding chuckle that tickled my shaft and sent pleasure through me that was unfathomable. 

Then you started fucking my cock with your mouth, fast. Faster and faster your mouth went up and down my shaft I watched as your head bobbed up and down. I couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“I’m cumming!” I warned as my body tensed up and shot your mouth full of my hot cum. You sucked and licked every ounce of cum off my dick then moved up to kiss me. This time it was my turn, I cupped my hands around your face and pulled your mouth to mine. My tongue sought out yours as we lost ourselves in a deep hard kiss. 

We kissed each for a good 10 minutes just enjoying each other’s taste. As we kissed, I moved you around on me so that your pussy was almost on top of my already hardening cock. You could feel the hardness growing against you and reached down to help it along with your hand. You rubbed my balls and cock with your hand bringing me to another hard erection. You got up off of me and repositioned yourself so that your pussy was right above my rock hard cock. 

I could already see your pussy glistening with wetness as you slowly descended your body onto my cock. I reached down and helped guide myself into you. Your pussy felt so hot and wet wrapped around my dick. Slowly you took me inside you until I was completely in. We paused for a moment enjoying the feeling. Then you went right in riding me hard. I watched your breasts and wild red hair as they bounced and thrashed about with every hard thrust. 

Up and down you went; faster and faster until your pussy juice was running down my cock. I reached up and grabbed your breasts and massaged them as we fucked together. I didn’t want to cum this way though, I wanted to take control and make us cum together. I rolled you over onto the floor and told you get on your hands and knees. I positioned myself behind you and slid myself into you. You were so wet; I slid right into you. I grabbed your ass with both hands and started thrusting hard into you. 

I used my hands to move your body against me to meet my trusts making them harder and deeper. Faster and faster I fucked you, in and out, faster and faster. Your body rocked back and forth as your breasts swung wildly with every hard thrust. We were fucking so hard we were both sweating. I kept thrusting in and out of you, until I could feel myself about to cum. I reached down and began to play with your clit as I continued to thrust. You were moaning and panting loudly, which only brought my orgasm faster.

“I’m about to cum!” I panted.

“Me too!” you panted back. 

Then it happened I felt your body start to spasm in orgasm just as I erupted in orgasm. I held you tight to me as our bodies orgasmed together. We fell together in each other’s arms on the floor holding each other tight. After we had settled down, our hunger for actual food set in. Reluctantly we decided we had better eat. We both got up and got dressed to go. 

As we left for the restaurant, my mind was already thinking about the activities that would surely follow dinner. Your sexy smile as we left let me know I wasn’t the only one thinking about it.



First Date



At 9:07, you entered the bar dressed as I had told you. You are simply dressed in a blouse, pleated skirt that falls just above the knee, lace top thigh-high stockings, heels, and panties. You were seven minutes late and you will pay for it later. Finding a seat at the bar, with your back to the door you order a drink. Looking around the room, you quickly eye the men there, trying to decide if I am there. Not wanting to appear too bold, you quickly abandon the search and sit quietly sipping your drink. Before you know it a half an hour has slipped away and you wonder if you’ve been stood up. 

“Meet me outside in 2 minutes,” you hear someone say behind you. Without turning around you nod your head. Exactly two minutes later you go outside into the parking lot. 

“Come here,” I call to you from the shadows at the far end of the lot. Gathering your courage with a deep breath, you walk right up to me. Grabbing your arm, I turn you around quickly so that you are facing the hood of a car and I am behind you. Pushing you against the car, my hand presses on your upper back, forcing you to bend over the car’s hood as your skirt rides higher on your ass. My hand finds your stocking covered thigh and ever so slowly slides upwards under your skirt to your panty-covered pussy. Removing my hand from your back, I use my fingers to pull your damp panties to the side, exposing your already slick, pouty pussy lips. My fingers easily spread your lips as my other hand pushes a small oval object into your pussy. I move your panties back to recover your pussy before smoothing your skirt and having you stand. I tell you that you are now to go back inside, have another drink and that you will then dance while I watch.

Without looking back, you head straight back into the bar. A few moments later I enter the bar and am pleased to see that you have ordered a drink and found a spot on the dance floor. I watch as you move your body to the music. As the songs go on you dance yourself into a wild frenzy, taking the opportunity to cool down and enjoy your drink during the slow dances. Then, it takes a second or two but you realize what that small oval I had placed inside of you is. The vibrating bullet awakens as I switch on the remote control. No one around you can feel it or hear it. No one needs to. The speed is controlled by the remote that I have in my hand. You begin to understand that the more uninhibited you are the longer I let the egg vibrate. Between the drinks and the bullet, your head and your body continue to buzz. 

Just as things are heating up, I walk to you and simply say, “Let’s go,” as I click off the bullet. Outside, I open the passenger door of my car and you climb inside. I lean across you and fasten your seatbelt before taking your hands and placing your palms high on the inside of your thighs at the top of your stockings. I tell you that you are not to move your hands or your fingers for any reason. I remind you that you are not to speak unless I directly ask you a question and that under no circumstances are you to scream. I ask if you understand and you simply nod your head. I climb into the driver seat and begin to pull on my leather driving gloves. Once on, I take my leather covered hand and slide the back of my fingers down your soft cheek and across your lips, I hear your breath catch in your throat as I click the bullet back on again.

It seems like it takes far too long to finally arrive at the room that I’ve prepared for us but we finally do arrive. As soon as we enter the room, the fun finally begins. I have you remove your blouse and your skirt before having you kneel at the foot of the bed. I then secure your hands into fur lined leather cuffs, attach them together and secure them to the top of the bed so that you are stretched over the top of the bed. In front of your face I place a rubber ball with leather straps attached to it as I tell you that you will have to wear this gag if I hear the slightest sound from you. Leaving it for you to look at, I remind you that you had agreed to be completely obedient to me but somehow you managed to show up seven minutes late and you were now to be punished for your tardiness. 

It starts with the feel of the feather. I slowly drag the most exquisite feeling female ostrich feather over your back. The feeling is like nothing else as the soft, fine plume tickles your skin and begins to bring the blood to the surface of your skin. I ever so slowly drag the plume over every inch of your naked flesh from your wrists to your thighs. After several minutes, it’s time to change to a flogger. I start with my rabbit fur flogger. The thin strips of leopard rabbit fur excite your skin as the fur is dragged over your skin before being teasingly slapped along your back and thighs. Your skin feels so electrified as the blood continues to the surface of your skin. 

Your anticipation heightens as I begin to work the deerskin flogger over your back and your thighs as the bullet inside continues to hum when I switch it on every so often. The deer leather straps drag across your naked back. The straps of my flogger caress your back, your arms, and your sides teasing you. Then those same teasing straps crash against your panty clad ass again and again. Eventually, I pull your panties into the crack of your ass, exposing your cheeks and putting just a tiny bit of pressure on your womanhood. Even at a full swing the softer than cashmere flogger is just a tease, a taste of what is to… cum. Accidentally, on purpose, the tips of the flogger occasionally find their way between your legs and just kiss your swollen covered lips sending shockwaves through your body.

Then just as one of those accidental strikes land between your legs you finally feel it. You finally feel what you have been so carefully prepared for. You finally feel the sting of my real leather flogger on your now sensitized skin. The shock of the intensity change causes you to gasp and I immediately stop to fit the gag into your mouth. Once secured, I proceed to work the serious flogger over your body. I alternate between soft smacks were the sides of several straps hit you at one time and much harder ones where just the tips contact your skin. At times I pause to caress the newly stung flesh with my leather-covered palms and on occasion, my gloved hand lands with a sting on your reddening ass cheeks. 

The stinging pain is ever so quickly replaced by a burning desire. You long for the next touch of the leather on your skin. Another hot sting of the leather is ironically the only thing that soothes the heat. When I am satisfied that your backside has reached the desired redness it is time for a chance of position. I quickly reposition you so that you are on your back, your wrists still secured above your head and your thighs secured out 90 degrees to your body. This time I add a blindfold so that you can anticipate what will happen to you rather than see it. You are a lovely vision lying there before me. Your hair splayed out, your wrists bound; thighs pulled out to the side, your stockings and heels, mmm and oh yes, those ever so damp panties.

As before, the sensation teasing begins with the feather caressing your body followed by the other toys. This time however a few new surprises await you. After I have whipped your nipples to attention they are sucked into my eager mouth, but just long enough to get them even harder if that is possible. Immediately upon leaving my mouth, they are clamped. My lips find your neck and kiss and bite at it sending shivers down your body as my hand makes soft lazy circles on your lower belly. Occasionally, as I suck at your neck I pull sharply on the front of your panties, pulling then tight across your swollen clit.

Finally, I remove your blindfold so you can see what is now about to happen to you. You immediately see the large candle that had been burning on the nightstand in my hand as the bullet comes to life inside of you again. You see it tipped over your belly just seconds before you feel the splash of hot wax hit just above your navel. I continue to drop the wax, moving up your sternum between your breasts. I immediately move the falling wax to cover each nipple as I remove the clamp. The combination of the blood rushing to your nipples and the hot wax immediately hardening on your poor nipples provokes quite a reaction from you. My pulling your panties into your crotch at the same time further drives you crazy.

Moving lower, my fingers find your slit, clearly outlined through your wet panties and my finger begins to push your panties inside you. I finger fuck you through your panties as the candle again begins to tip, this time aimed at the top of your panties. As the panties get deeper inside of you, the wax gets closer and closer to, mmm.

As you calm yourself enough, I remove the gag from your mouth. After giving you a few moments to savor the relief in the jaw, I decide that it is time to stretch your jaw again. Grabbing your hair, I guide your head to my throbbing cock and slip it past your lips. The sexual hunger you feel is obvious from the way that you try to devour my cock. Within a few moments of your eager ministrations, I have to pull myself away.

Two quick tugs on your panties leave you in only your stocking and heels. There is a river running from your pussy down over your asshole. Oh the choices I have. I decide that right now I want to taste you and lower my lips to your throbbing pussy. The touch of my lips and tongue to your pussy is nothing less than an electric shock that races through your body. My mouth explores your lips, your clit and teases and probes your hole. My teeth pull at your lips and I suck your clitty into my mouth as the egg deep inside of you purrs. I take advantage of all of the lubrication and slip my thumb into your pussy and push my finger against your anus slowly pushing it inside. My tongue laps at you as my finger probes deeper opening your hole until a second finger is able to be added.

After you adjust to two fingers it is time for the plug. Removing my fingers, I slip the butt plug past your sphincter and bury it deep inside of you. I slowly fuck your ass with the plug as my tongue continues its job. 

Finally it is time to completely fill you. I pull the egg from inside of you and take my place between your legs, rubbing my cock along your dripping slit. I slip the head just between your lips letting you feel what is about to happen. Then, ever so slowly I push deeper into you until my shaved balls are resting against your asshole. I pause for just a minute savoring the tight, hot, wetness of your pussy. Then just as slowly I pull my cock almost all of the way out before quickly slamming it all of the way back into you. From then on I vary my strokes between deep and shallow strokes, some slow and some fast before settling into a rhythm that includes a circular rotation of my hips. I can feel the plug inside of your ass as I slide in and out of your pussy. It isn’t long before I erupt deep inside of you.

Pulling out of you, I undo the restraints on your thighs allowing you to close your legs. The butt plug remains inside of you keeping your hole stretched for later. The ball gag is removed and I slowly begin to remove the hardened wax from your body. Once the wax is fully removed I apply some lotion into my hands. I warm it between my palms before massaging it into your chest, belly and thighs. I release your hands, not from the cuffs but from the ropes that hold the cuffs. Rolling you over, I massage more lotion into your shoulders, arms, back, ass and thighs as I tell you what a great time I had and how hot you made me. Pulling a comforter around us, I lie next you and hold you while we get some much needed rest.

You wake as you feel my hands on your body, exploring you. Once you are awake, I have you kneel on the bed as I attach your wrist cuffs to your thigh cuffs, crossing your arms beneath you. Your breasts and face are on the bed. Standing behind you I take hold of the butt plug and twist it inside of you before pulling it in and out of you a few times, fucking your ass with it. I reinsert the egg into your pussy as I completely remove the plug, leaving your anus gaping wide. The plug is replaced, this time by my lubed cock. As my cock pushes into your asshole, I grab your hair and click on the egg inside of your pussy. I have positioned your hands so that you are able to touch your pussy and I encourage you to do so. Your fingers rub over your clit as my cock slides in and out of your tight asshole. I pace myself but before long I feel my scrotum tighten and the pressure begin to build. Pulling sharply on your hair I begin to cum. I allow my cock to go limp inside of you before pulling it out with a small pop. You have done well and I am proud of you.



First Date



Angelica was nervous... standing in front of her mirror she inspected herself critically. What was reflected was not exactly what she saw. Anyone else looking at her would see a very attractive 5'7" young lady of 21 years, auburn-tinted brown curls framing her face charmingly, slim curves wrapped in a little black dress. But, looking herself over, Angelica mostly just thought that she'd maybe done her make-up a little too heavy, her legs were too short and she wished that her face wasn't so round. She completely missed the humorous sparkle in her hazel eyes, the intriguing slight flush in her cheeks, and the fact that most guys would probably be falling happily into the cleavage her 34D's created if they were allowed to. On the whole, however, she wasn't displeased with her appearance, it was just that she was so nervous.

This would be her first real official date with Bryant, before this everything they'd done together had been with groups. Parties, get-togethers, friendly type things... although they had both known that they were attracted to each other it just hadn't happened. There was another reason for her nervousness... for her entire life she'd had a bit of a thing for dark-skinned men who were taller than her, and at 6'4" big black man, a year older than her, with a linebacker's broad shoulders he certainly fit the bill. Just being around him made her want to check herself in a mirror to make sure that she looked her best, it was sheer animal attraction. The past few times they'd been together in the group settings he'd run his hands over her back, waist, shoulders, sides... just about anything that wouldn't be considered lewd and rude to do with an audience. It had made her extremely excited, very wet and very anxious. 

The doorbell rang and she dashed down the stairs, almost stumbling and falling. That would be just like her, finally out on a date with a guy that she not only really liked but was incredibly sexually attracted to (the combination didn't occur that often for her), and she'd break her leg falling down the stairs or something. Smoothing her dress over her body, she tried to catch her breath before opening the door, a brilliant (and nervous) smile planted on her pretty face.

Bryant looked good... so tall with navy pants and a tan colored shirt, emphasizing his dark skin and the light brown of his eyes. He in turn was looking over her with a very pleased expression, from the top of her curly head down to the 2" heels (FINALLY a guy she could wear whatever heels she wanted and still be shorter than) and back up to meet her excited hazel eyes.

"You look beautiful," the compliment in his deep voice made her want to melt into a puddle in front of him, and she flushed deeply.

"Um, You look good too," she couldn't quite meet his eye, but looked at him out of the corner of his as his grin got even wider. Kicking herself for being a completely inept moron she had no idea that he thought her obvious nerves were incredibly cute, and actually rather sexy. Sometimes it was just nice to be around a girl who didn't take for granted that you thought she was the most wonderful thing in the world, that was one of the things that had initially attracted him to Angelica. She was innately humble without being bitter or completely insecure. Taking her arm courteously, he led her to the car where he opened the door for her, taking note of the slight blush that accompanied that as well. Shaking his head at all the other guys that hadn't treated her like a lady, he got into the car and they went to the restaurant.

Dinner was wonderful, a little out of the way REAL Mexican place with incredibly spicy black beans that made her gulp water frantically as Bryant chuckled at her, pulling apart bits of tortilla for her to use to try and quench the fire in her throat. Gently he teased her about it throughout the meal, and eventually she started responding and making jokes back rather than just blushing and wishing she could hide. 

It was possibly the best date she'd ever been on in her entire life, she thought happily as he escorted her back out to the car. The drive home was companionable, just occasionally talking but when there was silence it wasn't at all awkward. Just comfortable, everything was just perfect... and she smiled at him from the passenger side of the car.

He walked her up to her door, and they paused for a moment... the first awkward moment of the evening. Smiling, hesitantly they both started to say something and then stopped, and laughed, looking away and then back up at each other. Slowly, a little hesitantly, he lowered his head, looking into her eyes for permission, and she tilted her lips up to meet his. A gentle kiss, with just their lips touching... and then his hand slid along her shoulder, pulling her a little closer their mouths opened and their tongues met. Angelica felt dizzy with giddiness, small and delicate and very feminine as the much larger guy wrapped her up in his arms. They were clinging to each other, passionately kissing, his hands were running up and down her back to grip her ass as hers pulled his head closer. Moving her body in response to his caresses, she could feel his hard dick pressing up against her front.

Fuck it... this might be their first real date but they'd been seeing each other for quite awhile now... pulling away she looked up at him, chest heaving a little as she drew in deep breaths, "Do you want to come inside?"

His brown eyes lit up and he whispered, "Yeessss...." lowering his mouth to hers again as one of her hands fumbled for the doorknob. Picking her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist - skirt hiking up nearly to her hips - he carried her inside. Giggling against his mouth she felt almost intoxicated even though she hadn't had a thing to drink that night. Going up the stairs was fun, she bounced and rubbed against him, feeling his hard dick pressing into her underwear. Her skirt had ridden up so far that it was completely useless - not that she wanted it to be useful at this point. Angelica was so wet that Bryant could actually feel her juices as they soaked the crotch of his pants, he was rubbing along her panties as they moved towards the bedroom, their tongues twining in each other's mouths.

Angelica giggled as he lowered her onto the bed, reaching forward to begin sliding his shirt up over his head. She marveled at the creaminess of her skin against his dark stomach and chest as her hands traveled up his body. Pulling his shirt over his head she looked up and felt very small as he stood over her. Gentle hands clasped her shoulders and then began pulling the straps down, making her gasp as her breasts were bared to him and he stopped the movement of her dress to caress them for a moment. Looking down she could see his black hands on her breasts and was awed at the beauty of the contrast. For himself, Bryant loved the way his darker skin looked against her smooth pale breasts, the way they accentuated the pinkess of her hard nipples. Tweaking one of those pink cherries he listened to her moan and she pressed her chest forward at him. Taking this as encouragement for more he knelt in front of her, between her legs and sucked one budding nipple into his mouth.

Shivering and moaning Angelica held his head against her chest as he suckled, sending wonderfully erotic tingles straight to her pussy. Her hazel eyes glowed as they took in the sight of his dark lips against her breast, creamy white skin and pink areola engulfed by one large black hand. When he took his head away from her breast she sighed a little in disappointment, and then moaned her pleasure as he took the other nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on it. Heat between her legs was building as he played her body, his touch becoming firmer and less gentle... her pussy was leaking so much fluid she was sure that her panties had to be soaked through by now. 

Pressing her back gently he began rolling the dress down off her hips, and she leaned back on her elbows and lifted her butt so that he could pull it completely off her. Now she was leaning back with her perky breasts out and nipples pointing straight up, her black satin panties were obviously wet on her crotch.

"Black panties," he smiled at her, "means a girl wants to have sex."

She smiled back, her eyes twinkling and excited, "Oh yes, it absolutely does."

Reaching forward she began to unbutton his pants and his hands caressed her hair and shoulders, trailing fingers over the top of her breasts, as she began pulling his own jeans off of him. Under his boxers a thick pole sprung completely up and forward and she marveled at the size of it, pulling his pants down quickly and then following with the boxers. He was huge, easily the biggest guy she'd ever been with... 10 thick inches long and she felt her mouth watering at the sight of him. Bryant enjoyed her look of awe, and the reverent way her hand lifted up to grip around him, his thickness so great that she just managed to get her fingers to touch around his circumference. Sliding her hand up and down the thick shaft she watched her pale hand move over that great black snake, making the man in front of her moan and press forward. A few drops of whiteness, even more obvious against the darkness of his dick, iced the tip of his head and she leaned forward and her pink tongue darted out against that black tip to lick those sweet drops. Moaning he pressed his hips towards that pink pouty mouth as her tongue lashed against the dark and slightly purpled head. 

Opening her mouth Angelica sat forward even more and wrapped her lips around his head, sucking the thick meat and then beginning to slide her mouth down his shaft. Bryant though she looked gorgeous with his black dick against her pink lips, one white hand around the base of his shaft and then other pressed on his hips for leverage. Even with all her efforts she was only able to fit a little over half his length into her mouth before he was too much for her to swallow... but oh how wonderful that length felt for him. Tongue sliding along his length as she moved her head back and forth, her hand gripping his base firmly and moving in rhythm with those perfect lips. In fact, it felt so good that he could feel his balls tightening and he began pressing his hips against her.

Moving hard and fast he actually managed to work another inch into her mouth, Angelica could feel herself gagging a little but tried to maintain her rhythm, slurping hard on his thick stick. Squeezing the base of his dick she brought her other hand underneath to cup his balls and begin to tug on them gently but firmly while his hands gripped her shoulders hard. She could feel his fingertips digging into her skin and she began to swirl her tongue around his head, teasing the most sensitive part of his dick as she sucked and began to make soft moaning noises. When she began to make noise Bryant could feel vibrations tingling all along the length of his shaft and he shuddered. Thrusting one last time into her sweet and talented mouth, he went his deepest yet as he began to cum. Continuing to pull on his balls she swallowed frantically, trying to get every last drop down her greedy throat. He was creamy and sweet on her tongue and she continued to suck as he began softening slightly in her mouth. 

Running his hands through her hair he looked down at her pretty face where her pink lips were still wrapped around his black cock, "That was fantastic..." He pulled her up to him so that she was standing and then picked her up and tossed her into the middle of the bed. Angelica giggled as he pounced on top of her and began kissing her deeply, quickly moving from her lips down her neck and then to her collarbone. Kissing down the middle of her breasts he began making little circles on her skin with the tip of his tongue, his hands busily kneading the firm flesh of her globes. The tips of his fingers rubbed gently over her erect nipples and she moaned and arched her back. Sucking one nipple into his mouth he bit down immediately, watching her face as she cried out in ecstatic pain and passion. Moving his mouth to the other little bud he sank his teeth into that one as well and squeezed hard with his fingers, digging the tips into her soft flesh. 

Watching as he moved down her body Angelica still couldn't get over the beauty of their contrasting skin tones, all the more apparent when he began sliding off her underwear and her smooth mound came into view. Bryant's eyes were glued to those pink pussy lips, slightly parted with her clit peeking out at him, like a treasure just barely glinting in the light. Running his hands up her creamy legs he used his thumb to rub that little bud and watched her hips jerk in response. He couldn't believe how sexy his dark skin looked against that pink, gleaming wetness... his dick got hard as he thought about how erotic it would look when he buried himself in her body. 

For now he dove into that gorgeous oasis, headfirst. The first contact of his tongue against her wetness made Angelica shriek and shudder, feeling like a jolt of electricity was running through her body. Lapping and sucking, nibbling at that tender area he quickly had her juices sliding down her as crack to soak the sheets underneath her. Pulling his head back for a moment he watched as two of his fingers slid into her hole, blackness against pale pink and cream. She moaned as he entered her for the first time, his fingers stretching her tight hole so wonderfully and when she looked down to see that dark hand against her pussy it just made the experience even more arousing. Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy he lowered his head to lick all around his hand, nibbling on the lips of her labia and finally sucking her clit into his mouth. As he crooked his fingers to rub against the bumpy surface of her g-spot he got the pleasure of watching as she thrashed above him, crying out as she came. 

Juices spilled into his mouth as the sexy girl before him heaved and clutched at the sheets, breasts bobbling while she bucked. He kept her clit in his mouth the entire time, still sucking as her movements slowed and her breathing returned to normal. When she moaned low in her throat he finally moved off her pussy, pulling his fingers from their haven and lay on top of her. Angelica reached up to pull him down to her, kissing him and tasting her juices on his lips and tongue. She felt soft and vulnerable beneath him and his dick was at its hardest as it rubbed wetly along her thigh, seeking out that glorious tightness that his fingers had just been lodged in. 

As she felt him moving to get into position Angelica pulled her head back from his kiss, "I want to watch," she whispered. With a few adjustments Angelica was mostly sitting up, propped against the headboard of the bed, and one of her legs was resting on Bryant's shoulder. Fortunately she was very flexible or it never would have worked. They both watched as he slid the head of his dick up and down her pink slit, and then finally began to press into her hole. 

It looked so sexy, his darkness disappearing into her pinkness and Angelica thought she would cum just from watching. Biting her lip against a moan as he stretched her tight hole, filling her more than she ever had been filled before, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic sight of his black spear disappearing into her pale body. Bryant was just as taken with the view as she was, and he had an even better angle from which to watch her actually stretching open to receive him. It looked like a long black sausage being stuffed into a very small hot dog bun. If hot dog buns were ever pink. When he finally pressed his hips against her, her leg straining against his chest, he moaned in pleasure. 

Starting to thrust, Angelica thought she was going to faint from the incredible feelings sweeping through her. He filled her so completely, so intensely, and his body rubbed against her erect clit every time their groins touched. Reaching up behind her head she gripped the headboard for more support as he started to really pound at her pussy, roughly and wonderfully moving inside of her body. Her breasts were thrust out before her by the positioning of her arms and Bryant leaned forward to suck one tempting nipple into his mouth as he continued to fuck her. Pleasure seemed to be consuming her, from her breasts to her pussy, spreading everywhere as he moved. There didn't even seem to be any straining in her leg despite the fact that he had moved forward... and this new position allowed him to delve even deeper into her.

Suddenly Bryant had slipped her leg off his shoulder and pulled her up on top of him so that she was literally sitting on his dick. He was kneeling on the bed, allowing him to continue to thrust hard into her pussy as she began to ride him. One nipple was lodged securely in his mouth, one arm around her waist held her tight and his other hand was playing with her other breast. With both her hands on his shoulders Angelica started to fuck him hard, really grinding her body against him, feeling his dick explore new territories in her pussy, stretching open new places that had been previously unused. 

As he began to move even more powerfully and forcefully against her, Angelica started moving her hips in a circular motion, crying out as her clit ground against his body and his dick rubbed against her g-spot. Bryant wrapped both his arms around her waist and fucked her hard as she began convulsing and moaning, her pussy rippled around his dick as she came. Angelica was in the midst of the biggest orgasm of her life, her pussy felt completely full and tight as she shook, clenching him in a tight grip. His arms around her just increased her ecstasy as her shaking body just ground her clit even more roughly against him.

Finally Bryant couldn't take it any more as she looked and sounded so sexy on top of him... suddenly Angelica was on her back with Bryant thrusting incredibly hard on top of her and she screamed her ecstasy. With the bucking screaming girl beneath him there was no way he could hold out for very long, five hard and wonderful thrusts and then gasped as he began cumming in that spasming pussy. She felt incredible around him, massaging his dick as jet after jet of cum shot into her body. Angelica was on her third and most intense orgasm, tears actually leaking from her eyes as her nails dug into his shoulders. 

Bryant collapsed on top of her, enjoying the feel of her continuing to shudder and twitch underneath him. She sighed in happiness, feeling her pussy convulse a few more times and then finally completely relax around his soft dick. Kissing her gently he smiled down at her, and she pursed her lips for another kiss which he willingly gave.

After another few minutes of kissing Angelica pushed him up. Looking down at her inquiringly, she giggled and said, "I think we definitely need another date."

"Yeah well, you know what they say..." she arched her eyebrow at him flirtatiously as he grinned down at her, "Once you go black, you never go back."

Pressing his lips against hers, she could feel his hips shift slightly as he began to grow inside her. It was going to be a good night... and a very promising start to a good relationship.



First Date



David and Courtney met online. After reading Courtney's profile, David emailed her in order to get to know her better. They swapped pictures and emailed back and forth for a couple of weeks, and then they started talking on the phone. There was an instant connection. After a week of phone calls, David asked Courtney out on a date, which she gladly accepted.

They both enjoyed movies, and since Courtney had a large library, she suggested they stay in, cook dinner and watch a movie at her place. David thought this was a great idea, so he showed up at her place around 6:00pm on Saturday night bearing groceries.

He cooked a delicious chicken pesto dish with pasta, complete with white wine. They ate at the kitchen table, sharing good conversation and getting to know each other even more. After they were done eating, they moved to the couch to watch a movie.

Courtney went through her collection and chose one of her favorite romantic comedies. She put in the DVD and rushed excitedly to the couch, sitting next to David and snuggling up against him with her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, and they began to watch.

About half-way through the movie, Courtney sat up, holding her lower back. "Are you okay," David asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My back is a little stiff, though."

"Here," he said as he put one leg along the back of the couch and pulling her hips straight into his. "Let's see if I can help."

He began to massage her lower back using his fingertips and knuckles. He could feel how tense she was, but he didn't put too much pressure. He knew just how much to apply to help her relax. He worked his thumbs up the middle of her back and she let out a sigh. "That feels really good," she said, melting into his hands.

His hands made their way up to her shoulders, which he squeezed gently and rubbed firmly. Her head fell backward as she moaned slightly. The movie was just background noise by now. The massage was her whole world at this moment and she loved it.

She leaned back into him further and he brushed aside her long, wavy brown hair, kissing the back of her neck. His massaging hands moved down her shoulders to her arms. He was now just squeezing and caressing. He moved down her sides to her outer thighs and continued to stroke and squeeze while kissing her neck. He brought his hands up again and danced his fingers up her side. She jumped, pulling away and giggling.

"Oh, so you ARE ticklish!"

"Yes! Very much so!"

David gave her a playful grin and started tickling her sides relentlessly. "No! No! AHHH," she said, laughing hysterically and falling onto her back on the couch. He immediately stopped tickling and kissed her deeply. The end of her laughter was consumed by the kiss and she moaned slightly.

He laid next to her and continued to kiss her while running his hand up and down her body. She pulled on the bottom of her shirt and sat up half-way to remove it. Once it was off, she fell back into his arms and kissed him again.

David's fingertips caressed her back and moved up to the clasp on her bra. With a little flick, it came undone and he continued to stroke her. His hand roamed down her back and under the waistline of her pants. He cupped her ass in his hand and squeezed it gently. With her lips still pressed against his, she let out a moan and kissed him deeper.

Courtney sat up and pulled him up with her. She removed her already dangling bra and straddled David on the couch. He kissed her breasts and licked her nipples while pulling her into him. She breathed heavily into his ear and ran her fingers through his hair. She reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. He pulled her closer to him, feeling the warmth of her skin against his.

She stood up and removed his pants and boxers. She also removed what remained of her clothing and straddled him again, this time inserting him into her. They both let out a loud moan and kissed one another even more passionately. David grabbed her butt and lifted her up and down on him. She grinded into him with every stroke, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. It got faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Then they slowed down again, just enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies against each other.

Courtney's breathing started to get shorter, and David could tell she was close to orgasm. He let her grind against him and take control. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. "Oh god...oh David...yeah..." He could feel himself on the edge, so he let go, too, and they both came at the same time in an explosion of pleasure.

She just sat there with him still inside her for a little bit, kissing him while catching her breath. "Wow...that was incredible," she said between breaths.

"Oh, god, yes it was," David said, slumping back into the couch. His fingertips tickled her sides a little bit and she giggled, pulling herself into him to get away from his fingers. He stopped and kissed her again, looking into her eyes.

"I guess the movie is over by now," he said.

"What movie," she asked with a sly grin. 



First Date



"Hey babe, the movie has been over for an hour. I really should be going," Joe said as he stretched, letting out a yawn. "Thank you for dinner, that was wonderful."

"Hmm? You don't have to go, you know. You could hold me tonight while we sleep." I yawned a little. I really didn't want to get up, and his leg was making a very nice pillow. Of course, having his arm around me while we watched the movie was nice and I hadn't felt that comfortable with someone in a long time.

"I would love to, but I shouldn't stay any longer. This is our first date."

A gentleman? It couldn't be. He must hate me for some reason. Did I cook dinner too long? I'm being too pushy about using him as a pillow. I bet that's it. "Wait a minute, stop over thinking everything, maybe he just wants to go home to sleep. He'll call me tomorrow I bet. Just like all the other ones didn't," I thought to myself.

I walked before him to the door to let him out.

"This really was a nice evening, we have to do it again some time," he mumbled as I reached for the latch to let him out. I glanced at him and he quickly shifted his eyes away from my butt.

"Were you just looking at my butt?" I asked slyly.

"No. Well, yes, and I know we talked about this, but it's hard not to think about it when your laying on my lap like that."

"You know I'm not ready for that," stating what he already knew was pointless, but it gave me a chance to re-lock the door while I thought of ways to keep him around, "I bet I can think of a way to make that problem less important for the moment. Do you think you could handle snuggling with me tonight?"

"Katt, I like you a lot, really, but I know this is all new for you and I don't want to push you into anything. I will call you tomorrow, I promise."

"Nope, not letting you leave until I get my fill of cuddling," I thought to myself.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me, while pressing my lips to his. He struggled for a moment and then wrapped his arms around me; pulling me tightly against him. Fear flooded into me but I pushed it back; I just want to be loved, and I'm not letting him leave. My hands found his pants button. He tried to protest, but I bit down on his lip; turning his words into an incoherent mumble.

I got frustrated trying to unsnap his pants and just pulled at them until I was rewarded with a satisfying 'pop' sound. I pulled him back over to the couch, not letting go of his mouth for a second. I pushed him back to fall on the couch as I dropped down to my knees, taking his pants and undergarment with me.

I looked up and saw my prize standing ready for me. For all his arguing, Joe had relaxed back on the couch with his arms off to the side. I pressed my lips to the inside of his thigh; he knew I wanted to taste him, we had talked about this before. I closed my eyes and ran my hands along his leg until I grasped him firmly. Joe's sigh let me know that I could at least do that part right. I could see his precum glistening on the tip of his cock. I hesitated for a moment then gently pressed my tongue to the base before sliding it along the entire length.

With my tongue pressed to his cock's head and my mouth poised to take him, I glanced into his pleading eyes. I felt my heart pounding for a moment before I turned my attention back to him. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to calm myself; then took the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around for a moment and then took a little more into me. Feeling him pounding in my mouth excited me and made it hard to think.

"Hey, why don't you take all of it?" Joe breathed, "I know you want to."

I looked up into his eyes and mumbled, "uhhunnh," while shaking my head from side to side slightly. He moaned at the movement and quickly grabbed my hair. I struggled briefly as he pressed me onto him. His cock slid all the way to the back of my throat, gagging me. He filled me completely and I couldn't breath until he let me back off a bit. Now impaled half way down he let me breath for a moment before beginning to press me again. I took him all the way back in and began swirling my tongue around. His grip on my hair relaxed a bit and I continued using my throat to bring him pleasure.

His legs flexed under me and I could feel his cock begin to tighten inside me. I slid him out far enough to take another breath then pushed him all the way back in just as he began to erupt. I pulled back so just the head was inside as he continued to spew into my mouth. 

Having finished he began to relax; his breathing deep. I looked up and saw his flushed face. I sucked hard for every last drop and I slid him out of my mouth. I sat back just as he opened his eyes to look at me. I used my tongue to rub him cum over my lips before swallowing dramatically.

I climbed into his lap and he wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him gently on the forehead and asked, "So, do you think we can spend the night snuggling?"

He answered by huging me tightly against him. I rested my head on his shoulder as a warm feeling filled me and a smile spread across my lips. 



First Date



"Would you like to come in?" she asked with a smile. 

"Sure," he responded, watching her eyes. 

She met his eyes briefly, then looked away and said, "Great!" 

As they walked up the drive, Bo thought back over how he'd gotten to this point. He'd met Erin exactly a week before at the opening of a new office for the bank he worked for. She was short and petite, only 5'4," 108 lbs, but with her sparkling eyes, bright smile, and incredible curves, she had quickly caught his eye. He had struck up a conversation about loans and they'd made small talk. He invited her to visit his office the following Monday to discuss her loan and she accepted. She had arrived at his office that day in a blouse and skirt that were appropriate, but that showed off her ample curves. After discussing her loan questions, he asked her to lunch and she accepted. After lunch, he asked her if she would like to get together the following Friday night and she'd accepted. They exchanged phone numbers and he got her address and they parted ways. He had anticipated the date the rest of the week and had arrived at her townhouse several minutes early on Friday night wearing a blue button down and khaki slacks. She had answered the door in a stunning black dress. It was simple, sleeveless, just a tad short, and a perfect complement to her short dark hair and big, sparkling, eyes. They had gone to George's, an intimate, local steakhouse for dinner, and then gone to a movie. During dinner, she had practically not taken her eyes off of him, and had brushed her knee against his more than once. At the movie, she had made it plain that she wanted his arm around her, and when the plot thickened, she had grabbed his hand, and held it, even after the tense moment passed. She had laid her hand lightly on his thigh on the ride back to her house. Now, though it was after 11, she had, as he'd hoped, invited him in. 

She opened the door and led him inside. The townhouse wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated and obviously well cared for. She flipped on the light in the kitchen and asked if he would like a drink. 

"Sure," he replied. "I'll have whatever you have." 

"Wine ok?" she asked. He nodded and she said, "Make yourself at home in the great room." 

He walked slowly around the large room, looking at her pictures and decorations. Shortly, she walked in and handed him his wine. 

"Have a seat," she said, gesturing to a blue love seat. He sat down and she sat beside him, her leg touching his. 

"To an enjoyable evening," he said, raising his glass and smiling. 

"Cheers!" she replied, smiling as they clinked glasses and sipped the sweet red liquid. He casually put his arm around her and sipped his drink. She seemed to melt into his side. As she snuggled closer to him, she crossed her legs, causing the skirt to ride up a good ways. He noticed, admiring her shapely, tanned legs. When he looked up, she was watching him with a twinkle in her eye. He blushed slightly, and she giggled softly. 

"What's the matter?" she asked coyly, gently placing her hand on his thigh. 

"Well," he said, "I'm afraid you caught me staring." 

"Oh," she said, feigning disapproval. "Now you know that's not nice." This was followed by a big wink and another giggle. By this time, he was completely captivated by Erin. 

"You're right," he said, with a wink of his own, "let me apologize." As he said that, he leaned in and kissed her softly. She gasped, but quickly responded. He pulled away and saw that her eyes were still closed and her mouth open. 

She opened her eyes and set her glass down, and said softly, "Thanks for the apology, but I think you will have to do better than that. 

Bo set his glass down, took her face gently in his hands and kissed her deeply. She responded passionately, parting her lips and finding his tongue with hers. He hands touched his chest as she leaned closer, pressing her lips and then her body to him. His hands moved to her body, one caressing her neck and the other gently pressing on her bottom. Her kisses became more heated and he responded in kind, nuzzling her neck, licking and lightly sucking, causing her to giggle and squirm. His placed his right hand gently on her left thigh and stroked lightly with his fingertips. She cooed softly, and then set her right hand on the crotch of his pants, feeling the tightness there. Suddenly, she broke their embrace and stood. 

"I'm going to change clothes, ok?" she asked. "Be right back." She turned and darted into her bedroom. After several minutes, she yelled, "Hey, Bo! Could you come help me with somethin'?"

Curious, and hopeful, he got up and walked down the hall. Entering her room he smiled. Candles and incense were the only lights in the room. The bed was turned back, and soft music was emanating from an unseen source. Erin was standing just in front of the bed, her dress partially unzipped and a come hither look in her eyes.

With feigned, playful, innocence, she demurely asked, "My zipper's stuck. Can you help me with it?" 

With a smile, he stepped behind her, took the zipper, and easily pulled it down until it was at her waist. She looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Well don't you have the touch." 

"Guess so," he replied as his fingertips began to slide softly up and down her back. He rubbed her back as he inclined his head and began to lick her right earlobe, lightly sucking it, then swirling his tongue in her ear. She squirmed and giggled, pressing back against him. Next he kissed the nape of her neck, moving his hands up to caress her back and shoulders, slowly spreading her dress open more. He kissed across her shoulders and neck as his fingertips glided up and down her arms, raising goose bumps. Erin sighed softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations. His hands moved in slow circles from her spine outward, slowly pushing the dress off her shoulders. When it reached the edge, he gently pulled it down over her arms. As he did, she raised her arms, until the dress simply hung at her waist, held up only by the curve of her hips. He took her raised hands and held them, then let his fingers glide down her arms and then on down her sides to her waist. She shivered at his touch, her heart beating faster. His fingers stroked her firm tummy and slowly slid upward until his hand cupped her large, soft breasts through her black bra. He caressed her breasts, for a few moments, feeling her nipples rise through the sheer material. She moaned softly. Bo moved his fingertips around to the back of the bra; He unhooked it, then slid his hands back around her sides and slid them up underneath the cups. His hands squeezed and caressed her breasts and she quickly shrugged the straps from her shoulders and dropped the bra to the floor. As she bent forward slightly, his hands weighed her heavy breasts and he smiled. 

Erin turned to face him, almost throwing her body against him, kissing him hungrily and pressing her body against him. Her fingers quickly found the buttons on his shirt and began to unbutton them quickly. Within seconds she had Bo's shirt unbuttoned and pulled out of his slacks. Quickly she pushed it off his shoulders and tore at his t-shirt, pulling it roughly over his head. She kissed him with increased intensity as her fingers moved over his chest. He crushed her against his body, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts and rising nipples against his chest. They kissed again hungrily, their breathing accelerating. His hands slowly pushed her dress over the curve of her hips and it dropped to the floor leaving her in only a pair of small black panties. His hands lightly squeezed her butt through the thin panties as she unhooked his belt and began to unbutton his pants. She fumbled briefly with the zipper, then getting it down; she put both hands on the hem of his trousers, and with one quick stroke pushed his pants and shorts to the floor. His semi-rigid cock bobbed and weaved and they both smiled. She looked into his eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. Her nails moved slowly up and down his inner thighs causing his cock to twitch slightly. She watched it with desire and leaned in close, licking the head softly. He sighed at the sensation of her soft, warm tongue on his swelling head. She took one hand and gently pushed his shaft upward and began to stroke it. It rapidly hardened and grew, increasing his desire as it did. Her hand moved faster on his throbbing shaft and her tongue grew more active, swirling over the head and teasing the sensitive place on the underside. His eyes closed and he moaned softly at the pleasure she was giving him. 

When Bo felt his control begin to weaken, he stepped back from her. As Erin looked up at him, he helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply and hungrily. He reached between them as they kissed, gently feeling the crotch of her panties and finding it warm and wet. He smiled and gently guided her back to the bed. 

"Sit on the edge and lie back," he commanded. 

She complied, watching him as he knelt before her. Slowly he began to lick and kiss his way up her left thigh. She moaned as he moved higher and higher. Her hands found his hair as his face found her sex. His tongue began to slide slowly up and down her moist slit and she moaned more loudly, arching her back up to push herself into his face. Gently, he ran two fingers around her clit, teasing it as he easily pushed two fingers into her steaming pussy. As his fingers began to move in and out, her body began to meet them. Her moans grew louder as he increased the pace and swirled his tongue against her clit. Her hips bucked wildly as he steadily increased the tempo and depth. Finally, her body arched in a prolonged moment of tension and she screamed with pleasure, moaning her surrender over and over as her head thrashed from side to side and her hands balled the bed clothes up in a ball. He slowed his pace, letting her come down then stood above her and gently turned her on the bed so that her head was on the pillow. She took his hand and pulled him toward her, then whispered, "Make love to me, Bo."

Bo knelt on the bed between her legs and leaned down to kiss her as he began to rub his shaft against her wet, warm pussy. He bent his head more and softly sucked her left nipple, bringing soft moans from her lips. He gave her right nipple the same treatment, and then returned to her lips. Her hand reached down and found her wet sex. She rubbed herself for several seconds, then took her now slick fingers and began to stroke his cock, pulling it gently, but insistently toward her pussy. He placed the head of his penis against her sex and began to gently press against it. With almost no effort, his cock entered her sodden pussy. She moaned passionately and began to move her hips in a slow clockwise motion. He matched her rhythm, stroking with slow, shallow thrusts. She reached up and pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely and using her legs to draw his penis deeper into her. 

The tempo slowly increased as did the depth of his thrusts. Her internal muscles worked on his swollen, throbbing cock as they moved together. Soon his moans rivaled hers, the sound of their voices mingling with the wet sound of their lovemaking. Erin's eyes closed and her body tensed as her second orgasm approached. She threw her head back and let out a long, deep moan as the tidal wave approached her. 

"Cum!" she shouted. "Cum, ohhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssss, yesyesyesyesyes,YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Her cries and the incredible friction on his throbbing cock head proved more than he could take. As he slammed his penis into her as fast as he could, he felt the cum rising up from his balls into his shaft. He strained to hold back, extending the pleasure just a few more seconds. 

"Erin!" he moaned. "Mm, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, Erin! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

His cock erupted, spurting again and again into her warm pussy. She wrapped her legs around him as they rode the orgasmic wave. 

Slowly, they both came back to earth. Her arms wrapped around him as their breathing slowed and their eyes grew heavy. He kissed her tenderly and whispered, "I had a really nice time tonight, Erin. Wanna go steady?" They both laughed softly as she brushed the hair from his face and said, "Yes." She smiled at him dreamily as her warm, sated body began to fall asleep. "Never leave me, Bo" she whispered. He nodded and held her as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.



First Date



Jack was still wondering how he found himself in this position. He had just finished looking at himself in the mirror, dressed in a nice shirt, tie, and a freshly pressed pair of slacks. He walked out of the bathroom, into the kitchen to grab his car keys and wallet before getting in his car and heading over to Angie's house. On his way over he thought about the events that had occurred over the last couple of weeks that led him to this point. 

Jackson Harris had not been on a date in over two years. Not since he and Heather had split up. And it had been even longer than that for the last time he had sex. Heather stopped putting out for him six months before they broke up, although she had no problem at all with putting out for a few of the other guys she knew. He and Heather had been together since their junior year in high school. They even decided to go to the same college so they could continue their relationship. But, halfway through their final year, Heather told him she was tired of the same old thing and that she wanted to date other people. That floored Jack, and he hardly ever saw her again, only every now and then around the campus. He has since heard that she ran off with the captain of the football team and they are now living in the mid-west somewhere. 

After graduation, Jackson went back to his hometown to put the degree he received in Accounting to good use. He got a job with a growing corporation keeping their books. He had a lot of responsibility( keeping track of expenses, doing payroll, making sure the company's bills were paid), and he received a very nice salary for it. 

One day there was a knock on his office door and the Human Resources Dept. head poked her head in. She told him she was showing a new hire around the building and that the new person said she knew him. 

"Well let me see this person, then," Jack said as he put some paperwork into his IN basket. 

A beautiful young woman came into his office and his mouth dropped. She was the same age as he was, had dark hair that went halfway down her back and a body that would make most super models jealous. She smiled widely at him and started blushing due to his gawking and lack of speech. 

"It has been more than four years since I have seen you and you can't think of one thing to say?" she asked. 

"Angie!" was all he could manage to say. Jack got up and walked briskly over to where she stood and wrapped his arms around her. 

"Jack, you know you are not supposed to do that," Melanie, the HR head said. 

"It's all right," Angie said. "We're old friends, like I told you." 

Jack and Angie grew up on the same street, but they did not become friends until they started high school. They were the only ones in their neighborhood that rode the bus to and from school. Since they were the only two waiting at the bus stop every morning, they passed their time by talking and getting to know each other. They became good friends and even dated for a little while in their sophomore year. 

They broke the embrace and looked at each other. Jack asked her what position she had applied for and Melanie said she was going to be the new secretary in the office. He asked if he could give her the rest of the tour, to which Melanie agreed. The two of them left his office and he showed her the rest of the building. The company that they worked for was a distributor of kitchen supplies to retail stores and restaurants in the Northeast. The two of them went out to lunch that day and got caught up on each other's lives. 

After Angie started her job, she and Jack would hang out like they did before Jack went away to college. They would go out to dinner every now and then or one would go to the other's house to watch a movie. There was no real physical attraction between them. They just enjoyed each other's company. 

A couple of months later, Angie decided to ask him about what happened between him and Heather after they had watched a movie and had some popcorn and beer. Jack told her he thought they grew apart somewhere in their relationship, but could not remember feeling that way when they spilt up. He told her he remembered not having sex with Heather the last six months of their relationship. It had bothered him, but she did not seem to be affected. 

"That's probably because she was banging the football team," Angie said. 

"That would explain it," Jack smiled. 

Angie laughed then said, "Don't you think it is time to start dating again?" 

"Probably," he sighed. "I just have not met the right girl yet." 

"Well, what if I found her for you?" Angie asked. 

"Sounds like you already have someone in mind," Jack accused her. 

"Maybe. Would you be interested?" 

"Who are you thinking of?" Jack wanted to know. 

"Tell me who it is first and I'll tell you if I am interested or not." 

"Fine," Angie said. "It is my cousin, Kelly. You remember her, don't you?" 

The look on his face told her that he did. 

"You mean the cousin that wears the glasses that are about an inch thick, and about 40-lbs. overweight?" 

"She has changed a lot since you last saw her, Jack," Angie shot at him. "She lost all the extra weight and she now wears contacts. She is very pretty." 

"You have to say that," Jack said. "You are related."

"Jackson!"

"Angela!" he mocked her. 

"C'mon. Please? For me?" 

He took another sip from his beer bottle. He was desperate to find a way out of this. 

"Doesn't she live a couple of hours away from here?" he said. "I don't think I want to drive out there for one date." 

"You don't need to worry about that," Angie told him. "Kelly is coming here to visit me for a little while. She will be here Tuesday night." 

"How long is she staying?" 

"Couple of months, I think," Angie said. 

"What about her job?" Jack asked. 

"She can get one anywhere she wants. She has a lot of experience." 

"What does she do?"

"Not sure," Angie admitted. "All I know is that she left her last job with a huge severance deal, so she can afford to not work for a while. She was going to travel the world, but she wanted me to go with her. As I cannot afford it, she is coming to visit me instead." 

"So why are you tryin to set us up?" Jack asked. 

"She, like you, has not been out in a long time," she said. "She needs to get out. It will be good for both of you. That, and, she has always had a crush on you. Ever since the first summer we all hung out together. She was really disappointed when you started dating Heather." 

"All right, listen. I will go out with her once," he said. "And only once. So after this, don't ask me again. Deal?" 

"I promise." 

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

Jack pulled up to Angie's house and prepared himself for the worst. Although Angie had told him that Kelly had changed quite a bit since he last saw her, he was still very skeptical. As he rang the doorbell, a feeling of doom came over him. He was not sure he wanted to do this after all. 

Angie opened the door and greeted her friend. 

"Come in and sit down," she said. "Kelly will be down in a minute." She let him in and directed him to the sofa. She asked if he wanted anything and he declined. "So, where are the two of you going tonight?" 

Jack gave her the name of one of the finest Italian restaurants in the North End. "After that, it is up to her," Jack said, his voice betraying how unenthused he was about the date. 

"Oh, cheer up, will ya?" Angie said. "You never know. You may just enjoy yourself tonight." 

Just then they heard a door open upstairs, and a few seconds later, high heels clicking their way down the hardwood steps. Jack stood up for the arrival of his date. When she came into view, his jaw dropped to his chest. The woman coming down the stairs was beautiful. Her red hair came down to her mid-back; her green eyes twinkled with every pad of her foot. Her smile was wide and showed almost every one of her pearly white teeth. Angie looked over at her friend. 

"Down, boy," she whispered in his ear as she used her hand to close his mouth. "See. I told you she has changed." 

Jack was awestruck as he watched Kelly enter the room. He saw that the little geeky girl he remembered from their childhood was gone and this gorgeous goddess had taken her place. 

"Hi, Jack," Kelly said as she stepped up and gave him a hug. "Long time since I last saw you." 

"Er . . . yeah . . . a long time," was all that he managed to reply. Her perfume entered his nostrils and he thought she smelled as sweet as she looked. They broke the embrace and Kelly stood back from him. Jack looked at her again. Her red hair shimmered like silk, the flawless complexion of her face, even her outfit of a pink blouse and tight black skirt was perfect. 

"So, where are we going, handsome?" Kelly asked. 

"To dinner, then it's up to you," Jack said. 

"Hmmmm. A world of possibilities," she said with a wink. 

When they left the house Jack was a perfect gentleman the entire evening. He opened the car door for her, the door to the restaurant, and made sure he beat the maitre d' so he could pull the chair out for her. Not figuring he would actually be into the date, Jack brought a very small amount of money with him. Now that he was trying to impress Kelly, he ordered one of the most expensive bottles of red wine for their dinner. As they ate there was the typical first date chatter. She asked him about his job and listened intently while he talked. When he was finished discussing accounting, he asked what she did. 

"Angie didn't tell you?" Kelly asked. 

"I asked her, but she said she wasn't exactly sure. All she did know was that you left and got a really nice severance deal," Jack told her. 

"Yeah. Quite good," Kelly told him. "So much so that I may need to get myself an accountant." She winked at him again, and all he could do was smile at her. 

"So, what happened?" he asked. She looked a little hesitant to talk to him about it. "If you don't want to tell me about it, it's ok. I was just curious, that's all." 

Kelly took a deep breath. "I don't mind telling you about it, it's just that whenever my profession comes up on a date, it is usually the last time I ever see the guy, or he expects things from me later that night." 

"Well, I will be honest with you," Jack said. "I will not judge you on what you do, and I will not expect anything after dinner. Like I said, after this, it is your choice on what we do. If you want me to take you back to Angie's, I will. It is all up to you." 

"No, it's all right," Kelly told him. "I will talk to you about it."

"So what happened?"

"Well, I had a problem with one of my managers," she explained. "So I quit. When I went back to pick up my last paycheck, he told me I could only get it if I . . . er . . . pleased him orally." 

"You're kidding?" Jack said unbelievingly. 

"No. That is what he said. So, I called a lawyer friend of mine, and the mere threat of a lawsuit against their company had them opening up their checkbooks. They paid me a pretty penny to keep quiet, enough to where I do not have to work for a few years, at least." 

"Jesus, how much was it?" Jack asked. 

"I can't get specific," she said with a smile. 

"What is it that you did?" 

"I was a cam girl." 

"A what?" Jack asked. 

"A cam girl," Kelly repeated. "You do know what a cam girl is, don't you?" When Jack shook his head Kelly started to giggle. "A cam girl puts on a sexy show over the internet. You have never seen a cam website?" 

"No. I hardly ever get on my computer anymore," Jack admitted. "And when I did there was only one site that I visited." 

"You never went to a porn site? I thought all men did that." 

"I came across a few," Jack said with a grin, "but I was never one to sign up for them. Too cheap." 

"Judging by this bottle of wine that does not seem to be the case," Kelly said as she raised her glass to her lips. 

"Well I do splurge every now and then. Especially when in the company of such a beautiful woman." 

They finished their meal (Jack paid the bill with his credit card), and got ready to leave. Jack opened the car door for Kelly once again, and closed it gently when she was inside. When he got in his side, he turned to her and asked what it was that she wanted to do next. 

"Let's go back to your place," she said. 

He drove the 20 minutes to his house and the two of them went inside. He gave her the tour of the house, since it had been a few years since she had been inside. Jack bought the house that he grew up in from his parents. They wanted to retire in Florida, but did not want to have a mortgage up north anymore. When they got to the den, Kelly found that was where Jack kept his computer. As she walked into the room, Jack asked her if she wanted anything to drink. 

"Come in here with me, Jack," Kelly called out. Jack soon entered the room carrying two glasses of wine. He found her sitting in the high-backed leather chair in front of his computer. As he stood behind her, he saw that she had the internet up on his computer and was typing in a website. When it was finished loading, there were several pictures of scantily clad women. 

"This is the site of the company that I worked for. This girl right here," she was pointing at a striking brunette in a leather corset with the name Kiki under her picture, "she is one of my best friends. She is the one who told me to contact the lawyer. She should be on right now. Wanna see her show?" 

"What does she do in her show?" Jack asked. 

"Jackson Harris! Have you lived a sheltered life or something? How could you have gone to college and have no idea what kind of show a web cam girl does?" 

"Hey, when I was in college, I was too busy busting my ass studying to look at girls over the web," he said smiling. "That and I had a girlfriend. Never had a need to look at cam girls." 

"What a shame," Kelly said as she typed in a user name and password, "because this is what you missed." 

She clicked on the picture of Kiki and was taken right into the room. She started typing and the girl on the screen reacted with glee when she saw Kelly's name pop up. The two of them started typing away with each other, wanting to know what the other was up to. When Kelly told Kiki that she was on a date, Kiki looked into her web cam, put up both of her thumbs and smiled wide. Kelly then clicked on a tab at the bottom of the page that said 'go private.'

When it was just Kelly's and Kiki's names in the room, Kelly rummaged through her purse and pulled out a card. She saw Jack's office-style phone sitting on the corner of the computer table. 

"Is that a speaker phone?" she asked. When Jack told her it was, she asked if he minded if she used it. He agreed and she dialed the number. The line rang twice before a woman picked up. 

"Where have you been?" the woman on the phone asked. 

"I came out to visit my cousin," Kelly said. "My date's name is Jack and he has never seen a cam show before." That was when Jack figured out whom Kelly was talking on the phone to. He looked back at the screen to see Kiki holding a cordless phone to her ear. 

"And what did the two of you do tonight?" Kiki asked. 

"Well, we had dinner, then Jack said the rest of the night was up to me," Kelly told her. "So, this is what I chose to do; Give him his first cam show. And who better to give it to him than you?" 

"Ooooo . . . a virgin! I like those!" Kiki said with a wink. "And what will you be doing while I entertain him?" 

"Don't you worry about that," Kelly said. "I will be keeping myself busy." 

Kelly got up from the chair, pushed it back a little, and had Jack sit down. He was looking at Kelly when she smiled and gestured at the computer monitor. When he turned his eyes to the screen he saw that Kiki was topless and starting to take her panties off. 

"So, Jack. How is the date going so far?" Kiki asked. 

Jack gave a little laugh and said, "A lot better than I thought it would. Kelly has changed quite a bit from when we were kids." 

"Kelly, is this the same Jack you used to tell me about? How you had such a huge crush on him?" Kiki asked as she sat up straight. 

Kelly, who was now standing behind the chair and watching the show while she rubbed Jack's shoulders simply said, "Yes." 

"Ok, ladies," Jack said, "now how does this work?" 

"You can either type or tell me what to do and I will do, if I can," Kiki answered. "I have toys," she panned the camera over to show the dozens of vibrators and dildo she had on a shelf. "I also have different outfits I can get into for you. Your wish is my command for the next half hour." 

Jack looked back at Kelly. "What do you want her to do?" 

"Huh uh, buster," she said, shaking her head, "this is your show to direct. I am staying out of it." 

"Please?" he pleaded. "I don't know what to tell her to do." 

"Well, Jack," Kiki said through the phone, "why don't I do what I normally do and you just sit back and watch? Sound good?" 

Jack agreed to that and watched as Kiki spread her legs to show herself to the camera. Next she started rubbing her clit and talking into the phone, asking if Jack could see how wet her pussy was getting. The show was definitely having an effect on him. As he watched Kiki, and felt Kelly rubbing her hands on his chest now, his penis started to get firm in his pants, almost to the point where it was starting to get uncomfortable. Kiki put the hand set down, put on a connected headset, and reached over to the shelf and pulled down an eight-inch red vibrator. 

"Hey, Jack," Kiki called. "How do like it so far?" 

"Very nice," Jack said. 

"Mmmmm, listen to this," she said as she turned the toy on. 

It buzzed to life and she slowly applied it to her clit. She was moaning and saying how she felt she was going to cum soon when she started to slowly insert it into her pussy. As she fucked herself with the vibrator, she used the fingers of her other hand to rub her clit. Jack was so enthralled with the show that he did not notice Kelly crawl under the desk and unzip his pants. It was not until she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock that his attention was ripped away from the monitor. 

"Oh, wow!" he gasped. 

"You like what you see? Or is Kelly up to something?" Kiki asked. 

"Ohhhhh," he gasped again as Kelly really started sucking on him. "It's a combination, I think. Ohhhh, God!!" 

Jack thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into Kelly's mouth. She looked up at him, his cock lodged firmly in her mouth, and moaned her approval. The vibrations that went onto his cock made Jack grab the armrests of the chair. 

"Jack? Is Kelly giving you a blow job right now?" Kiki said. 

"Ahhhh yeah . . . ," was all he could answer. 

"Mmmmm," Kiki moaned. "Does it look like this?" she asked as she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and started sucking on it, taking it almost all the way down her throat. 

Jack groaned a, "Yes" for Kiki. He then put his hands on Kelly's head. She sucked on him while licking the underside of his prick with her tongue. Kelly took his cock out of her mouth with a "POP." 

"That sounds wonderful, Kelly," Kiki said. "Describe it to me." 

Kelly kissed the head of his cock, then turned her head so she was talking in the direction of the phone. 

"Well, it is about 6-1/2 inches long, hard as steel, almost as thick as my wrist, and," she sucked it back in her mouth, bobbed on it three times before coming back up to say, "delicious." 

"You are a dirty girl," Kiki said. "Get back to suckin' so we can finish him off." 

Jack was close; both he and Kelly knew that, but he did not understand how Kiki could have sensed it. When Kelly started sucking him again, all thoughts of Kiki went out of his head. Kelly reached inside of his zipper again and brought both of his balls out. She dipped her head down and licked both before she took each one into her mouth. As she did this, she jacked him with her right hand. She licked her way back to the head of his cock. When she got there, she saw a large amount of pre-cum waiting for her tongue. She engulfed his cock once more, sucking for a few minutes before she heard Jack start mumbling something. 




First Date



"What was that, sweetie?" Kiki asked. She must have heard him, too. 

"Oh, God! I am going to cum," he almost shouted. 

"Cum in her mouth, Jack," Kiki urged. "Make her swallow every drop. Don't let her take it out until you have shot all of it in her mouth, baby." Kiki put the vibrator back inside of her pussy and started to rub her clit harder than she did before. She was determined to cum at the same time that he did. 

Kelly moaned her approval once more. She took his cock deep down her throat one last time. When she started to come back up, Jack grabbed her head tightly and quickly pumped his cock between her lips. With a loud grunt, Jack erupted in Kelly's mouth. As the first shot came out, he grabbed fistfulls of her red hair, making sure to keep her head in place. 

When the first blast came out of his cock, Kelly quickly ran her tongue back and forth along the bottom of the head. That first blast slammed against the back of her throat and slid its way down her esophagus. The second and third shots filled her mouth. She swallowed just in time to receive the fourth and fifth spurts. He just seemed to cum and cum. When he was finished, Kelly counted a total of 12 shots of cum that flew into her mouth, not including the last few pulses where it just dribbled out onto her tongue. She cleaned him up with her mouth, making sure she did as Kiki said and swallowed every drop. When she was sure she was finished, she gave his cock head one more kiss and gently let it fall against Jack's pant leg. 

Kiki started moaning loudly and shaking all over as her orgasm him her. She took the vibrator out of her pussy and brought to her mouth. It was covered in cream, the same cream that was now leaking out of her soaking wet slit. When she was through with licking her cum off of her toy she looked into the camera and asked, "Did she swallow it all, Jack?" 

"Yes, I did," Kelly answered. "I don't know when the last time he blew his wad, but I almost drowned in his cum." 

Kiki and Kelly laughed; Jack blushed, thankful that Kiki could not see them. Kiki informed them that they finished right on time and that their half hour was almost up. 

"Thanks for a great show, Kiki," Kelly said. Jack thanked her also. Kelly reached down to the mouse and clicked out of the website, she then turned to look at Jack. "What did you think?" 

"That was incredible," he answered. His breathing had finally returned to normal. 

"Glad you liked it, but are you talking about the date or the blow job?" she asked with a mischievous smirk. 

"Both," Jack replied. 

"Too bad we won't be able to do this again," Kelly said as she sat in his lap. 

"Why not?" 

"You told Angie you would only go on one date with me," she said. 

"Ummm that was, obviously, a major mistake on my part," Jack stammered. He wanted to see more of Kelly. "In fact, to show you how sorry I am that I said that, I would like to take you out again tomorrow night. Would that be acceptable to you?" 

"That just depends," she said. 

"On what?"

"Well, I just showed you how talented I was with my mouth," Kelly started, "now I want to see how good you are with yours. If I think it is worthy of a second date, I may be agreeable to it." 

She smiled widely at him. She got off of his lap and started for the stairs, taking off her skirt and blouse before she got there. When she was at the base of the steps, she pulled her panties down, revealing her patch of red hair just above her pussy slit. By the time she was half way up the stairs she was completely naked. At the top of the stairs she called down to Jack. 

"Are you coming?" 

Jack leapt from the chair, ran up the steps three at a time. He was going to make sure he got that second date.



First Date



This is a true story about a date I had recently...

I put a lot of thought into what I am going to wear on a date. My usual tendency is to dress revealingly, I have a nice figure, and I like to show it off and see the reaction I get from men. On a first date though I try to tone it down a little, I don't want my man to have to deal with lots of other men staring at me (well, not too much anyway), so I wound up wearing pants and a low cut top with a push up bra. Sometimes I'd really like to have more cleavage, I like my boobs, but cleavage on display is so eye catching. I can entrance men with my boobs or nipples by not wearing a bra, because they love the shape of them, but it's not the same as cleavage, and sometimes I have to wear a bra, so my nipples don't show and nor does the natural shape, so I need cleavage.

I wore a Brazilian gstring, like a g but there is more material at the top and nothing on the cheeks of your bum. I wore this cos it shows a panty line, and makes it quite clear that I am wearing sexy underwear, and I know the effect being able to see the lines of sexy underwear has, and it matched my bra. As I said, I didn't want to dress slutty, but I did want to have a lot of sex appeal showing, and I wanted him to know when he got my clothes off that I had been planning all along to bed him. I was planning on leaning forward a lot at dinner to maximise the cleavage that I do have.

The date was fun. Dinner was good and we chatted and had a laugh, and some of the time he even managed to look me in the eye lol. After dinner he asked if I wanted coffee at a cafe down the road from the restaurant, but I said I was a little tired and asked if he had coffee at home. When we got to his place I waited a bit to see if he would make the first move, but he was a little slow, so I put my arms around him and reached up to kiss him. He was a little slow for me, cos I was totally wet now, I knew that in a few minutes I would have a brand new dick in me and the anticipation and waiting was killing me. I'd been wet all night, knowing my plans, where as I guess he was hoping but not expectant. So since he was a bit slow, I put my hand on his arse, a signal that it was ok for him to feel me up, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He put his hand on my arse and pressed me to him and I could feel his hard on through his pants.

His hands were all over me, and mine over him, and I undid his shirt and pushed it off, and he tried to get mine, lol guys can be so clumsy, so I just pulled it over my head and got rid of my bra too, and pressed my boobs against his chest. He was very hot against me, and then he slid a hand between us to feel my boobs. He told me to come with him and led to the bedroom by the hand, very sweet I thought, and once we were apart I could see his hard dick pressing against his pants, very nice. When we got to the bedroom he kissed me again, and I moved away a little and knelt down in front of him and started undoing his pants, I love the look on a guys face when I kneel down in front of him and he realises I am going to suck him, when I see it I can't help but smile, and then they just look so much cuter lol

Once I had his dick out I filled my mouth with it while I was watching him, again the look on guys faces when they see me take a huge mouthful, not just a little of the head is a total turn on. When I'm starting a head job, I like to take as much in my mouth as I can, getting the shaft nice and wet and slippery, feeling the head pressing momentarily on my throat (I can't deep throat for more than a few moments without gagging) is such a turn on, but as much as guys like to watch me take it all, I've noticed the reactions to be much stronger when I concentrate on the head and just a little of the shaft, so once I have the shaft wet I stroke it with my hand and keep the end in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head and suck.

After a few minutes sucking him I pulled his pants right off and stood up and moved to kiss him, if a guy won't kiss me after sucking him I won't suck him any more (especially if they have cum in my mouth). I pushed him down on the bed and took my pants off, turning around and bending over as I slide my pants off so he could see my arse, I straddled him and pressed my pussy against his cock as I pulled his head to me to kiss me. I like to take control once we are in the bedroom, I think that as long as one person in the bedroom is a good lover the sex will be good, so long as that person is in control. I've found that if a guy is good in bed he'll take control when he's ready, and the clumsy lovers are often happy enough to leave me in control.

I bit his ears and the usual foreplay and stuff, but I'm going to try to hit the highlights for you ;) I'm getting wet again writing this.

I climbed up him and put my pussy in his face, so he could smell me through my gstring, and I let him lick me and suck me through the thin fabric (well, told him to actually, it looked like I was going to be keeping control this time), after a bit of this I moved off him, put my legs up in the air and took my gstring off, letting him have a nice view of my wet bald pussy and arse, another priceless expression, then I mounted his face again. Most guys are not very good at eating pussy, but I like to rub my pussy and arse in their face anyway, I moved my pussy back and forth over his mouth, trying to get his tongue into my arsehole but he kept following my movements, so I held his head and planted my arse right on his mouth, mmmmm, that was what I wanted his wet tongue right in my arsehole, but he moved and licked around my arse, and I resigned myself and stopped trying to get him to lick my arse.

I got off him and told him to stay there and got a condom out of my bag and undid it and popped it in my mouth and slid it on his cock using my mouth, this is one time I never get to see their face, but many tell me later that it is quite a sight. I can't usually quite get it all the way on using just my mouth, but I sneak the last little bit with my hand and they don't usually notice. Once I had the condom on him I just hopped on and rode him slowly, if I go too fast they cum too soon. I took his hands and had him squeeze my boobs gently and rub my clit with one hand, and it wasn't too long before I started cumming, I hoped he'd be able to last cos I like to finish my men with my mouth. But after I'd cum a couple of times he started to pump faster, and tense hi muscles up, so I got off him and took off the condom and started sucking him again, and within seconds he came in my mouth. We lay there for a little while, me with my face in his crotch, holding his balls in one hand. And after a while I moved and put my head on his shoulder.

I think we fell asleep. A little while later I woke up and checked the time, it was still early, my boyfriend probably wouldn't be home yet, and I whispered in my guys ear whether he would be able to do it again, and he told me "God no, that time had almost killed me", so I kissed him, and asked him to drive me home. Which he did. And when we said goodbye he asked when he would see me again, and I told him I would call, which I might, he wasn't bad, but I prefer it when the guy can take complete control of me, and I just lie there and have fantastic things done to me, and more than once too lol but at least I have my boyfriend at home to complete my satisfaction ;)



First Date



It had been a hectic week with one crisis after another to manage on her various job sites. Being a female Project Manager for a construction company had its pros and cons. It mean fending off the usual come-ons and putting some rather large men in their place from time to time, but that was usually rather enjoyable. Most of them were rather harmless and it was all in good clean fun; well at least good fun!

She was about 5'4" in stocking feet, but no one had ever seen her in anything that didn't have at least a 3" heel on it. Her strawberry blonde hair went halfway down her back, but it was usually in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball hat. She was definitely all woman, the 34DD's were impossible to hide, but it wasn't like she was really trying to hide them either. She was proud of her curves. At 38, after having two children and being a single mother she didn't think her body was perfect anymore, but she knew what men liked and how to leave them wondering and wanting more. She was very proud of the fact that she was still sexy as hell even in jeans and a shirt covered with sawdust.

She'd finally gotten around to checking her email after the kids were finally in bed and asleep. As a single mother this was just about the only time she got to herself. In her inbox there was another reminder that she had mail at one of those personals sites someone had talked her into registering at. When she occasionally bothered to check it she usually just deleted all the emails without even reading the majority of them. 

She had gotten pretty tired of the dating scene and especially tired of the stream of men that just wanted to talk shit. Occasional flirting on IM was fun and a harmless enough diversion, but so many of them just had nothing to offer, nothing she wanted anyway. She definitely was not interested in married men. Those that at least claimed to be single spent way too much time talking about how horrible their ex's were. She just wanted to find an intelligent man that had his act together and could hold up his end of a conversation. Of course if he could rock her world that would be a major bonus!

As she went through her mail she noticed that the message from the personals site was from a guy that had emailed her previously. The first time around she had sent him a polite note back that basically said "Thanks, but no thanks, I'm taking a break from dating." This time his note was pretty sweet, telling her he hoped her hiatus from dating was not because of some horrific experience with a man. He also said that if she changed her mind or just wanted to chat he'd like to get to know her, as her profile had really struck a cord with him. She figured it couldn't hurt to take a look at his profile too and see if they really did have anything in common.

She grabbed a cup of coffee and pulled up his profile. He was right. They did appear to have a lot of things in common; habits, hobbies, likes, dislikes, etc. The thing that really had her a little leery was the lack of a photo on his profile. From past experience that usually meant that they were either married or ugly as sin. That ranked right up there with those men that posted pictures that were at a minimum of 10 years old and did not think anyone would notice when they met. His description of himself did pique her interest. He was 5'11", blue eyes, athletic and bald. She had no idea why, but for the last six months or so she had found herself extremely attracted to bald men. Especially if they had broad shoulders and looked like they could pick her up and toss her around like a rag doll.

Of course it wasn't that she really wanted to be literally tossed around, but she didn't really find thin men or those with the typical runner's physique physically appealing. She wanted to feel big strong arms around her and did not want to be afraid of breaking some tiny man in two.

She figured nothing ventured, nothing gained and went ahead and sent him a short message in return. It didn't take him very long to respond and so the odyssey began. The first night the chat was pretty tame, but they both realized they had an uncanny amount in common. He was new to the area, having recently moved from Augusta, Georgia, a place she knew well from annual family vacations to visit her grandparents who lived there when she was a child. They continued their chatting for a few days learning all about each other as they went. Of course there was a little harmless flirting thrown in here and there for good measure. 

He had said he could change her mind about dating and she was beginning to believe him. He was wearing down her resistance. Surprising herself, she gave him her telephone number so he could call her that weekend while he was driving back from picking up the remainder of his possessions from Georgia. She was actually beginning to look forward to hearing his voice. He had emailed her a couple of pictures of himself; one casual that had been taken while he was on a cruise that past year and the second one he was wearing a suit at someone's graduation ceremony. She couldn't decide which one she actually liked better. She was hoping the voice on the telephone would match the look from the photos and the kind hearted, intelligent, yet sexy and intriguing quality from their internet chat conversations. When Sunday finally came and he called just as he said he would, she was very pleased with the voice on the other end of the line. She kept him company with conversation while he was driving back for about an hour or so of his journey, talking about anything and everything.

They continued chatting online in the evenings and the occasional phone call or text message. The flirting increased and the innuendos were flying. The banter was playful, but it was doing something to her. Her mind began to wander to thoughts of what his hands would feel like on her skin and what it would feel like to have him inside her. She kept thinking to herself, how can she be having all of these thoughts about a man she told she wasn't interested in dating? She wondered if he would be gentle and sweet or if perhaps he had an edge to himself. She was hoping for perhaps a little bit of both.

They talked continued talking about all of their likes and dislikes, from musical tastes to sexual positions. It was funny how they both agreed that the woman on top was a personal favorite. As they chatted she could picture the scene and almost feel his hands on her and his cock inside her. She had told his man she hardly knew more about her deepest, darkest desires than she had ever had the courage to tell even the few men in her life that she had actually been intimate with. The one that scared her the most was her desire or fantasy rather, to be "taken". Not hurt or abused, but to be able to totally turn over control of a sexual encounter to a man that she trusted and allow herself to stop thinking and only feel. She had always been the one to take charge and be in control in every aspect of he life, including sex. She wanted a man that could read her and her body and know just how to bring her to the edge and keep her there until she was begging for release.

In the middle of one of their sexually charged conversations she asked him what he would do if he were taking her from behind and she asked him to spank her. His answer was perfect, "How hard baby?" She could feel her juices start flowing. He then told her that he doubted she would have had to ask. She had an encounter once many years ago with a man that had taken her from behind and sent her over the edge in a way she never imagined when he slapped her ass as she was about to cum. That experience had rocked her world and she longed to relive it. Her last relationship had been a long one, nine years long. The sex had been good, but there were those few things that she craved her partner could not or would not provide sexually. One of them was a firm hand on her ass and the other was mild restraint. Nothing too crazy, but she longed to have someone else take total control of her, for a few hours anyway.

She had started to think that perhaps Charles might well be the one to take her to those places she had never been. She was starting to get a little anxious about wanting to meet him in person and see if there was really chemistry there. She definitely was not the type of woman to sleep with a man on the first date, so she decided that there first meeting was definitely going to have to be in a public place in the middle of broad daylight. Otherwise she might break all of her own rules and never forgive herself, especially if it didn't turn out well down the road.

He sent her a text message at the end of the day to see how she was doing and let her know that he was going to run some errands and hopefully they could catch up online later and chat. Having just moved to Virginia he had some things he needed for his new place. They'd talked about perhaps getting together and letting her help with a little decorating, a woman's touch. She was hoping for sooner versus later and when he called to ask her opinion on some items he was looking at in Bed Bath and Beyond she told him he should have waited until the following evening when she would have been free to join him. She hoped he'd gotten the hint. 

As he continued his shopping they continued discussing how each or their days went and she told him that she definitely could use a drink and a massage. It had been another one of those crazy days with one crisis after another. He came right out and offered her both. She was disappointed yet almost grateful when she had to remind him that the only weeknights she had to herself were Wednesdays when her ex spends time with their daughter. She desperately wanted to meet him, but was afraid of being disappointed or perhaps it might be worse if she really liked him as much as she thought she was going to. He told her that it wasn't a one time offer and that he would love to meet her the following night, but would have to check with one of the guys from work that he had promised to help with something. His friend had helped him unload the U-haul on Monday, when he got back from Georgia, so he was obligated to return the favor. If Wednesday didn't end up working out he said that he was free over the weekend if she'd like to do something together. She breathed a sigh of relief and nervousness. Worst-case scenario meant three more days to wait and wonder. She was still hoping for Wednesday night to take the edge off and get that awkward first meeting over with and out of the way. Patience was definitely never her strong suit, but if he were worth having at all, it would be worth the wait.

She couldn't stop thinking about him these last few days and was in a constant state of arousal, feeling the wetness at her core. She smiled to herself during the day as she made her visits and inspections at the various job sites and dealt with her subcontractors. She was hoping there hadn't been a noticeable wet spot on her jeans earlier in the day when she was climbing a ladder to check on some work. She was praying that he was "real" and not a player or a friend of a friend playing a joke on her. Her friends knew she had decided to take a break from dating for a while and they all told her that it wouldn't last long, someone would catch her attention when she least expected and being a romantic fool at heart she would take another chance. She figured by now they had to be taking bets and scheming.

It was about 2:45pm on Wednesday and she still hadn't heard back from Charles on whether his prior commitment for the evening still stood or not. She was guessing that since the weather had broken and the sun was now shining that she would have to wait until the weekend to finally lay eyes on him.

Yet another night was destined to be spent fantasizing about Charles and imagining that he was making love to her, instead of once again pleasuring herself with one of her assorted battery operated boyfriends. It took the edge off and sure self-love was better than no love, but it had been a very, very long time and she craved the real feelings and sensations provided by real flesh on flesh. She hoped when they finally met she would be able to keep her cool and maintain her composure. She was afraid that he would see right through her and her eyes would give her desires away.

They chatting again briefly that night, both admitting to wishing they could have spent it together. The following evening they started working on their plans for Saturday. Since she wouldn't have her daughters that day they decided to start their "date" earlier instead of your typical evening date. They agreed that they'd meet at Starbuck's and start off with a cup of coffee, a vice they both enjoyed. While they enjoyed their coffee they could create their plan of attack for a little shopping before lunch. She agreed that if all went well through lunch they'd finish up their shopping and she would go back to his place to help him hang pictures and decorate. The only thing that truly made her nervous was his comment about wanting to find a new comforter set for the bed and having her help him make it if they did find the right one. She wasn't totally sure if he really wanted help making the bed or if he wanted to make her in it. He promised her no pressure and that he truly didn't expect anything of her besides a new friendship. She was thinking to herself and still wasn't sure if that was all she wanted.

Who the hell did she think she was kidding, she knew what she wanted from Charles and it wasn't just friendship. Her common sense was waging a war with her libido. She had always had a remarkable sex drive, but lately it was almost all she could think about. She was trying to reason with herself that it was only because it had been so long since she'd actually had sex with a man and her hormones were trying to take over. 

She'd had more than a few first dates, but just hadn't found one she even wanted to see twice, let alone get naked with. Heaven knows several had tried, but she knew it would never be more than just sex and she knew that was not what she really wanted. She wanted someone she could talk to and share those little things in life with, the things that were important to her. She didn't want to be with someone she felt she needed to gnaw her arm off to get away from when the sex was finished. What she longed for was the one that made her never want to leave.

She and Charles chatted for a while Friday evening firming up their plans for the morning. She wondered if she was ever going to be able to sleep. How could a woman her age still feel like a teenager she pondered? After tossing and turning for a while and not being able to get him out of her mind, she once again pleasured herself imagining that it was his hands on her body, teasing her, making her burn with his touch, stoking the growing fire within.

Saturday morning came and Mark showed up to pick up Sarah. Now that they'd been separated for so long they were able to talk like friends and normally sat down for a little while to chat while Sarah finished breakfast. This morning though she was quiet but appeared very happy and very distracted. In a joking tone he told her she seemed way too happy and asked if she'd "gotten some". She just casually glanced over her shoulder back at him and told him, "Not yet". 

A few weeks back she'd gotten a new tattoo on her lower back and she had emailed Charles a picture of it. Fortunately he shared her fondness for tasteful tattoos. She had a couple other smaller ones that were placed where no one would see them unless she wanted them to. She had always wanted one on her lower back; regardless of all the great things tattoos there were called. Her ex had never liked tattoos and of course had a rude comment about the latest addition to her art. Her exact words in response had been, "Well, since you will never again be looking at me from that position I guess your opinion doesn't really matter now, does it?" 

It had been a gift to herself, a reminder of how far she'd come over the last couple of years, being on her own as a single mom and making a wonderful life for her and her girls. They were truly happy and she had done it all on her own. For that she was proud. The tattoo was her own design, a tribal heart with outstretched wings and up through the middle of the heart was a single long stem rose, with two small rose buds coming off the sides. The heart represented her finally learning to love herself, spread her wings and fly. The rose was for her and of course the small rosebuds were for her two beautiful daughters who had given her the strength she needed when she didn't think she could make it. The tattoo made her feel confident and sexy as hell. It was totally healed now and she couldn't wait to show it to someone that would appreciate it for its beauty and what it meant to her. She had finally put the past behind her where it belonged and was really ready to start living life for all it was worth, every minute of it.

She was sitting on a job site Friday around lunchtime thinking about the next day, when she would finally get to meet Charles. Since they were doing a shopping/lunch date, she had no idea what to wear. She had recently bought this amazing halter dress that she had told him about and actually bought with him in mind, which he'd said he couldn't wait to see her in. She couldn't want for him to see her in it either, but knew it would be overkill for a shopping trip. Now she had to come up with a new plan for what to wear. He was pretty laid back, so perhaps she'd just go with her version of "business casual", jeans and a t-shirt or perhaps one of her tailored white button up shirts with a couple less buttons buttoned than she'd wear to a job site. He was definitely a boob man and she was going to make sure he noticed her assets. Her decision was made, sexy white shirt, low-rise jeans and her favorite fuck-me boots. Casual, classy and sexy all rolled up into one! She was getting herself hot and bothered just thinking about it. What was she getting herself into? 

When Saturday finally arrived she could hardly contain her nervousness and excitement. In just a couple of hours she would finally meet this man she had been fantasizing about, face-to-face. She finished her coffee and packed her daughter's bag for her day with father, and sent her off with a kiss and a hug. She reminded Mark to call in the morning to make sure she was up and for that matter to make sure she was home. She packed herself a small bag of necessities, just in case. They talked about perhaps going dancing after the day of shopping, so she reasoned that it wasn't too forward to pack a bag, she may need something a little less casual to wear and may need to clean up a bit.

It was about a forty-five minute drive to the Starbuck's where they met at 10:30am. She was running a few minutes late, having stopped to check on one of her job sites to make sure everything was running smoothly. The last thing she wanted was for their date to be going too well and have to leave to go handle a work crisis. 

As she approached the coffee shop she could see his truck in the parking lot from the stoplight. She pulled into the lot and parked right next to him. As she grabbed her purse and readied herself to get out of the car he opened up her car door for her. She was pleasantly surprised that chivalry wasn't totally dead. As she stepped from her car she noted that he had his sunglasses on so she couldn't see his eyes yet, but she was very pleased with the rest of him. They walked in and ordered their coffee, with him teasing her about her complicated order. Together they laughed easily, as though they'd known each other forever. When he took his sunglasses off while they waited for their order to be filled she finally had the opportunity to check out his eyes. They were even bluer than they had appeared in the photographs he'd emailed her. Those photos definitely had not done him justice. He looked at her and smiled. At that very moment she knew she was in big trouble. That smile could charm anyone.




First Date



She had to struggle to catch her breath, there was definitely chemistry there. She asked him why he was smiling and she began to blush when he told her she had pretty eyes. She wanted to tell him that they were nothing compared to his bedroom eyes, but decided that would be a comment best reserved for at least a little later in the day.

They sat outside at one of the bistro tables enjoying the beautiful sunshine and talked like old friends as they finalized their agenda for the day. Since they were going to be running around furniture shopping she had two choices, either leave her car there in the parking lot or she could leave it back at his apartment, since they were going to end up back there anyway he reasoned. She took a deep breath and opted for following him back to his place and leaving it there. After they had parked he invited her in to see his new furniture so that she knew what she had to work with as far as accessorizing went. She was very impressed when she walked in. The apartment was neat, organized and the furniture was gorgeous. With her flair for interior decorating she was definitely looking forward to helping him pull it all together. 

He gave her the thirty-second tour and showed her a few things he already had and wanted to fit into the décor. Then he shared a look at some of his family photos. It was nice to find a man that cared about his family and his child so much, having pictures of each prominently displayed. 

It definitely didn't look like your typical bachelor pad, not that she'd actually seen too many of them. She was wrestling with her common sense wondering what the hell she was doing alone in an apartment with a man she hardly knew. However, Charlie was a complete gentleman while they were in the apartment. That made her relax quite a bit, figuring if he were going to try to do something she wasn't ready for he would have already tried.

They locked up and headed out on their quest for end tables, bedding and accessories. After visits to several furniture stores they took a break for a nice relaxing lunch. They both laughed at having ordered the same meal, asking to have them prepared the same way. They were almost too alike. It had been fun so far, with casual conversation and not so casual flirting. In one of the furniture stores earlier in the day he had slapped her ass as she walked past him. It caught her off-guard and made her tingle all over. She was already picturing him naked and his hands all over her body. 

After lunch they scavenged through two additional furniture stores and finally found just the right tables. The funny thing was that she'd walked past what she thought was a great table on her way to the ladies room and made a mental note to tell him to go look at it before making his final decision. When she caught back up with Charlie and the sales woman the clerk told her that they'd seen one he wanted her to take a look at. She couldn't help but laugh as she stood there looking where the sales woman was pointing. It was the table that she adored. A few minutes later they were on their way out or the store with one new end table in hand. He was going to have to come back and pick up the second one in a few days when they got it in from the warehouse. It was cute when he pouted like a little boy at the fact that he couldn't have them both right then and there.

After they managed to wrestle the table into the back of his truck they headed off to Bed, Bath and Beyond to get the new bedding and pillows that he wanted. They received a few funny looks and jealous stares as they made their way through the store, occasionally kissing and touching each other when they thought no one was looking. He picked out a wonderful cream and taupe colored duvet cover complete with matching pillow shams, bed skirt, etc. Next thing on the list were sheets to go with it. He liked really soft sheets, so they headed to the next section of the store in search of a higher thread count. She knew the chocolate brown sheets he had selected would feel wonderful against her bare skin. 

After the bedding they made one more quick stop before going back to his place to start putting all the new accessories into place. Occasionally as they went along he would touch her or lightly kiss her neck, she was melting from the inside out. She was looking forward to getting the shopping over with and getting a little time alone with him and the sooner the better.

When they got back to his apartment they carried everything in and to try to hid her nervousness she began taking apart all of the new packaging as he started to strip the bed. The changed the bed skirt, put the new sheets on and then tackled the duvet cover and pillow shams. Once they were finished she thought to herself that the bed looked too damn inviting. As they were putting the throw pillows in place Charlie thanked her for all of her help, she was thinking to herself of various ways he could thank her.

They went back out to the living room to take a little break and decide what they were going to do next. They started talking about perhaps turning it into a real "date" and catching a movie and then maybe some dinner and/or dancing. They were sitting side by side on the couch with the laptop checking out movie time schedules and looking at the previews when he leaned over and kissed her. She turned towards him and began kissing him back. Some how the laptop made its way back to the new end table and they started necking hot and heavy on the couch like a couple of teenagers. 

She felt like she was on fire, and his kisses were definitely stoking the flames. She was sure that at any moment she was going to spontaneously combust. He was kissing all the right places, within moments he and found that special spot on her neck that made her quiver. She wanted more of him, and wanted it now. There was a war going on in her body between her brain and her hormones. She pushed him up and off of her into a sitting position with his back against the couch. She slowly crawled up to him and slid her leg over him and sat in his lap, straddling him. In this position it was easier access for her and gave her more control. She put her arms around his neck and began stroking his head with her hands as they kissed passionately. She could feel her wetness building and without even thinking about it began slowly grinding her hips and rubbing her pussy over his hardening manhood. It felt so good, she was beginning to fear that she was going to come before they really got started. She knew he was enjoying the sensations too as his hands firmly grabbed her ass and began to pull her to him even harder.

She gasped when suddenly he stood carrying her with him, wrapped around his body like a second skin. They never broke their kiss as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her back on the bed. She was under his spell. With more room to move his hands and mouth were on her, everywhere. Each new kiss lit another fire deep inside her. She could no longer think, all she could do was feel. It was as though she had been starving and never knew it. The more he gave the more she wanted; no the more she needed. She needed him and that terrified her. She had never before wanted a man like this, not ever.

He had unbuttoned her blouse and was licking her breasts and sucking her nipples, driving her insane. He knew just the right way to tease her and make her want to beg for more. When one of his hands began wandering lower and found the button of her jeans a small gasp escaped her lips and she held her breath waiting to feel his hands on her. It only took moments for his strong, yet gentle hands to find her core and the wetness there that betrayed her mind and let him know full well what he was doing to her and how badly she wanted him.

She whimpered softly as his mouth left her breasts and began slowly, an almost painfully slow descent towards her pussy. As he gently slid her jeans an inch or two farther down her hips she leaned up to watch as his lips continued leaving a trail of kisses father and father down her body. The mere seconds of waiting and anticipation had her mind reeling and wanting to scream out, begging him to touch her and kiss her there. He looked up into her eye just moments before she felt his lips on her clit. As he began to suck it with his lips and tease it with his teeth she gave in to the sensations. Her head went back as her eyes closed and she began to writhe and moan under his lips. Her hands moved to his head, trying to hold him there, praying he wouldn't stop. She was so close, too close. She felt his fingers enter her at the same time his lips increased the pressure of their assault on her swollen and throbbing clit. 

That was it, she lost all control. She began moaning and screaming his name, wildly bucking underneath him, desperately needing to feel him inside her, all of him, not just his fingers. She used all her strength to push him off of her, rolling him onto his back. She lifted her hips and slid her jeans the rest of the way off and then like a woman possessed she ripped his shorts from his body. She was done waiting. She tossed her hair back over her shoulders and slowly straddled him. She was rubbing her wet pussy over his amazing cock, but not enough to let him penetrate her yet. Now it was her turn to drive him made with passion. 

She slowly slid the rest of the way down his body leaving a trail of wet kisses as she went. She started with his lips, moving to his neck and then taking a few additional moments to nibble and suck on his sensitive nipples. She could feel his cock throbbing in anticipation. As she continued her descent and her lips neared his cock he tried to pull her head into him, but she was going to make this last and slowly licked it like an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue from the base to the head and back, staring into his eyes all the while. She was definitely getting off on the pleasure he was receiving. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of his cock and slowly began stroking it up and down, back in forth in waves. As she did that she was massaging his balls with the other hand and taking them into her mouth gently licking and sucking. She could sense that she was leading him closer and closer to the edge. She applied a little gently pressure to just the right place, making him let out a little groan of frustration, gently guiding him back from the edge. She wasn't ready to let him cum yet. She was enjoying this way too much to let it end just yet.

She slithered up his body, making as much contact of skin on skin as possible, kissing, nibbling and sucking as she went. She stopped when her pussy was over top of his cock. She could see it twitching in anticipation as she rubbed the head between her outer lips getting it nice and wet, and ready. She leaned back and stretched, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she did so. His hands were instantly on her hips, grabbing and clawing at her, trying to guide her onto him. She raised her hips just enough to allow the head of his cock to barely touch those lips he so wanted to penetrate.

She gazed up into his eyes and they both froze in time and space, no words were needed to express their feelings and desires. They no longer just wanted each other they needed each other. The time had come to give them both what they so desperately needed. She slowly lowered herself partially onto him and sat perfectly still for a moment, just reveling in the feeling of finally having him inside of her. His hands slid from her thighs to her hips and up around her waist as he gently guided himself the rest of the way inside of her, deep inside.

They quickly found their rhythm as the tempo increased they were both out of control, grabbing and clawing at each other with wanton abandon. She hadn't realized just how badly she had needed him and how capable he was a fulfilling her every need without her even having to ask. She knew what he needed right now and was definitely giving it to him and she rode him, squeezing him tighter and tighter; drawing him further and further inside of her with each motion.

She felt a raging orgasm building inside herself and began to scream his name and buck uncontrollably; as she did he met her pace and pulled her face down to his. His hands tangled in her long red hair as he kissed her passionately, moaning her name, as together they came in an explosion of the senses. She collapsed on top of him, nuzzling her face into his neck while she basked in the afterglow. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. As their hearts slowed and their breathing once again became normal she gazed up into his eyes and could see that his thoughts mirrored her own. She had never known such contentment or felt so fully satisfied.

She slowly slid off of him and snuggled up next to him as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She smiled to herself as she wondered what they'd do to top this for the 2nd date.



First Date



Talk about a wild first date. While cruising the boulevard, I saw this beautiful young thing waiting for a taxi in the rain. At first I passed her, then glanced back through the rear-view just in time to see a car splashing her as it passed.

I winced thinking about it, then made a wild U-turn, went down a block passing this poor wet thing, turned again then slowed down as I approached her.

As I pulled up I seen her face, hair and clothes were soaking wet. I powered down the window looked at her for a few seconds and asked her if she was all right.

She didn't look at me but kept on looking for a taxi that I knew wasn't coming any soon. I then said, hey look, I don't want to scare you, but you're getting all wet, and you look pretty miserable. She still didn't look at me and even moved back some. Then the rain starting really pouring down, even with the umbrella she carried she was still getting soaked.

I then said, I'm not trying to pick you up, but I know that taxis rarely come down this avenue this time of night. This is a real bad place to be this time of night and I'm just concerned someone not really nice will come along. I'll move up a little and wait till a taxi comes along, ok? 

She still didn't say anything, so I pulled up like I said, put on my flickers and sat back. I watched her in the rearview as the few cars passed by. I seen her glancing my way, but didn't make any attempt to do anything. I must have been waiting there for about fifteen minutes or more, and actually was about to give up, when she tapped on my window. I rolled it down and told her to come in.

She opened the door, closed her umbrella, and sat down. In the lowlight she looked wet, tired and miserable, but un-mistakenly a fox. I could barely believe she was in the car with me. Do you want to wait for a taxi or can I take you someplace? I asked.

She asked if I would take her to an address on the other side of town, about a forty minute drive. When I agreed her whole body seemed to relax, like a weight taken off her shoulders. 

We weren't driving for a few minutes when I seen she was trembling. The safety belt pushed her wet clothes tightly to her body, her petite breasts were beautifully visible, her pouty lips tight. She told me this was the mother of bad days for her, when I asked her if she was ok. Little sleep the previous night, long difficult day at the office, her car in the shop, and the lousy weather. I knew she was cold and possibly hungry, and invited her to eat at a local diner. 

When the meal was served she munched the food down like it was going out of style, but by the time we'd finished she was all smiles and we were getting along real good. I noticed her wedding ring and she noticed mine, but nothing was said about it except that her husband was out of town.

During the meal we were just eyeing each other like two little kids on their first date. She was being coy with me, but that was good, she had her guard down. As we left the diner she was acting as if we knew each other forever. That was getting both of us hot.

Before she buckled up, she grabbed me and gave me the kind of kiss that you dream of. It started as a gentle lip kissy type thing then soon grew into a desperate violent tongue pulling vacuum sucking rage. It was so passionate that it really started to hurt 

Meantime our hands were all over. Hers on my growing member, inside my shirt, down my butt; mine up her leg, inside her blouse, on her breasts. We knew we couldn't do it there, so I took off for the strip where there were a number of small motels. Before you could say "taxi", we had a room and were ready to make love.

I wanted to make this a special one so after she took off her pantyhose I told her to relax, and let me take over. I striped down and with her lying face down I began to give her the full body message that I am famous for. Her blouse was unbuttoned and had slipped that off with her skirt.

I straddled over her waist and gently fingered her head and temples then gently rubbed her scalp. I ran my hands down to her neck and worked the tenseness out of them, she was already moaning as I reached her shoulders and back. With a flick of my finger her bra was off and my hand tenderly messaging the sides of her titties and nipples. She tried to turn around but I wouldn't let her. I wasn't done turning her on for the main event. 

Before I slipped off her panties I fondled her bottom by gently folding them like dough. By this time she was struggling to turn around. When she did she nearly flipped me off the bed. 

Before I knew it I was the one on my back, she was now straddling me, her back to me, reaching down for my now throbbing and leaking penis. Her mouth went down to it, stroking me with the same tongue that was so agressive. Only now it was a gentle and controlled motion that was making me grimace in pleasure.

Her mouth slowly went up and down my taut erection, sometimes all the way to the bottom of the shaft. As she gently licked the tip with her teasing tongue she would suck in the leakage with such force that I thought it might collapse. 

She turned around and in one motion slipped her panty off and put me inside of her wet, tight and oh so warm vagina. I was being ridden like a horse, and loving it. We rolled over without slipping out (a minor miracle) and now I was in control.

Her legs grabbed me like a vise. I couldn't understand how such a petit, slender, fragile looking woman could exert such force. I pushed her legs down and she tightened them together trapping me. I couldn't take my penis out even if I had wanted-which I didn't. 

For the longest time my mouth wandered from her mouth to her nipples and back again; my hands around her buttocks and thighs then titillating her breasts. We generated enough heat to warm up the room; we were sliding off each other from the perspiration. Our pubic hair was matted with the juices flowing out from her vigina.

I kept on peaking, and when I did she must have sensed it. To keep me going she slowed her hips and undulations and scratched my back so hard it was painful. I teased her back my removing my penis for a few seconds a few times, allowing only the tip to remain. Just as she caught her breath and she opened her eyes, I set it back in.

When it was over I didn't recall. I just woke up realizing it was very late in the evening. She was dead asleep. I felt around and realized the sheets were still soaked from our encounter. Her breath sounds were slow and regular, I slipped from the bed.

I knew, and she knew, this was a one time thing. We both had families, and both lived in a very small town. It was a great few hours that both of us would remember for a good long time. 

Before I left, I gave her a gentle kiss on the ear. She stirred slightly. I left money with the clerk, told him to wake her in the morning and have a taxi waiting. I then left and went back to the rest of my life.



First Date



This is my first story, please let me know what you think. Thank you. Special thanks to Angel for help with editing.

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"Damn," she thought to herself. Lizzy had been sitting at the bar for 45 minutes -- alone. Since her divorce 2 years earlier she has had a hard time meeting men that she thought were suitable. She decided to try the internet match-making services. Maybe she would have better luck and they would already weed out the undesirables. Tonight she was meeting Joe...or at least that is what she thought. "I cannot believe that jackass stood me up!" She was getting angry -- she didn't even realize she had downed 4 martinis already. 

"Everyone knows that I am being stood up," she couldn't help but think that everyone judged her at all times.

Lizzy was 26 years old and petite. She stood only 5'2" and weighed around 105, she had perfect C cup tits and loved to show them off in low cut blouses. She had dark auburn hair just below her shoulders and eyes almost as black as night. She was stunning, the kind of beautiful that is unapproachable for mere mortals. The man to sweep her off of her feet would have to be a god among men. She settled with her first husband, she was just ready to get out of her parents house and he offered a way. She knew she deserved so much better, but she was desperate. Now here she was -- 8 years older than that young girl she was before, but still feeling desperate. Her vibrators and dildos could only do so much...she needed a man and she needed one now! 

"Maybe I should lower my standards?" she questioned herself constantly. Who says Mr. Right is at least 6 feet tall, slender, with a dark complexion, black hair and crystal blue eyes? Maybe he could be 5'8" muscular and blond...about that time there was a tap on her shoulder...as she turned on her bar stool she was looking up into the greenest eyes she had ever seen. 

"Are you Lizzy?" asked a voice with a slow southern drawl. 

"Um, yes...Joe?"

"Yes, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting, I was half expecting you to be long gone from here by now" he said sincerely. 

"Well, Joe, I had considered leaving, but I was enjoying the atmosphere and the martini's are killer!" wow, she usually wouldn't have said something like that -- must be the vodka talking! 

"If you don't mind, I would love to join you for a drink...if you are still interested?" 

"What the hell", she replied, "we are both here now, I guess that is all that matters."

They spent the next 3 hours in intense conversation; everything was discussed from childhood through that afternoon. She was so comfortable talking to Joe she let all of her walls down and really got to know him, in turn she let him know her. The bar was about to close for the night, but they were not ready to say goodbye. He suggested that they go back to his apartment, since she was so at ease with him she didn't hesitate to say yes.

Joe's place was only 4 blocks away and it was a nice night so they decided to walk off some of the alcohol they had consumed. They continued talking as they walked it seemed they had known each other much longer than a few hours. His accent was charming her right to her core. She grew up in Connecticut and never really met anyone from the south. He was from Arkansas, grew up on a farm, and loved his "momma" and "daddy" dearly. It was endearing how honest and charming this man was. Even though he didn't meet all of the criteria on her checklist, she was thrilled at the new possibility before her. He was 28 years old, never married, and a very successful attorney in Little Rock. He decided to take a year off to explore his possibilities. He had never been to New York, so he decided that was as good a place as any to start his life...maybe he would stay; maybe not, only time would tell.

When they reached the apartment he offered her a glass of wine, being a generally cautious woman she opted for coffee instead. He flipped on the TV, an old movie was on that he had wanted to see and she seemed like she needed a break from all the talking. He went to the kitchen and popped a bag of popcorn for them and returned to the living room. She had taken her shoes off and was sitting under the throw. He sat gingerly beside her and she instinctively snuggled up to him. They sat in silence for 2 hours watching this movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn. When the film ended it was nearly 4 in the morning and she was wide awake. He suggested they go to a diner around the corner for breakfast, she had a better idea. They headed back to her place after he showered and changed clothes, he looked really good in his well-fit jeans and 'Razorback' sweatshirt, and she looked a mess! (This is why we aren't going to breakfast, she thought).

Back at her place she told him to make himself comfortable while she freshened up. Lizzy went to take a quick shower and change her clothes. When she exited the bathroom she noticed Joe sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of food in front of him and another across the table. 

"Hey beautiful!" he exclaimed, "Did you enjoy your shower?" Wow, what a thoughtful man she thought to herself as she lightly brushed his lips with hers. "Yes, I did and I see you have been busy...thank you so much for making breakfast." They ate in silence as they both contemplated what to do next. They had just met a few hours ago; it was way too soon for sex, wasn't it? They both wanted it so bad you could cut the tension with a butter knife. All too soon breakfast was over and the table was cleared. It was creeping up to 7am now and neither of them had a wink of sleep since yesterday. She told him that normally on Saturday mornings she would sit in bed and watch cartoons for a while before starting her day. He thought that sounded like a wonderful idea, so they kicked off their shoes and climbed into her queen sized bed and snuggled up. 

They woke up around 2 that afternoon.

He rolled over and kissed her cheek lightly, she turned to look at him and she could see the passion burning in his eyes. What the hell she thought, he is sexy and so kind -- even if she never sees him again it will be worth it to have this one amazing experience with him. 

She placed her hand gently on his face and urged him closer for a real kiss. As her lips parted she could feel the heat of his body against her and felt his tongue slide slowly into her waiting mouth. The kiss was perfection. It was just enough to send them both spiraling into oblivion. Neither could remember how they ended up naked, but they were kissing and fondling and exploring each others most intimate parts. Lizzy did not have any experience with men as she had only been with her husband. 

By all accounts it was like her first time again, only better because she did have some idea as to what to expect. As she covered his neck and chest with kisses her hands did not dare slip lower than the small of his back. She knew it was highly unacceptable behavior for a woman to be so wanton with a man, her mother had told her often that sex was a duty for a wife to perform for her husband whenever he demanded it from her. 

Joe was slowly trailing kisses down her chest and stomach, when he got just below her navel she squeezed her legs tightly together. He abruptly stopped his downward movement, but didn't move his body. He looked into her frightened eyes and asked her what was wrong. 

She explained to him that she wasn't sure if he should put his face down there, as no one had ever and she wasn't sure what he wanted, but was pretty sure it wasn't respectable to allow him to do that to her. While she explained what she thought sex was supposed to be he was lightly stroking where her thighs were still clenched. She could feel warmth building inside of her, but wasn't sure what that was about. When she finally stopped talking he explained to her that "mother" was a nut-case and probably never felt a single moment of passion or lust in her miserably appropriate life. He told her that sex could be wonderful and beautiful or it could be rough and sexy, but either way both people should feel satisfied when it was over. It wasn't a duty or a task, it was a pleasure and a thrill and he was dumbfounded that she had been married for 5 years and didn't know what an orgasm could feel like. If she was willing he would love to have the honor of bringing her from this shell her family had kept her in, but she would have to trust him completely. 

She agreed that she would do whatever he asked of her, and he promised that when all was said and done she would love sex as much as any normal, sexy 26 year old woman should. He told her then to relax her legs and just feel his touch. He wanted her to keep her eyes closed so she wouldn't know what was coming, but would just be able to enjoy the sensations. 

She did as she was told and relaxed her whole body (as hard as that was for her to do) and closed her eyes. She could feel his hands moving up and down along the insides of her thighs, stopping just short of her most special place. He told her that he was going to gently part her lips and look at her pussy, she shivered when he said this as she knew that words like that were generally not used in the presence of ladies. He then told her how beautiful her pussy was and then he asked for permission to taste it...her eyes flew open in a panic.

"You want to do what?" she asked in shock. 

"Sweet Lizzy, so pure and innocent, let me take you to heaven, I need to taste you, please darling allow me to do this for you." She slowly closed her eyes and laid her head back on the pillow -- he saw an angel laying in front of him. He slowly dipped his head and gently swept his tongue down her inner lips. She quivered from the new sensation and he took that as a sign to continue. For the next several minutes his tongue worked its magic on her inner lips, every now and then dipping inside of her for a better taste -- then out of nowhere she felt the most intense feeling building up inside of her tummy -- he had move up to her clit and was licking and nibbling and sucking while he slowly inserted a finger inside of her wet hole. It didn't take long before her hips were bucking wildly and his head was being crushed by her thighs. She was thrashing on the bed and pulling his head closer to her, she was screaming his name and he was loving every minute of it...he was giving her her first oral orgasm. When her orgasm finally subsided her eyes were glassy and heavy-lidded, she looked so sexy to him at that moment. He didn't want to push too far today, they had plenty of time to explore her inner whore. He knew that she wanted to feel sexy and erotic; she would make a good lover.

He ran her a bubble bath while she contemplated what he had just done to her and wondered why her mother and husband kept this treat a secret from her. He carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the waiting tub. He told her to relax and enjoy the warmth of the water on her sensitive body. While she bathed he was going to run out to get them some dinner.

It took all of his strength to walk away from her he needed his own release, but he wanted her to feel everything she could before he entered her. He went into every restaurant he passed to make sure he had something she would enjoy eating. An hour later he walked back into her apartment where he found her curled up on the sofa in a fluffy robe and slippers -- he had never seen a more beautiful creature in all of his life he wanted to drop the food, gather her in his arms and make love to her over and over again until she realized just how wonderful she was and what she deserved from a man. He knew that in order to make her his he would have to go slow and make her desperate to feel his cock inside of her hot, wet cunt. So instead of ravishing her he unloaded the bags of food he brought in with him.

She glanced over her shoulder when she heard the door click closed. "He came back" she thought warmly. She smiled warmly at him and joked about leaving some food in the city for everyone else. He had brought all kinds of choices for her -- Chinese, pizza, burgers, Italian, Indian...so many dishes to choose from, she had a hard time picking just one. 

As they were settled at the table eating from each dish he brought back he asked her "Darling do you trust me?" 

She did not even hesitate to tell him that she trusted him unreservedly. He stood up and took her by the hand and led her back to her bedroom where he slowly removed her robe. As it fell from her shoulders he noticed there was nothing underneath, his large cock felt as though it would rip through the zipper on his jeans. She said she wasn't sure if he wanted her to get dressed or not, so she decided on the robe to keep her warm. 

"You look perfect" he said to her. He bent his head to her rosy nipple and flicked it with his tongue; she could feel that familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach and wanted more. He then began sucking her nipple and caressing the other breast with one hand while the other held her up on the small of her back. He would gently twist and tug on her taut nipple while sucking and nibbling the other. She knew that she would explode soon and needed to feel all of him. He was guiding her back to the bed while never missing a beat with his fingers and tongue working their magic on her sensitive tits. Then she felt the bed on the backs of her knees and was so glad for that moment, she knew she could fall safely and not ruin this moment he was giving to her.

She knew that he wanted more, she did too; he was being so deliberate with his foreplay...he was pushing her to the brink and she knew that when she had her release it would be worth the wait. He laid her down on the edge of the bed and began kissing her neck, he found the most sensitive spot above the collar bone and she felt as though her soul was flying above them. He worked his way back down to her tingling nipples at the same time his hand was brushing down her flat tummy to her dripping pussy. When he took her nipple into his hot, hungry mouth his finger dove inside of her waiting body. She was in heaven, he was taking her to places she had never been before and she never wanted to leave. He began slowly fucking her with his finger while alternating his mouth from her nipples to her neck and mouth. He was so horny it was getting harder to control the urge to rip off his jeans and ram his cock into her inviting slit.

She was moaning loudly and bucking against his hand wanting to feel him deeper and harder inside of her. She began to beg him to fuck her, she wanted to feel him inside of her, no she needed to feel him inside of her. She had gone so long without contact from a man; she wanted Joe to be the man that brought her back to life. 

Joe had never disrobed so quickly, he heard what he had been waiting for since the moment they met in the bar. He wanted her. He shifted her to the head of the bed and lowered himself gently on top of her, the head of his fully erect cock and her very inviting entrance. He bent his head to hers and kissed her deeply and passionately. It was the kind of kiss that would have buckled her knees if she had been standing. He looked into her dark, lust filled eyes and asked one time if she was sure. "Please" was all she said and he slid his rod into her depths. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the size of his manhood penetrating her sacred places. He slowly pulled back and drove into her once again, this time she screamed out his name. He wanted to fill her with his cum, but knew he would have to control himself longer. They found a rhythm that suited them both, slow back and hard in, she could feel her release building inside of her, he could tell that she was almost ready. Moments later the world stopped spinning, the clock no longer ticked, the sounds outside of the window ceased and they came together. As Joe cradled Lizzie in his arms he whispered in her ear, "This has been the best first date of my life!" She never wanted this moment to end, but knew that she and Joe would be doing this again and again for many years to come...they had found what they were looking for all along. 



First Date



After a long night of drinks we start walking back to your hotel, where we start to playfully touch each other. My hand lightly going over the outlining of your cock and you putting your hand on my waist, pulling me in closer to you. You playfully grab my ass and give me a kiss on the cheek. I place my hand to the side of your face as you pull away and begin kissing your lips softly, moving my other hand to your waist and I pull you in closer so you feel me up against you. You kiss me deeper using your tongue and you grab me even closer to you and gently rub your already hardening cock against me again. 

When we get to your hotel room we immediately begin groping and kissing each other, deeper and deeper as you push me to the wall and grind against me again. You begin to run your hand up my shirt slowly, feeling the sides of me and then moving them up to take off my shirt. You move your lips down from mine towards my neck and kiss me lightly, then moving down from my neck to the outlining of my bra, you kiss and suck gently now holding my hands against the wall. You kiss your way back up to my neck then to my lips and let my hands go. 

I put my hands on the sides of your body and I run my hands down to your waist and pull on into me and start grind slowly against you, up and down. I move one of my legs and wrap myself around you so I can grind you harder. I can feel you getting harder and harder. I kiss your neck and bite gently, then I move my tongue up to your ear where I suck gently. I put my leg down and move you over to the bed. Where I take of my pants and get on top of you. I move your shirt up and begin kissing your chest, then moving down to your stomach, then down to where your pants are. I kiss you teasingly and begin to remove your pants. I keep your boxers on and trace my tongue over your extremely hard dick. I move up on you and grind you again, slowly at first, then a little harder. 

You pull me down then put your hands over my ass and start pulling me into, grinding against you as hard as possible. Then you flip me over and remove your boxers. You take off my bra and move your way down to my panties and jokingly remove them with your teeth. You run your hands up and down my body until you are back to where my now wet pussy is. You move your tongue lightly between my legs, almost touching my clit with the tip. I moan lightly and ask you to stop teasing. You slide two fingers into my tight pussy and slowly move in and out, getting as far as you can inside me. I moan a bit louder and bite my lip. 

I ask you to move into 69 and I immediately start sucking you off, slowly, taking you all inside me. I place my hand on the base of your cock and when I move up to the head of your cock I move my hand up and down slightly. 

I can you feel your tongue gliding across my pussy, as you begin to lightly suck as well. 

I reach the head of your cock and lightly roll my tongue over, then lightly suck on the tip. I move my mouth down, still sucking you. I can feel you getting even harder in my mouth. 

When you feel yourself getting closer you stop sucking on my clit and pull me so I'm under you. You grab your hard and start to slowly inch yourself into me. You can feel how hot and tight it is so you thrust into me. You start going in and out of my slowly my hard, every time you go inside me you go in as hard as you can. 

I push you upwards and place one of my legs on your shoulder so you could get even deeper inside me. I can feel your hard pounding in to me harder and harder and each time I begin to moan louder. 

I pull you out of me and push you into the bed, I jump on top of you and start to ride you, grinding back and forth on your hard. I lean forward a bit and slide my pussy on your hard up and down slowly, then I start to slide up your cock slowly and then go down harder and grinding you slowly after. I start to fuck you harder, and lean backwards on top of you. Going almost up and down your cock now. 

You begin grinding against me when I go down on you putting you deeper inside me. We can feel each other getting closer and closer with each second. You pull me in closer to you and I start to grind you harder as you go in and out of me faster. 

I lean and begin kissing and biting your neck... and then I can feel you tighten under me. I tell you I'm close and lean backwards. We ride each other harder than ever and I lean forwards just a bit so I can place my hands to your chest. I grab the sides of you as I start to tighten on top of you. 

As you start to cum in me you pull me on to harder and deeper. You can feel me getting tighter and tighter. You cum a second time when I'm still cumming and I let out a loud moan...



First Date



Jack and Holly had become fast friends when Holly started the job. They started eating lunch together almost every day, quite often at the local Starbucks. Truth be told, Jack was very attracted to Holly. A very cute blonde, she had a very well proportioned body- perfect breasts and a cute ass on a small frame. Jack could not help but stare. Jack had just come out of a relationship, and Holly was in a failing marriage. 

Jack was pretty sure that Holly would be willing to have sex with him under the right circumstances. They had kissed on several occasions, and Jack had even had his hands up Holly's shirt and in her pants. Jack just was not sure how to get his sexy blonde friend in a position in which she would be comfortable going all the way. That is until Holly mentioned to Jack one Saturday that she would be going to a club with another friend that very night. Jack asked Holly if he would be imposing by showing up that night. Holly said that she did not think her friend would mind. 

Later that night Jack showed up at the club where Holly and her friend were having a good time. Holly was wearing just a pair of jeans and a simple black v-neck shirt but she looked so sexy. They danced for a while and Jack had a few beers. By the end of the night he was buzzed but not as drunk as he made Holly think he was. In fact, he wanted Holly to give him a ride home so he would have a chance to be alone with her. Jack asked Holly for a ride home and she agreed to accommodate him. 

When Holly and Jack arrived back at Jack's house, Jack asked Holly to help him in the house and make sure he got in bed safely. For whatever reason Holly agreed- maybe she just wasn't quite ready to go home to her husband. Jack and Holly went back to Jack's bedroom and before Holly even realized it Jack was out of his clothes, naked and kissing on her. She was completely stunned. Holly told Jack no, but she was defenseless as Jack pulled her shirt over her head and got her bra off. Jack threw Holly on the bed, again to her protest. She said in her mind that she did not want this but she was powerless to resist as Jack was at least twice her size. The next thing Holly knew she was being kissed passionately and her jeans were being removed at the same time. She gasped no several more times, but Jack simply just ignored her. 

Holly could feel Jack's erect cock on her pussy lips teasing her. She kept saying no in between kisses but she also felt her pussy becoming very wet. Holly knew that when Jack made his move to slide his cock in her there was going to be no resistance as she was getting wetter and wetter. Finally, without a word Jack slid his hard cock deep into Holly. As soon as he did, Holly gasped in surprise as her breath was taken. Holly tried to say no one more time but it was to no avail. Jack was in her, and although his was not the biggest dick Holly had ever had, it sure felt good.

Jack, as he slid into Holly's tight pussy, knew that Holly wanted this despite her pleas to the contrary. She was just so damn wet. Jack pumped his cock in and out of Holly's tight pussy, and he could feel Holly contract around him. The fact is they were both enjoying this. Jack knew he was enjoying it way too much. Jack knew that if he did not do something he was going to explode very soon within Holly's pussy. 

Jack stopped pumping his cock into Holly's pussy, much to her protest. But then Jack took Holly completely off guard yet again. He slid down Holly's body and placed his pierced tongue right on Holly's clit. Holly had never been eaten by a guy with a pierced tongue, but damn she liked it. Jack probed Holly's pussy with his tongue, tasting her every drop of wetness. Jack was absolutely driving Holly crazy. Each time Jack moved his tongue across her clit, Holly lost her breath. She knew she could not take much more. She was about to explode on Jack's tongue. And explode she did. As Jack tongued her clit, Holly felt the orgasm over power her. Holly had only intended to drop Jack off at this house, but now she was coming all over his face. Holly began thrusting her pussy onto Jack's tongue as she held his head in place. Damn, he was good.

Before Holly could recover from her orgasm, Jack was back on top of her sliding his cock deep within her. Her breath ragged, she felt another orgasm build up within her. This was becoming more than she could take. Holly did not want Jack to stop. Holly's only plea to Jack at this point in time was that he not come in her pussy. Jack continued to slide his cock in and out of Holly, deep and hard. Jack could feel his testicles tightening and he knew he was close. As Jack was about to come he started to pull out. He was at least going to comply with this request. However, as he started to pull his cock out to shoot his come all over Holly's stomach, she pulled him right back down within her. Another orgasm was building within her and she could not let Jack stop. Jack shot his load deep within Holly's tight pussy as she gushed all over his cock. Neither Holly nor Jack wanted to quit but as Jack emptied the last of his load they both gasped for air as they came down from their sexual high.

After it was all over, they both lay there spent, Holly thinking that she did not want to go home to her husband, and Jack thinking that Monday was going to be an interesting day at work. 



First Date



After several emails back and forth we decide to meet at a bar away from our towns. As we are sitting down discussing our lives, I am having trouble keeping my eyes off your tempting cleavage. I notice your naughty little smile and see you are getting a little turned on also. As I feel your foot starting to rub up my leg I recommend we leave and continue in the nearby hotel. 

You agree and we head over there and I pay for the room. I come back out of the office and you join me as I head to the room. Once inside and the door closed, I turn around and push you against the door. I reach behind your head and pull your lips toward mine. As our tongues are intertwined, I feel your hands on my chest. I reach around then and pull your shirt over your head.

I briefly admire the lovely lace bra and your heaving breasts popping out the top. I bend over and hungrily kiss the exposed portion of your breast as I hear your first moan escape your lips. 

I kiss my way up and take a quick nibble on your neck and whisper in your ear, "I want you now!" As I start to slide your bra-straps down, you push me back a little to pull my shirt off over my head. A return to hugging you and kissing you deeply, our tongues intertwined. I reach behind and unhook you bra and feel it from slowly drop from between our bodies.

You start pushing me back a little from the door, toward the bed. While kissing, I kick off my shoes while we scoot back to the bed. The back of my legs hit the bed and I sit down on the bed. This breaks our kiss and I catch my breath, but not for long. You turn around and say "help me with the skirt".

My excited fingers finally figure out the hook and zip the skirt down. I pull the skirt down and you step out of it, kicking it to the side. Then to my amazement I notice that you are wearing garter and hose, with the panties over it. You start to turn to face me, but I grab your hips and pull you back to me while I lean forward. Now my nose and mouth are buried between you're your cloth covered butt checks. I inhale the aroma coming up from your soaked panties. I start to nibble my way down to your wet spot as I hear a moan escape your lips. You spread your legs and lean over a little giving me better access to your wet pussy.

As I start to lick and chew your pussy thru your panties I reach up between your legs and rub your clit. I hear a sharp intake of your breath. You say, "Wait!". I lean back to see what you wanted. You are bent over slightly, you twist to the left a little and I see your left breast dangling there. Then you look back into my eyes as you slowly peel your panties down and step out of them saying, "let me take your pants off". I stand up and hug you from behind and you feel my erection thru my pants against your bottom. I move your hair aside and whisper, "Sit down and do it"

You sit down on the edge of the bed and I turn around to face you and my waist is at your eye level. You reach up and run your hand over my hardening cock thru my pants. You unbuckle my pants, unzip and slide it down. My boxer briefs are now tenting out with me being erect. You look up to me and with a devilish smile you leave forward to wrap your lips over the top of my cloth covered cock. I moan and you pull back while sucking me, and I pop out of your mouth. You pull my underwear down and my dick springs out and slaps you in the forehead.

You grab the top of my penis with your hand and move it up to my belly. You proceed to lick the bottom of my dick. You feel me shiver in pleasure as you bend down further to suck a ball briefly. Then you return to teasing my by licking and kissing the bottom of my penis, then let the tip slide into your mouth. You then look up into my eyes as you swallow my 7 inches into you waiting mouth and throat. A long moan slips from my mouth. You proceed to move your mouth up and down my cock. I look down at you and I see your heaving breasts and I notice one of your hands is down between your legs rubbing your self quickly. Your other hand is on my hip guiding me back and forth. I am enjoying your oral skill and after a few minutes I noticed you rubbed yourself into an orgasm as you briefly stopped sucking me. After a minute you proceeded your sucking and then slip your juice covered fingers between my legs. I feel your fingers rubbing near my puckered asshole. As I feel your finger pressing into my anus I announce, "I'm going to cum!"

As I grunt and shoot off, you keep your lips around me and start sucking the cum down while you look up to me. I stop coming and you open your mouth to show the cum on your tongue. Then you close your mouth and swallow with a smile. 

I push you down on the bed and I slide next to you. I lean over and gently kiss you and you open your mouth in return. I taste a little of my cum as out tongues intertwine. While we kiss I run my fingers from your neck down to your breast and lazily circle it with my fingers in an ever shrinking circle. As my fingers brush, you heave forward and you exhale quickly into my mouth. I briefly pinch and pull your erect nipple as you moan. Now I return to teasing you by circling your other breast and finish with a pinch and pull.

I continue kissing you while start to trail my fingers down your stomach and between your legs. I run my fingers up and down your soaking wet slit a couple times, wetting my fingers. You let out another gasp as I push back your hood and rub your clit. You jerk your legs up in pleasure and then relax them back on the floor. I slide my fingers back into your pussy and slip them inside you. I hook my fingers forward till I find your g-spot. I am rewarded by your legs jerking back up. I tease your g-spot for a short time and withdraw. I bring my wet fingers back up and run them over both of your erect nipples. I return my fingers to your pussy to get them wet again. I bring my finger up, break our kiss and suck on them some. I say, "mmm, tasty" and slip the fingers into your mouth. You then suck your juices of my fingers. I pull out my fingers and proceed to slide down your body.

I bend over and do with my tongue to your breasts, what I did earlier with my fingers. I finish each breast tease with me sucking each nipple as you pull my head toward your chest. I then stand up and lean over as I kiss my way down to between your legs. I sit down on the ground between your legs and spread them a little for easier access. I start to kiss the inside of one thigh till my nose touches you pussy. I then inhale and proceed to do the same to the other thigh. I then start licking the outside of your pussy lips and sometimes sucking in your lips into my mouth. I then lick your entire length while slipping my tongue between your lips till I bump your clit. I reach up and pull your hood back exposing your clit. I then suck on your clit and watch as you whole body tightens in pleasure. I slip one finger then two into you while I continue sucking your clit. I hook my fingers up and find your g-spot. I rub it and sense your breathing increase and feel your writhing under me. Your whole body then starts jerking as you start squirting into my mouth and you yell incoherently. When you stop shaking, I withdraw my fingers and release your clit. I stand up and look down at you as you are coming down from your orgasm. I slide into bed with you and kiss you on your lips. I lay next you to and watch you catch your breath while I stroke my hard cock. I then tell you to get up on all fours.

You turn over and crawl more up into bed. You pull the bed spread out to expose the softer sheets underneath. I kneel behind your spread legs. I slide my cock between your pussy lips a couple times. You turn around and yell, "just stick it in me, already". With a smile, I enter you in one stroke. You grunt as you feel my full length in you. I wait one second, before slowly pumping in and out. I pull out slowly till my head starts to leave your body, then I slam it hard back into you. After a few minutes of torturing this way I increase my pace. You reach up grab a pillow and move your hands down while your head and shoulders rest on it with your ass in the air. I reach between your legs and wet my fingers. As I pump into you, I spread your ass checks and see your puckered anus. I rubbed my wet finger around it and hear you groan. I press down into your butthole a little and you moan, "Later"

I then straddle your legs and tell you to squeeze your legs together while I continue pumping inside you. Then I tell you to stretch your legs back straight. Without loosing a stroke I am now driving down onto your g-spot and you start going wild. After a minute you start screaming, "OOOH YEEEESSS, FUUUUCK YEEA" As you start contracting around my dick, I loose control and yell, "Hhhheeerrrreee it cummms!". When we both come out of our orgasms, I pull out with a wet "Plop!". 

I then collapse next to you. You roll onto your back to catch your breath. I lay on my side as I study your sweaty face. I reach up to lightly trace my fingers around your breast. As we both recover, I say, "Now I think I remember where I have seen you before. Don't you go to sandwich shop at the west end mall?" 

You say, "I go there sometimes, great sandwiches." 

I respond, "Yea, great turkey sandwich, have you tried the veggie?"

You roll to your side to face me and say, "that's nice, now shut up and kiss me". You reach behind my head and pull my mouth to your waiting mouth and tongue.



First Date



While sitting at my desk at work talking to a customer on the phone, I see the email icon show up on my screen alerting me to an email. I casually opened my email program expecting to see a confirmation from a vendor or a note from a co-worker. I was totally surprised to see her name pop up in my inbox. She is what I truly desired, but my shyness and insecurity prevent me from ever acting on my desire to further our relationship. We have exchanged emails about kids, events, and just other day to day things, but never has there been a hint of flirtation. Today she is wondering if I have plans for the weekend or anything because she would like me to help her set up a facebook account. We had talked about getting her online once before but I thought maybe she had forgotten and really didn't need my help.

She is beautiful in my eyes, bright blue eyes , brown, shoulder length hair, and a great figure for someone who had 3 kids at home. She was very friendly and treated me like a best friend, even though sometimes I felt like she was just being nice to me because we had known each other for so long. We grew up together, went to the same high school, even went to the same college for one year. Now we lived a mere 10 blocks from each other, some 20 years later. Seems she never was far from my heart. 

Today seemed different for some reason, had she requested my help with a seemingly easy task. Was it a ploy to just get together with me? Had she been secretly wishing the same thing I had all this time? As I typed my answer to her, a wave of braveness washed over me and I got the nerve to tell her I was free and that I would be happy to help set her up on facebook. She replied back minutes later, accepting my goodwill with a "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Another email was soon on its way as the bravery hadn't left me yet. I asked if I could grill her a steak for her and she could stay for supper as I knew she didn't have a grill and that the summer was almost over. I stated that if she couldn't, I understood. I fully expected a reply like I have some other plans and maybe we could some other time. My jaw about hit the floor when a reply came back, "sounds great, can I bring anything?"

This was progressing better than I ever thought, I sent an email back telling her to not go any work and that I would take care of everything but if she wanted to pick up something of her choice to drink she could. I always have beer in the fridge but knew she wasn't a beer drinker. She said she could pick up something and even throw a salad together. We were exchanging emails at a rapid rate and I hardly had time to think before the next one was waiting for me in my inbox.

I had recently purchased a Wii and had used it a couple of times and had gotten the hang of the bowling on it so I suggested that I could also show her how to play. "That's unfair, you've been practicing and will beat me." She replied. I flirted back by saying I might only have one chance to ever beat her at it so I wasn't going to waste it and if she won, we would have to rematch. She was the competitive type and I knew she would be a formidable opponent even if she had never played. We ended the emails with a "See you then."

I had to wait almost 3 days now until our little date. All I could think about was her, the way her hair must smell, the sound of her voice, the softness of her skin and just being in her presence. The days drew on and finally the day had arrived. I made sure the apartment was picked up and I had all the things I needed to make her supper. I had lit a couple of scented candles to help the mood, and had some music playing softly. Finally the moment had arrived and the buzzer rang signaling someone was trying to get into my apartment building. I ran to the button on my wall to unlock the front door to the building. My heart pounded so hard, I thought it must be visible through my shirt. I waited by the door hoping the knock would come that instant. Suddenly a light knock came and I immediately was at the door. I opened it to find the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. She had on a blue, summer dress and wore her hair up with some small wisps of hair falling across her face. Her red lips seemed to beg to be kissed but I hadn't the nerve yet. I greeted her and opened my door to let her into my home. She gave me a bag with a bottle of wine and asked if she could put the salad she had in the fridge. I told her I could take care of it and put her wine and salad in the fridge to cool.

She wandered into my living room and sat down on the couch. My computer was set up on a small table in front of the couch and I sat down next to her and brought up the website she desired to become a member of. She slid in closer to get a better look at the screen and I could feel her bare arm touch mine. I felt like I had electricity running through me as this gorgeous woman sat next to me. I could smell her perfume and had all I could do from kissing her right then. I struggled through the setup as I was becoming more and more flustered with her so close to me. I saw her lick her lips with her tongue and imagined that it was mine touching her lips.

Finally I had her registered and got up to get our supper ready. She followed me out on to the balcony to grill the steaks and leaned back on the rail as we talked. She loved the feeling of the late afternoon sun and tossed her head back and closed her eyes to take advantage of the warm sun. I took the opportunity and my eyes wandered over her body. I could see her breasts move with each breath as they strained against the tight fabric of her dress. My eyes wandering over her hips and down her legs, her body a perfect hour glass shape. I needed her so bad, I just had to make this a night she wouldn't soon forget. 

Our steaks were done, and we retreated to the table in the dining room. I poured the wine while she retrieved her salad from the fridge. We sat and ate, enjoying the company and staring into each other's eyes. Was she having the same feelings I was? I didn't want to make a bold move and scare her off forever but I knew if I didn't act tonight, I probably never would. After supper we chatted and she brought up the challenge of the video game. I turned it on and got up to show her the basics. I did a couple of turns myself, explaining my every move, at least I thought I was. Now it was her turn, her first ball went directly to the gutter. 

I moved around behind her and grabbed her hand that held the controller. I placed my hand over hers and held tight. I showed her how to hold it and swing so she would at least knock some pins over. As I did this, my cheek was almost against hers and my free arm wrapped around her waist. I walked step for step with her as we threw the imaginary ball. I was beginning to feel my manhood start to stir. We did another ball and she did another gutter and we both laughed. We readied ourselves for another shot and this time I pulled her tight to me. My erection pressing against her hip. She must have felt it as she turned around and looked me in the eye and without saying anything, moved closer till our lips met. 

My hands ran through her hair as I pulled her to me. Our tongues found each other and our passion flowed. I explored her mouth with my tongue and enjoyed her warmth. I was now holding her tight and could feel her breasts pressed between us. We backed up and found the couch behind us and we sat down, all the while remaining locked at the lips kissing. Her hands were all through my hair and roamed all over my shoulders and upper arms. I could feel her fingernails as she touched my bare skin. A shiver shot through me, this was too good to be happening to me. Was I in a dream about to wake? I hoped not, afraid to move for fear it was a dream.

I pulled away from her lips and found my way to the nape of her neck and gently nibbled and gave her a kiss below her ear. I kissed my way to her ear and could feel her earring against my lips. I whispered into her ear, "I've waited for this moment for way too long."

"Me too," was her reply. 

My confidence was rapidly rising and my hands became more adventurous as they found her heaving breasts and cupped them, feeling her nub of a nipple press against my palm. I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed them down till she lifted her arms from them. I brought the top of her dress down far enough till I exposed her lacy bra. She sat there now with her dress down to her waist and one of her legs over mine. I pressed my cock against her leg as hard as I could, hoping she would take the hint and reach for it. I rocked against her grinding into her leg while I found the clasp of her bra. With a twist of the wrist, I had it unhooked and I gently tugged it away from her exposing her firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and my mouth was wet with anticipation. I leaned in and took her breast in my hand and gently sucked her nipple. My tongue danced around it, wetting it with my saliva, then I gently blew on it causing her to moan.

As my one hand held her breast to my mouth, my other found her leg and caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. I felt her relax and her legs drifted apart as my hand reached her satin panties. I could feel her wetness through the material and I could feel her heat she generated. Her hands now had found their way to my throbbing cock and she stroked it through my jeans. She used her fingernail to trace its outline on my pants and pressed her hand hard into me to feel my hardness. As my assault on her busom continued, she reached for the button on my pants and undid it and slowly unzipped me. Her hand quickly darted into my open pants and grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them down with my pants. My cock now sprang free from its imprisonment and she soon wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke it.

I grabbed the top elastic of her panties and slowly pulled them down, feeling her pussy hair run through my fingers as I pulled her panties down and off her. My fingers returned to find her wetness once again and prodded her entrance. She was soaking wet and ready for me to slide into her. I knew I had to have her now so I moved down the couch allowing her the room to turn and lay on the couch. One foot was on the floor and one up on the back of the couch. Her pussy was unobstructed now and I quickly lost my pants on the floor and took my shirt off over my head. Her dress was now bunched around her waist as I grabbed her by the hips. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed the tip into her. She opened up easily and took my entire length inside her in one swift thrust. 

Our eyes were locked together as I slowly backed out of her till only the tip of my cock remained inside her, then I slowly pushed back into her. I repeated this over and over slowly and methodically till she begged me to fuck her hard.

I picked up the pace and her breasts bounced with each thrust and a small whimper escaped her lips each time my cock hit bottom. Her breathing became hard and irregular and I could feel her body tense beneath me. She was nearing her climax and with one more thrust inside her, she began to release her energy. She screamed and gasped as her orgasm took over her body, she was mine. My release started almost the same time as hers and it was powerful. I deposited my cum deep inside her as I became one with her. For several minutes I held her in my arms till our bodies let us move and speak again.

"God I love you," she said.

"I love you too, I always have, even after our divorce, I vowed to someday get you back."



First Date



Hello,

The web cam was nice but it is good to meet in person. We meet near Canobie Lake Park at a Starbucks for coffee. I just flew 1500 miles to meet you. I have anticipated what this would be like based upon our e-mails. You are even more beautiful in person than in your pics. You are polite but I can see you are disappointed at first glance. I know I am closer to a Keven Farley or John Goodman look alike than a Tom Cruise or Mel Gibson, but just like Keven or John there is more to me than meets the eye. Despite the response I know if given the opportunity our time together will be treasured so my confidence is not lacking and I smile undauntedly. I comment on your eyes. They are Hazel and strikingly exotic and very alluring. Not one for giving in without a fight. I challenge you to look past my looks and take a chance for an experience that we will not forget. I tell you that right now I could get back on a plane and leave and you could be on your way. If that happens, you will never know what an amazing experience we would have shared. I know what I can do and if given the opportunity you would be amazed. I promise. You would be boasting to your girl friends about our little get together. I offer that we go someplace a little more private. That you grant me an hour of your time. We will be in public and all you have to do is listen. If when I am finished and you have heard what I have to say, if you wish we will go our separate ways. If you like what you have heard then we will go somewhere much more private to continue. That is unless you enjoy the rush of being in public where we might be seen.

I can see the gears turning in your mind. Well, I will give him an E for effort. Is this a trick? What could he possibly have to say that would entice me? He seems to believe he can. Could it really be worth it? You sit sipping your coffee as though you are making a real effort on your decision. I however sense that you are curious and the curiosity is growing. We had chose to meet here in a casual setting and we both had dressed casual. You are wearing a white strap sleeveless top with white chiffon lace trim, black denim button fly Levi's and a pair of Emmo 3/12" dark calf wedge heels. Your shoes matched your handbag, a Nine West Vintage America Collection Karma Leather Shopper. I am dressed in a Camel Polo shirt and Dark Charcoal Dockers slacks and Alfani Diego Loafers. You look back at me and finally say that you can spare an hour after all we had planned to spend the day together, as well as the night. Your smile confirmed that you were intrigued. We leave Starbucks and cross the street. There is a Park with a creek running through it and into Canobie Lake. We find a bench with a view of the lake. There are people scattered throughout the park but this bench is rather secluded. It has the creek on the east end where it runs into the lake, a hedge behind it giving those seated a wall behind them and it is facing lake. So unless someone is looking for it most would never know the bench is even there. We have sufficient privacy to talk and to...get comfortable.

We sit down and I tell you to close your eyes and to focus on my voice alone. You look back at me suspiciously. I tell you if you are willing to proceed with an open mind this will be fun. I can see the walls that were built at first sight have begun to crack here and there. I give you a few minutes to become comfortable. While waiting I look you over taking in every detail. You are a most beautiful woman. I would say about 5' 6 and 110 lbs. Your nails are long manicured and painted a Burgundy Frost and your toenails match. You have a pair of Jude Frances White Topaz Medieval Cross Earrings and wearing a Lori Bonn Oval Turquoise Cocktail Ring. The sunlight glitters on something at your belly and I realize you have a belly ring as well. As I look back up into your face I see you have succumbed to your curiosity and closed your eyes. 

It is time to begin. I tell you that I am going to give you multiple orgasms. Each will be more intense than the one before. If at anytime they become too intense to let me know and I will stop. For me to do this will require you to do just as I say. You must not open your eyes at anytime. No matter how incredible and realistic the sensations become. You must listen to the sound of my voice. If you open your eyes the magic of the spell will be broken and lost. I promise the sensations will feel very real. You may find your body responding to my voice uncontrollably. Does that bother you being in public. You smile and but say nothing. Reading between the lines what you really said was I don't believe I am going to respond at all.. I begin.

We are here on this bench. I must be honest with you. You are a gorgeous woman. If we were alone I would not be able to keep my hands off you. I would start with a soft kiss on you sweet lips but that would grow from sweet to hungry very quickly. You face twitches as though something touched you. You ask if I did that. Did I do what? Did you try and kiss me? If I was trying to kiss you I could not be talking to you. Now please relax. Lets begin again and focus on my voice. Block out all other sounds except for my voice. Everything you see, hear, and feel is my voice. Push out everything but my voice. It is guide to lead you on your journey and that journey will feel very real. The more focused you are the more real it will be to you. So we begin again. 

I must be honest with you. You are a gorgeous woman. If we were alone I would not be able to keep my hands off you. I would start with a soft kiss on you sweet lips but that would grow from sweet to hungry very quickly. Your face twitches as though something touched you again but this time you say nothing. I continue. The desire to embrace you, to know you, to melt into you is so strong. I am a magnet fighting the attraction of iron. I am gazing into your eyes and the depths of these two pools are unfathomable. They are a mystery, the sirens song of seduction. I am intoxicated staring into them. I glance back to your lips having had but the slightest taste of them. They are red the color of passion. Swollen like ripe fruit ready to be picked. They are wet glossy as though covered in honey and taste just as sweet. Now gazing at them my hunger is stirred. I begin to breath deep panting as though in deep need of oxygen. You have captivated me and I am a prisoner of lust and love. You have seen my gaze and can hear my breathing and you are aware of my hunger. Though I am not a Greek god your body begins to respond by releasing pheromones to excite and entice me. Even though you already posses me.

I examine you head to toe. Though you are dressed it is easy to see you have a beautiful body. As my eyes leave your face I focus on your breast. Just the thought of them begins to arouse my passions and like you my body begins to send messengers to you. Your breathing is still slow and steady but as you take in my pheromones, my little cupids arrows, they will fuel your desire. I see a twitch of your eyebrow and your lips move as though to embrace another pair of lips. I kiss your neck and begin to nibble lightly on your right ear. I hear you sigh and I suddenly am very aroused. I cup your left breast and you gasp. You lay your head back against the bench and allow yourself to succumb to your body's desires. I again kiss your neck and slowly begin moving down toward your succulent bosom. Sliding my right hand under your blouse I reach up and squeeze your right breast through your bra. You begin to take shorter rapid breaths and your face is beginning to flush. You are so beautiful and I WANT YOU sooooooo bad! I slide my hand between your breast in attempt to remove your bra but find the clasp is in the back. For the moment I rest my hand there listening to the choo choo of your heartbeat. You are growing more aroused each second. I raise up and kiss you firmly on the lips with a deeply passionate kiss. Our tongues begin the mating dance and as the dance continues I slide my left hand under your blouse across your back and unclasp the bra. Fortunately for me the bra itself was strapless and having unlocked the barrier I eased it out from under the top that blanketed it. 

Having completed it special assignment my left hand now worked its way to cradle your neck and stroke behind your right earlobe. Our lips part and I prepare for my next assault. You turn your head allowing me to slide my fingers underneath and massage your scalp. At the same time my right hand has now cupped your right breast. A soft moan is released from within you. Being without the bra I now hold the sublime flesh in my hand and I force myself to breath shallow breaths. You are exquisite! Pivoting my right arm and rolling my thumb I expose perfection. Round firm, not to big, not to small, with a beautiful swollen nipple, aching to be suckled, tit. I answer its demand and torture the nipple with flicks, nibbles, and bites. You emit small cries and sighs as pleasure and pain tease and tickle you. I release my hold on you with my left hand and slide in front of you. Taking your right breast in my left hand and your left breast in my right hand I begin torture your nipples back and forth. I suckle and nibble and kiss. Lifting each tit I caress its underside and kiss it there as well. Releasing the left breast with my right hand it makes it way toward the fly of your jeans. My mouth stays to entertain your nipples while my left hand squeezes, teases and caresses them. Having reached its destination my right hand carefully unbuttons the first button. I sense no alarms from you and I continue to work on opening the vault. Having picked all your locks I need to open the vault door. 

I slowly bring both hands to your belly. I continue to suckle one breast then the other. You have your hands in my hair tugging and running your fingers though it. I begin to massage your belly in a swirling motion that circles from the center outward and down your sides. I repeat this over and over. I begin to lift your bottom during each stroke after a few times you lift with me and on one stroke I pull your pants down past the bench on which you sit. I had envisioned you wearing the pair of black crotchless panties pictured in an e-mail you sent me, but you had a set of leopard skin on instead. I remove your shoes and pants setting them under the bench. I now begin to massage your legs and my tongue begins weaving its way down your abs. They are lightly toned giving a slight hint of definition and are very sexy. I find the belly ring has a warning sign that says slippery when wet. I smile and prepare myself to loose traction. 

I make my route with light kisses circling around your belly.. Your hands are still in my hair. I look up and see you biting your lip and can tell you are enjoying the moment. I begin to kiss you outside your panties and I can feel the swollen hot lips beneath the wet cloth. I slide my hands under the outer edge and lightly kiss your lips with my right finger tips. I gently caress and tease you as you sigh and moan. I slide my hands around and under your bottom and lift just enough to slide the leopard skin down past the first bench board. I slide your legs over my shoulders and massage the underside of your knees with my thumbs. Sliding my hands down the inside of your thighs coming together I tease you at your perineum. My tongue begins to tease your labia in long flowing strokes. I look and notice just on either side of the is a tattoo. A pair of Chinese Dragons guarding the Temple Doors of sacred nectar. With my lips covering my teeth I bite down and tug on your outer lips. I playfully flick and then lick through to the inside.

I teasingly ring the bell and hide awaiting for the maid to arrive. Its not long and I can see her head. (I know it's your little man but I don't whip and tease men so for me she's your hot little Maid) My tongue tickles and teases her. I repeat this over and over. I then decide she has been a bad girl and must be punished I begin to thrash, whip and flick her. I become a mad man and I can hear you as you begin to take charge. Your legs dig into my back. Your nails into my scalp your panting has gone from gasp to screams. I know you are close to releasing a flood and then all of sudden there is a silence. You have a death grip on me. As I look up and your eyes are open and you repeat "Fuck Me!, Fuck Me!, Fuck Me!" Well, that was my I plan when I finish with the oral darling. Then with a sudden jerk you begin convulsing as waves of torturous pleasure erupt through you. You erupt spraying me with squirts drenching me as you cum all over my face hair back and everywhere else as you shriek with each wave. Held in the vice of your hands and legs all I can do is shudder as you trash me. I watch the uncontrollable spasms as one after another after another flow through your body. I see the contractions rippling through you like wakes from a ship at sea. Though they are quieter now I can still hear you say "Fuck Me!" repeatedly.

After what seemed like several minutes but probably less you begin to regain your composure. Your breathing slows from the rapid gasp to a lite pant. There is no doubt that you have had your share of orgasms but between the shrieks and the shock on your face I can see that you never experienced anything like this before. As you let go of me the shock fades to a glare. You are hopping mad. I look around quickly to see if anyone was responding to your screams. Across the creek on the south end of the park two men appear to be searching for something. Other than that nobody seems to have noticed. Just what the fuck do you think you are doing? You demand. Well I reply, I thought I was passionately and quite skillfully (if I may say so myself) taking you to ecstasy. Did you not just experience a point of passion that you never felt before? ( I want to smile because I know I am right but being that my bank is in hopes of doing more business you, such that I hope to make a personal transfer of my holdings, depositing them into your private vault so I will keep my poker face on.) 

Why did you really want to stop in the middle of that? I ask. You look at me and point out that we are at the park. You then inform me, "I do not exhibit in public because I am very.....vocal. I can not control myself when I get excited." I then realize you are a true screamer. I had not even thought about this. You ask for your clothes and I reach under the bench and hand them to you. You get dressed and sit back down. After a few minutes you look at me and ask if I have any respect for you at all. How could I take such advantage you and undress you in public? I can see a genuine hurt in your eyes. That was not expected at all. From our emails I had painted you as a free spirit and an exhibitionist. You remind me that all I was going to do was talk and that you were going to listen. That any sensations were going to be from listening to what was being said. (I had done this before and it appeared that most women feigned to be entranced or they just knew what I was doing and went with it at some point. It appears you actually were in a semi state of consciousness. Wow this was powerful stuff and I will have to explore it more deeply at a later time.) 

Well, yes I did tell you that. I thought if I was able to show you what amazing sex and intense orgasms we would have that you would find my actions...cocky,... confident,... kinky and most enjoyable. Listen nobody saw you. I was in front of you shielding your body while you were undressed. If someone had walked upon us they would have seen your feet and the back of my head. I can see that I hurt you and I am truly sorry. Please let me ask you this. When I got here and you saw me were you not ready to leave? Don't answer that. I know the answer. Instead let me ask this. Before you realized what was happening was real, were you not in the throes of passion? Was it not at least some of the most erotic and intense sex that you ever experienced? Even in an abrupt halt by your choice. Your body gave in to its desire and did you not experience some incredible multiple orgasms? I acted based upon the person that I thought your were from our emails. I can not take that back and make it not have happened. All I can do is promise you that no more deceptions , unless mutually agreeable for role playing fantasies. Now .... do you want me to get back on that plane, or do you want to go somewhere that is truly private get to know one another and have some serious fun?. We were just getting started and that I promise is not a lie.

I sit gazing into those beautiful Hazel eyes and again I see the gears turning. I know your answer. I keep on my poker face, sit back and act as though I awaiting your answer.

Lick Lick

Hope you enjoined it!

Clit_Master



First Date



His car rolled to a halt outside her Sussex barn conversion house. It certainly lived up to his expectations with a welcoming light streaming from the windows. They had not met before but had shared a lot of their fantasies via email and he was hoping that this would be a first date to remember.

She answered the door and he stood for a moment taking in her appearance. He had seen pictures on the dating site and a few more revealing ones they had shared via email, but reality was far better. Her waistline was tight and her blouse a little too tight and cut a little low, revealing a fantastic cleavage. He leant over and kissed her tenderly on the lips before pulling out the bunch of flowers from behind his back and proffering the bottle of champagne. She took his hand and led him inside.

Over dinner they re-lived their email sharing of fantasies and flirted outrageously with each other. Over dessert he felt her stocking clad foot run slowly up his leg and begin to massage his rock solid erection through the material of his trousers. After dinner they sat on the couch and their conversation turned back to sex and their deepest desires. He gently stroked her face while her hand rubbed the inside of his thigh. The champagne and flirting continued to flow as the evening progressed.

Having finished the first bottle of bubbly he went to the kitchen to fetch another bottle. When he returned he found that she had removed her outer clothes and was coquettishly languishing on the couch in just a lace bra, miniscule briefs, a suspender belt and sheer stockings. He stopped and drank in the sight for a minute or two, self-conscious that his erection was straining against his trousers. He snapped back to reality and squeezed off the cork from the champagne bottle before, impishly, asking "May I fill you up?"

After filling her glass he leant over her on the couch and kissed her deeply on the lips, his right hand cupping her breast, the thumb rubbing her erect nipple through the material of her bra. He felt her hands tear at his belt and then his trousers; soon they were round his ankles, and as he stepped out of them he felt her hands ease his erection out from his tight briefs. He reach behind her an unclasped her bra, taking time to drink in the view of her breasts tumbling out of their tight constraint. Both his hands jumped to her breasts, rubbing the rock hard nipples which stood out from their soft surface.

She began to rub her hands along his erection taking it in her fist from the top to the base of the shaft, with the second hand starting at the tip as the first left the shaft. The continual pressure on his erection soon built up to the point where he knew he would cum shortly. He stopped kissing her and leant back, she drew his erection onto her breasts, engulfing it in her cleavage. The feeling was intense and he soon erupted string upon string of hot cum onto her breasts. She stopped rubbing his erection and reached up taking his head in her hands. She guided his face down towards her cum drenched breasts. He happily began to nurse her breasts and nipples, licking up his still warm cum. The taste was divine and from the noises she was making he knew she enjoyed the feeling too. It didn't take long for his erection to return and as he cleaned the final vestiges of cum from her breasts she stood up from the sofa and, holding on to his erection, led him into the bedroom.

They stood at the foot of the bed while she removed his cum stained shirt leaving him naked and her own panties leaving just the stockings and suspenders. He felt her hands on his chest before a quick shove meant he fell back onto the bed. She straddled him, her sopping wet pussy rubbing its shaven lips along his still erect shaft. She reached under the pillows and removed two silk scarves. She expertly tethered his hands to the bedstead. Her demeanour turned even flirtatious as she teased his erection with her wet pussy lips. He squirmed as he tried to enter her but she kept just outside his thrusts. Finally she relented and he entered her in a single, solid thrust. Lost in the moment she began to ride him heavily, taking his erection into her in long, deep thrusts. Her hands lewdly groped her own breasts. She felt him begin to tremble as his second orgasm of the night began to build. Suddenly she withdrew his erection from her pussy, and in a single movement impaled her tight rose bud on his well lubricated shaft. The feeling for him was one of immense tightness. She began to ride him faster and faster he hands now buried between her own legs furiously beating her engorge clitoris. She screamed as her own orgasm rushed through her body. Her involuntary muscle contractions grabbed his erection buried deep in her warm ass and caused him to explode thick globs of cum deep inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest and they kissed, his erection plopping out of her well fucked ass. After a few minutes of kissing he saw a flicker of naughtiness pass through her eyes. She sat up and reversed her straddle on him. Leaning down she began to nurse his now limp erection in her mouth. This also positioned her wrecked rose bud by his face and he began to lap up the trickle of sperm which had begun to trickle out from it. Again she obviously enjoyed this as her nursing of his erection became more intense and he felt it stiffen again in her mouth. He also felt her hand push between them until it, once again, found her clit which she began to bang furiously. It didn't take log until she exploded into another orgasm which sent a final shower of sperm from her ass into his mouth.

Following her orgasm she rolled off him and turned round. Releasing his arms from the scarves they fell into each others arms, her hands still gently rubbing his erection, keeping it stiff. He fell asleep to the feeling of his erection being caressed by a beautiful woman.

He awoke with a start as he felt something cold press against his ass. His eyes snapped open and he smiled as he saw that she had strapped on a long, thin latex cock and was attempting to slide it into his ass. She gave his balls a sharp squeeze and pushed the latex cock firmly at the same time. He felt the strap-on plop past his tight rose bud and fill his ass. She began to get into her stride of thrusts while her hands ran down the length of his now re-erect penis. The pressure of the strap-on against her clitoris soon meant she was screaming in lust as she fucked his ass harder and harder and rubbed his erection faster and fast. With the pressure on his prostate it didn't take long until he shot stream upon stream of cum over her hands and his belly. Lost in the moment she scooped handfuls of his cum and began to furiously rub her breasts. He watched in awe as his ass was fucked by this beautiful woman, thrusting her hips and rubbing his cum into her magnificent breasts. She finally shuddered into a screaming orgasm and collapsed onto him, smearing them both with his cum. Her "cock" fell out of his ass and she pulled herself up his body. They kissed and he whispered into her ear "not bad for a first date...."



First Date



It helps if you read my first story, New Experience, but it isn't necessary. My name is Julie, my husband is Tim and we have been married almost 15 years with two kids. It has been almost eight months since I met Steve while in Las Vegas with my husband Tim. Since then I saw Steve for a two night weekend when he flew out here and for three nights when I managed to arrange a business trip to his home town, Denver.

Also since then Tim has been seeing a girl once or twice a month, especially during my periods. We have a strong and loving relationship, whether or not you chose to believe that.

Anyway, lately I have been working more with a man in the same company as me, but a different office. I felt attracted to him from the start. When he asked if I was married I told him I am separated from my husband. He asked why I still wear a wedding ring and I told him to keep guys from hitting on me and because I am still technically married. I learned he has been divorced for a couple of years, but has no children. His name is Dave and he is also younger than me by a few years.

He first asked me out about three weeks ago. I told him I was not ready to date yet. I mentioned it to Tim and he said if I liked the guy I should go ahead and go out on a date. Last week Dave asked me out again and we agreed on Thursday. I chose that day because I knew the kids would be out so he could pick me up at our house and they would be in bed by the time he brought me home.

I was pretty nervous as I got ready for my date. I showered, shaved my legs and had to decide what to wear. Tim came home as I was getting ready and helped me pick out pretty lingerie and a full skirted, black, short sleeved cocktail dress. With black sandals and a string of pearls I looked pretty good. I took my wedding ring off.

Tim kissed me and told me to have fun then he went to our bedroom so he could see Dave when he came to pick me up without being seen.

Dave arrived just about right on time at 6:30. I let him come in for a minute while I used the bathroom, kissed Tim goodbye and grabbed my purse. I kissed Dave when I came back out and then we headed out to his car.

Dave is a gentleman and he opened the car door for me to get in and shut it behind me after I swung my legs in. I like that. Then we drove to the restaurant he had chosen. It was a real nice place with a choice of steaks and seafoods, among other things. We sat down and he ordered a bottle of wine. We talked a lot while we drank our wine and waited for our orders. He, of course wanted to know why I was separated and if we were getting back together. I stuck to my old story that we had drifted apart and it looked like we would be getting a divorce. However, I told him I was not looking for a relationship and definitely not marriage before my kids were grown.

Dave told me about his marriage at too young an age and how his wife had left for another man. He mentioned regretting not having kids and said I was lucky to have them. I told him I knew I was lucky to have my kids.

We went on to discuss a lot of other things, places we like, movies we like, books we like and what we like to do. I told him I like boating and swimming and he told me he likes hiking and camping.

Dinner went on like that. We only had the one bottle of wine but I had a slight buzz by the time we finished. Dave asked what I would like to do next. I told him he was in charge. He asked if I wanted to come see his apartment and pictures of camping trips he had taken. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do with Dave, especially on a first date, but decided I could make up my mind there.

Dave's apartment is near downtown Portland and is a nice one bedroom place with a decent sized living room. It has a definite guys touch but is clean and neat.

After showing me around real quick he suggested I open some more wine while he got his picture album out and set his computer so we could see the digital ones on his tv. I opened a bottle of red wine and found glasses then took off my sandals and sat on the couch with my feet under me.

At first we looked at a couple of albums together. I admit, his camping and hiking trips looked like fun. He tried to skip over the pictures of his ex-wife, but I wanted to see what she looked like. After those pictures we started looking at pictures he had on his computer. At the same time he had his hand on my leg a lot. To help things along I stood up at one point and pulled my dress up a little as I sat back down so more of my legs were exposed.

It wasn't too long before we were looking less at the pictures and spending more time kissing and touching. He ran his hand farther up my leg and under my dress until he came to my panties. I opened my legs a little so he would get the right idea and slid down slightly, causing my dress to slide up.

Finally Dave asked if I wanted to go into the bedroom. When I said yes he picked me up and carried me in there and deposited me on the bed. I wanted to just lay there but also had to pee so I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I found I was pretty wet down there when I wiped. I considered leaving my panties off but decided I wanted him to remove them. I returned to his bedroom and he excused himself.

Dave came back out wearing only his briefs and joined me on the bed. He kissed me and rubbed me and finally took my dress off. Then he kissed me more before my bra came off. He was spending more time on my sensitive nipples when I pushed his briefs down so I could see his penis and feel it against me more. He got on top of me and I spread my legs. As he rubbed his penis against my panties I kept wishing he would hurry up and take them off.

He finally took my panties off and then teased me by rubbing his penis over my clitoris, between my labia and past the opening to my vagina. Finally, when I thought I would explode if he didn't put it in, he entered me.

I don't think it is really possible to describe how it is the first time you have sex with a man. There is a special feeling as you feel him go past your labia and open you up as he fills you up. Plus, a new guy has his own scent and feels different all over your skin.

Dave is an accomplished lover and I didn't have to tell him much about what feels good. He seemed to know instinctively when to move and when to hold deep inside me and wrapped my legs around him as I rocked against him. Then I could hold back no longer and pulled him tight against me as I climaxed. The waves of pleasure just felt so good. His instincts continued to be good and he seemed to know just how long to hold still in me before he began moving again. His long strokes felt so good and then he went in deep and I felt the pulsing of his penis as he came deep in my vagina.

We lay there quietly for a while, then he pulled out and asked if I wanted more wine. I told him that sounded nice and he went to get the bottle and glasses. We sat in his bed and talked as we finished the wine. Then he put the glasses on the nightstand and pulled me down and rolled on top of me again. I can't say the second time felt as good as the first, but it felt very good.

After we both climaxed again I noticed it was close to midnight and I told him I needed to get home. He wanted me to stay the night but I told him that was not possible because of the kids so we got dressed so he could take me home. I couldn't help but think as I got dressed how my husband was going to like finding Dave's semen on me and my panties.

Dave drove me home and walked me to the door. At the door he asked if he could come in but I told him there was no way my kids were going to be exposed to my dating and love life. He was clearly disappointed but he kissed me tenderly and left saying he would call me. He has my office and cell numbers. He asked about when we could go out again and I told him we would have to see what would work out. I told him my kids were not to know I was dating.

I checked on the kids and then went to get ready for bed. When I got to our bedroom Tim was asleep, but woke right up when I turned the lights on. He asked how my date was and I told him real nice. He commented that I was out pretty late for a dinner date. I told him sorry, the time got away from me and he smiled. I told him I wanted to shower but he told me no come to bed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth but only took my sandals and necklace off. Tim helped me out of my dress and underwear. When he pulled my panties off he commented that it looked like I had more than just dinner. Then he made love to me.



First Date



I held out my hand to introduce myself, but instead of taking it, Shelly dropped to her knees and smiled up at me, then slowly reached out and unzipped my pants.

"Do you want me to continue?" Shelly asked me. Jesus, like I was going to say 'no' or something. I just nodded as she fished out my dick. I stood just inside the door of her apartment and looked around as Shelly began to lick my cock from one end to the other. 

"It's beautiful." She whispered as she nibbled at it.

"Thanks." I answered kind of shocked. I mean I had never met this girl before and here she was licking my cock.

"I don't think we have time to finish this, but I wanted you to know how well I'll treat you tonight." Shelly kept licking it and then she stopped.

"Have you ever been deep throated?" She asked.

"Um... No..." I murmured in response. Well, that was the right answer, Shelly took a breath then held my hips as she drove my dick all the way down her throat. My hands instantly took a handful of hair and held her in place as she moved her throat muscles, massaging my dick. I thought I was going to blow my load right then. I'd never had a girl do this to me before - didn't know it was even possible. This girl held on to me as I ground my balls up against her chin and I moaned loudly as she kept up the attack on my dick. Shelly finally gagged as she ran out of air, so I let go of her, but even then she waited a few seconds before pulling back and releasing my dick. She panted as she caught her breath, spit running down her chin and my dick throbbing in front of her face as I told her how amazing she was.

"Damn! That was... Fuck!" My legs shook as I held her shoulders to keep from falling over. She began to giggle, then kept repeating her actions again and again. I was in heaven as this girl sucked me off. And to think, I was not looking forward to this evening at all. After a good fifteen minutes of being sucked off, Shelly stopped and asked me what time it was. 

"Oh, yea, we better go..." I hated to tell her, but it was the truth. My sister would be mad if we showed up late. She kissed the head of my dick again before promising to finish me later, and that she had lots more tricks to show me. 

"I love sucking your dick." Shelly whispered to me as I zipped my pants back up. She grabbed her coat and I somehow managed to get my composure back as we headed down the stairs to the parking lot. 

"Where was this movie again?" I had to ask as we settled in my car.

"Northside Mall." Shelly reminded me, then reached over to rub the front of my pants as I pulled out of her apartment complex.

"It takes about twenty minutes to get there, you don't mind if I play with it while you drive do you?" She giggled. That would be a big 'hell no' I thought as she unzipped me again.

I'm going to have to thank my sister, Kelly for this, I thought as my dick was pulled out. This girl was her friend and I only asked her out because my sister insisted on it, telling me how sorry she felt that Shelly always sat at home Saturday nights while all her other friends had dates. It could be because she was about 50 pounds overweight, but then again, it could be because she just moved here about six months ago and no guy has found out what a good date she was yet – I was the first.

It all started with a phone call from my sister, Kelly who insisted that I call Shelly and ask her to double date with my sister and some guy she was going out with tonight. Kelly felt bad that her overweight friend was sitting home alone again while my she was going out on an endless stream of dates. Of course Kelly was one fine looking girl, and while Shelly wasn't ugly by any stretch, it was harder for overweight girls to catch a boyfriend, unless that is, they have some very useful talents, which this girl did.

"I love giving blowjobs, can you tell?" She giggled as she once again took my into her mouth, this time just up to the head, which she then bathed it with her tongue, around and around as she made these sexy sounds like she was eating the best desert in the world, and for all I know, dick was at least her second favorite food. 

"I'll let you cum wherever you want - my mouth, face, tits. Think about it, OK?" She told me as she let my dick slip out of her mouth. Jesus, decisions, decisions...

Unfortunately, we were pulling into the mall's parking lot and I had to reach down and pull her head off me so I could park. She wiped off her chin with my shirttail before sitting up. I had to struggle to fit in my jeans and was lucky I had brought a jacket, which I used to hide the fact that I had a serious erection as we ran to meet my sister. I glanced at my watch. Good, just enough time.

Kelly was waiting outside the ticket booth and frowned at me, scolding me that we were almost late. I hugged my sister and shook hands with her date. We all hurried inside and found seats off to the right side of the theater. There was no one to my right side and Shelly sat in the middle next to Kelly, with John to her left. The lights no sooner went out, that Shelly leaned over and asked me if I had decided where I was going to cum when she continued my blowjob.

"Haven't decided, but probably face." I answered, having always wanted to try that.

"I bet you taste really good though." She whispered back. Oh, fuck! I had trouble keeping my mind on this stupid movie as all kinds of thoughts ran through my head. Suddenly. She moved her jacket until it was covering my lap and reached over and unzipped my pants again. I glanced over to my sister as my dick got hard. My sister nodded at me, and mouthed the words "thank you" to me as her friend jerked me off. I nodded back and turned my attention back to the screen, hoping my sister didn't notice that I was getting a handjob.

I ate my popcorn to keep from moaning as my dick was being jerked up and down with incredible expertise. 

"I swallow." She whispered in my ear as she squeezed my dick. I almost lost it on that remark, and I grabbed her hand to hold it still while I calmed down. Just then Kelly leaned around Shelly and asked how I liked the movie.

"It's good, thanks." I replied, not trusting myself to speak a whole lot more. I was using all my energy to not shoot off into this girl's coat. My sister smiled, I knew she was grateful that I'd done this for her. I was glad too, in more ways than one.

Shelly managed to get me back into my pants and all zipped up by the time the credits ran, and I moved my jacket over my crotch as Shelly took hers. This would be a whole lot easier if Kelly wasn't three feet away!

My sister and her date asked us to join them for a burger and as much as I wanted to head back to Shelly's place so she could finish me off, I answered "Sure."

Each couple went to their own car and we had a ten minute drive to the restaurant before we met up again. Shelly proceeded to tell me the dirtiest stories I ever heard as we drove, starting with the time she first sucked some guy off. There was an older kid on the school bus, and he used to tease her about her weight, which always made her cry, but one day, she decided she'd turn the tables on him. It was no secret what boys want – even at that age, Shelly told me, and when this boy was sitting all alone in the back of the bus, Shelly made her move, getting up and sitting next to him.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asked her. I want to see you thing, Shelly answered. He smiled and pulled out his dick, proudly showing off his developing manhood. She didn't hesitate and reached down to touch it. Two minutes later his load was splattered on the back on the seat in front of them.

"I was hooked right then, I tell you." Shelly went on.

"The best part was that he treated me really good after jerking him off – and even better, a few weeks later when he met me in the woods behind my house – that's where I learned how to give blowjobs, we'd practice everyday after school.

"I was worried about the taste at first – and how much came out. Hell, I didn't know, but after I blew him, I even wished there had been more, it tasted so good." My dick was really hard now and missed my turn as we drove by the restaurant where we were meeting Kelly at. 

Once inside, we ate and laughed about the movie, which had been pretty bad by everyone's account. I hadn't cared a bit, seeing how I had gotten a handjob all the way through it. 

We ate and talked for an hour before Shelly said that she had to get up early the next day and should be going. My sister kissed my cheek as we left as she whispered what a good brother I was. I kissed her back and told her that I was having fun. She had no idea.

On the ride back to Shelly's apartment, she pulled out her big tits, telling me how soft they were and how much they love a load of cum shot on them. I looked down as I drove. Wow, fat girls do have huge breasts, and this girl's were mega-huge. The nipples alone were bigger than my last girlfriend's entire breasts.

She unbuckled her seat belt and got closer to me, letting me reach over and grab a handful of warm tit. God, they were soft. I played with them all the way back to her apartment, all the while Shelly continued to tell me storied of her sexual escapades. Seems after she gave her first blowjob, the boy told all his friends and she ended up sucking off a few of them as well – and never again was she teased about being overweight.

Shelly held my hand going up her stairs and once inside, she told me to sit on her couch. In seconds, my dick was being freed and she was on her knees in front of me.

"You said in my face, correct?" Shelly asked as she licked up and down on my throbbing cock.

"Yea, if you don't mind. I've never done that before." I told her as I held her chin in my hands.

"Oh, no, I'll like wherever you like, really." With that, she took me down her throat, and as my balls ground up against her chin, I felt like my dick was going to shoot out the back of her head. I'd never been so far down a girl's throat before and couldn't believe how easily Shelly accomplished this. It was like she had no gag reflex at all. She held me tight in her mouth until tears ran down her cheeks, wanting to please me as much as she could.

Next, she showed me several more ways she could suck a dick, my favorite was the way she hummed while sucking the head as hard as she could, that one drove me over the cliff and two minutes after she started that one, I was yelling I was going to shoot. Shelly pulled her head off me and jerked with both hands, pointing my dick at it's target as I shot a bucket of cum in her face.

"You are amazing." I moaned, which made her smile as she finished up. I looked down. Her face was covered with cum, from her forehead to her chin – there was even a gob hanging from her right eyelash. My head dropped backwards, exhausted from all the teasing and release. I breathed deeply as I regained my strength. Shelly stayed on her knees and slowly cleaned me off as I shuttered. When I looked down, she'd undone her top and was about to wrap her impressive tits around my cock.

"Lay back and close your eyes." She instructed, so I did, feeling the incredible warmth from her soft breasts. It didn't take long before I almost fell asleep from how warm and soft she felt. Shelly took it slow and let me relax as she held her body up against me. My last girlfriend had the smallest tits and couldn't have dreamed of pleasing me this way. My dick began to harden again and my feeling of sleepiness left as I reached down and squeezed her tits tighter around my dick. Shelly giggled and began to lick the head of my dick as it appeared from between her tits with every stroke.

"I want some more cum.. Please...Please cum in my mouth this time." Shelly begged as her soft tits pressed against me. As I stared at her, I was reminded that she never cleaned off from me shooting my last wad on her face, and it had dried on her cheeks. I began to squirt and she opened her mouth, catching the first shot right on her tongue, then closing her lips around the head of my dick as I filled her mouth, where she finished me off.

"Yummy." Shelly told me in a very serious voice. "Your cum tastes great, I mean it." Then she sucked hard on my softening dick, getting all she could out of me, before I finally lifted her head off and telling her that I had to go.

"Tell your friends what a good time you had, OK?" Shelly looked up at me with a big smile.

"I will, if you want me to." I couldn't believe she wanted me to tell everyone about her blowing me this evening. Oh, yea, she will have no trouble at all making new friends here.

"Word of mouth is the best advertisement." She giggled. I knew then that this was her way of keeping a steady supply of dates. Being a little heavy was not going to stop her from having as much fun as any other girl in school. She was still kneeling there as I closed the door, my legs barely able to carry me to my car.



First Date



By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2003




Eight – The First Date

Rosa had Kathy's dinner ready almost an hour early, prompting Kathy to ask what was going on. Having no idea that her daughter had witnessed her and Dutch frolicking in bed earlier, Rosa was a little flip in answering.

"Got a date."

"With the guy you were screwing this morning?"

"What!"

Kathy blithely ignored her mother and turned a page of People's magazine.

Frozen in time and space, Rosa forced herself to react and firmly said, "Kathy, what did you just say to me?"

The teenager closed the magazine and looked directly at her mother. Her eyes were defiant. "I saw the two of you this morning," she said coldly. 

Rosa recovered well enough to respond, "Did you? Well if I have anything to say about it you'll be seeing a lot more of him."

"Well I hope he has his clothes on when I do," she spat out and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her and fell sobbing on her bed.

Rosa gave her a minute then entered the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to comfort the girl. "Kathy, I didn't mean for you to see us like that. But it happened. We may have something beautiful going. His name is Bob, but he prefers Dutch. We like each other very much and God knows we could use a man around here."

Still full of rebellion, Kathy went for the heart, "Yeah, you were sure using him this morning, mother."

Angered by her daughter's attack, Rosa forgot to be diplomatic and shot back, "He may be moving in with us, so get used to it." Then left the room slamming the door behind her for emphasis, with Kathy's crying ringing in her ears. 

Rosa took a long, hot shower and when she came out she had calmed down and was ready to deal with Kathy, but her daughter remained in her room until Rosa left for her date with Dutch.





First Date



Unable to remain motionless any longer, he began to match her thrusts with his own. Rosa was swept up with his vigorous movements and, fist in mouth began to moan joyously.

"Oh, Baby!"

"It's so good, baby!"

Dutch added some comments of his own. "Ah, you're so fucking tight . . . so tight! Oh . . . fuck me bitch! Oh, you lovely bitch, fuck me!"

Rosa felt as if her lower extremities were now a vast swamp. The sucking, slurping noises his cock generated as it strove in and out of her hole seemed to confirm her thoughts.

"Gonna come soon, baby. Come with me, come with me please!"

His words appeared to startle Rosa. Her body jerked, her mouth opened and a wordless "Oh!" formed but didn't pass her lips.

"Come with me, Rosa!" He was pleading with her. She rose up on him and hovered.

"Oh!"

And his member suddenly swelled up forcing her vaginal walls apart and he came, hurling lightning bolts of semen against her cervix.

The first sensation of his scalding ejaculate as it coated her vaginal walls galvanized Rosa into a tremendous climax. To Dutch it appeared that she was having a convulsion, but he was powerless to do anything but finish coming. No sooner had he finished than she collapsed upon him, eyes rolled back in her head, chest heaving, unable to gather sufficient air to breathe.

Dutch raised his hand and looked at his watch. He wanted to take Rosa home before it got too late. He was concerned about how her daughter would react to her mother's being out so late. It was uncharacteristic and he didn't want Kathy resenting him any more than a teen normally would a new intruder into her life.

He discovered Rosa staring at him.

"What?" He asked softly.

He saw her grin and purse her lips. "Now that was wonderful. Is some kind of encore possible?" She asked playfully.

"Oh," Dutch smiled, taking the bait. "Maybe some of this," and circled his trigger finger around her stiffening nipple. "And maybe a little of this," he said taking her hand and placing it on his rising erection.

"Ummm," Rosa purred. 

"And perhaps a little of this," he said mischievously, cupping her cunt and applying a downward pressure. "That is, if it's all right with you."

Rosa's eyes fluttered and she gasped. "Jesus! You really turn me on!" She moaned loudly and

bit her lip and nodded. At the same time she involuntarily arched her back against him. Dutch laughed brusquely and trailed a finger along her slit.

Still laughing at her seemingly helpless position, he brought his hand to his mouth and inhaled the scent of her arousal. Seeing him do this forced a moan from deep in her esophagus. And she came as he sucked her juices from his finger.

He grunted and told her he loved the way she tasted, and leaned forward to kiss her, darting his tongue into her mouth. Her breath caught in her throat as he cupped her breast; air rushing into her lungs only when her desire compelled her to moan.

Minutes passed. Finally he pulled back from the kiss and looked at her. Rosa was lost in a hazy world of carnal desire. Another minute passed as he studied her face. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at him.

He smiled at her. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. He was elated when she smiled in return.

"I love you so much," she panted.

"I love you too," Dutch said softly. Hearing the words sent her off into another world. And she remained there until Dutch became concerned and shook her shoulder.

Gradually she returned to reality. "Huh?"

I should get you home. Your daughter will be concerned if you're out too late."

"Oh, yeah, thanks, you're right."

They drove to Rosa's without speaking to one another. But both were lost in thought. Both had resolved to a serious commitment and wondered if it was a mistake.



First Date



Laura noticed his eyes first, of course. It was impossible not to; they were a brilliant blue in an otherwise unremarkable face.

"Gerald said you were exquisite," he said softly. "For once, he wasn't exaggerating."

Laura looked down at her salad. She never believed compliments, and so never knew how to respond. "How long have you known Gerald?" 

"Since university," Michael said. "Never mind the actual number."

English accent, but he'd been in the U.S. a long time. Still, the polished vowels made her a little weak in the knees. Gerald would have known that, of course, would have known to find her a professional man, someone with something to lose if things turned ugly.

Gerald knew everything, really, and Laura wondered what it was about her that made him think she and Michael would be a good fit.

Dinner first.

The restaurant was only half-full, and the hostess had tucked them away in a quiet corner, probably thinking they were on a date.

And they were, kind of. They'd seen each other before, at the play parties Gerald loved to throw. He'd taught her the game, a thousand years ago, and they'd remained good friends.

"You're a lawyer?" she asked.

"Isn't everyone in Washington a lawyer?" 

Nice sidestep.

"Not me," she said. "I'm a writer."

"Gerald mentioned that," he said, leaning back to let the waiter set their plates down. "A magazine, I think?"

Some kind of fish for him, some kind of pasta for her. She never noticed food when she ate with others; she wouldn't eat half of it, and wouldn't taste any of it.

Too self-conscious, she could hear her last master say critically. Too timid.

"Yes. Nothing you've heard of." She hated her job, didn't even read what she wrote any more. But it paid well. She took a bite, chewed, swallowed. Lobster ravioli.

"Try this," Michael said, offering her a bite of food from his plate. 

His first test. She felt her face grow warm as she leaned forward to accept it. Could he tell?

He gave no sign, but speared a ravioli from her plate and popped it in his mouth. "Excellent choice."

"Have you been here before?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized her question could be taken any number of ways.

He smiled, acknowledging the undertones. "Yes, once or twice."

She smiled back, and wondered if he meant the restaurant or the discreet first meeting.

"Try the wine," he suggested. "It's very good."

Laura took a sip and was surprised to find she agreed. She didn't usually like white wine. It all seemed to be too dry or too sweet. "It's nice," she said, and took another sip.

"You prefer red?" he asked. 

"I'm not really a wine person," she said, half-apologetically. "I think my taste buds might be defective."

He smiled again, warmer this time. "I doubt you have any defects at all," he said, and offered her another bite of his fish.

She blushed, but took the food. "Thank you. It's wonderful." She could actually taste it.

He liked the blush, she could tell. "They always do a good job here," he said. 

They ate the rest of their meals in silence, but it was comfortable. The tight feeling in her stomach disappeared, and she found herself enjoying her food.

The waiter re-appeared when Michael signaled for more wine. "Do you still serve that dessert? Chocolate Indulgence, I think?"

The waiter smiled. "Of course, sir. Two forks?"

"One," Michael said. He smiled at Laura. "I expect you to eat half." 

He stretched his legs under the table, and his knee brushed against hers. The tiniest shiver went through her.

"I'll have a bite," she agreed, trying not to stare at his hands. It was ridiculous how badly she wanted him to touch her.

The waiter came back with a wedge of some sort of cake. It looked impossibly rich. He set it in the middle of the table. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, this is perfect," Michael said. He offered her the first bite. 

Taking control, she thought, and let him feed her.

"Heavenly," she said, and he fed her another bite, then another.

"Aren't you going to have any?"

He smiled. "I can enjoy watching you enjoy it and not worry about the extra time at the gym," he said. "Are you wearing panties?"

Laura looked up, shocked at the question.

"Yes or no, darling. Are you wearing panties?"

He had definitely taken control, she thought. "Yes."

"Take them off, please, and set them on the table."

She discreetly slid her skirt up and, raising her hips, slipped her panties off. Looking carefully around the room, she set the scrap of pink silk and lace on the table.

"Now, pull your skirt up around your waist and scoot your chair toward me," he said. His voice was crisp, very matter-of-fact. "Closer, darling."

She moved her chair another few inches until he could reach under the table and brush his fingers across her shaved mound. "So smooth," he purred, gently cupping her sex. "Do you always keep your pussy shaved?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, instantly obedient. God, she was hopeless.

"Gerald trained you well," he said. "Open your legs, now, darling. You're going to come for me now."

She opened herself to him, closing her eyes as his fingers sought out her clit. He began rubbing and stroking the tender little nub with one hand and with the other, he fed her the rest of the cake.

"Keep your eyes on me. We don't want anyone to know what a little slut you are, now do we? That's right, darling. Another bite for me," he said, so softly she could barely hear him. He found "the" spot, the one that always worked, and she gasped. "Shhh. Now, when you come, I want you say, very softly, 'I'm coming.' And I want you to keep saying it until your orgasm is finished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, afraid she'd scream if she spoke any louder.

"That's good," he said, his voice soothing as his fingers continued their sweet torture, rubbing and circling until she wanted to scream. But she sat, ladylike, and let him feed her another bite of cake. "That's very good, isn't it? Just another minute or two and we're going to see just how well Gerald taught you, aren't we?"

Her clit was swollen and hot and he began lightly tweaking it. Laura bit her lip, tried to keep her breathing steady, and Michael laughed, delighted by her struggle to obey his orders.

"Oh, you are so ready, aren't you? So ready to come for me, right here in front of all these people." He started strumming the little bud, and she couldn't breathe, then he gave it a quick, light pinch and she felt her hips beginning to rock involuntarily. "Keep still. I don't care how good it feels. You'll keep still and take it, or I'll bend you over this table and spank that naked bottom while all these nice people watch."

Another pinch and the orgasm took her. "I'm coming," she said softly, voice harsh as she struggled not to scream. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming."

The orgasm seemed to last forever, and she was sweating with the effort not to scream. But she managed to keep quiet and still as it swept through her. When it finally ended, she was flushed and trembling, barely able to sit up straight.

"Very good, my darling," he said, and she wanted to weep at his praise. "What a good little slut you are. Gerald would be so proud of you. Now, don't move, sweet. Stay just like that, spread open and ready for me. You've done such a good job that you deserve another orgasm, just for yourself. Catch your breath now, and we'll begin again in a minute."

"Please, sir, I can't," Laura whispered frantically. "I'll be too loud. Someone will hear me."

"Talking back? For that disobedience, we'll start again now. Not a sound, remember, or over that table you'll go."

He zeroed in on the magic spot this time, not needing to explore her, and began lightly rubbing again. Laura looked away for a second, trying to compose herself, and when she looked back, their waiter was beside her.

"Everything all right? Can I get you anything else? Sir? Ma'am?" He smiled at Laura, eager to please.

"No, I think we're fine, thanks," she managed, feeling the heat rising through her body.

Michael smiled mischievously. "Refresh my memory," he said, giving Laura's clit the slightest pinch. "Did this used to be a seafood place, or am I thinking of someplace else?"

The waiter launched into a long explanation -- touchy chefs, high fuel prices, over-fished oceans -- as Michael's fingers continued their stealthy, relentless play.

He asked the waiter something about the wine list and flicked her clit once too often, and she was coming again. "I'm coming," she said, a little louder this time, her hips rocking just a little under Michael's persistent touch. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

The waiter stared at her, taking in her flushed face. Then he glanced down and Laura knew he could see everything, her spread thighs, Michael's hand busy between her legs.

Michael's smile was bland now. "When you get a minute, do you think you could bring us the check? No hurry."

When he finally moved his hand, she was ready to weep with relief and embarrassment.

"Please, sir, may I cover myself?" she asked softly.

"No, darling, because I'm going to play with you again in a second. I just wanted to give you a minute to compose yourself," he said. "They do say the third time's the charm, don't they? Maybe I'll tease you and make you beg for it this time. Would you like that? All these people watching while you squirm over my hand? I'll bet the waiter's back there telling the whole kitchen what we've been up to."

She kept her eyes on the tablecloth, afraid to speak. When his hand slipped back between her legs, she closed her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had pleasured her so effectively. And some part of her, the part Gerald knew best, wanted desperately to be reduced to begging for it. 

She had realized a long time ago that nothing made her come harder than audience. Michael seemed to be a very fast learner.

His touch was feather-light on her tender clit, but they both knew it wasn't going to take much to make her come again. Clever fingers circled her clit, never touching the aching center, and Laura groaned, unable to keep silent as he teased her.

He grinned at her. "I'll let you come, but you're going to have to ask me nicely," he said, making her gasp as he quickly slid one finger deep inside her, then just as quickly withdrew it. "And you can't ask me yet, darling. Just sit there and take it like a good little slut; I'll tell you when you're allowed to beg for it."

The torment continued for several minutes, Michael teasing and withdrawing, bringing her closer and closer to release, then pulling his hand away. Laura somehow managed to sit still and keep quiet, forcing herself to stare at the wineglass in front of her.

She was just about to beg, unable to stand the torture for another second, when the manager appeared.

"Hi, folks," he said affably. "Just wanted to make sure everything was all right for you this evening."

His eyes went straight to Laura's crotch, where Michael's hand worked skillfully.

Michael smiled. "We're having a lovely evening, thanks. I was just about to give my companion permission to beg me for another orgasm. She's had two already, but some women...." He let his voice trail off, then turned to Laura and raised one eyebrow in an obvious command.

Face flaming, Laura managed to stammer, "Please, sir, may I come?"

"Louder, darling. I can't quite hear you."

She moaned as he tweaked her aching clit. "Please sir," she said again, louder. "May I come?"

His fingers brushed lightly over the quivering center. Laura realized one of the women at the next table was staring at them.

"Well, first I want you to promise that you'll announce it again, but you'll have to be louder this time," Michael said. "Do you promise?"

Just the slightest pinch and she was reeling. So close....

"Yes, sir," she moaned. "I'll be louder."

"You'll have to be louder than that," Michael teased, giving her another pinch. "Now ask me again to let you come."

Several people were staring now. Laura could feel a flush of heat building. Nothing like an audience, she thought again, almost triumphant. "Please, sir," she asked again, knowing her voice carried through the suddenly hushed dining room. "May I come?"

"Remember your promise," he ordered, fingers moving quicker on her overheated clit. "You don't want me to punish you in front of all these people." His hand shifted slightly, and zeroed in on the magic spot. One stroke, two, three and Laura was squirming, not even trying to be discreet as he finally allowed her release.

"I'm coming," she almost shouted, hips bucking under Michael's skilled fingers. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

He knew just what to do to make it last, she thought, just how to touch her to keep the waves of sensation pounding through her, and she cooperated enthusiastically, feeling the shocked stares of the other diners. The weight of their stairs only added to the pleasure coursing through her until she finally stilled, exhausted with pleasure.

Michael's eyes sparkled with triumph. "Pull your skirt down, darling." He handed the manager his credit card and waved the man away, then leaned over to kiss her warmly. Laura froze for a second, surprised by the kiss, then melted, opening her mouth to accept his warm, liquid tongue. Another kiss, and he lifted his drenched fingers to her mouth. "Clean me up," he ordered. "Taste yourself."

She was hopeless, she thought, obediently licking and sucking her juices from his fingers.

When she was done, he kissed her again, drawing her tongue into his mouth to suck on it. "Mmm," he said. "Delicious."

They were still kissing when the manager brought Michael's credit card back, then disappeared again. Michael released her, finally, to sign the check. "Let's get out of here," he said.

Laura could feel the stares as they left the restaurant, feel Michael's hand resting possessively on the curve of her ass as he guided her out to the street and around the corner to the driver's side of her car.

He unlocked the door for her, then leaned her back against it as he claimed her mouth again. He guided her hand to his crotch, to his hard cock pushing through the wool of his trousers. Not letting herself think, Laura quickly unfastened his belt, then his fly and dropped to her knees.

Michael groaned as she took the full length of his cock in her mouth, but he didn't argue. He laid his hands lightly on either side of her head, gently guiding her mouth up and down on his shaft.

She licked and sucked him gratefully, sliding one hand up to stroke and tickle his balls. She'd never given anyone a blow job on the street before, but she worked him over skillfully right there on K Street until he was thrusting into her mouth, unable to keep still under her greedy mouth. He barely managed not to scream as he came, and Laura swallowed as much of his cum as she could before licking his spent cock clean. She wiped her face quickly on his shirt tail, then stood as he zipped himself back up.

"Christ," he laughed, pulling her into another kiss. "Gerald didn't mention that."

Another kiss, and then he drew back to look at her. He studied her face for several seconds. "I think that you and I should re-consider the nature of any arrangement we might have thought about," he said. "I think, darling, that we might be more than playmates, if you agree."

Laura nipped his chin lightly. "More than playmates? You mean lovers?"

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Exactly," he said. "But lovers who play, publicly and privately. We'll set up a system of some kind."

This was a first, she thought. "We can talk about it. One rule, though. You don't share me unless I agree in advance."

That had been a sore point with her last master.

"Darling, I have no intention of sharing you at all, except to let others stare with envy," Michael said, and kissed her again. "Now, take me back to your place, and I'll give you a very nice spanking." Another kiss. "Unless you'd rather I spanked you here."

"On a first date?" She grinned up at him. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"



First Date



"Well?"

She glanced at him, then at the materials on his desk. He had all the proof he needed, right in front of him. No point in trying to talk her way out of it.

"Yes, I did. No need for the police; I'll go quietly."

"Not so fast. While your actions were both unethical and unlawful they did not cause the company undue harm. You've been an excellent employee, until now. I am disposed to give you another chance." He paused for a moment and gazed evenly at her. "However, I must be certain you will not repeat the offense. There must be punishment."

She looked warily at him. "What sort of punishment?"

He told her, in detail, what he had in mind. She instantly blushed. "That ... that's indecent, obscene. I should have you arrested, right here and now."

He took that calmly. "You could. I might suffer for that, although I have very good lawyers. I would, however, be forced to bring this matter to the attention of the authorities. You would certainly suffer for that; blacklisting, prison, then starting over in a new career with a criminal record. Surely my proposed punishment would be preferable to that."

She glared at him. He returned her gaze, waiting for her answer. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You do not. Have I ever lied to you?"

"No."

"Have I ever broken my word?"

She blushed at that; her own betrayal of trust made that subject sensitive. "No."

"Then you probably can trust me. I do promise not to harm you in any way and not to record any of the proceedings in any manner."

"And those?" She pointed to the documents on the desk.

"Locked in my safe. Only the two of us have seen them; as long as you comply and give no further trouble no one else will see them."

Damn him; he was right. The lesser of the two evils. "All right. I'll do it." The distaste in her voice was tangible. He was unfazed by it. "Excellent. You may have the rest of the day off to prepare. I'll pick you up at your place at eight; please be ready." He picked the papers up and locked them in his desk. "That's all." She spun and strode out of his office.

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He rang her bell promptly at eight. She was ready, of course. She had considered standing him up, or delaying, or disobeying his instructions, but there was no point in annoying him, not when he could simply turn her over to the police instead. Better to comply and get it over with. She opened the door and let him in. He wore a dark blue suit, light blue shirt, and dark blue tie; clean shaven, hair freshly cut and combed. Quite attractive, really; under other circumstances ...

He closed the door behind him, then took a moment to appraise her. She turned around when he signaled, her heels clicking on the polished tile floor, her red evening dress flaring slightly. He nodded approval. "The items are in place?"

She blushed, then nodded, yes. "Show me." Her blush reddened as she lifted the hem of her dress to expose her abdomen.

Under the dress she wore no panties. A garter belt held up black sheer stockings; above them a leather harness held matching dildos firmly in her vagina and rectum. "Excellent. And the other items?" She lowered her dress and opened her purse, showing him the contents. "Perfect." He reached out and closed her purse, then took her arm. "Shall we?" She let him lead her out to his car.

The restaurant was nice; the Thai cuisine excellent. And the cinnamon coffee afterward; heavenly. The last meal of the condemned. He was a good conversationalist, adept at both commenting and listening; she found herself relaxing and enjoying his company, in spite of the circumstances. She even complimented him on his choice of restaurant; he smiled and allowed that it was a favorite of his. When they had finished and he had paid the bill, with a healthy tip, he took her arm and led her out.

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He had a spacious home in a fashionable suburb, set well back, with plenty of trees and shrubs to screen it from prying eyes. He pulled up into the garage, opened her door for her, and led her through the house to the den.

Inside his home was quiet, nothing ostentatious. Bland, really; in need of a woman's touch. "Drink?"

"Scotch, on the rocks, please." He raised an eyebrow at that; an unusual choice for a woman. He poured two glasses, then handed hers to her. "Cheers." They drank.

After a few moments he set his glass down and waved her into the middle of the room. She finished her drink in one long swallow, then set it down and stepped into the middle of the rug. He smiled and seated himself.

She turned slowly around, stopping with her back to him. She reached back and unzipped her dress, then turned completely around until her back faced him before letting it fall to the floor. Under it she wore no bra; she tossed her hair forward until it covered her breasts, then turned to face him and knelt on the rug. With a quick flip she tossed her hair back, exposing her breasts.

He nodded approvingly, got up and handed her purse to her, then resumed his seat. She set the purse on the floor beside her, then opened it.

She extracted a pair of handcuffs; these went around her ankles. Another pair, locked to the first with a padlock. She massaged her breasts until her nipples were erect, then extracted a pair of weighted nipple clamps and fastened them in place. A sleep mask covered her eyes, then a leather gag with a large insert went over her mouth. She reached back and locked her wrists in the second pair of cuffs.

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She was really nervous now. True, he had promised not to harm her or record any of it, but could she really trust him? She was completely at his mercy, unable to escape or make any sound which could be heard outside the room. If he changed his mind ...

Ice clinked in a glass as he finished his drink; footsteps on the rug as he approached. "Very nice. You have kept your half of the bargain; now I will keep mine. I promised not to harm you and not to record the proceedings, and I shall keep that promise. I will, however, enjoy myself. She stiffened in alarm; what did he mean by that?

A touch as he kissed her forehead. Another; a hand on her shoulder. The other hand on her waist. She could feel him kneeling next to her as he began to gently caress her body.

Warm, gentle, firm, strong; she felt her body respond in spite of her will to the contrary. She ordered back the tide, with no more success than Canute; she was becoming aroused in spite of herself.

He gently pushed her over and laid her on her back. Ignoring her murmured protests he spread her legs; she could feel his warm breath on her groin. A moan escaped her lips; then she twitched as his lips brushed her vulva. His hands grasped her thighs, holding her in place as he began to explore her sex with his lips and tongue.

Waves of pleasure rolled over her; she was helpless, drowning in it. Higher, higher still, until finally a shuddering climax left her panting. He chuckled a bit, then drew back and rolled her over onto her stomach. After removing the padlock and pocketing it he pick her up and carried her off to the bedroom.

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She was lying naked on his bed, cuffed hands chained to a bedpost, cuffed ankles chained to the diagonally opposite post. He lay naked against her back; he had removed the dildo from her rectum and was taking her from behind. His hand moved the dildo in her vagina in time with his thrusts; his other massaged her breasts. Another climax shook her body.

He replaced the dildo in her rectum and moved around to the front, removing the one from her vagina to give himself access. As before; one hand massaging her breasts while the other manipulated the dildo in her rear in time with his thrusts. A third climax. He continued, joining in when she climaxed again with one of his own.

He replaced the dildo in her vagina, then removed her gag. A hand covered her mouth when she tried to speak. "Not yet." She waited; what next?

His lips brushed her sex; simultaneously she felt a touch on her lips. Oh; of course. Her mouth opened to receive his member, while he set to work below. They moved together, thrusting in sync, until a last shared climax left them spent.

He replaced the gag, then got up. She could hear him moving around, getting dressed, washing his face and combing his hair. When he was finished he released her from the bed and carried her back into the den. Once there he released her, replacing the cuffs, clamps, gag, and blindfold in her purse. She dressed while he tidied up a bit, then he drove her back to her place. He walked her to her door; a last kiss before he drove off home.

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She stood in front of his desk, a huge smile on her face. The email was complete; every move, from the moment they walked in the door until they left. Nothing edited, added, or deleted. He deleted it and looked up at her.

"The original is stored in a safe place. I have deleted all trace of it from my computer and the server, so you have the only other copy."

He sighed. "I promised not to record any of the proceedings. I never considered that you might."

"It was easy to break in and set up the cameras; you really should get a better security system. Don't worry; I've already removed them."

He looked evenly at her. "Name your price."

She dangled a set of handcuffs from one finger. "A second date."



First Date



Author's note: This is the first story of what will become a series about the history of me and my wife. Originally this was written to her, and it differs from the others in its attention to romantic detail. This will be more appealing for the sentimental types, though follow-on stories will be more sexual in nature. Enjoy. 

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I met my wife Tori while we were both in college. She was a year younger, and we met through a mutual friend who had dated Shane, one of my close friends. He had not been very attentive to Stacy, and I usually spent more time chatting with her than he did when we hung out in groups. We soon struck up a close but plutonic friendship. Stacy quickly figured out Shane was not long-term material, and they amicably split. Everyone remained friends, and not long afterward Stacy invited me to a group outing, promising it would be fun since I would be the only guy invited for a night of dancing, drinking, and cavorting. How do you refuse that? I sure as hell didn't.

I met up with Stacy at a large country bar, and she had several friends with her, including Tori, the only one I hadn't met before. I was immediately smitten: she was medium height (just under 5' 6") and quite svelte, no more than 105 lbs, with coltish grace and subtle curves. She was wearing tight fitting jeans and a designer black spaghetti strap blouse; the jeans fit her ass superbly and the bra she was wearing under the top was showing off some dynamite cleavage. I suspected her breasts were on the larger side of a B-cup, and they fit her frame perfectly. Her hair was straight, cut simple but with style, and looked pitch-black in the dim lighting of the bar (I later found out it was a dark, dark brown). 

All of this I accepted in a glance, and when you see so many attributes on one body, the unbidden fear arises that the face will somehow disappoint. But I could not have been more wrong: despite the great expectations raised by her amazing body and sexy apparel, the exotic beauty of her face shamed my anticipation of disappointment. Her mouth sat above a dainty chin, sporting soft lips and topped with a pixie nose. Faint freckles dusted the tops of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and the faint lines around her eyes on an otherwise flawless face denoted a habit of smiling that was both disarming and alluring. But the eyes themselves--slightly angled, darkened by eyeliner that contrasted starkly with the bright hazel of the irises, which also stood out against the darkness of her hair--stopped my breath and sent a rush of blood to my loins. They were striking, erotic, and sexual with an unrelenting smolder that kept me staring well beyond proper decorum. It was innocent beauty coupled with instinctual desirability. As I said, I was smitten.

And she, of course, was taken.

While her boyfriend was not present, Stacy noted my stare and pulled me aside. Wiping the drool off my chin, she smirked and told me, "Easy, Romeo, she isn't available...yet. I don't have much faith in her current relationship, but she is not the cheating type, and aggressively pursuing her right now would be a bad idea. Just play it cool. Here, I'll introduce you."

And so it went for the night. I danced with her a few times, chatting about nothing, enjoying her company while trying my hardest not to let her feel my erection during the slow songs. This girl was sexy, funny, and intelligent. I wanted nothing more than to put the moves on her, but Stacy's warning proved true, as Tori never once let on that she was interested, though she did make it clear that my company was welcome. Every other girl in the group knew I was devoted, but fortunately Tori never caught on, and while I did not see her again that Spring, I had made a fantastic impression which would play out very nicely a few months later.

Fast-forwarding to that moment...

Once again I was out en masse with my guy friends at a country-western bar (they can't be avoided when you go to school in Texas), and I was getting my drink on to deaden the pain of listening to the music you would expect to hear in such a place. Midway through my third beer a chorus of high-pitched catcalls and whistles announced the arrival of our pack of lady friends, and I turned to greet them. Stacy came shoving through the crowd toward me, wearing the same smirk from that Spring night last semester.

"Tori is here," she intoned with meaning.

Being an idiot, I did not catch on, and dumbly replied, "And...?"

"She's single." Stacy bit her lower lip and rapidly nocked her eyebrows a couple times. "You should definitely go ask her to dance..." her voice dropped and her eyes narrowed, "And she was asking if you'd be here tonight."

At that moment someone could have told me my clothes were on fire and I wouldn't have given a shit. I dropped my beer and started throwing my stupid guy friends out of the way, searching intently for the enigmatic and captivating girl whose memory had haunted me all summer. In the back of my mind, I wondered in my haste if perhaps I had embellished her beauty without reference to the original in so many months.

But then I saw her, and all doubt vanished. Her rich, dark hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that just reached her shoulders, and the luster of her skin against the form-fitting teal and black sundress she wore was as if her skin radiated light, exemplifying untarnished and energetic youth. Her eyes once again arrested my focus--she had used blue-green eyeshadow, drawing out the greener hazel of her eyes and matching the teal of her dress. It was edgy and vogue and sexy as hell. 

She was standing with another girl, laughing at something, and her smile and laugh carried through the room like sunlight. I basked in it momentarily, but quickly noticed how many of my friends were, too. These men were my brothers, and later we would risk our lives for each other, but at that moment those wolfish motherfuckers were homing in on and sizing up for conquest what God surely intended was to be mine. I did not hesitate or show any sign of weakness; I knew this girl was for me! Coupled with Stacy's reassurance that Tori was asking for me, I walked right up to her with all the arrogance and confidence inherent to a cocksure 21-year old alpha male and asked her to dance before any of the other clowns could make an introduction. 

The other girl (who had been present on that night months ago and knew the score) disappeared in a flash, and Tori continued to smile at me as her laughter waned. "Damon, right? I would love to."

Stacy had somehow instinctively known that the two of us belonged together, and she was 100% correct. The rest of the night Tori and I danced and laughed, and I could sense an intimacy growing this time around that had been missing the first night we met. Recollections of the summer and plans for the coming semester segued into meaningful personal questions and effortless banter that became a foundation for inside jokes when we rejoined the group to replenish our drinks. I found out her exotic features came from her Japanese grandmother, and though her grandfather and father had been full-blooded Caucasian, she retained that hint of ancestry completely removed from anything European. The hours flew by, and if one of the other guys had not gotten sick around midnight the two of us would probably have continued until last call. 

The bar's management had not been impressed with the distance of Parker's projectile vomit (although most of us were), and we were politely but firmly asked to leave. Stacy winked at me and quickly took charge of the situation.

"Okay, ladies and gents, I'm sober and so is Padraig, so he will drive you four and I'll take Sick Boy and Beth and Megan. Tori, you go with Damon. Okay, people, let's go." She quickly herded the group out the door while I closed out my tab.

"Are you okay to drive?" Tori asked as we walked out of the bar.

"I am; I switched to pop a couple hours ago."

"'Pop?'" She laughed, "What the hell is that?" 

I stuck my tongue out at her. "That's what we call it where I'm from, because a Coke is a Coke and a Sprite is a Sprite, and they are all pop...not 'cokes' like you illiterate Texans call them."

"Ohhhh, I see...so what are you going to take this illiterate Texan to do now? I don't really want to go back to Megan's place to watch them get drunk again; we've done that every night this week."

"Well, what do you want to do?"


She grinned. "Surprise me."

My confidence was ironclad by now, and I knew that what I wanted was the same for her. We had established the foundation; the faint bonds of honesty and attraction had simmered into sexual tension by our physical closeness throughout the night, and while it would have been wrong to make a move standing outside a crowded bar, I knew exactly where such a move could be made.

I brought my heels together and offered my hand in mock formality: "Come, my dear, let's go to Research Park."

The school campus, which was massive, had a large park beside the science college's complex that had been named in honor of the water purification experiments that were being conducted on the stream which meandered through the park, emptying into a largish pond surrounded by oak trees. I parked my truck at the head of the footpath which followed the stream, and nonchalantly but with great anticipation took Tori by the hand and led her into moonlit park.

Southern Texas in August is sweltering, but the heat softens at sunset and carries through the night, and on this evening was a full moon, or close to it; the reflected light was bright enough to read by but still incredibly intimate.

Tori, despite being a biology major, had never seen the Park, and barely knew of its existence. We walked and chatted, and she squealed with surprise when a giant toad hopped onto the path in front of us. She instinctively pressed her body into mine, and, lecherous frat boy that I was, I immediately put my arm around her waist in protection. Obviously the toad was harmless but I did not pull away, nor did I remove my arm when it hopped on and we continued walking.

We passed under the oak trees and came to the mouth of the stream, which widened into the pond and over which sat a wide bridge. We walked out onto it, our wooden footsteps echoing against the unhurried water beneath. Tori strode to the railing and I let my arm slip from her waist so I could watch her from a few steps away. She leaned against the railing and looked out onto the pond, watching the moon's reflection. I brazenly stared at her body, mesmerized by the pattern of shadows across her back twisting and melding with the teal and black pattern of her dress, studying her body and tracing the line of her ponytail down her slightly arched back to her beautiful ass. She put her arms on the rail, and I watched her lower legs flex as she stepped up onto her toes to lean out over the water. I stared, transfixed, as a breeze lightly swayed the hem of her dress and sent the tree branch shadows kaleidoscoping across her back. 

Slowly she lowered herself and simultaneously brought her chin down to her shoulder, presenting me with a profile of her face and ponytail, noting out of the corner of her eye my absolute stillness. She swung her hand around her body and delicately turned, leaning back with her hands on the rail and her elbows bending out over the water. Now confronted with the surreal topography of the front of her body, the hinted shape of her breasts seemed a mirage under the flowing shadows and twisting patterns, and I was locked immobile as my wandering eyes beheld her face.

A strand of hair had come loose from her ponytail and bisected her elfin features. It passed between her eyes, the green-blue eyeshadow melding in the moonlight to a dark grey, pierced by the whites of her eyes. She stared back at me with wide-eyed anticipation and direct challenge. Her shocking beauty, which I had foolishly believed I could cope with, was assaulting me, and every fiber of muscle and degree of willpower I possessed was brought to bear in a contest of wills with this sensual and surpassingly lovely girl. 

I was no virgin, but standing on that bridge I faced every fear I'd ever had of the fairer sex, of myself as a man, and found reflected in her face the attraction and wanton desire that I felt inside for her, and knew that I had not been found wanting. I slowly stepped forward, never breaking eye contact as the space between us closed. Directly in front of her I paused, letting the final doubts wither and die as I looked into her hopeful eyes and found my love. She was mine. And I was irrevocably hers.

We kissed. Perhaps it should have started gently, but instead we came together without hesitation and then increasingly with abandon, until we were furiously pressing our faces together and winding our tongues intricately between frantic gasps for air. I held her tightly, feeling her body quiver beneath the sheer material of her dress as I moved my hands up and down the length of her back. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she firmly ran her fingers through my hair, grazing the scalp with her fingernails.

The kiss ebbed and flowed, crested and fell for at least fifteen minutes. Finally she broke off and looked at me, panting sweetly for breath.

"Take me...somewhere else," she commanded, carrying in her husky voice all the innuendo and pleasures of the world. I took her by the hand and resolutely led her back to my truck. She followed without hesitation--my woman. The imprint of emotional intimacy between us was set like a wax seal, and the depths that had been hinted at in the moment of connection had been truly Baikalic and touched both of us. But so early in our relationship it had been as terrifying as it had been empowering, and now we needed release of the unbridled passion we felt, having been brushed so deftly by something so cosmic. 

"Somewhere else" was both tragically and fittingly my dorm room. (While I was indeed an upperclassman, obligations to the university forced me to live in a dormitory all four years, though not entirely against my will.) The tragedy was the overall lack of intimacy, as there were 80 other guys living on my floor alone, but our youth provided suitability--despite having found our soul mates and experiencing the budding of a lifelong love, we were still two college kids looking for a place to be alone so that we could do things with each other that nature, God, and even our parents intended, but not in such an abbreviated timeframe. College is great.

The dorm rules about visitors was lax and I hustled Tori up the stairs to my floor. The sterile, aging architecture and the smell of Brasso mixed with Pine Sol rocked the senses where the moonlit lake had soothed them, and we stole into my room as quickly as possible to escape the decidedly un-sensual atmosphere of the public spaces.

At least my room had human touches to mask the utilitarian nature of the building: carpet, blankets, pillows, posters and pictures on the wall, music, etc. Unfortunately, the drive over and the ruinous hallway had provided just enough contrast from our outrageously passionate kiss that once we safely entered my abode we were transformed back into shy and slightly bashful college kids, unsure of how to proceed.

"Umm...how about a movie?" Tori suggested.

Knowing that everyone in the Western Hemisphere likes Office Space, I threw it in the DVD player and turned off the lights, pulling Tori onto the futon with me (romantic, I know). She proved no exception to my theory, and we were both soon relaxed again as we watched Peter-man cope with his terrible life. 

The very situation--in a room alone with a sexy girl with the lights out, watching a movie--rekindled the suspended lust like a gasoline explosion, and before we even got to the hypnosis scene we were totally engrossed in each other again.

We kissed and groped and fondled our way into a lying position with her on top. I ran my fingers up and down her back, occasionally gliding my fingers across the firm globes of her ass in a tentative move to see how far she would let me go. When I got no resistance, I grew bolder and palmed each cheek, and I swear she moaned a little. The thin fabric of her dress did nothing to hide the silkiness of the skin beneath, and without any conscious design my fingers began crawling the dress up her legs. When my fingers reached the hem, her kissing became noticeably more energetic, and when I finally slid my hand over her bare cheek she grinned while she kissed and moaned into my mouth something akin to an "Aha!" sound. 

Whoever invented the thong should be sanctified. So should the genius who dreamed up the billowy, silky sundress. These men (or women) have earned the semi-deification worthy of a saint for generating the miracles of a barely concealed womanly form, unmarred by the lines of undergarments but instead magnified with intrigue and suggestion.

I was now beyond the point of suggestion, but the work of those virtuous people made the realization infinitely more rewarding. This beautiful derriere, which I had dreamed of for months, was now literally at hand, and I was content. But I was certainly not satisfied. 

Having exposed one end, I now endeavored to free the other. My hands slid up her ribcage to the thin straps on her shoulders, delicately separating the dress straps from the tighter bra straps. I took my time, making clear my intentions so she could give me some kind of warning to slow things down. Instead she brought her arms up and placed her elbows by my head, allowing me to gently pull the straps off her shoulders and let them fall down her arms. 

Smiling again, she leaned back and bored into my eyes with her green hazels as she freed one, then both arms from the straps, briefly revealing a black satin bra which quickly disappeared as she came back down to continue kissing. 

Naturally I was not satisfied with such a fleeting glimpse, and I used the excuse of our 

poor position to disengage and see her body more clearly.

"Let's put this thing into the bed position," I said as I patted the futon beneath me.

"Okay," she said, melting a little more of me with the heat of her gaze. She pushed herself back and revealed her scantily clad chest once more, and I hesitated briefly to take a mental snapshot before sliding out from beneath her.

"Should I move?" she asked.

I gave her a teasing smirk and promptly yanked the metal frame out of the sitting position down into the flat, spilling her onto the back of the thick mattress and eliciting a squeal. 

I was on her in a flash, sliding my hips between her legs and planting my arms beside her head.

"Oh!" she said in mock surprise at my aggressive maneuver, "My turn," and she immediately began unbuttoning my shirt. She got to the last button and kept right on going, loosening my belt buckle and unbuttoning my jeans. My breath became shallow as the back of her hand brushed the soft underside of my rock hard cock, barely concealed by the elongated elastic band of my boxer briefs. Once the jeans were undone, she pushed them off of my waist, leaning forward and kissing my chest as she continued to push. I took the hint and lifted my hips, letting the jeans fall to my ankles where I kicked them off. Not feeling like reenacting any Risky Business moments, I quickly removed my shirt and settled once again between her 

waiting legs and we resumed our make out session.

She proved just as adept at roving hands as I had been, tracing my spine and teasing the elastic band of my underwear while adding the intensely erotic motion of subtle grinding beneath my hips. My body responded in kind, and soon we settled into passionate and rhythmic frottage while I took my time exploring her neck and ears with my tongue.




First Date



By now I knew comfortably where I could roam, and I pushed my body lower to gain access to her upper body. I kissed and licked her collarbone on my way to the shoulder, where I killed time with my lips while debating how best to un-bra this lovely creature. Finally I just grabbed the shoulder strap with my teeth and pulled it off the side, then switched to her other side and did the same. 

Her hips continued to rise despite my absence, so I brought my leg up between hers to promote her stimulation. She immediately began grinding on my leg, and I watched her face as her eyes remained closed but her mouth opened and her back arched, silently calling rapture at the sensation. I used my additional leverage to slide my arms beneath her bowed back and deftly unfastened her bra. 

Her eyes remained closed as she tilted her head to the side and licked her lips, bringing her arms above her head and removing the bra completely. For the first time I beheld the most perfect breasts in the world, slightly more than a handful and lying deceivingly flat against her chest, topped with delicate nipples rounded by quarter-sized areolas. I must have stared too long, because I soon found her hands behind my head pulling me down to these wonderful mounds. I did not resist.

My first taste of her breasts was like kissing lavender, if it's possible to taste color. They were so soft, so supple, and I could feel the electricity running beneath her skin as her sensitive nerves carried my actions up her spine. Her hips ground into my thigh, and the first whispering moans of pleasure from her mouth started my member throbbing.

I must have carried on for several minutes--maybe days or perhaps years--but to me it flashed by in a few heartbeats, and I knew I would never in my life have enough of those wonderful breasts.

But apparently Tori was yearning for more, and her hands once again showed me the way, this time pushing my head lower down her body. This was almost too much to believe. Surely I would wake up soon! My visions of her throughout the summer had included many versions of me going down on her, a skill for which I was especially proud and dying to show to her if the situation ever arose. About now I considered it 'arisen.'

I slid down her body, past the dress now circling her waist, and came to her most sacred place. Her light blue thong was soaked in the crotch, and I mused briefly on how she had matched her underwear color scheme to the pattern of the dress. I have never felt like such a FUCKING DORK as I did at that moment.

I traced my finger up and down the moist material, hearing her breathing become deep and rhythmic. My finger traced the side of the panties, and with great anticipation I lifted them and slid my finger along the baby-smooth skin beneath. She must have shaved that very evening, because there was no resistance to my touch; it was just as smooth as her ass had been.

I continued discovering by touch the contours of her sex, sliding along the outside and teasing her by the infinitely close proximity to her wet pussy without actually touching the inside. I brought my other hand up and pulled the thong aside, revealing her shaven pussy. I could tease no more, and brought my mouth down to her. 

I started slowly, kissing the inside of her thigh while finally giving her some release with my finger, brushing it up and down her moist slit. I continued kissing my way closer to that finger, inhaling deeply the scent of this lovely girl. It was clean and virulently intoxicating.

Arriving at last, I decided to let my tongue be the first part of me to enter her, so I removed my finger. But I was not quite ready to move in; a perfect and holy snatch like this must be unveiled part by part, and I was going to be downright Jesuit in observing the rituals of this Holiest of Holies.

Flattening my tongue I broadly swept it from bottom to top. Her body immediately went rigid, then sank into the mattress bonelessly as she sighed. I repeated the action, her body merely twitching this time, then continued lapping until she was inert and pliable. Only then did I begin probing. Continuing with my gentle touch, I parted her lips and was met with a pungent flow of her excitement. I spread it around her clit and played with the little button until her moans became constant. I backed off, returning to her depths, this time with more fervor. The moaning escalated, and I brought my finger back to probe farther than my tongue could ever reach.

She was so tight! I barely fit my finger in to the second knuckle despite how wet she was. I stopped pressing and let her adapt, returning my tongue to her clit to redirect her mind from the intrusion of my finger. It worked: my finger slid the rest of the way in, and she sighed in pleasure.

Then I began in earnest. For the next ten minutes I alternated between thrusting and coaxing, forcing and massaging, focusing every iota of my being into making this girl orgasm like she never had in her life. Every trick, every instinct I could muster to learn the limits of her body; sucking on a nipple now, pressing my finger here, I discovered the instrumentation of her body and began my aria, my life's work on an atavistic medium. 

When at last I sensed her climax approaching, I had two fingers inside her and was working over her neck and breasts with my mouth. With the moment arriving, I returned my tongue to her clit, and flicked, licked, and drew forth from her core a shattering orgasm that swept over her body in waves of ecstasy, shaking her head as her back arched, propelling her beautiful bosom to the ceiling as her hands clenched around the mattress cover.

Enticing her down from the height of bliss, I gently massaged her sex until the quivering stopped, then withdrew my fingers. Her breasts heaved as she regained control of her breathing, and there was a thin sheen of sweat across her chest, testament to the physical exertion of her sexual release. 

I expected her to need time to recover, but she propped herself up on her elbows and fixed me with an intent look, boiling with sexuality.

"Lie down," there was no mistaking the order in her tone. I grinned and slid into the warm spot she vacated to make room. I felt the damp spot of her runnoff beneath me, tasted and smelled her on the lower half of my face--my body demanded liberation, and she was going to give it to me. 

She kissed me deeply, tasting herself as her tongue danced across mine. She moaned and pulled away, smiling briefly before slowly kissing and licking her way down my body. She slid her breasts along the soft underside of my cock, brushing her hardened nipples along the nerves around the head. My cock repeatedly jumped from the gentle tickling, and she giggled as it bumped and slid between the crevice of her soft tits. Her tongue continued slithering down my torso as her breasts now traced the inside of my thighs. Eventually her face reached my bellybutton and the tip of my dick, and she paused briefly before deciding to edge right, brushing her left cheek along the side of my quivering cock. Finally reaching the base, she pulled her tongue back and began softly kissing the skin where the shaft ended and sac began. She kissed and even nibbled, looking up at me wickedly when I gasped at the sharp sensation. Sufficiently teased, I slid my hips down to bring my cock closer to her mouth, and she accepted the intimation. Her tongue reappeared, and began coating my penis thoroughly from base to tip, all without the use of her hands. Satisfied with the liberal coating of saliva, Tori swirled her tongue around the head of my shaft, and without warning swallowed it down her throat. 

I moaned in pleasure, nearly paralyzed by the warm moistness that had enveloped my cock. She slowly pulled back, then pushed back down again quickly, establishing a rhythm. Her hands remained planted on the mattress, and her head and neck did all the work of maneuvering her mouth to maximize my pleasure. She changed tempo often, never settling for more than a few seconds, and altered the depth to which she plumbed my cock. Her ponytail sometimes bounced at the frenzy of her movement, and other times lay warm and tickling on one of my thighs. 

In only a few minutes I was nearing the end, and my moans and gasps carried through her intense concentration, so she slowed her pace and eventually released my cock from her mouth, letting it slap against my stomach. She looked me in the eye and raised an eyebrow as she licked her lips, assessing the control she had over me at that moment. 

Satisfied that I was defenseless, she finally brought up one of her hands from the mattress and slowly began stroking my shaft. "I see you took the time to shave for me down there. How did you know I liked that?" She cutely tipped her head to one side at her absurd question. "Let me reward you." Smiling, her face lowered again to my crotch and I felt her warm tongue begin flitting across my sac. Traces with the tip gave way to full-tongue motions as she drew one then the other ball into her mouth, holding them between her lips and massaging them with her tongue. She slowly and constantly moved around, licking along the edge of the thigh on both sides, rubbing her face against her hand and my cock as she continually repositioned her mouth. She returned to my balls, licking them ferociously and even using her chin, now soaked in saliva, to push them around. She nibbled, tongued, moaned, and sucked, driving my balls into an agonizing state of sensitivity that had me grasping the sheets and flexing my toes.

Her motion slowed, and she began broadly licking down past the base of my sac, sliding her tongue wetly between my legs further and further down. She released my cock and used both hands to spread and lift my legs, and I used the motion to lift my hips ever so slightly to give her access to this erotic region of my body no past girlfriend or fling had touched, much less tongued. 

Her explorations continued, her nose buried in my leg and my balls resting on her cheek as her tongue moved down along my taint. I first began wondering where she would stop, and a shiver ran up my spine as I considered just how far she might go. I had never in my life considered anal play, for the girl or myself, and I was briefly shocked by the naughty desires that came to my mind as her tongue slid further and further beneath my body. As if on queue, however, her tongue stopped moving down, lingering instead as her warm breath and slithering wet tongue dominated my world. 

After a moment's pause, her tongue came to a point and she brought it to the fold of skin running vertically up my taint. Pressing down with her pointed tongue, she drew it firmly up the nerve running along the base of my crotch up onto my cock, softening her tongue as she languidly opened her eyes and stared into mine as her mouth opened to engulf my cock again. Moaning as she did so, her hazel eyes rolled back into her head as she brought her hand up to cup my balls, warming them again as the saliva had begun to evaporate.

It was too much. My left hand innately reached for her ponytail as my abs clenched and my head and shoulders lifted off the mattress. The sensation in my loins that had been building all night (and really all summer), carried themselves into my stomach and I cried out as shot after shot of long-held cum flooded Tori's skillful mouth. Her fingers pressed into the nerve where her tongue had so recently been, elevating my pleasure to the brink of pain. My cum continued to flow into her mouth, and her humming was interrupted by the sounds of swallowing. It was a massive load, and she did not spill a drop.

My convulsions eventually subsided to aftershocks, and she began massaging my taint instead of probing, and her mouth and tongue began gently cleaning the sensitive head of my penis.

My head collapsed back onto the mattress and I gasped for air. Her mouth and fingers finished their ministrations and I heard her soft giggle come from below. Too tired to lift my heavy head, I heard her remove her hair tie and felt her soft hair tickling up my torso as she lay her semi-naked body on mine, holding her head up and looking intently at my flushed face.

I glanced down and beheld her glistening wet face framed by her dark hair as she embodied sultriness with a grin. 

"So, lover...what next?"



First Date



Waiting...I've never been to good at it. I find I get anxious and my mind starts racing. Glancing at my phone, I realize it's been 9 minutes since I last spoke with Phil. That's 9 minutes he could have changed his mind about wanting to meet me for coffee. "I knew it" I think to myself, "I knew it was too good to be true. Stupid online dating; he's not coming". Every face I see as I glance around I imagine is him. After all, I've only seen one picture of him. Honestly, it was a rather unimpressive picture with his face distorted by the huge crab claw, he could be any one of the numerous people sitting on this Starbucks patio. For all I know, he's sitting here right now watching me just as I'm watching for him. He could have drove up and realized I wasn't what he wanted and decided instead to play it cool and pretend to be someone else. "Ok, 5 more minutes and that's it" I quietly mutter to myself, getting a few uneasy glances from the woman sitting next to me who's more than likely wondering why there's a girl sitting alone grossly overdress for Starbucks on a Saturday afternoon. I look at my phone again, 3 minutes. I've always been terrible at math but I'm smart enough to know that 3 plus 9 equals 12. That's practically 15 minutes since I last spoke with him. Enough time to pose as a customer and leave without looking suspicious.  

He had seemed like such a nice guy. Thinking back, it was kinda amazing how we met. Well, not so amazing in the whole online dating sense but amazing in the sense that we should have never even met really. Since my mom had gotten engaged to that asshole, I had drifted apart with her. These days, I spent most of my time in my room on my computer or out with friends. I wasn't really looking for a relationship but was open if one came knocking. It felt so long since I had been browsing Facebook and saw the ad for some lame dating site. Why not? I though to myself; It should be fun for a bit, making a profile and checking out all the creepy guys. May even be an ego boost if I get some messages. I have to say, it was fun for about, 10 minutes. Then I was over it. It was only last night that I got that message from him. What it said was unimportant, since I'd gotten a couple of messages from other men. All of them being either creepy or old enough to be my dad. The important thing was that I could chat with him for free today! Well now, things are getting interesting aren't they? Hi, I just got your message. How are you? I had never been the shy type and figured if nothing came out of it, it would be interesting to talk to someone other than my dog for a while. I was surprised when we were able to talk so freely. If you like, you can call me. I would like to hear your voice and it would be much easier than typing. 949.332.1450. I read those words and instantly my mind went blank. Was my fun little passing of time turning into something else? Did I actually like this guy I just met online? I did...so I dialed. One ring, two rings, then three. At the sixth ring, I got the message. Typical jerk just wanting to lead girls on. He was probably sitting there looking at my number on his phone and laughing. The more rings that I endured coincided with how desperate I was. Um...why didn't you answer? I typed. I just called you and it just rang? I knew I probably shouldn't even give him that much but I couldn't help it. He seemed so genuine and sweet. 





Shocked out of my thoughts by screeching of car tires, I look up and see a gorgeous car peel into a parking spot. Gorgeous, but much too flashy for me.  The guy driving it looked like a typical tool that would be driving a car like that too. That's probably Phil! I thought, laughing to myself. That would be my luck. Thinking I've met an awesome guy but he just turns out to be a tool. 

"Hi, Lauren? It's nice to finally meet you."

Fuck, it's really him! What do I do?! Hug him maybe?

"It's great to meet you too," I whisper as I wrap my arms around him trying to be as

un-awkward as I can manage.

Holding on for longer than is socially acceptable, I breathe deeply into his neck. I have no idea what it is but he smells amazing. Quickly, I remember I had just gotten off working 6 hours. I probably smell horrible and pull back. 

"Well, want to grab something to drink?" His voice was sexy yet playful, all I could do was nod and tell him I would like a black tea. 

"So tell me more about your tech company" I say as we sit down with our teas. I had known the basics of things but panicking since this was the first real date I'd ever been on, that's all I could think of to ask. Honestly, I couldn't focus on what he was even saying. I kept thinking there was no way this confident man could be the shy guy who had so nervously asked me to coffee via voicemail just last night. "Hi uh...so I uh...had a really good time chatting with you. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab coffee tomorrow? So uh...ya! Give me a call? Ok, bye. By the way, this is Phil. Numbers 949.322.1450. Ok, bye. Take care." It was that uneasiness that made me like him even more last night. Now it seems he's a whole other man. I'm not sure if I like this version of Phil quite yet either. "So, that's how I got into trading. It's actually a great thing. There's lots of potential to make good money," He said with a smile. "So uh...I feel like this is going pretty well. Want to go grab some lunch?" There's the awkward guy I met last night! "I would love to!" I exclaimed. For one, I liked the glimpse of the real him and two, I'd been dying to get into that car of his. I'd always had a thing for fast cars, the speed and danger turned me on and made my pussy gush. Here's to hoping he knew how to drive it and not just how to look pretty in it. 

"Do you like sushi? I know this great little sushi place. It's the best sushi you'll ever have," he said boldly. "I love sushi! That's a pretty bold statement though. I'll give you this opportunity to calm it down a little bit..." I replied. "Nope, I stick with it. Best. Sushi. Ever." With that, he stepped on the gas and gracefully weaved in and out of the cars that all seemed to be going about 12 miles an hour compared to us. With my pussy already throbbing, I looked over and gave him a smile, letting him know I was ok with his driving. I would have loved to stick a couple of fingers up my dress and drench them in my pussy juice that was already running down my leg so he could taste for himself what a good time I was having but instead settled on being a lady. 

"We'll have 3 Sunset on Avery rolls, two crunchy rolls, 2 orders of the salmon sashimi and tuna sashimi, and...a spider roll" he said smiling up at the petite little Asian woman who was our waitress. Wow, he sure knows how to order sushi. I thought to myself. I'm impressed; I wonder what else he does well. I bet he knows a thing or two about rocking a pussy. Hhmm...he's a good looking guy, nice build. I bet his cock matches the rest of him perfectly. Would it be too bold of me to just reach under the table and give it a little squeeze? What's to say a squeeze wouldn't turn into a kiss? Then a lick...A suck...Ok, he's talking. Pay attention. 

"So I'm having a really good time. What about you? How about we catch a movie?"

"I would love that, any good ones out?" 

Shit! Did we really go through lunch already? Was I able to hold a conversation and actually eat while dreaming about his surely gorgeous cock pumping my eager pussy?

"How's Captain America? There's one showing in a half hour. We could catch that one?" I loved the way he said that. I could see his inner nerd come out and see his cool exterior melt away into his true image. It was then I realized I really liked this guy. He seems to be the male form of myself. Smart, attractive, ambitious, with a hint of a nerdy side thats just enough to be intriguing. His animalistic sexuality got my heart racing and my pussy throbbing. Could this be it? Could I have found what I wasn't even looking for?

Finally in the theatre, the move I was waiting for. A slip of the arm and an awkward slide down to my hand. Had he really tried to be slick and put his arm around me? I rather his hand in mine anyways. Our fingers laced together and I could feel his heartbeat in his palm in sync with mine. The way our hands fit together was like they had been made for each other. Forged of the same mold only to be separated and rejoined later. Before I knew it however, his hand was released of mine and slipped on to my lower back, being the gentleman, of course. In our seats, we waited for the movie to start. I could feel his eyes on me, undressing me while the previews for other films ran. I kept my eyes straight ahead and allowed him to daydream as I had been throughout lunch. I could feel him slowly peeling down my dress in his mind and cupping one of my too small for my liking breasts in his strong hand. My skin tingled as his lips grazed my neck, working down my collarbone and gently closed over my nipple, his tongue flicking the tip and playfully nibbling. The movie starts and our mind fuck ends. I reach over and grab his hand again, using all my strength to not act out what I'm sure he was imagining. The movie was good, not as good as it would have been had the theatre been empty. "So are you enjoying the movie? I can't lie I'm having so much fun on our date, I can barely even pay attention." Phil told me. "Aw you're so sweet, but me too, I've never had so much fun on just one date before!" I told him so happy and meaning every word I said. Thankfully, I left out the fact that I had hardly been paying attention to the movie.  

Walking out of the theatre, my eyes adjusted to the daylight and I once again was reminded that all my fantasies were nothing more than just that at this point. I wanted so badly to pull his cock out of his pants and finally cure my curiosity but I controlled my urges and continued to portray myself as the lady I was so hoping he wanted. "I don't want to take you home yet. Any ideas of what else we could do?" 

Well, you could take me home and treat me right I thought to myself but instead went with "I know this gorgeous park in San Pedro. We could go there? It's kind of a drive but it's gorgeous".  

"Sounds great. I have an idea first though. Let's go!"

Back in the car, I couldn't help but wonder if his "idea" was the same ideas I was having. Surprised, we pulled up to a park with children running around and families having picnics. This was so not what I was thinking. "Look! That's what we're going on," he said pointing to a giant orange balloon in the sky. Instantly, excitement filled me. I loved adrenaline rushes and being on a giant balloon so high up looked like it could definitely get my heart racing. "I'll be right back" as he jogged off to see about getting tickets. I stared up at the lighted balloon and wondered if maybe this was his plan for a romantic first kiss, hoping it was. I glanced over and saw him walking back, not nearly as excited as he was and figured we couldn't get tickets. 

"They're all out for the day. I'm sorry" 

"It's ok, it will still be fun to take a nice walk. What's this timeline thing here?"

Leading us over to a dark corner, I almost screamed this was time for him to kiss me! I had been dying to feel his supple lips on mine. Wondering if we would have that spark when we kissed and if I felt that tingle I was hoping for. I looked up and saw him staring at me, knowing that if he didn't kiss me now, he never would. He leaned in and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. It was an innocent, closed mouth kiss not unlike the way you would kiss your mother but every hair on my body stood up. My skin crawled with his touch and I knew the man I originally thought he was had disappeared and I had fallen in love as much as I could on a first date. 

We hopped in the car and took off once again. His power behind the wheel and his taste still on my lips revving my engine even more than he was revving the cars. After a brief detour, we made it to San Pedro and to my surprise; I got us there without getting even more lost. Walking until we found a secluded bench, I thought about how long it seemed since we talked on the phone last night. I had just met this man and it felt like I had known him for years. I could definitely see a future with him as long as I could suppress my urge to rip off his clothes. I could tell he was a caring and passionate man and would do anything to please the woman he loved and I hoped to be that woman. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, we found a bench. I couldn't wait to feel his lips again and was hoping he felt the same things when we kissed. Leaning against the wall, I gave him my best "come fuck me" look which seemed to work because before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine with his fingers tangled in my hair. I parted my lips and felt his tongue slip in my mouth and do a couple of swirls before retreating back into his mouth. In response, I crept my tongue forward until it passed the threshold of his lips and into his mouth as our saliva mingled. Playfully, I pulled back and nibbled gently on his lip before diving back into his kiss. 

This is it! I thought to myself. This is my chance to see what he's packing. 

Slowly as to not startle him, I slid my hand down his chest. It was firm beneath my touch but not too firm to the point where he would be uncomfortable to lay my head on. Lingering on his chest for a second longer, I continue to run my hand down his torso until I reach the bulge in his pants.

Well, this couldn't have gone any better than I had imagined. Looks like he's open to the idea as well. 

Gently rubbing his already firm cock, I decide it's either now or never. I grab for the zipper of his jeans and the sound of it unzipping seems to be deafening and I'm sure everyone in the park heard it. Knowing I've gone too far to back down now, I reach in his pants and wrap my fingers around his rock hard, thick cock. Pleasantly surprised, I pull it out of his jeans and before me is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Glistening with pre cum and throbbing, just inviting me to take it into my mouth. I look up and whisper just loud enough for him to hear me "Is this ok?" Silently nodding, he gives me a sly smile as I slowly drop to my knees. For a second, all I can do is stare and admire this beautiful sight. Taking him in my hands, I slowly kiss from the base to the tip before plunging the length of him in my mouth. He tastes like nothing I've ever tasted and I greedily take every inch of him down my throat. 

Ok, this is my time to shine. Don't let me down Lauren! I coach myself in my mind. 

Quickly pulling off his cock, I expertly swirly my tongue around the tip and gently suck. Pulling every move I've ever seen in porn, I work his cock like my life depends on it. Licking and sucking it like the prize at the end is worth millions, and to me, it is. I pull my lips off his cock again and move my mouth down to his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth all while working his cock with my hand. At this angle, I can easily look up and see that he's enjoying this as much as I am. Seeing his expressions and hearing his moans makes me even more eager to please and before I know it, I can feel his cock tensing up in my hand. Quickly, I take all of his cock into my mouth again and continue the steady motion I know is the key to a good cum. Even though it was my main goal, I'm surprised when he cums. The strong steady streams that pump down my throat take me by surprise and I easily swallow them down. His cum tastes even better that I imagine and I do my best to milk every drop out. Looking up at his satisfied face, he pulls me up by the arm and kisses me deeply and passionately. This was the kiss I was looking for this whole time. "That was...amazing," he whispers. All I do is give him my sexiest smile and lick the last drop of cum off my lip.  

Finally! I think to myself. Now I might be able to suppress this demon inside that's dying to have him. 

Instantly, as if we had been together years, we fall back into the conversation that comes so easily to us and lose track of time once again. 



"Are you hungry?" Phil asks. "It's only been like, 8 hours since we ate!" 

"Starving" I reply. "Anywhere good to eat at this time?" 

"Well, I know this place that has some killer kabobs if you're interested?"

"Sounds good" I say with a smile and hop into the car. 

Once at the kabob place, the man who greets Phil behind the counter asks if we were out clubbing. As he orders I realize he thinks were together. Wow, I think. If this man can see us together, how many other people thought the same thing? We must look good together, as a smile spreads across my face. Kabobs in hand, Phil asks where I would like to eat. I have two choices, at the kabob place or at his place. "I swear if you come back to my place, all we'll do is eat. I don't want you to get the wrong impression or anything. I'm not that kind of guy," he says looking completely serious. Naturally, I choose his place and once again we hop back into his car. Pulling up to his place, I'm surprised at what a nice area he lives in. I can see myself driving over here to come spend the night with him. As we get to his door, he stops. "Hold on a sec" he says a little embarrassed. "My place is kinda a mess. Let me go pick it up before you come in". I wait outside for a couple of minutes and think how adorable it is that he wants to impress me. If he were just looking to get laid, he wouldn't care what I thought of his place. 

Suddenly, the door swings open and he pulls me inside. Pressing a firm kiss onto my lips, he leads me to his bedroom. To my surprise, the food is set up on a couple of trays. This guy is serious, I think. He really isn't just looking to get some. Accepting my fate and being the type of girl who never feels uneasy, I make myself comfortable. While he puts on a movie, I start to take off my jewelry and finally my strapless bra I've been dying to shed all night before curling up on his bed with my plate of meat logs. Two bites in I'm joined by Phil on the bed and I soon realize what was initially meant to be an innocent dinner and movie has turned into something much more. Quickly, I move my food aside and lean back, allowing him to cover my body with his as he consumes my breath. I melt into him and find myself letting go of all my suddenly arising inhibitions. My skin is set aflame as his lips trace a path of kisses down my neck and down my collarbone. This is it I think. This is what I was imagining in the movie. He peels off my dress and takes a breast into his mouth. His lips feel exactly how I imagined they would and his tongue expertly plays with my nipple. I feel my pussy start to tingle and release the lubrication that's so inviting to his cock 

"Oh Felipe" I half moan, half whisper. 

"Are you ok?" He asks. "This isn't what I had planned, I swear" 

I nod and pull him closer, letting him know I want him as much as he wants me. I pull my dress over my head and am lying naked in front of him. I haven't been this vulnerable in front of a man in a while and it makes me nervous. I wonder if he sees all the imperfections in my body that I see. 

"Why are you staring?" I ask

"You're gorgeous. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" he replies. 

With that, he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and gently parts the lips of my pussy. "You're soaking wet" he exclaims. With a giggle, I pull his cock into me. I'm instantly filled with his rock hard erection and overcome with pleasure. Rhythmically, he starts to thrust. Staring up into his eyes, it feels like we've been doing this forever. He leans down and kisses me gently before whispering, "I love my nipples played with". Taking my cue, I reach up and caress each nipple. Slowly, he starts to pump faster, his strong arms on either side of me; his muscles rippling with each thrust. 




First Date



"You feel amazing," he says. "I'm not sure I'll be able to hold it much longer" 

" Go ahead" I respond. " I've been dying all night to feel your cum pumping inside my pussy." 

With that, his cock tenses and starts to spasm. I gaze up at him and see him staring into my eyes as he orgasms. Holding his gaze, I rock my hips and clench my pussy onto his cock hoping to make his cum even better. Exhausted, he collapses onto me. "Wow, I just...wow" is all he can manage to get out. With a smile, I kiss his forehead and pull his head onto my chest so I can scratch his scalp. 

This feels so right I think. It's as if we've been making love like this forever. 

Content, I close my eyes and begin to drift off. Hearing "we're not done" shocks me from my rest. "What do you mean?" I ask. "It's not fair, you've gotten to make me cum twice tonight. When do I get to taste your pussy and make you feel as good as you make me feel?" Without waiting for an answer, he slides down and thrusts open my legs, diving right into things, his tongue working masterfully on my clit. All I manage to get out between moans is "Wow, this isn't your first time". With that, he plunges his fingers into my still dripping pussy. Within seconds, I'm overcome with the urge to cum and barely get out a word before I explode into a beautiful wave of pleasure. One wave after another, my pussy pulsates and clenches around his fingers as he continues to work them inside me. His tongue, continuing to swirl and suck and work magic on my clit. What seems like an eternity and an out of body experience later, I finally come out of my orgasm. I unclench my eyes and look down at Phil smiling up at me. My pussy juices as well as both of our cum glistening on his chin. 

"I know I did a good job but I didn't deserve THAT!" I gasp.

"Was it good?" Phil says licking his lips

"That was more than good," I say, "I think I died there for a second" 

Crawling his way back up my body, he pulls me in and kisses me again, our cum still on his lips, before wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. 

"I don't know what it is, but I feel like we're meant to be together. Like we're soul mates" I say, still breathless. 

"I don't really believe I soul mates but I know what you mean" he replies.  

I sigh and nuzzle my face back into his neck, holding back the urge to say "I love you" like it was old habit. I know I'll have to go home soon. The suns nearly up and my mom will be expecting me to be in my bed. 

"Phil?" 

"Yes, Lauren?"

"I think I lll...I had a really good time."

"Me too."



First Date



The sun was setting on what had been a gorgeous day. Beginning with the boat ride to the private island, to lying in the warm sun and feeling the gentle breeze, right up to and including this sunset picnic dinner on the beach, the day had been nearly perfect. She'd never expected her first date with the man sitting on the blanket next to her would be like this. But she'd enjoyed every minute of it and wasn't nearly ready for it to end.

The day began with a leisurely boat ride across the beautiful, clear blue water. She hadn't known he could pilot a boat, much less that he owned one. By far, discovering these new facts about him would not be her only surprise on this day. Arriving at a deserted island was certainly unexpected, but not at all uncomfortable for her. She was thrilled to be spending a day of privacy with the man who was quickly capturing her attention, her thoughts, and likely her heart. They had nothing but time on this sunny, warm day - time to spend together and to discover more about each other. 

They climbed off the boat where he had anchored it near the shore and waded through the shallow water to the beach. He confidently, casually grabbed her hand once they reached shore, like he'd been doing it his whole life, causing her heart to beat a little faster and her smile to be a little bigger. They had been playing 20 questions with each other for a while to learn obscure little tidbits about each other, and he picked up the game now as they strolled leisurely on the path around the small island.

"So, you said you'd bring your Bible to read, and you'd want sweet tea to drink, and either chicken or mac and cheese to eat. But you never really said who you'd bring with you to the island. Got an answer for that one yet?" he inquired.

"Well, you're making this choice look pretty good, I gotta say," she replied, coyly cutting her eyes at him, intentionally flirting with her very charming and handsome friend.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way," he responded, stopping at the entrance to a beautiful garden. He led them onto the path that wound its way through the garden that was filled with stunning, fragrant roses. He knew it was her favorite flower, and loved watching the amazement play across her face as they strolled through the garden, her eyes and smile even brighter than they usually were. It was a green eye day, he noted, fascinated that her eyes actually did change colors. But green was his favorite, he decided. 

He reached out and picked up a red rose from a display of multi-colored roses that had already been cut from the bushes and presented it to her, enjoying her surprise.

"For me? It's beautiful. Thank you," she said.

"Beautiful ladies deserve beautiful roses," he smoothly replied, watching with pleasure as she raised the rose to deeply inhale its fragrance.

"Did you know that there's significance to the color of a rose?" she casually asked as they continued their stroll, leaving the garden and continuing along the path that allowed them to explore this idyllic island.

"Like yellow for friendship?" he replied. "Or pink for admiration and elegance? Yeah, I'm aware."

"And you specifically selected a red rose for me, so I'm guessing you've got a few more plans up your sleeve for this date," she responded.

"Well, I was hoping," he said, smiling at her banter.

"You could have selected white for purity, or yellow, or even pink...but you didn't. Red roses are for romance, my dear friend. Are you planning on romancing me?" she teased.

"Well, I was hoping," he repeated, capturing her teasing mood himself and playing along.

"I'd say you're off to a great start," she replied.

"You think so?" he asked, stopping suddenly and spinning her into his arms. He brought her arms up to circle his neck and put his own around her waist pulling her close to him. It was the closest they'd yet been to each other and she could feel the effect it was having on him. Yes, she thought. Definitely a great start for what she hoped he had in mind!

"Oh, absolutely," she answered. "In fact, I'd have to say this is just about the most romantic location I've ever experienced."

"The day is still young," he replied, using his hands to rub the small of her back, sending shivers through her body at his touch. He smiled at her response to him. "There's still lots of romancing ahead of us, my dear."

Rather than go too far too fast, however, he let go of her slowly, choosing to grab her hand again as they resumed walking and pick up their game of 20 questions. As he said, there was still much ahead. Why rush it now?

"OK, let's see. I know a lot about you already, but I still have a few questions left of my twenty. What about this...what did you want to be when you were growing up?" he asked.

"Another easy one. Only two things -- a lawyer or a teacher," she quickly replied.

"A lawyer, huh? What happened to that dream?" he wondered.

"Well, it's still kinda there, if you want the truth. If there was any other job I'd want to do other than teach, it would be that one. And I'm such an American history and U.S. Constitution geek, I feel like I could do well in a courtroom. I just choose to channel that passion into teaching fifth graders about it instead of whole-heartedly defending my clients, that's all," she responded.

"I could easily see you being successful at that. I consider you a very passionate person, no matter WHAT you're doing," he replied.

He saw the blush rise on her cheeks and thought it made her even more attractive. Just about that time, they'd arrived back at the beach, so he suggested they sit down awhile and enjoy the warmth of the day.

"Sounds like heaven. Besides, I'm guessing we've covered your 2 miles for the day," she said, smiling up at him as they spread out the beach towels he'd been carrying in the pack on his back. 

"Yeah, but don't you have a few more miles to add to your total today, Miss?" he teased, taking off his t-shirt to let the sun warm him.

It wasn't the sun that warmed her. Rather, the sight of him peeling off his clothing to sunbathe. Oh, boy, she thought. If just THIS got her all hot and bothered, what would it be like to actually touch and kiss him, she wondered.

"Yes, I could stand to tack on a few more miles. Maybe you'll take a run along the beach with me later," she stated. "It's a great calorie burner."

Looking at her as she unbuttoned and removed her shorts and then lifted her t-shirt over her head, he had much better ideas of how to burn calories with this woman! The new, smaller-sized one-piece bathing suit she wore was perfectly cut for the new, smaller-sized woman she was becoming. It covered just enough of her to be modest, but it made any red-blooded man think...wonder...beg to know what was underneath it. And he was all man. He was thinking...wondering...and before the day was over, he was sure there'd be some begging involved!

"I can think of more...interesting...ways to burn calories," he replied, winking at her as they both laid back on their beach towels. Time to test the waters, he decided. "Not that running along the beach with you wouldn't be lovely. But there are other ways to get those calories burned. I'm just sayin'," he coyly suggested.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, rolling on her side to face him, stretched out with her head propped on her hand as she leaned on one elbow. He turned to face her and mimicked the position. 

"Oh, I don't know. Lots of things, actually. Let your creativity flow. I'm sure you can imagine what might be going through my mind," he challenged, reaching his hand out to smooth back some hair that had fallen down into her eyes. "Can't let anything cover those gorgeous green eyes," he informed her in response to the questioning look she shot him.

"Oh, I think I can imagine a few things. In fact, my writer's mind and imagination are playing a few things out right now inside my head," she baited him. "Might make for a very nice short story one day."

"No, Baby Girl. This one is a novel. No short stories here," he replied, snapping up the bait she'd offered and cranking up the intensity of his flirting about a hundred fold. He was getting very turned on by the course of this conversation and saw no need to hide that from her. In fact, he very much wanted her to know the reaction he had to her. 

With that thought in mind he reached over with his free arm and laid it across her waist, pulling himself a bit closer to her in the process. While rubbing her lower back, he leaned in toward her and whispered, "No, Sweetie. Nothing short here."

And then he gently claimed her lips for the very first kiss they would share. Softly, barely touching, he allowed his lips to brush hers, testing her reaction to this wonderful "first".

As long as she lived, she would never forget the jolt of electricity that rocketed through her when their lips touched that first time. When he moved away slightly and looked at her, there was no way to hide her reaction to him, even if she wanted to. Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes gave away how much she enjoyed that simple, sweet, soft kiss. And how much she wanted more from him.

"Wow," she said. 

"More," he said, and then proceeded to make good on that. He leaned into her and kissed her less tentatively this time, allowing his lips to fully explore hers. After a few minutes, he knew he would have to explore further. He used his tongue to first trace her lips and then gently urge them open so that he could learn even more about this fascinating woman. Kissing her was quickly becoming a sweet addiction.

She matched him, kiss for kiss, reveling in the wonderful feelings that his lips and his touch brought her. She had wanted to be with him for a while now, their many shared conversations and growing friendship made that clear. But she was completely unprepared for the excitement and passion that his touch and his kiss created in her. This went far beyond wanting to be with him. It was more like wanting to be consumed by him.

For the next several minutes, they enjoyed the opportunity to learn new, intimate, exciting things about each other while kissing and stroking one another's arms and legs. When his hand got more adventurous, however, and ventured higher up her torso, she broke her lips away from his and called a brief halt to the festivities.

"Whoa, buddy. I need a bit of a time out. Let me catch my breath and think before we walk into a minefield unprepared," she requested of this man who was making her head spin with desire.

"Yeah, I could use a break, myself. If no one's told you before now, you need to know. You're an amazing kisser. And it makes me wonder what else you're going to be amazing at," he replied, grateful that at least one of them was thinking clearly at the moment. Because he could easily have taken their kissing to the next level without another thought. Wanted very much to do so, in fact.

She blushed at the compliment he paid her. No one had ever told her that, she reflected, and even if they had, somehow it meant so much more coming from him. "Thank you," she shyly replied. "I've never been told that before. But it's very nice to know you think so."

"Oh, Sweetie. You have to know how ready I am to do so much more than kiss you," he admitted, loving the fact that an experienced woman could still blush so beautifully when complimented on her kissing skills. It made him more convinced than ever that this was a very special lady and that pursuing her was worth whatever it took to win her heart.

"Well, yes, I can see for myself how ready you are," she said, winking at him, reminding him that this was no timid, inexperienced girl. No, she was fully aware of her own femininity and the affect it had on him. She just wasn't jaded and full of herself. There was a subtle difference between confidence and over-confidence in these matters. She understood exactly who she was and how she affected men, and she embraced it.

"Tell you what," he said, "Let's take some time to just bask in the sun and learn more about each other. Then we'll let whatever happens happen."

"That sounds amazing to me," she replied. "Thank you for understanding."

"No problem at all," he responded. 

They spent the next two hours laying in the sun, resuming their game of 20 questions, learning interesting things about each other like their favorite colors, sports teams, and interests, along with some things they'd each done in the past.

When she suggested they take a dip in the cool water to cool off from their sunbathing, he was all for the idea.

"Race ya!" he exclaimed and took off at a flat run into the surf, diving competently into the waves and swimming out to where he was fully immersed. He turned around to find her carefully making her way into the water, almost hesitant to come farther out into the clear, cool deep. He swam back her direction.

"What's up? Change your mind?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. I'm just not a super strong swimmer. I can save myself if needed, but I try not to go deeper than I'm able to stand. And honestly, swimming with sea creatures scares me. I usually do my swimming in pools so that we can keep a nice healthy distance between us. But I'm good. The water feels great," she answered him.

"Give me your hands," he told her, and she complied, enjoying the feel of him, even with the water between them.

"Do you trust me?" he asked seriously.

"With my life," she replied honestly.

He smiled, enjoying the fact that he knew she was being truthful. "Thank you. That means a lot to me. Now I'm going to swim out farther and I'm taking you with me. I will not let you go. I promise you. Just hang on to me and you'll be fine," he told her.

She did what he asked, moving further into his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. He was a strong swimmer and easily carried them to the calmer water, past the crashing of the waves into the smoothness of the sea.

She was comfortable in his arms, maybe more than she'd ever been in any other place. When he stopped advancing and instead treaded water, holding them in position, she looked around and noticed that they were indeed far from shore. For a moment, he thought she was going to panic.

"It's OK. Relax. We're fine and I won't let anything happen to you. I swear," he comforted her, pulling her a little closer into his embrace while his legs continued moving to keep them afloat.

"I am a little scared," she admitted. "But I do trust you. I know we're fine. I'm just a little out of my element."

"That can be an exciting feeling sometimes, though. Lean into the fear, and then let it go and enjoy the adventure," he advised her, just before lowering his lips to hers and kissing the daylights out of her.

It had been a few hours since their last kiss, but she was in no way prepared for what kissing him while being held this close did to her senses. It overwhelmed her, in the best possible way.

And she was not alone in that. He was a bit unprepared for the immediate reaction of his body to this kiss, but in no way could he even contemplate ending it when he needed this feeling so badly. The pull of her was stronger than anything he'd ever known. He was indeed becoming addicted to this, and was going down willingly. 

After a minute or so, it was becoming challenging physically to continue to tread water and kiss her like he wanted to, so he reluctantly ended the kiss, noting that she was breathing just as heavily as him and that her eyes were just as wide and glazed as his were.

"That was an adventure," she replied, when she could find her voice. "An amazing one, actually."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking that," he replied, smiling at her while at the same time moving them back toward the shoreline. When they reached water that was shallow enough for her to stand without going under, he let her loose from his arms -- reluctantly -- and held her hand as they walked up out of the water and back to their towels sit in the fading sunlight and dry off.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence where they each recovered from the intensity of the emotions they just shared, she said, "Come on. I still have a few more miles to log today, and I've decided you're logging them with me."

With that, she got up, offered him her hand and waited for him to accept. He looked at her suspiciously. 

"I still have better ideas for burning calories," he ventured, deliberately teasing her in the hopes that she'd relent. That was not to be.

"If you want a shot at burning those kinds of calories with me later, you'd better burn them with me this way now," she returned.

At the promise of more romancing her later, he eagerly accepted her outstretched hand, and the two walked hand-in-hand along the beach, enjoying the workout and enjoying each other.

When they returned to the spot where they'd left their towels, the sun was just beginning its decent in the summer sky and he took out the last of the food he'd had in his pack for them to have a quiet dinner on the beach before they returned to his boat. 

"You did say grilled chicken was what you'd eat on your island adventure, so I thought we'd put it on a sub roll with some lettuce and mayo and call it a meal. Along with some mac and cheese. Not much. Just enough to remind you that there are some really good things in life that can be enjoyed in moderation."

"Do you remember every little thing I've ever said to you?" she asked in wonder.

"You're worth remembering. Incredibly worth remembering," he replied, and then leaned over to kiss her sweetly.

"Thank you for thinking so," she replied when he let go of her lips. "I hope you always do."

"I'd say that's definitely the direction we're heading right now. And that makes me happier than I've been in a long time," he let her know.

"Good. A happy you is an amazing thing to behold," she said.

"Sadly, the other direction we need to head right now is back to the boat and back to the harbor. But this day has been amazing in so many ways. Thank you for sharing it with me," he told her.

"There isn't anywhere on earth that I'd rather be right now than exactly where I am. You amaze me, excite me, and intrigue me. If this was only our first date, I can't wait to see how you're gonna top it for our second," she replied.

"Well, I'll come up with something, never you fear, my dear," he teased as they packed away their supplies and waded back out to the waiting boat that would take them back to reality.

As the sun set over the sparkling water, and she watched this handsome, exciting, adventurous, sexy man pilot them back over the water and toward home, she couldn't help but wonder what he might be planning. All she knew for certain is that she was ready for the ride of her life. With him. 



First Date



The Humpers return at last!

Starring Hilda, Henry and Harriet Humper in: "First Date"

Written by Victor C. Nathan and first-time contributing writer and consultant Daywalkr

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"That's a crazy fucking bet!" Henry Humper exclaimed with a grin, looking down the front of his sister's low cut blouse at the tops of her braless, huge hilltops of hooter.

"Well, I'll bet you can't hold out, little brother," Harriet retorted with a wide beautiful grin, leaning forward to allow her horny sibling to look at even more of her creamy, gorgeous boobflesh. "In fact, I'll bet you one hundred fucking dollars that you can't keep your hands off of Mom's big boobs for one night out. What do you say?"

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, reaching towards the swelling flesh of Harriet's horrifically huge honkers. "Oh, I don't know! I'm horny as fuck right now!"

"Oh, you always are," his stacked sister giggled, placing a hand atop her brother's crotch and rubbing his penis through the thin material of his khaki slacks. "I mean, look at this thing. It wants me so much right now, doesn't it?"

"When does it not?" Henry said sarcastically as he moved to pull down his pants, allowing his humongously-hootered sister better access to his foot-long wee wee. Harriet simply pulled her blouse up and then leaned flamboyantly forward to fellate on her favorite humpstick.

"You know how I know you'll never last, dearest brother?" she asked between licks and sucks on the tumescent, golf-ball-sized head.

Henry just shook his head back and forth as he squeezed every bit of titflesh he could get his hands on.

"Because, o brother dear, you couldn't wait to get my tits out of this big, tight top," Harriet said with a completely triumphant leer as her bouncy bobblers bounced and bobbed in expectant fashion.

Henry didn't say anything; he just shoved her head down onto his throbbing pecker. "Shut up and suck, sis! I can't hardly stand it, I'm so fucking horny! Oh, suck it, little girl!"

Harriet's naked young juggernauts juggled all around as her blonde head and thick lips slid up and down on the crudely naked erection residing inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" her cock-filled mouth grunted out as Henry mauled her heavy, fleshy boom booms with his rough and uncaring hands.

"Now, that feels like a dream, big sis!" Henry winced at the loving oral ministrations being inflicted on his phallic rod as he tugged upward on his sister's hard nipples. "Do that teeth dragging thing on the underside of my horsecock! Ohhhhh! That's it! Do it! Drag those teeth and suck my fucking fucktool! Oh, all right! I'll take the bet! This suck job should give me a little bit of an advantage anyway, I mean, once you empty my sack out! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh!"

Harriet smiled inwardly as her titmeat jumped to and fro on her chest and she fellated happily, not willing to pass up his big Humper tube steak.

Later......

Henry came downstairs after his shower, dressed in a fine pair of slacks and a nice shirt. If this were any other date, he'd have just worn jeans and a t-shirt, but he was going out with his blimp-busted Humper of a mother. He wanted to look good. He reflected on what had taken place over the last 45 minutes. In a moment of weakness, his beanbag-breasted sister had tricked him into a bet that he was sure to lose. Of course, he wasn't too chuffed about it at the time; he was just focused on getting the huge load that had been building in his balls for the last thirty minutes out into Harriet's mouth and onto her massively over-endowed mams. They were so unbelievably squeezable; any time he had the chance, he would spend hours just sucking and rubbing and playing with her huge Humper fuckbags.

It was this weakness that worried him so much. Henry's penis needed his mother. He needed her tank boobs and all they offered in the way of titillation and the joy they brought to his cock and balls. He could hear the shower running upstairs and could only imagine the sight of his perfectly sculpted mother's physique, her little waist and her awesome tittage that bobbed upon her upper body, her large, round fanny that contrasted so much with her narrow waistline.

"Oh, shit, I wish I wasn't so motherfucking horny," Henry hissed through clenched teeth, looking down at the bulge that was already beginning to rise in his pants, wanting tittie and pussy and a plump ass to play with. "She is going to be all over my stick. Mom is going to be shoving her set right up in my fucking face. Shit, I need to squirt something awful! I guess it's a good thing Harriet sucked me twice already."

While Henry was downstairs wondering how he was going to get through the night without his favorite tittie and pussy play toys, Hilda was upstairs wondering what she could do to make Henry's night even more enjoyable (or unbearable as the case might have been). She had heard about the wager her children had placed and was really looking forward to fucking with and just plain fucking Henry's balls dry that evening. Not that she and Harriet hadn't been doing that as often as possible since Henry had gotten back from his trip to Grandma June's. The thought of what happened that day and during the following weeks made Hilda's already needy slit just drip with arousal. She held back her need to masturbate, though. When you had as much ground to cover as she did, it helped to have as much help as possible. And she was going to make sure she had all the help she could get from her baby boy tonight. Well, the motherly Humper did at least tweak her nipples for a minute, just to take the edge off her desire.

"No sense in ending the fun before it gets started," Hilda quipped amusedly as she turned the water off and started to towel off her proudly bouncing Humper hooters.

"Ohhhhhhh, I want to fuck!" Henry cursed as he pulled out his wiener and began to stroke his manmeat, thinking of the acres of breast upstairs, both his mommy's and his sister's, whom he had already fondled as he jizzed down her throat.

The hung youngster grabbed a towel just as a stream of ejaculate gushed out of his pee pee hole, splashing onto the cloth, stream after stream jetting out of his urethra and massive dickhead. After squeezing the last droplets of sticky discharge out of his pecker, Henry dabbed his wee wee with the towel and yanked his organ back inside his pants and zipped promptly up.

"I'll be down in a few minutes!" Hilda Humper yelled from upstairs, hooking up her knocker-holder inside her bedroom and then sliding a pair of panties over her bubble-like bottom.

"Gotcha, Mom!" Henry called back. Even with the orgasm he just had, the mere thought of what she must have been doing at that moment had him re-hardening almost immediately. He knew he'd get to see what underwear she on before the night was through, but that didn't help his current problem. He was momentarily spared thinking about what his too-too-terribly sexy mommy was doing when he heard footfalls on the stairs. Harriet came out of the kitchen to watch her brother's reaction.

Hilda Humper came down looking like a horny 15-year-old's most lurid wet dream. She had on the smallest black minidress Harriet had ever seen. It just barely covered her black silk panties, not that that mattered much as she was sure to be flashing Henry peeks the entire night. As with anything that tried to contain her massive, chesty charms, the top looked like it might burst asunder with the pressure that must have been placed on it. The matching black bra fit well with the dress, but it fit about as well as any bra ever did on her. It was the curse of being a Humper; unnaturally huge breasts gave to humongous back aches if not properly supported. But she wouldn't trade anything about her build for the world. Hilda loved her body, especially the upper, chestial part of it, and she loved the attention it garnered.

"Holy shit, Momma!" Henry burst out as he gazed at the honker-laden hottie that finally descended the staircase, the cleavage bulging from her blouse, the neckline so low that almost half her knockers were revealed, the top and bra just being large enough to keep her spacious giant areola from showing. "You look fucking hot as shit!"

"Yeah, I know," Hilda shot back with a cackle, her bazooms jiggling as she gave his groin a curious look. "And hot for fucking too! Tee hee! My, my, I always seem to have an immediate effect on that big thingie of yours, don't I? Your pee pee pole prong is already getting all full of blood and shit!"

"Tee hee," Harriet laughed quietly, her own boobs still not constrained by any type of brassiere, the taste of her brother's cum still in the back of her mouth. "Henry thought he'd get a leg up on the competition by getting me to suck him twice while you were getting ready, Mom, but I think he's hornier than before."

Harriet snickered as she eyed the almost inhuman angle of Henry's waistband. She felt the tingle between her own legs, but held back, knowing she had a scale replica in her room that she could fuck herself silly with later on if Chuck didn't stop by to fuck her first.

"Very funny, Hare. See if I let you have any when we get back tonight."

Harriet just stuck her tongue out, wobbled her boobs at him and gave her favorite fucktoy a quick squeeze before retiring upstairs.

"Now, don't stay out too late, children," she said before she and her watermelon cans disappeared.

"Come on, baby, let's get going before I decide to strip and fuck you where you stand," Hilda stated, shaking her immense chest just a little, ensuring that it wouldn't come to rest for several minutes and that Henry would remain at full mast for some time.

"Where the hell are we going tonight, Mom?" Henry finally inquired of his voluptuous and dangerously curvy mother, all of her swells in the exact right places.

"Well, since we ate earlier, I thought we would skip the dinner thing," Hilda told him, looking at him with a wicked grin and then at the obscene lump in his trousers brought on by the even more obscene lumps in the front of her skimpy blouse. "They just opened up that new nostalgic, fucking drive-in movie theatre just outside of town. I thought we might go there. We can listen to a movie. Tee hee hee!"

"Ummmm, okay, but I might try to watch the whole thing for a change," Henry said nervously, clearing his throat as he watched with excruciating frustration at his mother's titan ta tas straining against her clothing and the round glory of her big caboose inflating the back of her tiny skirt. "I mean, Harriet said that that new V movie is pretty entertaining, but that it was a bunch of bullshit politically. But I heard that the fucking critics loved it."

"I heard that too, sweetheart, but I don't go by previews and critics," Hilda replied as the endowed couple headed for the door. "I mean, that Roger Ebert is a complete mindless bloated douche bag. Tee hee."

Minutes later, on the road with Henry at the wheel......

For once in his life, Henry was at an utter loss for words. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to talk about; it was more that anything he would talk about would lead to his having to look at his mother, which would invariably lead to his huge pecker rehardening, and that was something he just could not abide tonight. He just gave a noncommittal grunt and stared straight ahead as he maneuvered the vehicle.

"What's the matter, baby? You're usually all over me by now," Hilda asked petulantly, glancing at him quickly as she sported cleavage so massive that it would be hellish for a man to attempt to resist it.

Henry fidgeted for a moment before replying. "Yeah, like I said, Mom, I'm excited about the movie, and I know if we get started, we'll miss the whole thing. Plus, I'm fucking trying to get us there in one fucking piece."

"Well, we could always go another night, my baby," she said coquettishly, her teatsies wiggling cutely. Henry just sat there, fidgeting with sleeve buttons in between gripping the steering wheel.

"Yeah, well, I...really...just want to see this movie is all," he said, obviously fighting the urge to slam on the brakes, pull open her blouse and gorge on the acres of titflesh he knew were there just begging to be sucked and groped.

They finally reached the drive-in without incident and got their tickets and snacks; both times the men behind the counter stared unabashedly at Hilda's immense milk-jugs for the better part of a minute before snapping out of their trance. Finally, they got the car situated and waited for the movie to begin. Rather, Henry waited; Hilda was busy adjusting her undergarments.

"This is why I don't like wearing thongs, horsey. They always ride up into the crack of my ass," Hilda complained, trying in vain to unwedge her panties while seated.

Henry eventually looked at her, just as she had turned in her passenger seat to get on her knees. Her voluptuous, ghetto-booty of a posterior was up in the air and barely covered, out there for everyone in nearby cars and their grandmother to see. It shook slightly as she tried again to free the garment from the incredible cleavage of her cheeks. Henry was spared further torment as the movie started playing. He had missed all the previews, enthralled as he was by the big-bustied and big-bootied view much closer to home.

"Ah, got it finally. I see the fucking flick has started. Took them long enough," Hilda Humper muttered as she slid her round ass back into her seat and leaned back, her twin half-covered set of headlights swinging forward and swishing the air in her vicinity.

"Remember, remember the fifth of November/the gunpowder treason and plot/I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." Over the next hour, the movie continued with several interesting scenes to be had. Henry usually would've been banging away at whatever piece of ass he'd brought for the trip, but the movie actually interested him. It talked of the British government being turned into a fascist state like the Nazis of World War II. He thought that V was justified in his actions, and he, Henry, absolutely loved the explosion near the beginning and the speech preceding it. Of course, his mother didn't seem as interested. She had watched up to the point where the girl had been about to be raped, then she apparently started trying the same thing with Henry, rubbing her beanbag breasts up against him, at one point almost engulfing his arm completely. She made all manner of noises too to entice him.

"Mom, please, I'm trying to watch."

"Who cares about the fucking movie, Henry Humper? I'm horny as fuckity fuck fuck fuck over here and I want you to do your duty, you motherfucking Humper fucker!"

Henry just gave her a sour expression that belied his growing horniness. He had not been oblivious to her ministrations during the last hour. When Hilda had engulfed his arm with her titan, saucy pair, he had just about lost it and ripped off her blouse right there; but he endured, using his interest in the movie to balance out his growing lust for the mountain-mammaried sexual creature that was practically coming right next to him.

"Henry, why don't we take your wee wee out for some air?" Hilda suggested in a voice that sounded innocent, but belied the busty mommy's tawdry intentions for his private parts. "You can still watch the movie, but maybe wee wee needs some fresh air. Don't you think so?"

"Mom, I am trying to watch this fucking movie and I can't do that when you unzip my pants," Henry tried to protest in as convincing a voice as he could muster, his prick wanting his boobie mommy so much that he was painfully erect. "Don't you find this movie interesting?"

"They are going off on Christianity, while a bunch of jihadists threaten to blow us up in this country and a bunch of Talmudic Israelites drag us into Mideast wars! What bullshit!" Hilda burst out, squashing her mammary set against Henry's chest as he reclined in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed to the screen, her hand straying to tap at his swollen crotch with her thin fingers. "I am more interested in other things, mainly having to do with your pocket rocket pee wee wee wee stick. Who cares about movies when we have so many other things we could be doing? Tee hee! And this is our first real date! Tee hee! Baby, do you fuck on a first date?"

"Mom, please stop this!" Henry growled, straining to keep his hands from grabbing her by the tits and ripping off her blouse and brassiere, so he could breastfeed.

"My teatsies are getting sweaty, poopsie, and it's hot outside," his mother told him seriously, patting the front of his pants lovingly and then pointing a finger at one of her sizeable boob bags. "I think they really need some cool air right now. I may have to take my blouse and brassiere off, sweetie. My honks are perspiring like motherfuckers. I may have to take my boobies out if they don't stop sweating like they are. I mean, my cleavage is fucking wet!"

Henry chanced a glance at his mother's obscene cleavage. She was right; as much as they bulged out of her clothes, they looked like semi-naked beachballs, and they were glistening with perspiration. He could clearly make out her nipples through the dress.

"I'll pull down the windows to let some air in."

"Or I could just pull down my top, my horsey-hung baby cakes," Hilda offered in a husky Kathleen Turneresque voice, earning a glare from him. "Oh, come on, poopsie. You know what my bobbly boobie bags need more than anything. They need wee wee, and as much of it as they can get."

She actually did undo her blouse at this point, allowing more surface area into view, which weakened Henry's resolve more. He knew he couldn't resist Hilda's fully unveiled bosoms. Somehow, he managed to turn his attention back to the movie. V had just killed the third person from his past. It looked like there was going to be some resolution, so he plunged himself firmly into that, resolutely not looking at the twin zeppelins of titflesh in the seat next to him even as his mother jettisoned her blouse into the back seat.

Henry worked at keeping his gaze on the movie, his eyes hungry for all the boobie skin that was squeezing out of Hilda's substantial black brassiere, which only covered her honkers around the halfway point. His penis was so hard that it was almost painful and he knew that if his mother took that giant hammock of a bra off, his wee wee would probably rip through the front of his khakis.

"Ohhhhhh, horseshit, it's still so stuffy in here. Gee whiz, I was, tee hee, hoping that opening the window a bit would help, but, tee hee, I guess it didn't. And even with no blousie, they are stiillll hot," Hilda said in a little girl voice, putting a phony girlish pout on her lips, but smiling as she dabbed at the sweat adorning her two big honeycuppers as their mountaintops pushed up from the tops of her bra cups. "Gee, sweetie, it was worth a try and all, but ohhhhhhhh, I guess I'm going to have to take this heeeuuuge bra offfff." She said it all in a swooning voice that made a drop of pre- cum creep from the urethra of Henry's donkey-sized dick. Henry somehow still fought to keep his eyes on the movie as Hilda worked on taking off the massive undergarment.

"Oh, shit, I forgot I can't reach the clasp with this little black garment on. I guess I need to take it off too," the buxomy Humper spoke with apparent relish over Henry's barely concealed state of arousal. Watching the obscene bulge in his pants throb, she worked the material down over her ginormous tittie pillows, even going so far as to fan her extreme boulders of breastflesh.

"Now then, about this sticky-wicky brasie," her voice squeaked cutely in the little girl voice she adopted when trying to seduce a man. "It's got to come offffff. Tee hee hee!" And it did, uncovering the delectable set of flesh globes that Henry feared most, the youngster feeling his resistance fade like a gambler's lucky streak as he surveyed their massive areolas at last.




First Date



Several minutes passed with Hilda making all kinds of moaning noises as her already stiffened milk balloons rubbed around inside the oversized, overtaxed garment that she was struggling her way out of. Henry did his best to ignore them, but it was getting more difficult. His eyes kept darting back and forth from the movie screen to his mother's overzealous attempts to get his attention.

"Henry, my dress and my bra are ooooffffffffffff! Can you see these things? Baby, I just hauled out the motherfucking milkwagons!" Hilda shrieked, persistently trying to get his attention as she hefted her bouncy boobahs up and down, her hands beneath them as she tried to dribble her big balls of flesh.

"I can't........" Henry attempted, seeing the puppy poundage of his mother's wonderfully naked hooters out of his peripheral vision. "I can't look at y-y-y-you. If I do, I'm gonna........."

"But, baby, you so wanna," Hilda huskily suggested, turning her body to the side, her twin headlights both pointing in his direction, his protracted peter straining and begging to be set free of his pants. "Do you want V, or do you want meeeeee, big boy? Or how about V or tee tees! Hee hee hee!"

"Fuck the fucking hundred bucks!"

"No, Henry Humper, fuck me and I mean right fucking now!" Hilda all but screamed. Henry jumped Hilda's watermelon mams and started sucking like he hadn't eaten in a year. "OHHHH, ohhhhh fuuuuckkk me, oh fucking fuck, fuck me sideways, fuck me anywhichways, you hugely hung Humperfucker!"

At this point, she pushed him into the backseat and started pawing at his bulge like a cat with a toy.

"Jiminy Jumpin' Juggernauts, Mom, hold your motherfucking horses! I can only move so fast, you know?"

"Don't know, don't care, baby, just need that huge, fucking fuckstick up my cunny NOW!" Hilda literally ripped off the button to his trousers and fished out his wee wee, trying to wedge the foot-long wiener towards her needy pussy. "Ohhhhh, shit, this thing is what I need in me real fast!"

"Yep, fuck the fucking money!" Henry cheered as he attempted to properly angle his hungry wee wee in the dim light and then without decorum dipped his entire twelve inches into his mother's opening, his hands massaging her tits as hard as he could, his mouth moving to kiss her firmly on the lips. "Harriet can have that fucking chump change! Fuck it!"

"No, keep log-jamming, fucker, fucker, fuck herrrrrrrr!" Hilda egged him on, her bouncer bazoombas flinging up and down like heavy weights as Henry held them, angling his pee pee pole perfectly as it shot up her honeypot and then halfway out as he pounded her poozle. "Tee hee hee! Shit, that feels good! It's not fucking V at all! It's not fucking V, it's PUUUSSSSEEEEEEE! Wheeeeee, but you fuck hard, poopsie! You fuck good and hard!"

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Henry's ragged breath came out in bursts as his mammaried minx of a mommy drove her thin waist up and down to meet his plunges, her jumbo jubblies being occasionally crushed between their writhing bodies.

"Shit, I can't believe I tried to ignore these fucking boobahs!" Henry said, glomping one mammoth mammary as he kept pistoning his foot-long dong into his mother's cunny.

"Ohhhhh, fucker, keep it up, baby, keep your wee wee coming. Fuck me, fuck the fucking shit out of me, you sweet, sweet motherfucker!" Hilda screamed at the top of her lungs as she kept bouncing up and down on his column of manmeat which was solidly spearing her tight box.

At the back of his mind, Henry thought there wasn't a person watching the movie now. They were all surely looking around for the bitch screaming herself hoarse and ruining the show for everyone. He didn't care at the moment, though. He had waited long enough for this. It was what he lived for. Sure, the movie had been entertaining, but it just couldn't compare to watching his mom jumping up and down on his wee wee log. It didn't match the feeling he got when he dumped his load into her wet little cunny. At this, he pushed Hilda onto her back and started pouring it to her faster and faster, listening to her keep up the furious line of cursing she hadn't stopped since moving back there.

"Holy fuck, that feels fucking unbelievable. Keep it up, baby. Fuck me, I'm gonna come, oh shit, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Five minutes later......

"It's getting hard again, Henry!" Hilda shrieked in her middle voice, sounding like a giddy horny cheerleader as she hauled her tough titties back to her son's vicinity and then went to her knees in the floorboard and pulled Henry by his wee wee into the passenger seat. "I'm gonna suck it, Henry! I'm gonna suck it!"

"I think it's a splendid idea!" Henry said sarcastically, but grinning like a mule eating briars the whole time. His globular- globed momma shoved his legs hard apart and let her hoots hang nearly to the floor as she brought her blonde head closer to his pelvis, where his bare cock was by this time standing achingly straight once again.

"I'm gonna put your fucking big pee pee's head in my fucking mouth, honey," the amorous orbular English teacher intoned, letting her tongue touch the underside of his apple-headed boner.

She let her tongue drag along the edge of the turgid, flared tip of her favorite sex toy, watching her son's twitches as he grabbed and kneaded as much of her titanic titties as he could.

"Even after so many wee wee washes, I still can't believe the size of this fucker. I always have to stretch my mouth to fit your pee pee head in my mouth, Henry. Oooooo, what a nice one. Mmmmmmm, it's such a sweet young cock. Mmmmmm, soooooo young, but soooooo bigg."

"Oh, jeez, Mom, oooohhh, shit, that feels fucking fantastic!" Henry responded to her oral gifts as his fingers found her nipples and started pinching.

"See, baby, now isn't this a lot better than watching that stupid fucking movie?" Hilda inquired as she pulled up her voluminous titan titties to engulf his wee wee and prime it a bit before she sucked it. "Wouldn't you much rather get a boobie job from your fan-fucking- tastic Humper mommy?"

"Just suck my boner, Mom, will you?" Henry said impatiently, grabbing his mother's beautiful blonde mane and pulling her head down towards his turgid member, her plump round mounds of titmeat juggling about.

"Oh, I'm gonna suck your dick, baby," Hilda told him with assurance, licking at the front of his big swollen helmet of a pee wee crown. "I'll suck ya till this thing starts throwing out some jizzy fizzy yum-yum juice. Tee hee. Don't even look at the screen. Just watch your schlongy disappear down my throat, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Henry replied, massaging her bazooka bomber boobie bumps as he let his mommy orally assuage the frustration in his masculine root. He figured he deserved to be allowed to spit some ejaculatory venom down her gullet. After all, he was losing one hundred fucking dollars to his sister, though he would probably get to fuck her after he handed over the cash.

Thoughts like that were all that sustained him for the next few minutes. Thoughts of getting to maul Harriet's humongous H-cuppers, listening to her moan and yell while he plumbed her pussy with his proud and protruding prong of a penis.

"Jeez Louise, Mommy, I'm gonna make like a volcano here in a few minutes."

"That's the point, my little Humper hunny bunny. Cover Mommy's uvula with your yummy cummy cum. Completely drench my mouth and tonsils with your baby batter!"

As she went on with her rant of what she'd like Henry to do to make her scream her lungs out, several drops of crystal clear pre-cum oozed out of Henry's apple-sized dickhead.

"Ooohhh, a present for Hildy wildy from her darling, humpy fucky baby boy? You shouldn't have."

The stacked educator rubbed the pre-cum into her tits like it was sunscreen. But that wasn't all. Hilda beamed as she watched another tiny stream of pre-ejaculate squeeze out of Henry's little pee pee cleft, his urethra almost seeming to barely drool. But this time, she didn't reach for his anticipated excretion to dab it on her tits. The darling, jovially-jugged Hilda simply slipped her tongue across his manhood, the glistening warrior head of the penis that the knockered, randy minx adored, almost worshipped.

"This second little jizzy leak was a sneaky fucker, wasn't it, poopsie? It just ooooooozed out of your weenie's heady crown, and wee wee thought Mommy wouldn't see it, but she sure as shit did see it, didn't she? She licked that sneaky little drippy leak of yours right the fuck up and swallowed that little fuck. And they say you are what you eat. Tee hee hee! Then what the fuck does that make me? Well, I guess there's more sucking to do. The next thing that comes out of you won't be quite so subtle, Henry. That's for titfucking sure, hog-leg dick."

"Not with the way you're going after it, zeppelin jugs."

Hilda might have taken offense at his tone, but right now she was just too horny to care. Henry's cum called to her like a Siren calls to sailors at sea, and like the sailors, she could not resist. She dove back in and inhaled his meat log, pushing her mouth down like a snake trying to unhinge its jaw. Henry involuntarily kicked as she did so, moaning and groaning at the upswing in his inhumanly hot and sexy mother's libido. In response, he groped and stroked and grabbed at her acres of titflesh, twisting a nipple every so often and eliciting a loud grunt and another increase in suction from the beyond beautiful blonde giving him the best head he'd had in his short life, which was really saying something in his case.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me motherfucking sideways, big tits, that feels un- fucking-believable!"

He started bucking hips back and forth in the seat as he felt his balls seize up in impending orgasm. His hands started jerking Hilda's pretty blonde head up and down; she just went with it, knowing her prize was coming soon.

"OHHHH, FUCKKK MEEEE! Jeez, it's the orgasm from fucking Hell!" Henry screamed out as his orgasm blew his load past Hilda's tongue and straight down her throat. A full two and a half minutes later, Hilda pulled her mouth off of Henry's still half-inflated dick.

"Ohhhh, now, that's the snack Mommy likes. And it didn't cost me a thing."

"Cost me a bit, though," Henry said half in defeat, half in jest. "I'm never gonna hear the end of it from Harriet."

"Maybe Harriet will tease the shit out of you, Henry. But it sure as fuck was a lot better than a box of Raisinettes," Hilda laughed, her voice matter-of-fact as she savored the taste of her son's semen in her mouth, his hands still petting her proud and percolating pappies. "In fact, your cum even tastes better than those Sour Jacks, and you know how much I love those motherfuckers! Tee hee hee!"

After returning home, wee wees and cunnies much sated......

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cursed, walking down the hallway towards his breastly endowed sister's bedroom, and hesitating before he knocked. "Harriet! I'm coming in!"

"Come, little brother, come!" Harriet yelled back, her voice echoing through the door as her sibling slowly eased it open, not looking forward to admitting his defeat. "Just don't get that shit on the carpet, tee hee!"

"Okay, let's just cut all the shit right now, Harriet. Here's the hundred. Go blow it on whatever." Henry was obviously upset. Harriet could see that as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her naughty knocks jutting forward pertly beside him.

"What's the matter, baby brother? Did baby brother get all upset because he got his wee wee washed?" his sister joked in a baby voice as she moved nearer to him, her proud watermelon boobies bouncing as she scootched closer. "I don't even know what you're fucking complaining about. It felt good, didn't it?"

Henry played with a piece of quilt, not looking up at Harriet's still bobbling boobs. "Well, yeah, it was probably the best head I've gotten in a long time."

"So, what's the fucking problem? You never acted like this before when Mom or I sucked you off."

"It's a guy thing, Harriet. You wouldn't understand."

"I think I understand better than you think, Henry. You're threatened by mine and Mom's sexuality. Either of us just has to shake our tits or asses, and you're putty in our hands."

Henry still didn't look up at her. "Yeah, so?"

"So, don't get threatened. You've got the biggest dick at school. The girls would and will stampede each other to get that big, fat fucker into their pussies. In fact, I'm getting wet myself just thinking about it." He did look at her at that point, a lascivious smile on his face. The same smile was reflected back at him. He watched as her nipples hardened, poking out of the already overtaxed tank top, the garment that held the flood of her fabulously fulsome titters.

"So, what you're saying is I shouldn't be threatened because I've got something you both want as well?"

"Exactly, Henry. Give as good as you get. Now, get over here and give my little honey cunny some lovin'. I got all hot just thinking about what you and Mom were doing all night."

With that, Harriet pulled her blouse up over her chest, throwing it to the floor, then went to her back, pointing her bulging naked boobs toward the ceiling while spreading her lithe legs, and Henry and his wee wee showed her what he had learned that night.

THE END



First Date



Cynder hated blind dates. She stared into the bay window of the restaurant. She could see her reflection in it and did a quick double check. Her long blond hair was held back in a fashionable ponytail, not that the latest trends had anything to do with it. It was practical as were her light spattering of make-up and the sun dress that she wore. She smiled at her reflection. At thirty-five, few people would guess that this single mother was on her first date since high school, and in some ways her first date ever.

She watched as people bustled along the peer, shopping or dining. The day was perfect. Its late spring warmth brought out the crowds to this popular locale. She glanced nervously at her cell phone on the table next to her. She had one new text message and feared that it was her date cancelling. It was in fact her teenage daughter, telling her that she looked great and was proud of her. She shook her head, a fourteen year old proud of her mother for going on a date.

"You have a lovely smile. It was the first thing I noticed on your profile," the soft purr caressed Cynder's skin and did funny things to her stomach. She looked up into the blue eyes of a stunning woman about her own age. Her profile photograph did not do this woman justice. Her skin shone with a natural Southern California tan. Her platinum blond hair framed her face and fell to below her shoulders. But two things grabbed Cynder's attention, the woman was tall and the five inch heels she wore made her tower over almost everyone in the restaurant and the halter top that she wore strained to hold the largest set of breasts that she had ever seen. 

She swallowed and forced her eyes back up to the woman's pretty face. She saw laugh lines creasing the corners of her eyes, "It's all right. You can look. When you pay this much for your tits that's sort of the point."

"I'm sorry," Cynder stammered, even more nervous that she had met the woman who was to be her first foray into this new life.

"Don't be. Like I said, if I wanted to blend in, I'd have kept the B-cup I was born with." She cupped both of her breasts in her hand, pushing them up and together, which was not an easy feat given that they overflowed her small hands. "These babies are my declaration of independence."

Cynder frowned at the words as she played them over and over again in her mind. "So do you mind if I sit down?" asked her companion.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I have totally forgotten my manners," Cynder rose to greet the woman, waving a hand to the vacant booth across from her. 

But instead the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms about her. Cynder felt the heat and surprising softness of those breasts pressed against her. The woman smiled down at her then slowly lowered her head. Her soft pink lips covered Cynder's, moving back and forth slowly. Her tongue teased Cynder's lower lip until she opened just enough for her to sweep inside. Then she pulled back, "I prefer to get the first kiss out of the way at the beginning of the date and not the end. Oh and I don't believe in the three date rule either," she said as she walked over and took the seat across from Cynder.

Cynder returned to her seat in the other booth, "What is the three date rule?" she asked, feeling even more out of step with the times than she had before.

The woman laughed, Jenny laughed, or at least that was the name she used on her profile. Cynder's friend had warned that sometimes people used different names on their profiles. She had thought about doing so too, but she figured that no one would believe that Cinderella really was her name. She cursed her mother once more for her cruel sense of humor. 

"The three date rule says that you don't have sex with someone until the third date. Supposedly, you don't want to appear too easy. Slutty. Trashy. But I figure playing the good girl with these things would be false advertising," she studied Cynder for a moment. "But you, sugar, have good girl written all over you."

Cynder studied the menu that the waitress had left earlier while she blushed. Did it really show that much? What was she thinking? 

She had married her high school sweetheart, the only man she had ever slept with. She had followed him around the country from one minor league team to another until he finally got his big break in major league baseball. But it had been short lived, a torn ligament in his knee ended his career almost before it had begun. But by then, they had two children so Cynder had started a daycare in their home to help pay the bills while he worked construction. Eventually, he had built her own daycare center. 

But they had not been happy. Something had been missing. In the bedroom. Cynder had tried, she knew that her husband would turn most women into mush, but for some reason she just was not attracted to him like that. Eventually, he had convinced her to give swinging a try. It offered him an outlet for his needs without cheating and perhaps she would find something that interested her. She had too, just not what she or they had expected. Other women. 

From the moment that another woman approached her at the first party they went too, Cynder had found the sexual spark that she had thought simply did not exist inside of her. Threesomes had become the mainstay of their sex life. Most people might think that her husband would be in male heaven, regularly having two women in his bed. But the truth was that it had ceased to become about him. It was more like he was allowed to watch as his wife had sex with her partner. 

Within six months, their marriage was over. Ugly accusations of her being nothing more than a dyke thrown in the heat of an argument. Cynder might have forgiven his lapse, it was likely true after all, but the fact that their children had overheard was unforgivable. So for the past eighteen months, Cynder had remained celibate, perhaps hiding from the painful truth about herself. In fact, it had actually been her daughter and ex-husband who had created the profile on the dating site as her Mother's Day gift. How weird was that, she thought.

"So are you?" the woman purred interrupting Cynder's thoughts.

"Am I what?"

"A good girl?"

Cynder frowned as she considered her answer. "I'm not sure what I am anymore."

The woman nodded as she sipped the glass of water in front of her. "One of those. Curious about what it's like to be with another woman?"

Cynder shook her head, "Actually, that I know," she blushed, uncertain how to explain her situation.

"Ah, yes, they explained in that first email. You were married and your husband convinced you to try swinging to add a spark to things. Only he got more than he bargained for. Poor little boy," she smiled over the rim of her glass. "So are you bi-sexual then?"

Cynder shook her head, "I don't think so. My ex was an athlete and hot enough that he had more than his fair share of offers. He was also a pretty good lover. He honestly did his best to make me come, but it was never easy. And the other men at the swing clubs, they didn't appeal to me either."

"Just the women?" the conversation stopped at the waitress took their orders. When she left, the other woman looked up at her, "So what are you looking for now?"

Cynder thought about her answer, "Like I said, I'm not sure. This may sound crazy but I think the best answer is that I'm looking to find me. Where I belong. Who I really am."

Her companion smiled, "Oh that's easy, sugar. You are a mega hot lesbian and you belong in my bed."

They laughed at the joke as the waitress brought their drink orders and the conversation after that took on more of an everyday feel. Cynder learned that Jenny moved to Los Angeles after high school to become a movie star, but had in fact only made it as far as the porn industry, which was where her breasts came from. She had been one of the smart ones, using her fleeting time in front of the camera to hone other skills. These days she was a make-up artist and not for the porn industry. She did special effects make-up, one of the best females in the industry. She had been dating again for the past six months after her five year relationship ended.

"I wanted kids and she didn't, it was as simple as that," she explained as she lifted a forkful of the decadent chocolate brownie surprise to her full lips. A bit of cream hung to the corner of her mouth and Cynder reached across to wipe it away with the pad of her thumb, but lingered as their eyes locked.

"Would you like to take a walk along the beach?" she asked. Jenny nodded and waved to the waitress for their bill. In moments, they were walking along the broad walk, their conversation took up from where it had left off. Until a teenage skate boarder almost ran into Cynder, Jenny had grabbed her arm and puller her out of his way, but even when he passed she had held onto her hand. 

It was a new sensation for Cynder. She was more than familiar with the mechanics of making love to another woman, but dating and relationships with one was another matter. But she was discovering she liked it, at least with Jenny. 

Cynder slowed as they reached a set of stairs leading up the street above where she lived. She was uncertain how to approach the subject, but considering Jenny's earlier boldness tried some of her own. "Would you care for a cup of coffee or a glass of wine? My apartment is just up there," she motioned with her head.

Jenny smiled, "Wine and you would be nice." She stepped forward and placed her hand at the back of Cynder's neck. She drew her forward slowly, studying her face and eyes as she did. This kiss was not as timid or polite as the first had been. Passion broke over them just as the waves was breaking against the sand. Her tongue danced against Cynder's for several long moments. Her breasts brushed against her arms several times until they were both moaning into the kiss.

"The wine may have to wait," she whispered against Cynder's swollen lips as she drew back. Cynder smiled and squeezed her hand as she lead her up the stairs and across the busy street. Her apartment was just one street over but the walk had never taken so long. She was a nervous wreck, not since she had given her virginity to her ex after he won the state championship had she been this nervous. She fumbled with the key until Jenny had taken it from her and the door sprang open. 

Cynder cringed as she looked around her apartment. She had not thought how it might look to a lover. Her daughter's school bag was still sitting on the couch where she had thrown it after school yesterday. Her son's sports bag was open on the floor in front of it, where he and his dad had rifled through it looking for the things they needed. The whole place looked more family hour than seductive but then again Cynder had not thought she would be bringing anyone back here. "I'm sorry for the mess," she mumbled. "Can I get you that wine?"

Jenny shook her head and stepped forward, her hands slowly caressing down Cynder's arm, "No, I said we'd do the wine later. The only thing I want to taste right now is you," she whispered as she covered Cynder's lips once more with her own. They kissed until they were both breathless. 

Jenny's other hand came up to caress Cynder's breast through her sundress, she took that as her license to do what she had wanted to do since the moment the woman walked up. Her hands moved over those perfect tits. She was surprised at how wonderful they felt. She had always heard that silicone boobs were hard, but the only hard about these were Jenny's nipples that were pointing straight at the ceiling. 

Cynder let one breast go long enough to reach up and untie the halter top, releasing the bounty to her more thorough exploration. Her hands returned to kneading and squeezing them and her mouth soon joined in the fun. She smiled as she buried her face between her date's tits and moved her face side to side. 

Jenny laughed, "Motor boating? I don't think anyone has done that since I quit dating men."

Cynder blushed and looked away, but Jenny simply turned her head back towards her and smiled, "I didn't say I don't like it." She tenderly brushed a strand of hair back as she continued, "You know what I discovered right after I decided to come out as lesbian? That sex got so much better. Not jut because I was with women, but because I was finally being me. So, Cyn, that's all I'm looking for, just relax, be yourself and enjoy whatever happens. Okay?"

Cynder smiled and nodded, "I think I'm just a little nervous because," she hesitated for a moment. "Well, technically this is my first time. I mean really being with another woman. All of the others, well, it was always a show for my ex. Sort of, anyway." She admitted with embarrassment.

Jenny's eyebrows raised and lowered in a bad Groucho Marx imitation, "Hmm, I like. I've never been anyone's first."

Both women laughed until the tension dissipated. Cynder took her friend's hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. She paused as she opened the door and stood back for the other woman to enter. "I think we'll be more comfortable in here."

Jenny crossed to double bed and sat on the foot of it. "You know just because I don't have a three date rule, doesn't mean I won't respect yours. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Cyn."

Cynder sat next to her on the bed. "Thanks for that, but I do want to. Like I said, I guess I'm just a little nervous."

"How about we make out a bit, see where it goes from there?" asked Jenny.

"I'd like that. You're a great kisser." Cynder moved in towards her lover slower, but Jenny was bolder, closing the distance much more quickly. Her fingers laced through Cynder's ponytail and tugged her head back. Her mouth moved slowly, sensually over Cynder's. It was as if the woman were sampling fine wine, coming back time and time again for tiny sips, deepening the kiss then backing off again.

Cynder was whining and whimpering with need by the time that Jenny laid her softly back upon the bed. This time it was the other woman, who hands sought out her breasts. Cynder's nipples pebbled instantly as she ran her nails across them. She arched up seeking more, much more. Jenny knew just what she wanted, her hands brushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, then tugged the top down to her waist. She broke the kiss and licked slowly down her throat to suckle at one turgid peak while her nails pinched the other. 

"Yes," cried out Cynder. Her own hands reaching for Jenny's breasts as much for an anchor in this sea of need as to stimulate her partner. She felt a soft almost tickle at her knee that became bolder as her new friend ran her hand along the inside of her thigh. When she reached the scrap of thin lace that covered her bare mound, she made no attempt to remove it. Instead she drew it up, tightened it against her wet core and used it to frame the hard nub that peaked between its intricate webbing. 

Then Jenny was sliding to the floor. She pushed Cynder's thighs open wider and smiled up at her. "I want to taste you," she murmured a moment before dropping her platinum head between her thighs. Cynder cried out instantly at the open mouthed kiss that Jenny placed over her clitoris. She followed it up with a slow lick along the lace clad surface from where Cynder's ass rested on her bed back up to the swollen and throbbing button. She circled her clit slowly several times until Cynder was moaning and pumping her hips up to her lover's face. 

Then she pushed her fingers inside Cynder as far as the lace would allow. She sharp nails were a new sensation for Cynder, but rather than intense pain it was more a light scraping that seemed to augment the sensation of fullness. She pumped her hips faster, trying to draw more of the woman inside of her, but the lace barrier impeded any progress. "Please," she whimper.

"Are these panties special to you?" asked Jenny against her clit. She leaned back just enough to blow warm air across its surface.

"No, why?" Cynder started to ask, but the sound of tearing was all the answer she needed as suddenly her hole was filled with three fingers pressing up to find her magic button. Jenny's teeth nipped at her throbbing clitoris as she cried out. She arched up as she came harder than she ever had, flooding Jenny's face with her cream. The orgasm went on and on for several long moments. When she finally came back around, Jenny was laying next to her on the bed. One hand toyed with her erect nipple while the other was still buried between her legs, making slow in and out motions, spreading her juices. 

Cynder reached up and drew her down for a kiss. Her tongue invaded Jenny's mouth, wrapped around the tongue that had brought her such pleasure, tasted herself on her lips. "That was amazing. But I think it is your turn now," she said with a wink.

The rest of the day was spent in bed. Cynder was anxious to try it all. Experiment with everything that she had read about, all the things she had been too timid to try under the watchful eyes of her ex-husband. And it was all even more amazing than she had imagined. The women fell asleep, exhausted in one another's arms several times, but always seemed to awake hot and horny just a couple of hours later. 

In the end, they continued to date for several months and remained best friends long after their sexual relationship was over. Cynder had done the whole marriage and kids things in the hetero world, she had no interest in repeating it as a lesbian. But Jenny wanted nothing more than a partner and babies, which she finally found a couple of years later with an old friend from hometown. Cynder was her best woman and their first son's god-mother. It was appropriate considering her ex-husband was the god-father...and more. 

...and they all lived happily ever after. Each free to express themselves in their own unique way, which is the best that any of us can hope for in this life. 



First Date



He was so handsome.

The date had lasted for over four hours. They only left the restaurant because the server had informed them his shift was over.

Now they sat on the hood of his SUV at the prettiest mountain overlook Mikayla had ever known, flirting, laughing, and telling stupid jokes. Her heel hooked slightly in to the cuff of his jeans, rubbing suggestively as their fingers entwined and her head lay on his shoulder. 

She was a hometown girl. Plenty of memories encompassed this very spot. Her first boyfriend. Her first kiss. This is the place where she'd lost her virginity, in the back of an old Chevy. The scene played through her mind and a small private smile appeared.

As the sun fell lower over the horizon, Mikayla felt a desperate pang for things not to end. Conversation had tapered off, and they had just sat quietly for a good time. Her fingers tightened in the young man's hand and she tipped her head to softly breathe in to his ear.

Colin felt a shiver down his spine as the girl's breath caressed his ear and neck. The sensation shot straight down to his groin, and a familiar tightness grew in his jeans. He shifted slightly. Several suggestive comments his date had made throughout their meeting raced through his head. She'd mentioned how long it had been since she'd had sex, and that she was sexually charged enough to power a city block. He admired how ballsy she was. And the thought of satisfying her made the Beast in him stir.

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the ample mounds of her breasts, held in a lacy bra he'd seen snippets of all afternoon as the low v of her shirt slipped and she constantly felt the need to adjust it, pushing up her breasts as if in offer. She was at least a D cup. He liked larger, more curvy women. Especially one as intriguing as this one. He ached to wrap his lips around the pert buds of her nipples just to hear her purr.

Mikayla grew braver as her date didn't move and she pushed herself closer, sliding her fingers of her free hand over his thigh and over the bulge in his jeans. When he cleared his throat, she glanced up at him through shaded eyes. "You know you want me, Colin," she whispered against his ear, pushing her breasts against his arm.

"You have no idea," he breathed, tensing as her fingers deftly stroked him through his jeans. The Beast was wide awake now, shaking the bars of its cage to be let out. He did want her. More than anything. But he wasn't sure if she wanted what his particular tastes required. That conversation had not been had, and he wasn't willing to move forward until she knew what she was getting in to. He took a deep breath and reached to move her hand from tempting him further.

Mikayla's beautiful lips formed a perfect pout as she was denied the simple pleasure of touching him. The soft curls of her hair blew across her face in the country breeze. "You shy?" Her fingers entwined in his as she shifted herself to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, hiking her skirt sinfully high, giving just the slightest peek of her panties beneath. They matched the bra that was now in open view, her blouse having fallen open when she moved. She pressed her body against his shamelessly, her lips finding the sweet spot just below his ear and along the chord of his neck. He groaned softly and temporarily let the sensations race through him.

That was all the invitation the Beast needed. Its cage threw open, and He gripped her by the hips, pulling her even closer. She gasped and looked in to his eyes with mild wide-eyed shock, then licked her lips and grinned.

"Not at all," he rumbled, reaching up to grip the band that held her hair in a ponytail and he pulled it free semi-roughly. He preferred a loose mane. Her hair fell to below her shoulders in soft waves. Mikayla's stilled shock wore off as his fingers worked through the curls to caress the back of her neck. She melted in to him when he drew her in to a kiss. The Beast lay barely contained beneath the surface. The kiss grew more needy, more savage. He gripped her hair and held her captive. She purred in to His lips. He could feel the heat between her legs as she ground against him.

He drew back to breathe, his heart racing, blood pumping. Mikayla looked up at him, biting her bottom lip sensually between her teeth. It was the most vulnerable she'd looked all night; her blouse pulled open, straddling his lap, her swollen lips begging him to kiss her again.

"You have no idea who I am," he ground out, very unwilling to allow this sensuous female out of his arms. He would, if she asked. But more than anything he wanted to bend her over the hood of his SUV and fuck her until she screamed. And he planned to do just that if she conceded.

She drew back slightly and tossed her head to throw her hair back over her shoulders, baring her neck and her chest. She pushed her breasts together with her upper arms and peeked up at him with a sinful smile. "No, I don't. But I want to." She sensed the Beast in him. And she wanted to feel it. She'd sensed it throughout the date. The more they talked, the more she wanted to dig beneath the surface. She knew he wasn't a run-of-the-mill man. The insistant need. The sheer dominance and take-charge in his grip and his kiss made something inside, something primal, stir awake inside of her. She ached to feel him hold her again and make her give him what he wanted. "I'm yours," she whispered as she leaned up toward his lips for another kiss. And pouted when he held back.

Colin stared at Mikayla, weighing his options. He could take her up on her offer, fuck her like he wanted to, and give the Beast everything it wanted from her, probably scare the fuck out of her, and have her run far, far away from him, and probably screw her up for any other man she may meet. Or he could take her up on her offer, and fuck her in a vanilla way, anger the Beast, and deal with the frustration of not satisfying his most primal needs. Or he could reject her and push her away. He only liked the first option.

"You have no idea what you're getting in to," he whispered. But he couldn't hold back any longer. The Beast was roaring inside. He gripped her by the hair and yanked her in to a savage kiss, raping her mouth insistantly. His free hand roamed her body as she melted in to his need, giving the Beast exactly what it wanted. She obeyed every silent command his fingers coaxed from her. His hand slid between her legs and he yanked her panties aside, sliding two fingers inside her wet cunt.

She purred into his lips as his fingers slid inside her easily and she grinded against him, pushing them deeper. Her lips hurt as he kissed her, but she didn't care. The sheer savage need between them was tangible, electric. She wanted to give him everything he desired from her. His hands demanded she obey. He wouldn't accept anything else. If she so much as went the wrong way, or pulled back when he didn't want, he'd yank her back, punishing her mouth with an even harder kiss, his tongue owning and claiming her. Her heart soared. No, Mikayla didn't know what she was getting in to, but she truly wanted to find out. She'd never felt such sureness in a man. She liked the fact that Colin knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it from her whether she obeyed or not. She knew that from his touch alone. She'd never been with a man who demanded pleasure from her before. She liked it. They were too far gone to say no. She'd said she was his. And that was all he needed. The very slight twinge of alarm arose within her gut, but she quenched it. She was going to please this man. No matter what it took.

Colin yanked himself away from the girl as she ground in to him like a wanton slut. Her body rocked in rhythm as his fingers teased a beautiful cadence inside of her. She gasped desperately for the air he'd denied her. He smiled. But it wasn't his regular charming smile. It was a smile of sheer sin. His eyes gleamed with a need he hadn't allowed himself the luxury of feeling in so long he felt it burn. 

Mikayla let out a soft cry as Colin's fingers pinched and roughly pulled on her clit. Her hips obeyed and she spread further for him, pushing in to his hand as if to beg for more. He gave it to her and she cried out again. God it hurt. But it was such a good hurt. Again. She gasped and quelled a scream as her clit throbbed in his grip. "Good girl," he purred in to her ear and slid a third finger inside of her to spread her, stroking her g-spot forcefully. Her body responded beautifully to the sensations. She shook uncontrollably atop him, her breath coming in panicked short gasps. He soothed her by letting go of her clit and he just stroked it. Her eyes were wide, terrified. She'd liked the pain. Her body shook with sheer pleasure. Colin leaned in to kiss her swollen, injured lips, coaxing her softly to ease the panic. He certainly didn't want to scare her away now. He'd just gotten started.

Deftly he lifted her from him and his fingers left her. Her feet wouldn't carry her weight and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her steady a moment, just kissing her, loving on her softly, bringing her down a little. "I haven't even started, Mikayla," his voice rumbled deep, a promise in his tone told her he would take her.

Then all kindness and softness left him again as he let the Beast have the reigns. He gripped her hips in the vices of his hands and turned her effortlessly, shoving her hips against the grail of the front of his SUV. The metal dug unrelentingly in to the soft curve of her belly that burned with such heat she'd never felt. She was so wet. She gasped, the alarm in her belly flaring to life again. She felt like just a toy in his grip. His muscles rippled as he adjusted her in to just the pose he wanted. He kicked her feet apart and shoved her skirt up over her ass. He held her pinned helplessly against the hood of his car. One hand gripped her hair when she'd made the slightest move to fight him and he shoved her forward, bowing her over the front of the vehicle. Her thighs burned as they were stretched, the three inch heels she wore forcing her calves to tense and scream in argument of the pose he put her in. He yanked her panties down. Her pert ass was bared before him in all its glory. His coarse fingers caressed the curves and her face flared in shame when he purred his pleasure and she heard him murmur "beautiful".

She felt the length of his cock pressed against her soaking pussy and inner thigh. Somewhere in the quick shift of bending her over his vehicle, he'd unbuttoned his pants and yanked himself free. He was impressive, from what she could feel. His length was average, but he was so hard, so hot. She could feel his pulse race through the shaft.

Colin looked at the beautiful girl displayed in front of him. He so badly wanted to spank that perfect round ass until she screamed, but he reigned in the Beast. He didn't want to scare her off right away. She was already scared. He sensed it. He wanted to fuck her. The Beast reluctantly gave in. Gentle fingers found their way to her flared clit and he stroked her comfortingly. As much as he wanted to just ram her until she gave him everything she had, he took time to ease the panic he knew was racing through her mind. She'd never been with a man like him. She was so green. So perfect. And willing.. Spankings could wait. He stroked her until he felt her body shudder in pleasure and the blush and tensed fear in her face slackened and relaxed. That's it, he thought to himself. Give it to me. He continued to stroke her, sliding his fingers inside her again, easing along the top wall of her cunt to find the sweet spot. He normally didn't allow a girl to orgasm until he was sated to the brim, but he wanted to relax her, to make her feel safe with him.

Mikayla bit her bottom lip as she felt the panic ease away in to sheer pleasure. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, holding her there with his foot insistently, flaring the agony in her calves and thighs. She couldn't help but purr as his fingers stroked awake a deep and primal need in her. She shook and whimpered vulnerably. She could see Colin's grin out of the corner of her eyes. He held her pinned, helpless. She pressed her hands to the surface of the hood and pushed herself back in to him, as if begging for more. He instantly obliged and slid another finger home inside of her. She gasped and her eyes widened. Her belly tightened and she felt an insistant burn erupt and flash through her. "That's it, girl," she barely heard above her own shocked cry at the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her. She'd orgasmed before with a man, usually by her own design, but never like this. Never had she been expected to cum. Never had a man taken the time with her to find out what made her click. Colin stroked her relentlessly through every wave. Her fingers and toes curled. Her pleasure tore through her quickly, and she lost all control as she felt her own fluids drip down the insides of her thighs.

Colin's lips quirked in to a crooked smile as the girl's body bowed before him, rocking with the intensity of her orgasm. He smoothed her cum over the lips of her swollen and oversensitive cunt and inner thighs. He moved between her thighs and she grunted when he leaned over her, laying his larger weight upon her. "Are you sure?" he whispered, kindly, his tone of pure care for her. His fingers tucked her hair back and he placed soft kisses along the base of her neck to her shoulder blades. Before she could answer he continued. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." His hands coaxed her to relax, massaging the aches from being stretched and held over his car. "You're going to scream, and no one will hear you, or come to your rescue. You will be mine." His voice took on a more visceral l tone. "I will not rape a woman. This is your last chance to say no." And with that he paused, removing his touch and he stepped away with great effort.

Colin half expected the girl to get up and run away from him as far as she could. He'd pushed her further than anyone he'd had on first contact. Usually he entered relationships with more of a vanilla approach. Especially with a woman who had never met the Beast, or knew of its needs. 

Mikayla took a deep breath when she felt his weight lifted, and she was freed of the pin. She felt empty. The panic in her gut told her to run away. But the new desire in her made her stay. It felt like eons as she waited, laying vulnerably on the cold surface of the vehicle, splayed and soaked through for a man she hardly knew. Colin was so quiet she didn't know for sure he was still there until she lifted her head to look back over her shoulder. There he was, in all his glory. But he was not the carefree, charming man she'd enjoyed on their date. This man was darker, more solemn, and pure untouchable power. Her belly came alive with butterflies. She licked her lips and smiled, then turned to stretch herself further across the surface of the vehicle, curling her fingers over the rim near the windshield.

Colin's brow arched as the girl shifted her position, leaving herself even more vulnerable to the Beast inside him. He moved forward and slid his hand up over the curve of her ass, squeezing her firmly, exploring the perfection. Again his hand slid between her legs and he squeezed her swollen heat. She pushed back against him to offer herself and wiggled sensually beneath his touch. The girl had made her choice, and she was still sassy. The Beast grinned.

He pressed his cock against her again, his hands spreading her beautiful ass. Before she could adjust, he rammed his cock home, deep within her. She cried out at the shock and gripped the hood tightly. God he was big. Not long. But big. Her pussy had never taken something so wide or profound. Not even her toys back home were this wide. And she liked wide. Before she could adjust to him, Colin bent over her, and gripped her shoulders, shoving her down with his weight. He slammed in to her, his cock and the grate of his vehicle punishing her. She could feel the metal gouge in to her soft flesh and she cried out.

His breath grunted near her ear with his primal tempo, forcing her to take him, her pussy stretching around his girth. His hands slid up over her arms, holding her and molding her, his soft and kind touch in sheer opposition of the events happening between her legs. "Oh yeah," he coaxed as her body submitted to the punishing rhythm. "Fuck..." he purred and pushed himself up, pinning her by the wrists above her head, pounding in to her over and over. In and out. Deeper. If he could get any deeper. God it hurt! But so good. Her pussy screamed as his cock drove in and out of her. Helplessly, relentlessly her body moved with him. She could feel her sex drip over her inner thighs. The pain seemed to make her even wetter. She found herself begging for him to take her harder. Her cheeks blushed red hot.

And he did. In and out. Harder. Slamming her viciously against the hood of the car, the grate biting its bruising mark in her beautiful soft flesh. The machine rocked with their rhythm. 

Colin was all but raping her. Some of her fantasies flashed before her eyes. She'd always imagined a rape scene. She'd always wanted to feel a man's primal want and need for a woman. To be thrown over a hard surface and bent to a man's will. To have a man simply fuck her in the only way a man knew how. Deep, visceral, harsh, punishing. Her cunt throbbed. In and out. His tempo did not slow. He grunted heatedly into her ear, nuzzling in to her thick mane as if thanking her for all she was giving him. His hands were so different from his cock: kind, soft, coaxing her to give him more. Loving every inch of her. He stroked her wrists and arms, down to her shoulders and down her sides, cupping her breasts beneath, stroking her hardened nipples. She gasped with pure ecstasy. She pushed back into him, making his cock take her even deeper, punishing her harder. She could feel him answer her subtle movements to take her even harder, slamming his weight into her.

Her eyes widened and she gasped as that familiar heat boiled deep in her belly. No. No! Not yet! She'd never orgasmed from intercourse. She'd always had to have some sort of stimulation, and fantasies in her mind beyond what was happening in bed.

Colin growled low as he coaxed the wild creature beneath him. She was so hot. He was surprised and impressed at the strength of her body, how she bowed so willingly beneath him, taking everything he had to give. He had been afraid to go at her too hard, fearing he might scare her. But her body subtly begged for more, and he gave it to her, using the strength in his legs to slam in to her over and over. In and out. In and out. She soaked his cock over, the slickness making it that much easier to keep with his rhythm. He could feel her tense beneath him, the heat spreading through her loins. "That's it," he purred, sliding a hand beneath her to cup the well of the heat, just above the mound of her cunt. He heard a sharp gasp from her and he smiled, pressing the palm of his hand flat against her belly, relieving some of the pain of the grate biting in to her thighs, pulling her against the hard surface of his toned body.

Mikayla cried helplessly, feeling Colin's hands coax from her exactly what he wanted. She didn't want to cum. She hurt. His cock relentlessly pounding in to her slick cunt. She couldn't cum. Could she? Then his hand found the source of the heat and she cried out, bucking against him. He grunted and caught her, wrapping his arms around her. His fingers deftly stroked her clit. She screamed and bucked into him.

Still his cock drove in and out. His legs burned with the effort. His knees were beginning to give. He was unconditioned for this as it had been a very long time. He grunted and shoved her roughly against the car again. If she wasn't going to cum for him, he'd have to cum soon. Or not finish. And he wasn't going to not finish. He placed his palms on the surface of the hood and slammed in to her forcefully, making her take every ounce of strength. She screamed in pain and ecstasy, writhing wantonly beneath the man who took her. All hindrance was gone. He took her like he'd wanted to take her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her. And she answered him.




First Date



Mikayla's body let loose. A cry ripped from her as she came again, helplessly around the thick cock that drove home inside of her. He gasped as she tightened around him and he sank into her one last time, deep, hard, as his seed spilled inside of her. He stilled, and lay atop her, panting. She melted beneath his weight and purred, her pussy trembling around the softening rod of his cock.

After several moments to take a breath and get his weight settled on his feet again, he pulled free of her well-fucked pussy. Mikayla gasped at the shock of the emptiness she felt, feeling the mixture of their love making ooze from the swollen, bruised lips of her cunt. She shook as she got her hands beneath her and pushed herself up from the car. She found she couldn't stand, the pain of the bruises burning, and the lack of strength in her legs, so she sank back down against the unforgiving surface.

Colin stood and adjusted himself, zipping his pants. He reached for the girl and slid her panties in to place and lowered her skirt. She whimpered as the cotton chafed the bruised, swollen lips. His hands lifted her from the car and he sat on the hood, pulling Mikayla in to his lap and he kissed her sweetly, combing his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him with a smile and kissed him again, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Thank you," she heard rumbled through his shirt as she laid her head on his shoulder. She wanted to say something in return, but she didn't want to destroy the moment. 

She was his.



First Date



Here I am, sitting alone anxiously waiting for my date to arrive. I am working on my second dark beer, the cold glass touching gently to my lip as I let the thick dark heady resin roll over my tongue and into my throat. It eases my anxiety a bit, but not entirely - of course the feel of this hard wooden chair beneath my ass might have something to do with it to. I adjust a few times feeling the contours of the seat against my body, only feeding the sensations that I hope to distract me from my nervous thoughts. This is only my second real date since my 12 year marriage ended about a year ago - you could say I was concerned about being a little rusty. 

I met her online, one of those dating sites - a ravenous beauty from her photos, the physical embodiment of perfection - dark luscious curls that ebb about her soft smooth features - her high cheek bones that accent her intoxicating hazel eyes. Needless to say, I was already lured in just by her physical prowess. Now, tack on that our conversations via email and text to this point have been great - I sensed even a little naughty in her.

As I take in my last few drops on my dark porter, I turn my head towards the door - in she walks and I am sure I stopped breathing. She is wearing knee high dark high heel boots, sculpting her perfect petite legs - I can see the soft caress of her ankles as they gently elongate into her long legs. Her skirt, just above knee height with dark hose, allowing me just a glimpse of her - my imagination was already sliding my hand up her inner thigh. A long dark coat that framed her beautiful face - what a vision she was. I hadn't thought how obvious my tour of her body was, but once our eyes meet I knew that she was not shy about my quick visual feast of her - in fact a small glint said she rather enjoyed it.

She walked towards me with grace that only a woman of her class could - elegant and revealed with seductive overtones the way she moved her legs and softly swayed her body. She sat across from me, only then did she slowly peal off her large dark coat to reveal the rest of her self to me - I wanted her already and we hadn't barely even introduced. She was dark and sultry, perfectly petite, soft features and legs that I could suck kiss from ankle to thigh. I of course contained this and stayed in control, doing my best not to let on of my interest - I wanted her.

We enjoyed some pleasantries, talking as most people do on a first date. My eyes with every stolen moment tracing a new part of her body, thinking about how she must taste and feel - mentally running my hands across her body touching her in ways that would send tingles down her spine. It only grew more intense as the food arrived, taking the appetizer in my hands and slowly bringing it to my lips - sucking on it and biting it feeling the juices run into my mouth and across my tongue - the saltiness of it increasing the intensity. However, our meal is almost ruined when the Gnocchi came - it was their first time preparing this dish at the restaurant and it was not good. Luckily our conversation had been great and she was open to other ideas - she mentioned her favorite place for Gnocchi and so I quickly got us out of there.

As we walked out, she asked to ride with me - I welcomed her trust in me. I helped her into my old VW Vanagon, as she eased up into the seat I watched as her dark curls fell across her face and she emerged through them sharing a warm smile for me. Her beautiful red lips that she carefully kept decorated with dark red lip stick, how they easily slid across her perfect white teeth and eased up towards her cheeks. A perfect smile for what is turning out to be a perfect evening.

At the restaurant we find out they have just decided to close early, I could see the disappointment in her eyes even if she wasn't voicing it. Everything in me said this can't end like this, so I ask her if she mind waiting in the van and I would be right back. I walked into the restaurant and told to them that even though I can explain why, I feel that this woman and this night is the most important thing to happen to me in a very long time - I sensed something awaken in me when she is around. As I spoke to the waitress, my verbal influence seemed to weave some magic as the things I said carried some potent eroticism that caused her to bend to my will. She immediately had the cooks prepare a plate of Gnocchi for us as I went to retrieve this delicate sensuous creature that was patiently waiting in my van.

We enjoyed a wonderful meal, her delight in my abilities to procure her a favorite treat against insurmountable odds I think endeared her to me. At that moment sitting across from me I could see her eyes starting to glisten and caressing my body, her mind thinking about what potential was sitting so close that she could feel my body heat from under the table. I know she sensed my desire, I could literally taste hers in the air - like an animal my senses peaked and I felt her arousal growing. With every shift of her legs, slight movements in her chair - my soft touches and easy penetrating words - she was feeling it too.

After dinner I escorted her back to the van, we where off to play a game of pool at one of her more favorite spots. Sitting in the van you could feel the sexual tension - drawing and pulling us closer. She coyly asked about my previous attempts at an ice breaker I made - it was a take off of truth or dare - a way to get to know each other. I explained it a bit, helping to take the heat off the moment or so I thought - then I could feel everything around me melt when she asked me more about the dares I intended. At that moment, something inside me took over - my inner seductive beast. My eyes went dark blue and my gaze intensified, I began detailing one of the dares and while I did I slowly enacted it. I told her that we would have to draw near to each other, see how close we could come without actually touching - as I moved towards her she mirrored me - our lips so close that I could breath her in. The sweet taste of her danced on my tongue and it was too much, I drew her into me taking her mouth fully onto mine - pushing my tongue past her dark red lips penetrating her mouth and tasting what I had desired all night. I breathed her in deep, devouring every second our lips touched. Soft and tight, the fit perfect on mine - I traced my tongue along hers, feeling her mouth, touching her with my tongue in ways that I would hope to do elsewhere on her body. Not wanting us to completely loose ourselves yet, I took control and got us back on track - I want this to last, to tease us all night, I want the desire to be unrivaled between us.

I drive us to the pool hall across town, its an upscale place - but it is closed. We sit outside in my van, the rain pouring - my desire so intense for her that I can't help but to have her in my hands and my mouth again. I move her to my back seat where I proceed to devour her with my intensity, making each kiss like a small prelude to an orgasm - sucking her ear lobes and sliding my tongue in with phallic innuendos. Each breath into her ear a hot delight of promised pleasure, coursing through her body causing her hips to respond. I can smell her sweet scent and know she is wanting - needing. I slowly slide my self down her - she sitting in front of me as I carefully kneel. Placing my hands on her knees I look into her eyes intently as I apply a small amount of pressure to push them apart. Her breath drawing deeper, knowing what I intend - she moves her legs apart as her skirt slowly rides up her legs towards her waist. 

At this moment the rain begins to intensify as if drumming us towards the event horizon - helping this libidinous night to flow. I move my gaze from her eyes down to her legs, I see that she is wearing thigh highs - my mouth drops open and my cock gains new girth. So tempting so sweet, provocative and naughty. I slide my hands along her inner thigh, feeling the intensity of her heat as I draw near - moving across the threshold of her panty hose to her bare skin. I am drawn to taste her and touch her inside - to know her. I begin by kissing just to the inside of her knee, my hands still resting and touching just on the inner side of her thighs close to her pussy. I work my way closer, tasting each sweet inch of her, moving her skirt up, playfully peaking up at her watching her tilt her head back and push her body into me. Soon I am tasting her bare skin, touching it with my lips - sucking and nibbling it as I run my tongue in playful patterns.

Pealing back her panties I feel her wet and so hot - my tongue is cool in comparison to the passion that I am about to taste. I dive in with a carnal intensity - driving my tongue deep into her pussy, sucking and pulling her lips into my mouth. Tasting her sweet juice, running my tongue up her lips - hardening it and pushing into her clit then sucking the clit into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. I continue this barrage of cunnilingus until she gives in - she melts into my mouth - I continue to draw her in, sampling my reward.

She then without hesitation returns the favor, placing me in the seat, submitting and kneeling before me - something in the back of my mind enjoying my role in this position - me not know what that is I settle into the pleasure she is providing. I watch intently as the tip of my cock slowly breaches those perfect red lips, pushing into her mouth - her big beautiful hazel eyes staring up at me in pleasure. I smile and run my fingers through her dark curls, enjoying as she pushes me deep into her mouth and begins carefully massaging my balls. It is not long before I release into her, giving her all my passion to savor. 

Creating a night for us both to remember, we leave it at that - leaving us both wanting more. I take her back to her car - she teases me a bit before leaving and from there we enjoy many more stories together.

*

*Part one of a series to honor my sweets, my first sub who introduced me to the lifestyle. May we someday share another erotic stimulating moment in each others company.



First Date



* True story, but names and places changed to protect the identities of the individuals concerned.

We had been emailing each for a week and a half. 

We met at the Space Needle. It was dusk.

"Are you Chantal?" I asked her.

"Yes," and "and you are H____" she replied.

There was a pause, a shy smile and a handshake.

"I'm new to this," she said. "Let's walk for a bit and find a bar."

We turned toward downtown, keeping up a fast pace. She was athletic, 5'7" and had a curvy brown body. Her breasts were were barely restrained beneath her coat. Her skirt hinted at a well rounded bottom. Her high boots accentuated her shapeliness and added to her height. She'd obviously just stepped out of an office, and looked really smart in her business outfit. 

"Where are you from originally?" I asked, to start the conversation.

"Louisiana. you?"

"England."

She raised her eyebrow and smirked. 

We walked, talked and went to a bar.

...

Normally, I don't drink. Bars are unfamiliar territory. This place was upscale - dark, full of business people flirting and had lush furnishings. We sat opposite each other on high barstools, a candle on the table.

She smiled. Her teeth glowed white in the dark.

"So is True Blood a documentary?" I quipped.

"Only if Austin Powers is a real person," she retorted.

I looked at the drinks menu, and picked something that was citrus and alcoholic. I hoped it did not too look out of place.

We drank, and talked, and smiled.

...

At another bar, later, I was a bit lightheaded. So was she. 

"And what do you like to do, with a woman like me?" Chantal asked. 

"I like to make a woman come," and touching her hand as I said, "and I like to make a touch sensuous and exciting."

"Do you like to kiss?" 

"Yes," I replied as my hand moved up to massage her neck. Our eyes were locked on each other.

She moved close to my ear, and I could feel her soft skin and hair close to my neck. "When you touch me like that, I can feel it in my pussy," she whispered. 

"Good."

She reached out again and kissed me. I could feel her tongue in my mouth - tasting, probing and sucking. I tongued back, and moved my lips on hers.

"Give me a ride home."

I complied.

....

We got to my car in the basement of my hotel. Given this was a first date, I wasn't expecting to take her to my room and I didn't ask.

We got into my rental car. It was brand new. I pulled out of the lot, as she held my hand. She kissed me again, and her hand felt up my crotch. I hardened.

We were driving, her hand felt my hardness. 

"Can I look?" she breathed.

I nodded.

She opened my zipper and put her hand in my underpants. Then, she peeled away the underpants, and looked at my cock. She unbuckled her seat belt, and knelt. 

"I love the smell, and it is so thick," she said.

And then she sucked it.

I had never imagined in my life that this would happen to me. I was driving in Seattle with my pants down just enough for this gorgeous woman to lick and suck my cock on a first date. And as I was driving, she popped her head up now and again and gave me curt directions. "Left here... Right here..." and so on. I was struggling to concentrate and felt ecstatic and horny beyond belief.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked.

"Yep."

She directed me to a park that looks over I5. As it was late by now, there were few cars. She had a look around.

"Let's get in the back."

My shirt and trousers were loose, an I made myself decent enough to go round the back seat. Then I took my trousers and underpants down, over my ankles.

She got on top of me, having just removed her boots and knickers.

I felt for her vulva, and smelled her excitement and spread her damp lips apart.

She pushed my hand away, grabbed my cock and mounted me. Straddling me, I felt her tits through her blouse and felt her tongue play with mine. Over her shoulder I could see all of Seattle lit up, with I5 traffic heading towards the city. I could not believe the contrast.

Here I was, my cock being ridden by a beautiful black woman ten years my junior.Her tight pussy felt great. Her large tits felt great. Her sight, her kisses and her taste filled my senses. She sounded like she was moaning, and my breath hardened. She shook suddenly, and hopped off. "I've come," she said simply. And she smiled.

...

It wasn't long before I had dropped her off a couple of blocks away from her house. "I'd like to please you, next time," she said. And I believed her.

...

As I drove back to my hotel, my body was alive to the passion she had evoked. I realized that I'd been drinking and had fucked a woman I hadn't met before on a first date, and that we had connected on so many different levels. I also drove very carefully, hoping to hell that I wouldn't get stopped by a cop.

A lightning storm started. I got home at 1. And then I came.



First Date



From some reason, the butterflies in his stomach, multiplied 10 times over and restarted their incessant fluttering up into his throat. What the hell was he worried about, he'd been on many dates. Including first dates like this one. Well maybe not like this one. This one had been setup by one of his co-workers. Actually someone from the office he had had a brief fling, which led to some jealous gossip, and a mutual decision that they would be better off as friends. She had come by his office a few days earlier and asked, 

"Hey Craig, how's it going?" 

"Well, you know, just trying to make it to the weekend. What's up?" 

"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about, the weekend. You have any plans?" 

"Nope, was planning on watching some games and hanging out at sports bar for awhile. Why?" 

"How about doing me a favor, since it sounds you might have sometime. My old college roommate is in town and I've got a family thing and won't be able to spend anytime with her on Saturday. So was hoping that maybe you could take her out for lunch on something." 

His eyebrow arched as a quizzical look came across his face. "You want me to take out a friend of yours? Does she know about us?" 

"Yea, she knows all about you, Mr. Work Romance," she said as a sly smile came across her face. "We're old friends and I needed somebody to spill my guts to. Besides, she doesn't blame you, just these busy bodies here in the office." 

"Well, have to get the specs on her first, like her name, does she have all her teeth, breast size, etc," he said sitting back in his chair. 

"Her name is Sarah, she's about 5ft 5 inches, yes, has her own teeth, loves sports, not telling

you the breast size, but just to let you know, that since you were so happy with mine, she's just a little bit larger...perv." 

"Well that's a good start. Anything else in the closet?" 

"Well since you asked, " she said, readjusting herself in her seat "there is one other thing...she's white." Once again, the quizzical look came across his face, "She's white? Aren't you going to get thrown out of the sistas club, setting up a brotha with a white girl?" 

"Oh you know I don't' care about that crap. Besides she's great and I wouldn't set her up with anybody I didn't trust or think she would get along with." 

He looked at her and knew she was serious and said, "Ok, but I don't want to see my name on some blacklist or start to get dirty looks from "the girls". 

"Thanks, Craig! I'll know you'll have a great time. I'll give her your number and you guys can set something up." 

Part 2 

They had talked on the phone later in the week and decided to have lunch down by the beach. Close to his local sports bar, just in case things didn't work out. He'd arrived a bit early to get a bit of liquid courage and was bringing the drink to his mouth when he saw her walk in. His first thought was, "Well Terri, was right about the breast size." She was pretty, with a round face, short brunette hair, and a nice shapely figure. She smiled and gave a short wave as she walked to the table. 

"Craig? she asked as she approached the table, I'm Sarah. How are you?" 

"Great, he said smiling, getting up to offer her seat. Great to meet you." 

She sat down in the chair he'd pulled out. She smiled and said, "Thanks. Terri said you were a gentlemen. Appreciate, the gesture." 

"Thanks, my Mother taught me well," he said. "Notice a bit of accent. Are you from the South?" 

"Sure am. Louisiana, born and bred. Hadn't been anywhere west of Texas until I went off to college in Colorado. There's were Terri and I met." 

They spoke casually for a few minutes after the waiter had taken their order. The general topics, work, family, school, friends. She fiddled with her napkin a bit during a pregnant pause and smiled as she looked up at him. 

"So, what did Terri tell you about me." 

"Well, just that you two had been college roommates, that you're thinking about moving here to sunny California, this and that."

"Did, she tell you about this", she said with a smile, waving her hands across her face. 

"Oh and that you still had all your teeth", he answered with a wink. 

"Well that's good to know. No cavities since I was 10", she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Did she tell me you about me being white?" 

"Yea, she did mention that. Was just thinking it was your last name." 

"Oh you're a funny one. So disappointed?" 

"Disappointed? Why?" 

"Well, back where I come from, some of the black guys would be looking over their shoulders by now. Looking for a dirty look or someone mumbling under their breath." 

"That's unfortunate. Their missing a good chance to keep you looking at your pretty face." 

This time she arched her eyebrow and said, "Oh a smooth one, too. Terri didn't tell me you had all the lines." 

"No not really, never good at lines. Just saying the first thing that came into my mind. You are very pretty and I would think anyone in their right mind would notice that and not care what every one else was thinking." 

"That's very nice of you to say. And I have to confess, Terri showed me your picture and I basically made her have a family thing today, so I'd get a chance to meet you." 

A huge smile broke across his face and he chuckled as he said, "Damn, women I'll never figure them out. So do I meet your expectation so far?" 

"Oh yea," she said, as she reached across the table and put her hand on top of his, "and then some." 

"How's that drink?' he asked, with a wry smile. "Mine's done and I'd think this would be a good time to go." 

She took a quick look at her drink, picked it up and with her big drink finished it, just as the waiter came to the table. "Ready to go, she said, getting up out of her chair. 

Craig pulled a couple of twenties from his pocket threw them on the table and said to the waiter, "Give this to the next couple that walks in. I'm sure they'll enjoy it!"

Part 3 

Craig could feel the heat as he took his hand in hers, observing the contrast in skin color, smiling and wondering how quickly and strong their attraction had begun. As he opened the door to her car, he grabbed her elbow turning her face to his. Looking in her eyes, searching for any hesitation, any doubt, and seeing none, moved closer, gently touch his lips to hers, feeling the slight moan in her voice as she moved closer to him. He could feel her breast pressing hard against his chest. Her hands lightly touching against his face. 

"Damn," she said breathlessly, "You really don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that." 

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long," he said. "Promise I'll make it up to you. However, if you really can't wait we could keep going here in the car." 

"No baby, that's not what I'm looking for from you. I want you to make love to me slowly and deeply on my own bed." 

"I agree, so let's get out here or we'll definitely have an incident on our hands that will get the office talking,: he said, letting her go and getting in the car beside her. 

As Sarah walked through the door of Terri's apartment, Craig closed the door and walked up behind her, gently placing his hand on the back of her neck, feeling a slight tremble as she stopped to put her keys on the table. She closed her eyes, leaning slightly back against him. Craig moved closer to her neck, his lips slightly touching her smooth ivory skin. Feeling her breath quicken, he moved his hands around to her front, feeling her breast almost leaping into his hands. Her hands were moving around to her back, reaching down his pants finding his hardness throbbing in her palm. 

"Oh God," she moaned, "This feels so good." 

"Yes," he said, "I want it all to feel good for you." 

He gently turned her around and began to her kiss her deeply. Their tongues, darting playfully with each other. Their hands moving over each other's body, exploring, trembling with each of their touches. Craig slowly moved his hands to the front of her blouse and began to slowly unbutton her top. Moving it slowly off her arms, marveling at her heaving breasts constrained in her bra. 

"You know, anyone else would have just ripped open my blouse, ruining one of my favorites," she said looking deep into her his eyes.

"Well, I'm not just anyone and I want us to remember this first time as something special, not just for something we might or might not forget." 

She smiled and slowly moved her hands to the front of his pants. Unfastening his pants, moving her hands inside to feel his hardness, trembling in her hands as she slowly stroked it. 

Moving swiftly, he picked her up in his arms and walked to the bedroom, never taking his eyes from hers. Lowering her on to bed, he turned her over, leaning down to kiss her smooth skin. His lips feeling her passions rise with each touch. Noticing that her bra had no fasteners on the back he turned her over and smiled. "Damn that gets me every time, at least I didn't act look schoolboy and started fumbling trying to get it unhooked." 

"Here let me help," she said unhooking the bra from the front. "Now that's more like it, have been waiting for you to get your hands on "The Girls"." 

He smiled as he moved to her breast, kissing her round hard nipples, teasing them with his tongue, her back arching to give more of them to him. As his fingers teased her, he slowly began kissing down her skin, slowly down her stomach, her navel, her legs. 

She grabbed his head, moving it between her legs, moving her hips closer to his face. He moved his tongue closer in, tasting the sweet juices flowing from her pussy. Feeling her press harder against him, moving with the rhythm with each stroke of his tongue. He felt her body tremble as she began to orgasm against his face, feeling her passions and hearing her moans as she pushed his closer into her. 

"Please, please FUCK ME Craig. Make me feel like this over and over again," she said in between her breaths of passion. 

Craig moved from between her legs and looked deeply into her eyes as he moved his stiff cock to her pussy. Moving closer he saw her eyes widen, her mouth opening widely. Moving closer in, feeling the wetness of her walls, tightening against his erection. Moving deeper, feeling her hips rise to take it all inside of her. 

Slowly beginning to move inside her, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Their bodies moving in rhythm as their strokes intensified, their passion heightening, their skins glistening as they moved deeper into each other. 

Craig could feel her body beginning to tremble again just as he felt his own stirrings beginning to rise. He strokes becoming deeper inside as she moved her hips closer to take in each stroke. Then their bodies tightening as their orgasms intermingled deep inside her again and again.

Craig moved closer to kiss her, feeling her arms wrapped closely around his neck pulling him deep into her lips. Looking deep into her eyes, knowing that this was not just a chance meeting. That this was something special and deeper than he could ever have imagined. 

"Wow, wonder what Terri will think of this?" he said with a little smile on his face. 

"Oh, I think she'll have a good idea of what we've been up to. Especially since this is her bed," she said.



First Date



I met her online, On A dating website. It was October and she had just been stood up on a date for Halloween. We talked for a while and I couldn't believe anyone would blow off this gorgeous, smart girl. I told her I never would. She seemed a little bit shy, but after a few days of online chatting I asked her to go out to dinner with me. She said she would. 

Outside her apartment we met for the first time face to face, and immediately made a connection. Her hair was multi colored and she had dark rimmed glasses, two points of shiny metal pierced her bottom lip in a snake bite. She was hot. 

We drove to a restaurant and had a nice meal, making small talk all the while. She just seemed cooler and cooler as I got to know her. Afterwards we walked out into the parking lot and I saw her looking at me with big eyes. Leaning over I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Putting my arms around her I held her lithe body close to mine as I kissed her more passionately.

Hands slid over her little round ass and I swelled against her. My hands slid into her waist band and she gasped as I slid a finger into her tight wet pussy. I could feel how eager she was, and as I massaged her she twitched and climaxed, gasping against my neck as her body throbbed around my finger. We broke away long enough to get in the car and soon found ourselves in an empty park by the bay, necking. 

My mouth found her neck, her hand on my hard cock and my finger inside her in the steamy car when we heard a loud knock. Looking up we saw a bright light outside. The cop smirked at us as he told us the park was closed. Trying to cool off we drove out to the street with my hand on her thigh. 

Taking her home seemed like anticlimactic; when I suggested we go back to my place her eagerness showed by her hand stroking me through my pants, and her fuck me eyes boring into me told me what she wanted. It was a long drive but we finally got to my small trailer. Inside we talked again, and kissed for a while.

Across the room I see her looking at me. Our eyes locked and the world slowed down around us. No words were spoken, her eyes said everything. We met and our body's crashed together, arms and hands encircling while eager lips parted and tongues explored. Her lips are like velvet against mine, our mouths locked together tongues writhing sensually. 

Hands slide around her waist, smooth soft skin beneath my fingers. I feel her hands on my neck and my back. Holding each other close our hips grind together, I can feel her heat through your clothes as I rub my hard on against her. She lifts her knee to rub my leg with her thigh, and I feel her throbbing wet heat against my hard yearning cock. I slip my hands down her smooth back and feel her firm round ass.

Squeezing and groping I caress her, my mouth against hers, my hips bumping hers, my hands feeling her smoothness. I slide my fingers down gently touching her dripping wet clitoris, small circles of pressure increasing slowly. My other hand squeezes her ass, slipping my fingers down to touch her. 

Feeling her hot wet skin with both hands and her endless kiss, we break away to breath and my mouth finds her neck as she moans and writhes against me. I feel her shudder and quake as her steaming wetness explodes around me in a pulsating gush and she quivers wildly crushed against me in ecstasy! 

Trailing exquisite pleasure over my skin her hands touch me, pulling at the edges and unbuttoning my pants. I pull up her shirt and she pulls up mine. Clothes fly and drop to the floor. Our mouths lock and as I press myself up against her and feel her heat and the smoothness of her skin I moan and throb. I feel her slippery wetness against my hard on and her teeth on my neck. 

Hands exploring my rigid flesh, slowly she leaves her mark on my neck, I writhe ecstatic in her embrace. 

Seductive lips trail down my chest making me shake and writhe, clinging to the back of her neck and her hips. 

Tender lips run down to brush lightly the head of my swollen cock. She licks me up and down slowly hands caressing me as she slowly takes me in. I groan, throbbing in her mouth as she gently massages me with her tongue. My hands feel her soft hair as I tingle with waves of pleasure. 

Muscles tense up as she sucks and licks, taking me in deep as I explode, hot cum filling her hungry mouth, arching my back and moaning loudly she continues sucking at me through my long orgasm.

Pulling away she licks my cum off her lips. Kissing her deeply I run my lips down her body, stopping to nibble at her hard little nipples, then down to her smooth flat stomach. I slowly run my tongue down her soft cleft and find her throbbing clitoris. 

Kissing her wonderful clitoris I lick down to taste her perfect ass and she shivers with pleasure. I kiss her and lick her and as my tongue probes at her tight ass I feel her pulsing around my finger, I kiss her sensual ass hole and she groans and arches her back.

I pull her up with shaking hands kissing her deeply and biting her neck as the head of my pulsating hard cock slips into her tight wetness. Gasping she stretches around me and I moan, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. She throws her legs around me and I turn and we fall onto the bed. 

Pumping inside her I feel her body writhe and shake as she moans and claws at my back. I increase the speed, slamming into her harder and faster, holding her neck; she bites my chest and claws the bed sheets as her body shakes and her tight wet box convulses around me squeezing me with her rhythmic orgasm! 

Slippery tight flesh grows hotter and wetter and I feel myself tingling and with a hard deep thrust I release my hot steaming cum inside her in an ecstatic explosion! Our body's writhing together wet and spent. 

Slowly slowing down I kiss her passionately and feel her cum and mine mixed together as we gyrate together, wracked by the after throws.

For three days we stayed in my trailer, she told me she had never had some of the things I did to her, and she liked it. As I got ready to take her home she confessed to me that she had never used a vibrator before, and as we drove I couldn't help but fantasize about using one on her for the first time, but that's another story.



First Date



It was there just like I promised you it would be.  I know there was trepidation.  I know you had doubts.  I know your mind.  And now you feel both relief and concern.  It's there.

Months ago we began a dance. Safe, Sane, Consensual.  Isn't that always the way?  Isn't that the basis of the negotiation?  How do we each meet our needs if the rules aren't laid out?  But they're not really rules.  They're protections.  The map, the direction, the way it's going to go... you really have no idea.  And what thrills you more – slut- is that you don't have any control.

Most first dates won't be like this.  Not in the “real” world.  Not in the vanilla world. No.  We'd sit over some overpriced dinner and I would try not to get caught stealing glances at your tits and you would try to catch me, knowing you had picked out that cleavage baring sensation just for that reason.  So much dishonesty.  So much gamesmanship.  So much bullshit.

And time.  You would spend a ton of time “putting on my face.”   As if you didn't have one.  Oh , we understand. You have one.  You just want to show a different one. You want to dress it up and make sure we like it.  Won't matter much tonight will it?

You drove around for hours tonight.  Nervous and excited.  We've never met.  Not counting the hours of negotiation in a lone internet chatroom.  You now think you may have revealed way too much about your desires.  It doesn't matter.  They're only guidelines and points of interest to me. You know that. You know that my knowledge of your desire may simply be a way of knowing what to deny.  It's not your game.  It's mine.  And that's why it's yours.  Because you have now chosen to give it to me.  I remember the talk we had about safe words.  How they were  a necessity.  Not because I can't tell when you're being pushed too hard.  Not because we disagree with those who don't believe in them.  It's because we understand the gift of silence.  You give yourself, and me, the gift.  You relinquish control and your silence is our gift.  Silence only as it pertains to that word.  Otherwise we will both relish your  screams.

Negotiations.  You are going into a very dark place tonight.   You are putting forth near total trust but neither of us is insane.  Neither of us is without concern.  You finger the life alert button I sent you.  You know your friend holds the receiver.  You'd probably have wandered into this situation without it but you appreciate my concern. Of course I have concern.  I always protect my toys. And you know that is the only reason you are protected.  You are my toy and we are going to play. Hard.

So you finally open the door of the end room in the secluded small hotel.  You don't even have to be told to know the adjoining rooms are rented and empty.  I don't have to tell you the owner is a friend and he simply turns up the music in his office.  You  don't have to be told.  You are a good girl. And good girls don't have to be told certain things and they otherwise do as they are told.  It's your ride as much as mine.  You just don't have any control over it.

It's there when you open the door.  All wood in black laquer.  A 4 foot long board with eyelets on the end.  A box bolted to the center of the board.  Well, most of a box.  It has a bottom, three sides, and a top.  The top is hinged and has a latch.  It doesn't appear at all ominous but you know what it represents.  Your captivity.  Your freedom. All of it.

You lift release the latch and lift the top of the box.  It's around 10” per side and on the bottom there is a nylon dog collar attached to the base.  You've worn your decorative collars in the past.  You've been in lifestyle for a while and had your share of the elegant. This is a Wal Mart pet section special.  Totally functional with its black nylon clip and completely demeaning. You lower your face into the box and adjust the collar.  Just enough to hold your nose to the base of the box and just leaving enough slack to breathe and allow the blood that will be racing through you to pass through those ever important carotid arteries.  Others would spend hours before that first date, putting on their face.  I'm not even going to see yours and you're never going to see mine. Or- and you shiver a little as this occurs to you- the face of anyone who comes into this room.  Obediently you adjust and snap the collar closed. You are kneeling in front of the box and you reach over your head and pull the top closed.  You engage the latch.  You reach into your pocket of the loose drawstring pants you have been instructed to wear and pull out the little electronic device.  You tap the button once to let your friend know you are ok.  You know that you won't tap it again unless you are in trouble or an hour has passed and you are now beyond worry.  You know you are not going to tap it again and you know you are not going to say any magic fucking word.  This is your gift but this is your ride.  

You rest your hands next to the eyelets on the end of the board.  You look like you are kneeling in deep prayer but there is only a box where your head would be.  You are pretty, but nobody cares.  You are a body. Covered.  For now.

The sound of the door opening is not unexpected.  Still, it is amazing how quickly you have gone into your own space inside the box.  You are separated from your body and that is all that is presented.  You hear me walk across the room and deftly tie your hands to the eyelets.  The bonds are tight but just enough to let blood flow. You relax a little knowing there is some degree of care.  With no concern at all the flimsy shirt you have worn has been torn off and tossed aside.  There is no checking to see if I notice your hanging breasts.  You know I do. You know they won't be handled gently.  Your pants are pulled off and you are wearing, as instructed, nothing underneath.  You know I am checking the quality of your grooming.  The closest you were able to come to the vanilla world of putting your face on. Your knees are pushed up against your ankles and secured to the same eyelets.  You are open and exposed.  You wouldn't have it any other way. You are now nothing but a body.  An object.  A toy. 

First dates need to start out with gentle patter and this is no different.  Well, a little.  There is no talking.  The warm up begins with suede straps gliding across your skin.  Teasing , slapping, caressing, stinging, quiet, comforting, and occasionally painful.  The level of that pain increases slowly and the frequency between caresses builds.  Your breasts, like hanging fruit , aren't simply evaluated. They are squeezed and slapped.  So carefully is the sting inflicted and so carefully is deep structure damage avoided. You know your skin is reddening.  You know there are probably going to be plenty of new bruises.  You are proud.  You are strong.  Even so you know you realize now that I will get the ultimate prize I am after. Not our orgasms.  That's secondary.  

You feel my hand open your legs and explore your dampness and then you feel it.  The sensation which will in the end grant me my wish of tear stains on the bottom of the box.  Here it comes.  Against the softest part of your body.  Those puffed up lips which define you physically as a woman.  There it is ,the feeling you secretly hoped you wouldn't experience.  Damn pinwheels.  It's my ride.  You're only taking it.



First Date



Author's Note:- This is my first story to reach the public arena! I have ideas for more episodes but am a slow expeditor. Starts off a bit slow but then there is plenty of action. Genre is somewhere between erotic coupling and bdsm.

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I finally plucked up enough courage to leave a message on his voicemail. No lawyer ever answers their work phone. As I'm a client he calls back fairly promptly. 

"Hi Ali . What's up." The usual friendly greeting.

I stammered through my explanation of the upcoming work functIon and how I needed a partner for the evening, apologizing that it was going to be a boring do, but silently hoping he'd see the positive of maintaining some useful contacts.

There was an amused chuckle down the phone. "Sure you're not inviting me for a date?" 

I cringed "I'm sorry Nick. Look don't feel you're obliged. If it's any sort of problem I can find someone else."

More chuckling - almost sounding a bit evil. "No problem kiddo, you're doing me a favour. I can catch up with your key heavies." Then silence and, "One condition though."

"Aargh. Ok what's that?" I replied

More evil chuckling. "We have a real date."

I think my heart stopped, my stomach was somewhere blocking my vocal chords. Fuck me dead with a feather. This was the hottest guy on my radar and I hadn't even thought of this as a ploy.

More stammering. "Ugh Ugh sure when works for you?" My calendar had just been cleared for the foreseeable future.

"How about Friday evening. I've got a squash game after work we could meet at the club lounge about seven and go from there."

Nick is a junior partner in a boutique law firm in the city and we met working on a couple of projects that he wrote the contract documentation for. Then we discovered we belonged to the same sports club. One of the largest in the city with over 5000 members. I had just joined the club having recently moved to San Francisco where I landed my first real job after finishing college. Nick is one of the top ranked squash players in the city. I am a tennis girl. I grew up with it in my blood. My dad was a serious player so I had a racquet in my hand from the time I could walk. By the time I was 9 I was winning under 12 tournaments and at high school people were talking about the pro tour. I was lucky and saw the light and settled for the real world. Maybe being lucky enough to go to an Agassi clinic one summer and actually meet the man himself, (and his wife, who is my all-time heroine), taught me, that though I was good, so were 100 other girls around the country, forgetting the rest of the world.

Anyhow, shortly after joining the club,I entered a fun squash tournament and ended up on the court playing Nick in the 3rd round. At that point I had only been using the club gym and pool for fitness, but I'd been playing squash once a week with one of my old tennis buddies at her club. So when Nick didn't clean me straight off the court people started asking where the hell I'd come from. None of the other girls at the club would have lasted 5 minutes unless he was patting it back to them. Our game went 40 minutes and though I lost three straight he had to work for most of it. I have played squash for fitness all through my tennis career and won a few tournaments at college plus I'm a little fitter than most, (he-he). Sorry I forgot; my second sport is karate, and I've been First Dan since I was 16, which sort of helps with movement on the squash court.

These days I'm treated as one of the guys since I've beaten the majority of them!!

I'm not a big girl, natural blonde, sort of average everywhere, but I've been lucky with my genes, and in my early teens all my hard corners started developing curves that seemed to attract a fair bit of attention. Having been into just about every sport on offer as a kid I've always been lean, so, by my teens I was starting to realise my legs and butt could get me into trouble. My boobs are 32B on a good day, though they are blessed with shape and I have big nipples, but unless I wear something tight or, revealing, I'm kind of ordinary.

So our real date is only days away, and a week prior to the work function. I spend the week on tenterhooks with people asking me what my permanent grin is all about. Kate my best buddy in the office figures it out, though she doesn't know who. I manage to survive all the interrogations without giving in. I visit the hair salon and treat myself to a new wax job. This is serious shit if it goes the way I'm hoping.

I should explain that I grew up and went to high school in Seattle then won a tennis and academic scholarship to USC, where I majored in marketing. Now I'm 23 and in my first year of work with a major engineering practice in San Francisco. I'm on the team that puts together proposals for major projects. Nick is eight years my senior and I'm batting way above my average here.

There is a pilates class at 5.00 at the club then I spend 30 minutes in the gym, leaving 45 minutes for spa and shower. The ladies change room is always chaos on a Friday afternoon as members get dolled up before an evening on the town. Usually I am "miss casual" so a few of my friends are giving me shit about my black cocktail dress and the sexy new hairdo, and who the fuck is he. I still won't cave but I know all will be out once we go upstairs.

A couple of girls I know accompany me up in the elevator to the lounge level and into the bar, which is fairly empty as it's still early. I spot Nick and Steve perched at the corner of the bar and Nick gets up to get me a stool. The girls are creaming their panties. 

"Go you good thing." hisses my Aussie buddy at my shoulder. You have to love the Aussie vernacular.

The girls spin off and I sashay across to the bar. To date I have been fairly conservative around the club but tonight I was out there and proud of it. What the hell, sometimes it pays to flaunt it. Nick has a cute grin that says he's proud of me, and he gives my hand a little squeeze of encouragement that somehow sends sparks to my pussy. 

"You scrub up pretty good," says Steve who has only ever seen me in sports gear or jeans. 

I had played Steve a few times and also spent some time giving his fiancé some basic squash coaching, so we were already good pals. He was obviously pleased that Nick and I had a date. He had been giving Nick shit because he said he'd never seen him shave after squash before. Damn; I could feel my nips as hard as diamonds and I'd worn a silk chemise rather than a bra. Oh well, nothing like advertising. Finishing his beer Steve excused himself to go meet his fiancé. 

I grinned at Nick who hadn't said a lot . He looked pretty hot himself with a pale blue, open necked, dress shirt and tan slacks. There was just a hint of the sexiest cologne I'd ever come across. I'd never really noticed how blue his eyes were, and I couldn't miss his glance at my nipples. He traced a finger lightly from the inside of my knee up to the hem of my dress that sent shivers straight to my pussy.

I looked him in the eye. "If we don't go to dinner real soon I'm gonna screw your brains out in the parking garage."

"Promises, promises, but I'll never get a table at this place again if we don't show," Nick replied, grinning like the cat who just found the cream.

I never hold back once I know I'm turned on to someone, but this was crazy. We'd just gone from casual friends to intimate in 20 minutes and I just knew Nick was on the same wavelength. There was no longer any question if we were going to screw; only where and when.

The restaurant wasn't that far away so we agreed to leave our cars in the club garage and cab for the evening. The garage shut at 10.30 and was as safe as our apartment garages, and we both lived not far from the club. Nick had the barman call us a cab at the entrance while we put our gym bags in our cars.

This was the first real date I'd been on for the seven months I'd been in the city. I sort of felt like Cinderella as we were seated in an almost private alcove with silver service and all the finery. In fact I couldn't hide a giggle as the busboy insisted on doing the whole serviette dance. Nick was just loving it. Over the past six months we had developed this casual friendship via work and the club, and he'd sort of treated me like a naive little sister, which we both new was just an act, but we both liked the game. In reality I knew he respected me and had given major kudos on my work to my bosses. I owed him big time. I was fairly certain there was nobody serious in his life but the big mystery was "why not," as he had to be one of the most eligible guys in town.

Two hours disappeared like ten seconds; we were so connected. There wasn't a lot of alcohol. We were both on our own high just from each other. We explored each other's backgrounds and there was a lot of touchy feely stuff going on. I've scooted my chair round the table and am running my nails slowly up and down Nick's erection. He's still got his pants on so I wasn't too worried what anyone thought. Meanwhile Nick's been doing delicious things with my pussy for the last 20 minutes with some camouflage from the table cloth. Suddenly I realise I'm right on the edge. Nick is looking in my eyes. I'm in seventh heaven. Somehow he manages to stroke across my g spot. "Bang." I think I hissed "Fuck," a little too loudly and almost face planted the table. Apparently half of the restaurant was watching at this stage.

I tried to make out I'd dropped some cutlery and groveled under the table rescuing my serviette that had been down there for hours. Then I headed to the bathroom trying to ignore all the eyes on the way. Safely locked in my cubicle I cleaned up the mess we'd created and decided to go commando for the rest of the evening rather than wear my cum soaked panties. I giggled to myself as a rather wicked idea formed. I didn't put my panties in my purse. As I exited there was a woman repairing her make up. She gave me a grin in the mirror.

"You guys seem to be having a good time. Wish I was single and your age again."

What could I say? Suddenly I realized I couldn't wash my hands as that would mean dropping my panties on the bench. So I just kept going, much to the woman's amusement. As I rounded the corner to our table ready to drop my panties on Nick's side plate as a little memento I realized there were now three people at our table. The two guys watched with amusement as I tried to get the offending panties into my purse. - Yeah right. The other guys partner, the ice queen from hell, looked at me as if I'd crawled out of a sewer. 

Nick attempted to make introductions but the ice queen stood up ignoring me completely.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll meet you out front in three minutes," she said to her partner.

The boys cracked up as Nick introduced me to his good friend Rob.

"Rob reckons we looked a bit like a Bangkok sex show. Carla's just jealous." 

"There are a lot of horny ladies around this place now. You guys did a great job. Not sure it's worked for me though," said Rob, as he made his exit.

"Well, you can probably cross them of your Christmas list," I observed, as Nick gave my thigh a gentle squeeze.

He gave me a grin, "Who cares. Rob and I are cool, we go way back. She married him for the income not the sex life. What do you want to do babe? Coffee here, find a bar for a nightcap, or???"

I leaned over and licked his ear lobe nipping it gently between my teeth. "Take me home and fuck my brains out - now," I whispered.

As I released his ear Nick pulled me into him and whispered back "And I thought you were such a nice young lady, but I think I like the dirty girl. Let's go."

The ma"tre de made quite a fuss of me as we left so I thought we couldn't have been that bad!!

Once in the cab I turned so my back was against the door and my legs draped across Nick's lap, the hem of my dress was probably an inch below my naked pussy. Nick ran his fingertips up my inner thigh and teased the length of my pussy. He then put two fingers in my mouth so I could taste my juices. I caught and held his wrist and then moved my head forward so that I was almost deep throating his fingers then pulled back and twirled my tongue on his fingertips, then I did it again. 

I looked him in the eye. "Just so you know what I like."

Nick held my eyes and started playing with my nipples through the thin material of my dress and chemi. They were already standing out like organ stops as he flicked each one gently for a minute or two Then he took my right nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Our eyes were locked and I did my best not to show any reaction. The pain was exquisite. Fuck it felt wonderful. He increased the pressure and twisted ninety degrees. My eyes half closed and I ran the tip of my tongue between my lips. I think I made some sort of grunty noise from deep in my chest. I'll swear if he'd just touched my clit I would have cum like a banshee, but his other arm was trapped behind my back. 

Finally he let go. He had this sort of devilish grin. "You really liked that didn't you?"

"What," I replied trying to look all nonchalant.

At that point we were pulling into the front of Nick's building so we disentangled ourselves to get out of the cab.

Nick lived in one of the apartment buildings constructed in place of the Embarcadero freeway destroyed in the 89 earthquake. The building is only 5 floors above ground so, although Nick pinned me to the wall of the elevator, there was no time to achieve anything before we stopped at his floor. We held hands as we walked down the corridor to his apartment. It was kinda sweet. We walked 50 feet without trying to establish some sort of sexual engagement. 

Once inside the apartment I dropped my purse on a credenza and we just stood looking at each other. We had been playing with each other physically from almost the moment I walked into the club bar. I'd even had an orgasm for Christ's sake; but we still hadn't kissed; or not what I call a proper kiss.

I've always been big on kissing and in my experience girls are way better than guys. My school boyfriend and I practiced for 6 years before I spread my wings in other directions; and I thought he was pretty good. Then I swung the other way, and, what can I say. I am bi, not gay, something I have finally figured out, and I'm happy with that, but to date, for kissing, girls win.

Nick put his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. I rose on my toes so I could mount his boner on a very desirable spot. "Mmmm," Nick's lips were surprisingly soft and his tongue engaged with mine gently, almost inviting me to set the pace. My dress was around my hips and now each of Nick's hands encompassed a butt cheek and assisted the friction of my naked pussy on his erection. I took his lower lip between my teeth and gently nibbled and licked it before breaking for air. "Wow," this could cause a re-evaluation.

Nick seemed to have found the zipper to my dress and now it's round my ankles, and my arms are raised as my chemi gets lifted over my head and I'm left wearing a pair of $400 shoes.

"Those shoes are really sexy, and I love your haircut," says Nick.

He runs his hands through my thick blonde hair "Its cute shorter like this and I love the way its sorta lopsided."

Nick had somehow backed me up against a wall and is leaning against it with outstretched arms either side of my head. I feel a bit caged so I reach up and try another one of those delicious kisses and its just as good.

Nick doesn't break our embrace. He finds my hand and starts maneuvering me towards what I presume is the bedroom. It's all too hard and we end up in a giggling heap. I extricate myself and kick off my heels.

"Well I'm naked and you're fully dressed. How about you lose some clothes and we take this party to the bedroom. Where can I find a glass for water?"

Nick points to a cupboard in the kitchen and heads for the bathroom. I fill two tumblers of water and follow Nick into the master bedroom. "Whoa," the bed's big enough for a small football team and the corner posts look strong enough to tether a 300 pound gorilla. Why do I have this feeling that I might find out more about tethering before too long. "Ooh," pussy tingles again. I do a bit of trampolining and a back flop into the middle of the bed as Nick appears from the ensuite.

"Nobody's tried that before," he observes.

Although the lights are dimmed I can see him OK. Nick's not a big guy but lean with a hint of a six pack, and wow that cock. It's a good size, not huge, but meaty.

He joins me on the bed crouching over the top of me supported on knees and elbows. He licks the hollow of my collar bone and I'm tingling all over as I feel his cock moving along my pussy lips and my hips arch up to encourage him. Suddenly Nick leaped off me.

"Fuck. Sorry babe, better get some protection." 

I giggled. "Come back here lover boy I've got things under control."

"Yeah, but you don't know where I've been."

That cooled me off a bit. "Where have you been?"

This time Nick giggled, "I haven't been anywhere, least not since I last got tested."

"Neither have I . That's why I'm so fuckin horny," I added. 

As Nick slid back down beside me I reached for his cock and slid my nails along its length then circled his girth with my hand loving the hardness.

I looked in his eyes. "Lie back and enjoy for a while."

I scooted down the bed and holding his cock upright kissed from his balls to his cockhead then took just the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it collecting his precum. After a minute of tonguing the head I started to drop my mouth down the shaft. It was a challenge due to his girth but I was determined and didn't rush, until my nose was being tickled by the hair at his base. I relaxed, breathing as deep as I could through my nose, his cock fully embedded in my throat. I held the position as long as I could using all my oral skills to pleasure him. After four or five dips like that I pulled off for air. I looked Nick in the eyes while gently stroking his cock.

"Jesus, that was hot," he hissed.

Nick had been passive to this point checking how much I could take, not forcing me. As I moved back onto his shaft, and swirled my tongue on his head again, he fisted my hair in both hands and I knew the dynamic had changed. I wanted to please, and be pleasing, and he understood. 

The ultimate submission statement and neither of us had said a word.

Nick pulled my head back onto him at the same time thrusting his cock into my throat. I relaxed taking his full length. My tongue licked his balls. We soon had a rhythm going. From the noises I could hear, beyond my immediate turmoil, he was enjoying things. Eventually I had to come up for air. I lifted off his cock, trying not to gasp and splutter too much. Replacing my mouth with my hand I maintained our rhythm. There was a lot of spit and drool dripping off my face. I must look a real mess. Nick is looking into my eyes, 

"You are fucking incredible."

I tried to smile. "Why thank you Sir."

Then I rolled to one side and pulled Nick with me. I was still wanking him as I ran my tongue down his cock and licked his balls then that lovely area behind his ballsack and finally as I inhaled his musk and masculine essence I ran my tongue around his asshole then gently pressed the tip to his entrance.

There were happy groans from above, "Jesus that's fucking good."

"Mmmm. I think he likes that," I thought. Save this to memory banks.

There was plenty of lubrication available from all my drool so I replaced my tongue with a finger tip and my mouth back on his cock. I could sense him reaching the edge and I pistoned my head on his dick as fast as I could. Just as I felt the start of his orgasm I slid my finger all the way into his ass.




First Date



"Aaaagh Fuuuck!!" 

"Mmmm. Think I might have got that right!!" I thought happily, as I finger fucked him through his orgasm.

I slid back up the bed and Nick cuddled me as we pressed together from head to toe. He gave me a big deep sloppy kiss happily licking his cum and my drool of my lips and chin. No question; I'd died and gone to heaven.

"I think I'm gonna kiss and lick you from your toes to your nose," he whispered in my ear.

I giggled, "Nah. That's a big job. Save it for a wet Sunday. I got urgent needs more like what you were up to in the cab."

Nick leant on an elbow. Looked me in the eye while disentangling bits of hair that were stuck to the gluey mess on my face. His fingers traced my jawline and he kissed me gently. "Would you like me to give you a spanking?"

"Err, sure," I replied, suddenly remembering how he'd handled my nipple in the cab. I knew we'd crossed an unspoken line and he knew what I wanted.

His lips grazed mine. "Just hang on while I grab some stuff. You're OK being restrained. Right?"

I didn't answer that one, but took myself off to the bathroom to clean up my wreckage. When I got back he was digging through rope, and stuff I didn't even recognize that he'd piled on the bed.

I giggled. "Fuck what's this, a riggers convention?" 

He grinned. "I haven't done any of this for a while."

"Mmmm," but obviously he'd done it at some stage."

He soon had black padded cuffs, that fixed with Velcro, on my wrists and ankles. Then another set above my elbows and knees. I was positioned toward the bottom corner of the giant bed on my knees and elbows. He rigged a harness above and below my boobs and at just above my waist which all seemed to be connected by a rope to some support at the ceiling. 

After 5 minutes I was completely immobilized but comfortably supported. I realized the only movement I could achieve was to move my ass forward and backward. Why was that not surprising. I'd also figured out that my positioning on the bed gave Nick maximum access to all my interesting bits. My ass was pointed in the air and my legs spread wide so I was totally exposed.

Nick was suddenly kneeling alongside so we were face to face. He kissed me and our tongues got all tangly which felt nice. My inner angel was asking why the fuck we weren't just curled up doing nice cosy vanilla sex. Who the hell knew where this was going.

He started flicking my nipples which was sending messages to my clit. Then I saw the wicked clover clamps. I gritted my teeth and tried to stifle a groan as they bit onto my erect nipples. Nick nibbled my ear.

"OK, safeword is Red. Yellow is, stop check with you." Green is "You're fine."

Lastly he blindfolded me.

Then everything went silent and he didn't touch me for a few minutes. My nipples had a hard burning ache that transmitted directly to my pussy. Suddenly I jumped as I felt him blowing on my pussy then my ass. Now his finger circled my clit without actually touching it then ran up and down my pussy lips. Now his hands are on my cheeks and he's licking my outer lips very softly, dragging his tongue slowly up my pussy and back to my rosebud. I push my ass back and up in response. Crack, crack. I get a good smack to each cheek and he starts warming my ass with a lot of lighter spanks all over my cheeks and upper thighs. He stops, letting me adjust to the sensations. "Mmmm," ok so far.

"What colour babe," he asks. 

"Bright green," I reply.

Wham, Wham, Wham - - - -. "Fuck that's not gentle and it's not his fucking hand either, but its in the bearable range and its hot. Feels like he's going forehand to my right cheek and backhand to my left and I'm getting plenty in a short time. He hadn't said anything about counting. It was all happening to quick anyway. 

After what could have been anywhere between fifty and seventy he stops. I don't think I've made a lot of noise but it's hard to know. I'm breathing hard and I sense sweat trickling down my boobs. My ass is on fire, and my pussy must be dripping. My ass bucks as he fingers my pussy.

"What colour babe?'

"Green Sir," I squeaked. No need to encourage him any more.

I jump as cold liquid drips right on my rosebud. Lube. "Mmmm."

His fingers penetrate my pussy and his thumb presses gently on my asshole. I'm already pushing back at him. His thumb presses slowly and firmly into my ass and he knows from my reaction that I like it. He's starting to pump my pussy hard. His other hand is pulling on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. I'm sort of squeaking like a squirrel. Its getting rough and I love it. My ass is trying to match the frantic rhythm his fingers are pounding into my pussy and ass. He builds the sensations until I'm almost over the edge then backs off and then starts building again. Soon I'm begging for him to let me cum. Fuck I'm getting close. 

"Aargh."

Everything kalaidascopes in psychedelic fireworks. I don't know how many times I cum but its definitely more than two or three. He eases back but keeps his fingers working me through all of it. As I finally come down he eases out of me and slides under me on the bed. It must be tricky with all that rope everywhere. I sense he's trying to kiss me but I can't find his mouth and he's caught in his web of lines. I hear him giggling then find his mouth. We lock in the hottest of kisses, his cock is rubbing along my pussy and I'm frantically trying to line myself up so he can penetrate me but it seems to be impossible.

His hands caress my cheeks. "God you are so hot," he tells me. I can still only mumble unintelligibly. 

He asks me my colour again. "Green," I squeak.

"You sure," he asks. 

I nod and try to smile. Fortunately the blindfold hides my tears. The inner angel is screaming for mercy. I know he wants to fuck me, but he's worried he might have got a bit greedy too soon. I love him.

"Any way I can get some water," I gasp trying to sound half normal.

He extricates himself from the web and is gone for a few minutes as I try to do some damage control. My ass is a red hot mass of nerve ends but I think I can take some more. My nipples have an almost friendly ache to them which my pussy loves.

Nick returns and a straw is pressed between my lips. I suck cool water greedily.

"OK," he asks again. 

"Yes Sir." He's so caring about it. I still love him.

I jump again as the lube drips on my asshole again. Now something is pressing at my opening. 

It's a butt plug. "Tell me you're ok with it," he says.

"Yes Sir," I squeak.

I try to relax and get a good breath. He starts to push in. Ooh! haven't done this for a while. He waits then pushes again. I push back. Not quite. We back off. He gives me a couple of fingers to loosen things then starts again I push back. Aagh, and it's in and I've got that familiar full sensation.

"I'm going to give you a few more to get that pussy dripping again. Ok," 

"Yes Sir." a bit happier this time.

Wham, Wham, Wham - Fuck that hurts, but its still in a good way.

I'm guessing he's going easy on me. He's a softy really. I'm guessing it was less than last time.

He stops and and his fingers caress my burning butt beautifully. There is a minute or two of silence . Where has he gone.

"God, that's beautiful. A perfect shade of red." he tells me. Then I feel his mouth at my pussy.

Ooh fuck! His tongue is delicious but I want his cock before I cum again. My breathing is still ragged. I've got sweat dripping everywhere. I can't stop my ass pushing back on his tongue. Then it retreats and finally I feel his cock at my pussy lips. He slides it up and down. I know I've got to concentrate. I want to last as long as I can for him. He pushes in his hands pulling my hips back to him. Oh god, that feels good. I feel his full length inside me and pushing against the butt plug in my ass. His pace builds, he is slamming into me. I am trying to meet his thrusts. I'm getting to the point where I can't hold back. 

Suddenly I feel Nick removing the clamps Fuuuuuck! Now he's pulled out the plug. Then it starts and just rolls on and on as Nick continues to ream my pussy, then I feel him cum and I'm still not through it. Finally Nick pulls off me and immediately starts releasing everything and we collapse in a heap on the bed. I'm still all tied up in rope and Velcro but I don't care as he holds me to him in one big tangled cuddle. 

As I get my breath back and some sort of sensibility I detach myself a little and roll so I'm looking down at Nick.

"Is this what you usually get up to on a first date," I try to ask in some sort of solemn tone.

It doesn't really work and I get the giggles, which seems to be catching, then we both just crack up. It's one of those moments you really can't describe.



First Date



Adelaide Jordan made chicken fried rice. Never mind it was two Michealina's frozen dinners and a large can of chicken. It was tasty cooked to tender perfection with some butter, season salt, cayenne and a few other spices that seemed right. Make a fresh salad, some cheesy garlic bread and put it all in a pretty looking bowl set to serve, taking the trash to the dumpster before her dinner guest arrived and it was no big deal. Adelaide could cook. Adelaide was a wonderful cook, in fact, but she was a college student on a budget and her utilities in the new place were running much higher than the landlord predicted. Her dinner guest mentioned loving this particular Chinese dish and she knew she couldn't afford all the fresh ingredients, so went cheaper. At least he didn't mention beef and noodles, she would have bought a can of roast beef in gravy and mixed that in with a few packs of ramen noodles. She had a dozen or so more improve recipes just like these. She knew how to cook. She also knew how to cook on a budget. The rice was a little easier to impress with, however. 

"This smells amazing" Scott said as he sat down across from Adelaide at the bistro set on her back patio. 

"Thanks," Adeliade said, hoping the spices she added were enough to mask the cardboard flavor. 

"I can see my hotel room from your back porch, Addi" Scott said with a sheepish grin. 

"Do you watch me from your window?" Addi asked.

"Do you watch me from yours?" Scott grinned and the pair chuckled. No answers were given.

"This wine is fantastic," Addi changed the topic. "What is it? It's sweet but it smells like flowers and honeysuckle."

"Vouvray," Scott said, lifting his glass to his nose, "It's a good wine. Goes with almost anything savory." 

"You're a wine connoisseur?" Addi asked, setting her glass down and putting her hands in her lap.

"No, it's my mother's favorite. I just happen to like it too. I don't usually drink wine, but you seem the sort who could appreciate it." 

Addi blushed and nodded her head. "I don't often, but yes, I do appreciate this one." She looked at the centerpiece of the table, and admired the wildflowers he brought her. She honestly had never been brought a bottle of wine and a bushel of flowers for a date before. 

The meal was eaten with idle banter. Scott was impressed with the rice and asked for the recipe. Addi downplayed it and said it was no better than a tv dinner, a point which Scott would not validate. 

"So, what's for dessert, my dear?" Scott asked, as he rinsed the dishes so Addi could load them in the dishwasher. 

"I made a Reese's cup pie," She smiled, standing up. Scott had been watching her bending forward in front of him, reaching under the counter next to the sink to get the pod for the dishwasher and she caught the grin on his face as he watched her bottom. He did not shy away when she made eye contact with him, but simply glared in full desire. It was similar to the look he gave at the restaurant where they met and shared too many drinks the week before. 

"Are you ready for dessert?" She asked, starting the dishwasher. 

"Yes, but I really hoped it would be you..." 

Addi blushed again, not quite sure if it was the wine, or reveries from the passionate evening she and Scott had shared the night they met. 

"Ah," She said and looked innocently into his eyes. She wasn't sure what more to say, so chewed silently on her bottom lip. 

"That, my dear, is about to drive me wild," Scott stepped in, pressing himself against Addi and Addi against the counter. He wrapped one arm around the small of her back and the other hand found its way into the base of her hair, tangling his fingers in her silken brown mass. "I've been thinking about you all week," He said before claiming her lips. 

The kiss was fevered. Addi's head swam a little from the wine, and more from the kiss. She felt Scott harden against her belly and wrapped her arms around to clutch his back. His muscles were tight. He was a big, strong man and she savored his strength. She could remember a moment when he had been driving himself deep into her and she cried out, clawing his back and he bucked harder and harder, telling her to tear him up. Her groin moistened at the memory. 

"May I take you now," Scott whispered in Addi's ear before going down to nibble on her neck. Her breath tattered, and she could not respond right away. Scotts touch was firm and possessive, but did not lack a gentleness. 

"Yes," Addi finally managed as Scott made his way across the flesh above Addi's blouse. He moved the satin top with his hand and claimed the flesh beneath it with his teeth. Addi groaned and Scott looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. He reached one hand down to feel between her thighs. The fabric of her slacks was on fire. 

"Addi," Scott whispered, standing up and pressing himself firmly against her again.

"Scott" Addi said, opening her eyes. Scott kissed her again, putting his hands up the sides of her blouse and shoving it up, over her head, breaking their lips apart for only a moment. He leaned back to admire the ample breasts heaving over the black lace bra she was wearing and back to her lips to taste her some more. 

Addi pulled Scotts shirt out of his waistband and shoved it up his body, over his head. His skin was tan all over, but strongest on his arms. He was a contractor, working on the railroad. Scott unfastened Addis bra, and released one breast into his mouth, leaving the other covered until he had sucked and nibbled one for a few minutes. When he worked his way over to the other, Addi's fingers in his hair, he bit down a little harder on it than the first. Addi's groin throbbed with desire. 

"Addi," Scott reached his hands down the sides of Addi's pants and shoved them down, along with the beautiful black lace panties that matched her bra. "up on the counter baby," Scott ordered, and Addi used her hands on each side of her to lift herself up onto the corner where Scott had led her. 

"Legs wide apart darlin'" Scott demanded and stepped over to get the stool from under the kitchen table. He moved it over to the counter and set it in front of Addi. He stood in the corner, in front of it, kissing her lips, fingering her wet folds, before lifting a finger to her mouth and tracing it along the warm flesh of her lips. She licked it, and he slid his finger inside, letting her suck on it for a while, reaching his other hand to finger her, slipping two fingers inside. She was tight and wet and hardened more with the sound she made as his fingers slid inside. 

Scott kissed his way down, fingering Addi the whole time. He nibbled, licked and kissed her heavy breasts and pudgy tummy. He found the space above her clit first and teased it with a trace of his tongue. She was silky smooth. He followed his tongue along each of the lips and then dipped inside, teasing her tender flesh. She moaned, and arched her back, her feet up on the counter and legs spread wide. Scott looked up at her from beneath her and couldn't help but smile at the vision of this beautiful woman. Her features were somewhat exotic to him. Mediterranean. Her hair was long, silken black cascading down her body. Her curves were beautiful, her breasts, perfect. He had waited a long time to meet a woman who excited him this way. She was great to talk to, as well, but she was the sort of lover he had been seeking, always ready for anything. He had discovered that last week when he met her in the bar and they were both a little drunk, and both a little horny. They established that they were not far apart in where she lived and where he stayed and decided to walk each other home. They made it as far as his hotel, and she said yes, she would like him to take her to bed when he invited her in. They'd had sex three times in the night and twice more the next morning before they both had to be up for work. In all he figured they slept and hour. He then had a busy couple of days followed by a weekend trip home, coming back on Sunday and here to see her. 

Scott found a pattern of circling Addi's clit she had gone crazy with on the morning after they met, and found it again just now. Her body shuttered and she cried out to him. He shoved three fingers inside of her and worked them in and out as he skillfully, roughly moved his tongue in circles. She was cumming in a matter of moments and he used that time to stand up, pull his pants down and shove himself inside of her. She felt so amazing. Wet and tight. Her arms wrapped around him, as he kissed her mouth. She was still cummin and he feeling of her juices on his cock made Scott harder still. He pounded into her, with one hand on each knee, pushing her legs as far apart as they would go. 

The warmth and vibration on the couner from the dishwasher somehow made it hotter, and he moved his hips to the rhythm of the machine. Addi was cumming again before long, and Scott pulled himself back just a little to watch her face. She was a stunning beauty, Addi. 

"Invite me to your bed," Scott pleaded, pulling Addi off the counter, onto the floor, spinning her around and slipping into her from behind. He let her lean on the counter for a moment then pulled himself out of her so she could lead him into bed. 

The apartment was small, clean and neat. She had a nice sense of style and a very cozy bedroom. The bed was Queen sized and higher than normal, he ordered her onto all fours on the edge of the bed, and slipped into her, pounding hard into the tight, hot pussy he was growing to love. 

"S-S-Sc-Scott... Scott... Scott," Addi cried as her pussy spasmed and came again. He loved that he could make her cum so easily. He felt like such a man. With a finger on the soft rim at her ass, Scott felt his balls start to tighten and pulse. He slowed down, pulled out and tapped her hip, moving back so she would roll over onto her back. Scott climbed onto the bed and found himself between her thighs quite easily. He didn't enter her right away, but kissed her. He kissed her softly, tenderly, and passionately for a very long time until her hips started to rock beneath him. He ran his still hard cock over her clit for a few minutes, teasing and taunting her until he finally slipped in. She felt tighter all of a sudden. He moved slowly. He found himself captivated by the look in her eyes, and watched her face as he moved into her. Her hips rose to meet each thrust and her hands massaged his back and his ass. He felt something in him moving, breaking, and crashing through walls that he had built for years. 

"Adelaide," Scot whispered before he let himself go. They hadn't used protection the time before, and hadn't discussed doing so this time. He had noticed a condom on the night stand when he waited on Addi to move to her back, but she never spoke of it. She was 35 with no children and they hadn't discussed whether she could or wanted any, or if she was on the pill.

Laying in her arms, still wrapped in her legs, buried inside of her, though shriveling in the aftermath of release, Scott kissed the soft, sweet scented skin of Adelaide, a woman he knew he was about to love. He trailed the kissed across her collarbone, licking and nibbling on the flesh around the tattoo she hated, but he found endearing. She kissed his temple as he moved, and ran her fingers into his hair. He lifted his head and met her mouth. Her mouth tasted of wine and soy sauce. He enjoyed it, as did his. Her lips were soft, and compliant. He rocked into her a little as he felt himself hardening again and this time, lasted a little longer, cumming again deep inside of her, this time looking into her eyes. He had never known love at first sight to be a true life experience, but felt like maybe with her it was. 

"What are you thinking" She asked later, as she wore nothing but a mid-length black slip and he sat in his burgundy boxer briefs beside her on the grey sofa. They were snuggled together under a blanket and had been watching a movie neither of them could remember the name of, for sake of fondling, kissing, snuggling and chatting lightly with one another. 

"That you're one amazing lady and I'm sure glad you let me take you to bed the other night, and again tonight and I hope you keep letting me see you and spend time with you, and that I hope you don't mind that I keep wanting to bed you because you, my dear are phenomenal." 

"Ah, me too Scott," Addi said and kisses Scott softly.



First Date



Authors Note:

This is a continuation of the story Shattered Innocence. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended.

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Ruth leaned back against the soft leather seats of the limousine that was spiriting her away to places unknown. The area between her legs was positively soaked and Richard had hardly even touched her, at least other then the virtual touch he sent her way with the tiny remote that now lay concealed in his left jacket pocket. She tried to control her breathing that had become shuddering gasps of excitement and embarrassment after he switched the surprise built into the panties he had bought for her right there in front of his driver. 

She felt as if she should have been offended by his displaying her in front of another person like a puppet on a string, but something else was stirring in her that drove all thought of perceived offence from her mind, passion and an awakening sexuality. His voice snapped her out of the thoughts that were sparring in her mind. You look absolutely stunning Miss Anderson. A slight blush came over her, thinking for a moment, how did he know my name, then the realization that there was probably little he didn't know, he did after all, have her lease application on file.

Thank you Sir was all she managed to get out before the ability to speak seemed to drain away from her. Why did this man make her feel like a schoolgirl in trouble standing in front of the principal at middle school? She watched, her eyes transfixed on his left hand as it slowly and deliberately slid into his left jacket pocket, her thighs involuntarily clenching together. I think you need a small release before dinner so that you aren't so easily driven to orgasm by my little toy between your legs he said. With that, the little strip of silicone so tightly pressed between her lips and across her clit sprang into life.

Her hands shot down to the edges of the seat, her fingernails dug into the soft leather steadying her as the sensation of the strip dug deep inside of her, tingles shooting from between her legs all the way up her spine and into her nipples causing them to tighten into hard buds instantly. Richard's hand left his pocket and moved up her arm, his fingertips drawing a line from her wrist up over her arm and shoulder then along it and to the back of her neck, taking it in his hand.

He pulled her to him, his lips descending on hers and nibbled her lower lip, she gasped at the sensation and tentatively slid her tongue between her lips to touch his. Their tongues met in a sensuous swirl tracing the outline of one another. Ruth gasped and began to quake, an orgasm overtaking her as his tongue on hers elevated her arousal beyond her capacity to control it any longer. She moaned softly into his mouth as her hips twitched and her back arched pushing her up from the seat, her dress sliding up her thighs until the special panties he had provided her were exposed.

He moved a hand over her left breast and lightly pinched her nipple through the soft silk fabric, sending more sensations traveling through her already heaving body. Sliding his other hand down over her belly, slowly, teasingly, he slid it slowly between her thighs and pressed the vibrating strip against her clit tighter and started moving it in sensuous little circles that had her grinding her self into him. The combination of the vibrations and his hand finally touching her, there, sent her falling into ecstasy yet again as she let out a low moan and came again. As the animalistic grinding of her hips against his hand slowly subsided he switched off the little remote, she slumped back into the seat feeling spent, yet ready for more.

Ruth tried to fathom why she was allowing him to use her this way, she had always been rather shy and reserved in sexual matters, and had never in her life just fallen into bed with another man at a whim. There was just something about his commanding demeanor that made her wantonly give herself to him, she wanted him to use her, she wanted to let him take control and do whatever he wished with her body. Regaining her senses she noticed that he obviously was turned on by his treatment of her, looking down into his lap she could see his erection straining against the constraints of his pants.

She dropped her hand to his thigh, a bold move for her, and slowly started to move it up toward the swell hidden beneath his clothing. He caught her hand, gently pulled it up to his lips and kissed it sweetly on the back. No he said as he held her hand in his, not yet, that will come later. And you mustn't touch without permission, is that understood? She swallowed hard, a slight sting of rejection causing her heart to stick in her throat momentarily, Yes Sir she whispered obediently. 

After a few minutes she could feel the car come to a gentle stop, a few moments later Richards door was opened and he slid out. He extended his hand and helped her slide across the seat, gently pulling her up to stand beside him. His driver stood at rapt attention, her uniform perfectly pressed and everything in place like a good little soldier, eyes front, yet Ruth detected a hint of a grin on her lips and wondered if she had heard the moans and gasps coming from the back seat even through the privacy glass between them.

Looking up Ruth saw that they were at the Excelsior Hotel, the best in town, it also contained the best restaurant in town which occupied a good part of the first floor. She thought that Richard would have needed reservations months in advance to even get a seat in the restaurant, and then she noticed the little note under the hotel logo, "Richard Riley Investments" in small neat script. It began to dawn on Ruth just how wealthy Richard must be, and she couldn't help but wonder, why her? Surely he could have nearly any woman he desired given the time to woe her with his rugged good looks and his wealth.

Richard took her arm and placed it in his, walking her down the red carpet that lead to the entrance of the hotel, the doorman stood at attention in his red and black uniform, opening the door and giving a tip of his hat and a good evening Mr. Riley, ma'am, as they strode through the entrance. Richard led her to the right as they passed through the lobby, polished granite floors in shades of grays and whites, granite columns and beautifully finished woods in a deep glossy red color abounded, tasteful and very opulent. 

They stepped through the open rosewood and beveled glass doors, the light catching in the glass split into hundreds of sparkling diamonds, and entered Bistro Excelsior. They were greeted immediately by the maitre d, Good evening Mr. Riley, Madame, your usual table is waiting for you sir, Rebecca will be your waitress tonight. Thank you Christian Richard said, sliding a bill into his hand. Richard led her through the maze of tables towards the back of the bistro, finally pausing at a luxurious, intimate booth, that occupied a private corner in the room with no other tables around it. 

If you would like to freshen up, the ladies room is just through that door; I will order us some wine. Yes, I do need to freshen up a little; Ruth managed to get out in a whisper and made her way in the direction indicated. Reaching the ladies room and surveying the damage, Ruth was pleased to see that her makeup was still in tact and that all that she needed was a touchup to her lipstick and a little gloss to go over it. Finishing the touchups she slowly made her way back to the table where Richard was waiting for her.

As soon as she came into view Richard stood, taking her hand he guided her into the booth and slid in beside her. He poured her a glass of wine and slid it carefully toward her, taste he said. She picked up her glass feeling the weight of the fine lead crystal, the way the light played off of it and brought it to her lips. The aroma of the wine was intoxicatingly delicate, taking a careful sip the taste proved to be equally exquisite, not to dry, not to sweet, with a blend of grape and spiced undertones that danced across the palate leaving pleasure in its wake. 

A quite mhmmm of approval was all the answer she needed to give as Richard nodded his head noting her appreciation of his choice. Rebecca stepped up to the table, her white linen shirt and black skirt perfectly pressed, placed a menu in front of each of them. Would you care for any appetizers this evening Mr. Riley she asked politely? Richard ordered a shrimp cocktail and asked Ruth if she would like something before the meal Ruth decided on the cocktail as well and Rebecca was off in a flash returning shortly with a perfectly arranged appetizer for each of them, carefully placing one in front of each of them.

As they sampled the perfectly prepared shrimp they looked over the menu, a small concise offering of various dishes, each one sounding more tempting then the last. Ruth finally settled on the smoked salmon salad, Richard decided on a sirloin steak, rare, with a blue cheese sauce and a double baked potato with butter, sour cream and chives. Rebecca returned, bringing a basket of freshly baked breads and rolls still steaming from the ovens, fresh cream butter and a delicate honey, laying them out on the table before them. 

She spirited away to the kitchen taking their orders with her only to return what seemed like moments later with their meals in hand, Richard obviously given preferential treatment as the investor that made all of this possible. As Rebecca laid each of their meals out in front of them, arranging things just so, Ruth noticed as Richard reached slowly into his jacket pocket, a side long, mischievous glance in her direction. A moment later the strip between her legs sprang into action with a slow, pulsing hum that just stimulated her clit enough to make her aware of it. A breath caught in Ruth's throat and a blush quickly formed across her cheeks. 

Rebecca didn't seem to notice, and Ruth sighed with relief at the thought, her thighs pressing together a little trying to both contain the sensation she was experiencing and at the same time pressing the strip tighter against herself. The light tingling felt delicious between her legs, just enough to make her aware of the device, but not enough to over-power her and send her into convulsive fits. Is it too warm in here miss? Rebecca was looking at her and shattered her thoughts, her blush deepened and all she could manage to get out was a whispered, no, I'm fine as the pulsating between her legs continued. 

As Rebecca finished arranging their meals, offering fresh cracked pepper to each of them in turn, she asked if there would be anything else they needed for the moment. No, Richard answered, I think we have all we need for now Rebecca; I will let you know if we do. With that she was off, heading back toward the bar to pick up drinks for another table. Richard leaned over and whispered into her ear, I think I will keep this on for the rest of the meal; I want you ready for dessert when the time comes. Ruth couldn't help but take that statement to mean more then one thing as the sensations pulsed through her damp pussy and up her spine, her nipples were now two hard little buds, extended proudly pointing upward, clearly visible through the thin silk fabric of her dress.

They made small talk through out dinner, talking on subjects of literature, music, art and philosophy, the entire time Ruth ached in the most exquisite way, the slow rhythmic vibrations teetering her on the edge of yet another erotic orgasm at the hands of this man. She tried her best to control herself, but she couldn't help but fidget and press her thighs together hoping to push herself past the edge that was holding her from falling over into bliss. Taking notice, Richard leaned over, whispering in her ear, no, not yet my dear; you must ask permission before I will allow you to cum for me again. 

The thought sent chills up her spine and a renewed blush into her cheeks as the wonderful torture continued to press into her now soaked pussy. With their meals finished, Rebecca came back to the table, clearing the plates away from in front of them, this time Ruth knew that she had noticed the way that she was fidgeting and fighting the desire deep within her belly. Thankfully she moved away without any questions directed at her, as Ruth was sure all that she would be able to manage in response was a guttural moan.

A moment later she was back, would you like to see a dessert menu she asked? Richard turned to Ruth, his eyebrow raised just a touch, not trusting herself to speak Ruth simply shook her head a little in his direction as she tried as hard as she could to maintain a look that didn't betray the turmoil that was flowing inside of her. Then Richard, his hand already in his pocket turned up the rate at which his toy was attacking Ruth's clit, a gasp and quite moan escaped her lips for a moment before she was able to capture it and hold it in.

No thank you Rebecca, I think we will just sit for a while and have another glass of wine. He handed her his credit card and asked her to take care of the bill for him. Ruth looked at him, longing in her eyes, her thighs were now clenching tightly, the little muscles in her belly were flexing and clenching trying hard to send her over the edge into the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Richard clicked another button inside of his pocket and the strip between her legs slowed back to the gentle motions, a cry of near anguish escaped her lips and Ruth looked pleadingly into his eyes.

She felt Richard reach under the tablecloth, his hand falling gently to her knee, it traced a slow deliberate path up her leg, curving onto her inner thigh teasing as he slid it higher, as he reached between her legs she felt one of his fingers slowly trace around the little pad built into her panties sending tingles of longing deep into her tummy. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she tried to press herself into his finger, each time he withdrew a little, making her hips press forward in anguish trying to find him again. 

What do you want Ruth? He whispered into her ear. Oh please, you know what I want, stop teasing me she said in a breathy voice cracking with desire and frustration at his teasing. You have to beg me for what you want if you expect me to allow it. The flush in her cheeks grew a deep scarlet at the thought of begging to be allowed to cum for him, her frustration and desire was pushing her past the point of thoughts of humiliation at his demands. Oh, please Sir, please I need it so bad she whispered in response. What was that Ruth? You need to speak up, I can't hear you, and what is it that you want? Ruth bit her lip, the heat in her cheeks was nearly unbearable, Oh god please Sir please let me cum! 

Ruth didn't care anymore if the waitress standing a dozen feet away could hear her; she craved release and couldn't stand the delicate torture any longer. Her hips were pushing up, her thighs clenching together, and his hand between her legs felt like it was burning into her flesh. She saw a look of satisfaction come over Richards face, his fingers resumed the exploration of her tortured pussy, and he clicked another button on the remote sending it into overdrive. Ruth couldn't hold back any longer, she bit down on her lip trying to hold in her moans to no avail, but at least she kept them somewhat muffled. She hoped that the noise of the chatter from the other patrons and the clink of glasses and dishes did the rest.

She exploded into the most powerful orgasm of her life, the feeling of naughtiness at being in a public place fueling her desire, the thought of people around her being aware of what was happening to her, the thought of being caught all added to the excitement she felt. She pressed herself into Richards's hand, grinding against it, her hips rotating in small circles against him, her moans and gasping breaths coming fast and unhindered. She felt her juices spilling out of her onto her thighs, imagined how they must be soaking his hand as it guided her to bliss. As soon as the first subsided another orgasm quickly overtook her, then another, each a small aftershock that left her unable to move. Her head lay over onto Richard's shoulder; glad for the support it lent her.

She felt the vibrations between her legs cease as Richard clicked off the remote control and allowed her to catch her breath. Felt his hand slide out, slowly along her leg as he withdrew it, a trail of moisture following it along the way. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him slowly put two fingers to his lips, inhaling the scent of her then slowly take them into his mouth. She could see the sheen of her juices on them as they disappeared between his lips only to reemerge clean. A satisfying moan escaped his lips as he sampled her taste as he would a fine wine. 

Richard discreetly took a napkin from the table and guided it gently up her thighs, wiping away some of the juices that she could feel clinging to them. She lay there, head on his shoulder trying to regain her senses when he leaned over and whispered into her ear, good girl, you handled that very well. She felt a flush of pride at having pleased him. She now knew that there was nothing she wouldn't do to please him anytime he asked. He held her until she had regained her composure in his strong yet gentle arms, raining little kisses on the side of her neck, her cheek and her temple.

Once she had recovered her composure, Richard whispered into her ear, that was but a sampling of what I can do to you Ruth, I keep a room here at the hotel, would you like to retire to a more private setting and see what else I have in store for you? Oh, yes please Sir, I want to do anything you ask of me was her reply. Richard stood and reached down, she took his hand as he helped her up, tossed a hundred on the table to cover the tip, and they walked out of the Bistro in search of new adventures together.



First Date



I walk into TGI Fridays wearing a short black and white dress with my hair down and curly. I spot you sitting at the bar wearing a tight black v-neck and sexy blue jeans. As I approach you, my heart is pounding and I can feel the blood rushing to my nipples and pussy. Just the site of you is getting me excited.

We embrace in a warm hug, your strong arms squeezing me tight; my breasts pushed against your chest. Nervously, we sit on the barstools and each order a drink. Small talk occurs, but really we're each undressing each other with our eyes- wanting to devour each other's bodies. After many minutes of talking I cannot stand the sexual tension any longer. I excuse myself and head to the bathroom. I start touching myself in the stall, picturing your body pressed against mine. After getting myself really worked up I send you a text "The bathroom is empty, it's just me and my wet pussy. Care to join?" Moments later you join me in the stall.

I begin to passionately kiss your lips and then make my way down your body. On my knees, I slowly unbutton your jeans and take out your rock hard cock. Slowly, I lick from the base near your balls to the tip, then take the head into my mouth. I gently begin sucking; slow at first then faster. You pull my hair and slightly moan as I begin to deepthroat your dick. You're close finishing when we hear the door open and another woman enters the bathroom. Disappointedly I look up at you and you help me up to my feet. I let out a small giggle and we both sneak out of the bathroom. As we head back to the bar you grab my ass and quickly touch my pussy under my dress and feel that it's dripping wet, begging for your hard cock to be deep inside.

Quickly, we pay our tab, leave a tip, and I invite you back to my apartment. Although the drive is only ten mins it feels like a lifetime as I keep imagining what it will feel like to have you inside me. We meet at my apartment, I nervously unlock my door and let us in. The door slams, I lock it, and look at you. Instantly we start kissing hard, passionately.

I lift your shirt over your head and take a moment to admire your chest and body as I begin unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off- eager to get to your cock. We start kissing again and move towards my bed. You pull my dress over my head-unhook my bra- and lay down on the bed, pulling me on top of you. We start kissing again, then I nibble your ear, and whisper to you about my dripping wet pussy and how badly I need you inside me. You slip off my panties and your boxers; then very slowly I slide your dick inside my pussy while you play with my tits, sucking biting and groping. As I grind my hips and moan you roll us over- pushing my legs onto your shoulders.

Slow at first I feel you deep inside me, each thrust going deeper and deeper. I crave more and more of you and beg you to fuck me harder. You begin thrusting fast, deep, and hard- My hands and face are tingling from the intense feeling, I am close to orgasm. I reach down and feel you moving inside me, I begin to play with my wet clit and help myself to finish. I let out a loud moan and my body begins shaking as I cum. My face is flushed and I'm smiling. You kiss me hard and passionately then order me to roll over, desperate for more of you I obey.

You grab my hips and pull me to the edge of the bed. I'm on all fours and eager to feel your dick fill me up again. I'm soaking wet from cumming and ready to take you in deep. You begin thrusting, grabbing my hips for control. With each thrust getting harder and harder, I'm moaning, and desperate to cum again. As you get close to cumming you pull my hair, smack my ass, and fuck me fast and hard- me legs begin shaking and I cum again. The tightening of my pussy as I cum brings you close to finishing. You smack my ass again, roll me over, and slide me off the bed onto my knees. I take the hint and begin deepthroating you, sucking fast and hard- taking in your entire cock into my mouth. You pull my hair so my head falls back and you cum all over my face, tongue, and breasts. I look up at you and smile as you are breathless. 

I grab your hand and lead you to the shower so we can both clean up. In the shower, as you're behind me washing my body I begin to be turned on once again. You wash my legs and as you move up my thigh you slip a finger into my pussy. I moan and then you move your finger back and gently slide into my ass. I am turned on by the sensation and let out a sigh to let you know that it is okay. I reach back and feel your dick- hard and ready once again. I guide your dick to where your finger is and press your cock to my asshole. You slowly slide your hard cock into my ass and begin thrusting very slowly. The tight hole is nearly unbearable for you- after just a few thrusts you begin cumming into my asshole. As you pull out I can feel the cum drip from my asshole and you watch it drip down to my thighs and wash away in the water. You give my wet ass a good hard spanking. I turn around and kiss you. We finish cleaning each other's bodies, dry off, and head back to the bed. 

Exhausted after our night of fun we cuddle. I am little spoon, you are big spoon. I can feel your strong arms wrapped around me and I feel safe, happy. The rise and fall of your chest lures me to sleep. You're up for just a moment longer to be sure that I could fall asleep and then my slowed breath sounds turn into a sort of lullaby and soon you're fast asleep too.

The End.



First Date



I stood waiting at the door. She finally decided to open it, wearing a very revealing dress. I don't think she knew what was in store for her, whether she's 20 or not. I'm 25, and I've been doing this for a while. She is so clueless.

Club Total isn't your average happening spot. It's pretty underground, and as long as you know people, you're almost guaranteed a VIP spot.

That was me. I'm best friends with the owner and I've known him for years. 

The drive out there was filled with casual small-talk: where you from, what was home like, etc. I didn't really give a damn about talking to her, but I did care about what was going to happen to her. 

I should probably start by telling you what it is I'm going to do to her. I'm going to take her to a private room, and I'm going to teach her my ways. It's been a few months since I had a good play date, and when she replied to my classified, I explained a bit about what was going to happen. We talked limits, and then we set up a date. Naturally, she's hesitant. They all are at first. Then I make them cum. Nothing shouts "orgasm" like being dangled from a rafter by your arms and legs. It sounds barbaric, I know. But trust me when I say that most women I've been with love it for some reason or another.

We arrive at the club, and I get out, do the chivalry thing and open her door, and toss the keys to the valet. I take her by the arm, and when we get inside, we're cordially greeted by the concierge.

"Right this way, Sir," she gestures as she takes us to an elevator, far down the hall from the main dance floor. 

"Where are we going?" asks Tara, my date.

"What we're doing is in a private room, away from any distraction that can mess with our chi," I chide her.

She blushes and smiles curiously. She's going to do wonderfully.

The concierge shows us to my preferred room, and when we enter, there's only one light on, dangling from the rafter, shining artistically over a single wooden chair. 

"Go sit," I tell Tara. "And remember: from this point on, you do EXACTLY as I tell you. Quickly," I make sure that the previous inviting inflection from my voice is replaced with control and dominance.

"Ok," she replies timidly as she glides over to the chair. 

"What?!" I scold her.

She stops mid-stride, turns about, and corrects herself, "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master."

"This one I can let go, but no more. Continue to your chair."

"Yes, Master."

She takes a seat, and I allow for it to sink in. She's a natural blonde, a former track star in college, and had a pretty rockin' body. 36C, a naturally thin waist, but not so small that the bones make up most of it. She was a fit girl, and her fair skin will glow magnificently tonight. 

I make my way through the darkness to a nearby coat rack and remove my jacket and shirt. I can hear her trying to get comfortable.

"Stop moving," I demand.

"Yes, Master," she obeys.

I go to a nearby table on the left and select two pairs of handcuffs to start us out. She can't see what I'm doing, and I love the suspense. I can almost hear her heart rate increase.

"Sit up straight, and put your hands behind you," I order.

"Yes, Master," she obeys, straightening in her chair.

I walk towards her, mocking her with the cuffs, as I notice her eyes grow wide with uncertainty at the shiny steel cuffs. Until she uses the safe word, I'm free to do whatever. 

I firmly grasp her wrist. She gasps a little as I cuff her wrists to her ankles. Planting her in the chair. I walk back over to the table, and take a pair of scissors. As I walk closer, her eyes go wild with doubt. I debate telling her not to worry. 

Fuck that.

I swiftly walked to her, holding the scissors down ominously, and quickly grabbed the cleavage of the dress, hearing her whimper. I could feel myself already beginning to fight against the cage of my pants. 

She starts to breathe rapidly as I take the scissors and forcefully cut the dress from her body. I hope it wasn't expensive.

She sighs heavily, knowing now my intentions.

I step back, admiring her figure. Her breasts rise and fall in hungry angst, flushed red and perfect handfuls. The areola pink; the nipples hard as they sat on the tip of her tits, enticing me...

I walk back to the table and grab two clothespins.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to love pain as it enhances pleasure."

I return to her, and grasping one, I pull the nipple to ensure it gets as hard as it can, and then I pull it farther, hearing her wince in pain, and knowing that its far enough as I snap the clothespin down on the erect nipple. She cries out in the exotic voice of a girl finding out how hot it is to be in her position. 

I grab the other nipple and repeat the process. Again, a moan of pleasure from pain as I snap the pin down.

I step back, and eye her up and down. 

"Perfect," I smile in admiration.

I walk back to the wooden table, remove a harness, and walk back to her.

"This is for your mouth," I explain. "You won't be able to speak when I apply this. You still have your shoes on, so stomp the ground repeatedly if you want me to stop," I explain. 

"Yes, Master," she acknowledges. 

"Open," I tell her, as I place the harness around her head. 

She does as she's told, and I insert the harness into her mouth, and start to open her as wide as she can go, then close it a little bit. I like a tight hole. 

"Do you want to see it?" I ask her.

She nods as sweet saliva starts to fall from her gaping mouth, and her tongue moves about, curiously. 

I unzip, remove my throbbing member, and slowly trace her lips with it. She moans longingly at my cock. The full 6 1/2 inches started to find its way into her mouth, slowly, letting her tongue feel it glide over. The warm satin of her mouth is doing little to help control my urge...

I grab the back of her head, and slowly shove my cock to the back of her throat. She starts to gag, and soon starts to push back against my hand, and this is my sign to pull back and let her breathe. 

She gags and coughs and a trail of saliva falls from my erection to her tits. She starts to moan, letting me know she wants more.

I fulfill her wishes, but this time I grab her head and quickly start to fuck her face, making sure my cock goes all the way in. There's nothing she can do except moan, whimper and gag. 

I wrap my fingers in her delicate blonde hair, and pull her off. She starts to breathe rapidly and gags a little more. My throbbing rod needs more. I cinch my fingers down and I hear her wince, and force my cock all the way in and hold it there. She starts to gag hard, and I get ready to cum, but choose not to.

Edging is so tricky, but the payoff is ten-fold.

I pull out of her mouth and drop down to eye level:

"Whatever I do to you tonight, You're going to swallow every last drop of me."

She looks at me, nodding pleadingly. 

I close her harness a little more, and start to take it off. I take it over to the table, and grab the Hitachi vibrator, a dildo, and an anal plug. 

I grab her from the chair, and carry her to a nearby bed, and lay her down so that her hands and feet are in the air. I grab the harness from the headboard and latch her cuffs so they force her legs back, leaving me to a helpless, wet, wanting hole...

I take the anal-plug, and slowly lube it up with her flowing wetness, and slowly slide the one-inch plug inside her tight asshole. She squirms, shocked at the sensation, and finally relaxes, moaning around it. The I take the dildo and slide it inside her wet folds, hearing her moans gets me so aroused at this point. 

"I think a little Hitachi torture is in store for you, love."

"Yes, Master."

I turn on the vibrator, and hold it against the dildo as I start to slowly move it in and out, savoring the look of her shaved and glistening pussy. Just then, I had an idea:

"I'm going to place the vibrator between your thighs to let it rest on your clit," I informed her. "Don't let it fall."

"Yes, Master," she starts to gasp, then I remove the toy.

"Don't cum. Not yet."

"Yes, Master," she sighs, almost in relief.

I place the toy back on her swollen clit, and walk back to the table, hearing her moan and whimper, trying her hardest not to cum. 

"AAHHH!! AAAAHHOOOHHHHHHhhh..." she can't hold it any longer. I grab the cat o'nine tails and walk over to her, remove the toy and look at her hard.

"I told you not to cum, Tara. You disobeyed me. Now you must be punished."

She looks at me worriedly, and I smack her ass with the tails, hearing her cry out in erotic agony.. 

"You're going to be spanked 3 times every time you cum without being told to."

"Ahh... yes, Master..." she gasps...

"That was one," I tell her.

I start to massage the cheek that I whipped, tenderizing and helping the pain become bearable. And just as quickly as she forgets and relaxes, I reach back and let another crack land on the other cheek, taking her by surprise as she cries out in the same manner that makes my cock throb hard. 

"Two," I announce as I begin to massage both cheeks now, alternating between one or the other. 

I pick up the tails and bring them clashing against her ass, making her cry out in bittersweet agony. 

"Three," I grin as I stand up and retrieve the toy.

She gasps heavily as I place the toy on her wanting clit.

"Remember: Don't cum," I command.

"Hooo... ohhh... oh fuck... Yes, Master," she moans between breaths. 

I hold the toy there, and slowly start to pump the dildo inside her, rhythmically, in and out...

she starts to moan and gasp, squirming away from the vibrator.

"Oh god, Master!" She cries. "Ohgodohfuck!!"

She can't hold it anymore and releases herself on the dildo...

"I see you like this game, Tara."

"Yes, Master," she inhales sharply, no doubt still reeling from the previous surge. 

I keep the toy where it is, and as promised, deliver three sharp cracks from the tails, and she squirms and cries out in that erotic moan, begging for more. 

She builds herself again, another climax on its way, but this time I stop the toy and take it away again. 

She continues panting heavily, her body no doubt pleased by the pain/pleasure she's feeling. I start the toy again, and she tenses up tough, and I crank the toy up to high, hold it tight to her whole pussy, and feel her body begin to climax.

Just before she erupts, I reach over and quickly yank off one of the pins, sending her over the edge, making her cum twice as hard as before.

"AHHHAHHH FUCK..." she cries in ecstasy.

I feel another build inside her, so I start to pulsate the dildo in and out again, making sure she gets there, and just before she starts, I reach up and yank the other pin off, again sending her body crashing into the clouds with unknown pleasure.

I pull the toy away, remove the dildo, and the anal plug.

"That's six you owe now, darlin'," I tease.

Her short and raspy breath tells me that she loves every second of what's going on with her petite, sexy body. 

I walk over to the table, grab the keys and a rope, and make my way back to her.

"Now, I think I've held on to this long enough," I say as I begin to unlock her.

She lays there motionless, no doubt feeling relieved of the cuffs, which I hold on to, knowing I'm going to need them soon.

I reach behind her head and sit her up, and again handcuff her, but this time her wrists get cuffed together, and I attach the cuffs back to the head board, and then I make my way to her ankles. Gently kissing, I caress her calves with my lips, appreciating every inch of her delectable skin. Savoring each moment. 

I tie each end of the rope to an ankle, and use second pair of cuffs to keep the rope hanging from the bed canopy, making her legs spread wide enough for me to enter her velvet folds, and I do, slowly sliding inside her, hearing her moans of pure pleasure as I filled her with my throbbing, thick, cock.

I slowly rocked back and forth, giving it to her little by little, reaching up and feeling her tits, groping her firm, sexy ass...

I started to increase my rhythm, and then she couldn't help it anymore, and I felt her tighten around me, begging me to stay in.

But I pull out, and clamber around her to stick my cock in her mouth, making her moan with need as I slide it over her tongue, and let her bob herself back and forth over my aching member.

Soon the anticipation builds too great, and I grasp the back of her head, force her all the way down, and feel her gag and struggle for air as I cry out and pump my desperate load down her throat.

"HAAAHHH... OHHH FUCK..." I exclaim as my cock pulses and pumps drop after drop in the back of her mouth.

I pull out and she gags and coughs, gasping for air. 

"Thank you, Master," she says with a wide grin.

I smile at her, uncuff her, and allow her a minute to collect herself. 

She stands up and looks at her dress, and I offer my shirt and jacket, and we make our way out of the club, her arm in mine, and me without my shirt. 

The concierge greets us again, gawks at us, smiling a shocked grin, and leads us to the door. 

The valet speedily retrieves my car, and before I know it, I'm at her place.

"Come in, Master," she chides with a wink.

I toss her my shit-eating grin, "This is going to be a long night..."



First Date



You want to know what will happen when you meet me for coffee the first time after all these hot emails. Here's how it might happen . . . 

You, standing in my apartment, barefoot on my bright red rug. We met for coffee and talked, the niceties, but your leg was against mine under the table and all you could think about was those few inches of contact. You came back to my apartment. This is all crazy. You barely know me. You don't do things like this, but even that is exciting and on the drive over you could feel the heat in all the places you knew I would touch you. Inside, we kissed hungrily, and now I've turned you away from me and stand behind you. There is a mirror on the wall and you can watch what I do to you.

I take hold of the back of your neck, a firm grip. You know that I will hold you that way a dozen times this afternoon, and every time I put my hand on the back of your neck in the future, even casually at a party, you will think of this rainy afternoon and shiver. The zipper on your dress opens slowly, my fingertips tracing the skin as it is exposed and you can feel it all the way to your toes. 

I whisper in your ear, close enough that you can feel my breath. "Chris, put your hands behind your back." 

You reach back and try to feel me, but I capture your wrists in one hand, letting go of your neck. I use my other hand to begin sliding your dress to your waist, trapping your arms. I have all the time in the world to explore you. You watch in the mirror as I trace your collarbones. You are helpless as I slip one bra strap off a shoulder and kiss the skin beneath. I kiss the back of your neck, the sides. You can feel my teeth, barely. You know there will be more. The other strap slips off, and your bra begins to slide down to expose the tops of your breasts. The lace scratches at your nipples and it feels like fire. 

My mouth at your ear again. "Chris, close your eyes." 

You do. I have barely touched you but you know that I will and the anticipation is delicious. Your legs are shaking now, and they almost give out I whisper to you again. 

"Get on your knees, Chris."

Your hands are still behind your back. I hold your arms and guide you down to kneel on the carpet. Your eyes are closed because I told you to keep them closed and you are good at following directions, your dress is a tangle around your waist, your bra almost falling off your breasts. My hands are on your head, running through your hair, taking hold and tugging, gently at first. I tilt your head back and lean down to kiss you, fiercely and deeply, then let go. You can hear me moving, hear the shift of fabric, but you don't know exactly what I am doing. For a second you wonder again how you got here, on your knees half naked and helpless in front of a virtual stranger, but you know you don't care. It is the letting go that is so hot, putting yourself in my hands to do whatever I want. You sense me stand in front of you. It seems you can almost feel the heat from my body, but I don't touch you yet. 

Then the hands in your hair again, pulling hard, and you gasp against the pain and I push my cock into your open mouth and hold it there, still gripping your hair tightly. It's hot against your tongue, pulsing as it continues to grow and harden. You move your tongue inside your mouth, licking at the sensitive underside of the head. My cock twitches in response and grows thicker, filling your mouth. I pull your head closer, fitting even more of it into you and you feel stuffed, almost gagged and you can feel the wetness between your legs in response. The taste is musky but clean, and you want to taste my come but you know somehow that this first time is simply to prove that your mouth is mine when you are with me. There will be other days, many times that you spend on your knees sucking my cock until I come deep in your sweet mouth, but today, the first time we are together, you are going to get fucked. 

My hands leave your hair to unhook your bra and your breasts fall free. Then my hands are everywhere as you begin to slide your lips up and down my shaft. You suck at it as though you're hungry, hands still trapped. I reach down to cup your breast, catching the hard nipples between my fingers and squeezing hard enough to make you moan around my cock. I grasp your neck, testing to see if you want to be choked. Pressure there makes you pick up your pace and my hands tighten briefly. Then I hold your head and take control, thrusting my cock into your willing mouth, fucking it the same way I will take hold of your hips and fuck you from behind. Your panties are soaked now, and your breasts sway as I use your mouth. 

I pull it from your lips and you try to recapture it. I rub my wet cock across your face, allow you to lick the shaft, lick and suck at my balls. 

I pull your head back by the hair with one hand. You are wondering what is next when I slap you. You make an involuntary sound that is muffled when I shove my cock roughly back into your mouth. I drive it deep, almost all of it filling your mouth and throat, choking you, and tell you to open your eyes. Your cheek is burning from the slap. I let go and let you bob and suck at your own pace, your eyes locked on mine. You can tell from the hungry look on my face that you look incredibly sexy on your knees sucking my cock. You can taste a hint of pre-cum, the saltiness, and we both know what will happen if I let you continue. 

I pull your head back again and you brace for the slap, but instead I kiss you. My tongue is deep in your mouth and I can taste my own cock there. I lift you to your feet and your dress falls in a puddle to the floor. Only your panties are left, and they are so wet that I must be able to see right though them.

I lead you to the bed, not gently, only a few steps away in my studio apartment, and I throw you facedown. 

To be continued.



First Date



Usually when I see old classmates from high school in public, I usually try to stay away. Unless it is one of my friends, but I usually plan on that. But sometimes I might see a person who I don't ignore.

I was just at my job one day, a simple grocery store cashier in lane 14, when I noticed a familiar looking face looking at the mints. I was about to go on break, so I just closed my register and headed near. I took a closer look and noticed it was a girl from high school, Rachel. I didn't really talk to her in school, but we had talked a little. I decided to take my chance.

I headed over to here. She smelled so good. It was some form of lavender. But that's not important. What was important is how she looked. In 6 years, she hadn't changed a bit. She was around 5'4", and gorgeous as hell. She had medium black hair with a blonde streak through the front. She had a tight little ass that shook while she walked. Her tits were small, but very perky (and she didn't look to be wearing a bra). 

"Um, do you need any help ma'am?" I asked her, acting like an employee.

"Oh, no," she said, "I was just getting some mints." She paused and studied my face. "Hey, you look familiar. Did you go to high school with me? I'm Rachel Sanders."

"Oh yeah," I said acting surprised, "I did. I'm Dave Myers. We had, like, 3 classes together senior year."

"Cool. Hey, wanna have dinner sometime?"

This seemed like a very bizarre offer since we didn't talk much, or even hang out once. But hey, yeah. "Sure. How about tomorrow night, I have off."

"Sounds great!" she said and hugged me. "Here's my number. Call me latah." Oh you know I will.

The rest of the work day went by slower than ever before. I couldn't wrap my head around why she had asked me out. My mind was not in the right zone and I almost got myself fired over this. Eventually, I just decided to let this all play out so I can figure it out.

When the work day finally did end, drove straight home to get some sleep. It was 10:30 and I wanted time to go by as fast as possible so I could just get to this date. I struggled, however, to sleep because my mind was still lost on this whole date thing. But I did end up wearing myself out thinking, and finally drifted off to sleep.

When morning came around, I realized I hadn't even called her. Being early, I waited until around noon to call her to confirm the date.

"Let's meet up at my place," she said, "It's big and I have my own cook so there's no price or hassle."

I never knew that she had money. This didn't impact anything, though, except for the fact that I didn't have to empty out my wallet over this. The dinner was set to be at 7, so I had time to prepare.

I decided I didn't need to dress up too much, but with her having money, I wore a suit. I hoped she would be okay with it since this might not be formal judging by her personality, but I really wanted to impress her. After I dressed, around 6:30, I headed on over to her place.

She wasn't lying about it being huge. Her house was HUGE. It was like 6 stories, was white, and was decorated very well on the exterior. But I had to shake this off. I couldn't let her social status over mine cause me to ruin this date. I parked my car and head to her porch to see her outside, clad in a sexy purple dress waiting for me.

"Loving the suit," she said, "Ya look nice."

"You don't look to bad yourself."

She led me in to the dining hall, which was also quite fancy. The fact that she is so proper made me worry about my chances with her. I would like you to know that I am not at all proper, but the exact opposite. 

When we sat down, the chef she told me about brought in our food. It was very quite delicious. The meal only took about 45 minutes, and then we headed out into the living room. It was also as majestic, but the house meant nothing anymore at that point. I was just ready to make my move. We went over to the couch and sat down. We got into a deep conversation about our lives, and that's when I started feeling it.

Rachel had stopped talking for a moment and looked into my eyes. I got a feeling of butterflies in my stomach, but decided it was now or never. I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Thankfully, she returned it. After a few seconds of deep kissing, Rachel pulled away. She got up from the couch and turned around.

"I don't think this is right," she said, "You and me."

"Come on now," I said, "What's wrong with us? We both seem to care for one another."

"But, it just seems weird. You and I were never really even friends, but no we want to be close. I don't get why I asked you here, it was a mistake I think."

"It wasn't a mistake. Come on and sit down."

She sighed and came back over. I looked into her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. She let it happen again and we kissed for another few seconds. But then she stopped again.

"Hey," she said, "I have a better idea than this."

She stood up and grabbed my hand. She pulled me up and started to twirl me around. I had a confused look on my face, and she just laughed and asked what the problem was. After a few moments she just stopped, and she looked into my eyes. She leaned in close, but not for a kiss. She whispered something to me. "I want you to take me tonight."

"Like, sex?" I asked. She smiled slyly and nodded. At that, I grabbed her by the sides of her head and began making out with her. As I did so, she started to loosen my tie and pull off my coat. I had to let go to let her, and decided just to take all of my clothes off right their. She watched as I got naked, and my 8 inch cock sprung out.

Rachel took one look at my cock. "I don't think I can take you in my mouth."

"Nonsense. Watch." I took my cock and put it between her lips. She grabbed a hold of it and stroked it a little. It felt nice to have another hand around my dick for once. As she stroked, she liked the precum off and then began working on my cock with her mouth. She smiled to me as she used her tongue to lick all over my cock.

I guess she decided she wanted to try taking it in, because it was then she finally took my cock into her mouth, where I felt the heat. She went slowly at first, just taking in a few inches, and she worked on that. I hadn't gotten much head in my life, but this was easily the best I've ever had.

She started to add more and more length into her mouth. She only got to about 6 inches, so I decided to give her some extra help. I put my hand on the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth, and I was able to get all 8 inches in. I think she meant it when she said she couldn't take it in because after a few thrusts, she started to gag. I pulled out, but she just took t right back in, but only the 6 inches again.

I had felt like I was close for some time, and I told her so. Se said that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. At this, she took some length out of her mouth and started to jerk me off faster than I can to myself. This pushed me over the limit within seconds and I came into her mouth, stream after stream of cum into the back of her throat.

She swallowed the cum. Never throughout me cumming did she stopped sucking me, and got everything I had out of my cock. Put I wasn't done. I unzipped the back of her dress, and she slid out of it. Underneath, she had nothing on, which led me to believe this is what she wanted to happen all along.

"Dave," she said, "let's take this to my bed." She led me down the hall into her bedroom, and we both got onto her bed. I kissed her hard on the lips, and then In got on top of her. I broke the kiss and lined my cock up with her pussy. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded.

I took a deep breath and entered her. I went into her slowly, and discovered she was so fucking tight, I had to actually force my way into her. She must have felt that, and she moaned as I entered her with about half of my member. I thrusted into her slowly, and began to build up a pace.

Rachel's pussy was the tightest one I had ever fucked, and did a number on me. I felt like I might come early, but I started to think about other things and just fucked her. In my pumps, I put in a lot of power. She was a tiny girl, but seemed to love the pain I watched as her tits shook as I fucked her. I grabbed a hold of her left boob and squeezed it, trying to get her off faster than me.

I needed to find other ways to make her cum first. I remembered one thing an ex of mine liked: putting my fingers in her ass. I decided to do so, and I got a reaction from her. It wasn't a bad one either. She was panting as I gave her multiple pleasurings at once. She added to it by rubbing her own pussy as I fucked her in it 8 inches deep.

A few moments into this, I felt her pussy get even tighter, and she came all over my cock, bucking her hips wildly. This sent me over the edge as well, and I filled her womb with my spunk. When both of our orgasms died down, I pulled out and she sucked her juices off my cock and everything I had left in it.

"Dave, that was exactly what I needed. A good fucking." We both laughed. We got under the sheets on her bed, and she was so tired, she fell asleep.



First Date



I went on this date with a lady I met on online. Know how they say bad decisions make good stories? Well... We were scheduled to meet at 11:30 for lunch at Q39. I'd texted earlier to make sure everything was on. 11:30 and nada. 11:40 still nothin'. My first mistake, I shoulda bounced at 11:40, but I stayed. German heritage - punctuality is important. I stayed, around ten till a stunningly large and feathered hat sails through the doorway. Biggest I've ever seen. It almost caused me to miss the armadillo leashed to the accompanying woman who turned out to be my date. Upon removing the hat and tucking the armadillo into the crown while setting it upon a bench, she turns and states derisively, "Are you wearing a headset?" 

"Good moring!" I reply warmly, thinking "Gee, IDK are you 20 frickin' minutes late?" 

"Oh no! This is our time, I've informed my company not to interrupt us, and I'm turning off my phone." She said pulling her phone out with a dramatic flourish. 

At this point I realize on high heels she's maybe 5'3". That'd make like fourteen inches between us. Can you imagine, fourteen inches between you and your guy? What? No, I didn't mean it that way. Imma leave it in. Just because you think I should pull it out, doesn't mean I will. Fourteen inches is a big deal. Stop teasing me. I'll put it in and pull it out, ya know, try it both ways, just relax and enjoy this. Hey, if you were in control you could try this, in and out, all you want... Wow! Can you believe how that innuendo grew, like a... why do you take it? Stop reading if it's such an enormous deal, or keep reading and stop distracting me with such ridiculous fantasy.

Fourteen inches, my minimum is 5.5, (Jezus, stop you're taking it the wrong way). Eight inches is manageable, right? Makes everything easier? (You have a dirty mind.) In other words, she's late, and she's too short (There is that clear enough?), but she's wearing a flattering dress and has a smokin' hot body, and I'm a guy, so I put the headset (no, just no.) in my pocket and we order. No mention of the hat, armadillo, nor her tardy arrival, because I'm a guy. And we order and start to get to know each other. The date is already in territory I've never been anywhere near, and it gets weirder. She informs me she is vegan and wants to order shots of tequila, or some scotch. Q39 is a BBQ restaurant, she selected it. It tries to dress up BBQ which is irresponsible and violates the spirit of BBQ and I don't drink, so she orders a scotch. As the waiter is walking away she calls over her shoulder "Make it a double."

Awestruck is how her next actions left me. Her phone rings. Rings. She turned it off earlier, or so she pretended, and without a chance for a second ring she answers it while holding her finger up to me indicating only a minute, listens, then says, "Oh, thank you, dear." And stuffs it back into her purse retrieving a lunch size bag of spicy sweet chili Doritos and proceeds to open the bag as her drink is set in front of her. "The malic acid momentarily paralyzes Temperance." She states tossing some chips into the hat, "I ran her over in Joplin the other day and thought I'd killed her, but they just roll up when they're scared. I didn't know what it was and thought it might be a dinosaur and be of some value, but she's just and armadillo. They're common in Texas." Mouth agape I return my gaze from her hat to her only to see a gossamer assemblage whisked over her knees down her calves and over her shoes and dumped in a little pile onto the table top between us. "I hope no one else saw me," she adds with a beguiling grin as she slams her drink glancing about. 

I am no more than a spectator, mute with two thoughts chasing each other frenetically: 1. Run! Run away and don't look back; and 2. She just stripped off her panties in a restaurant during lunch and had a double shot of scotch. Maybe she weighs 110 pounds. Take off the afternoon. (I'm a guy and my flight or fff... um not so much fight, but it still begins with "f", kicked in.) And I remained, as did my food, completely untouched.

She scooted back her chair watching me watch her, allowing her knees to drift apart a centimeter, or enough that I definitely noticed, but with no reward other than dashed hope. She stood, and approached me, "You are attentive and an exceptional listener. We should do something this weekend. Call me." Stunned, I didn't even think to stand as manners dictate. She scooped out Temperance , the leash, placing her on the floor, bending at the waist mostly, stood again put on her hat, batted her eyes and sailed out the door with her thong clutched in her hand with the leash.

I called. Believe me, I called. The line had been disconnected.



First Date



We get back to your place after a nice coffee date, it was a great day. We laughed and talked like old friends and the other part of our conversations never came up. When you asked me back to your place, I was hesitant but I said yes anyways knowing that I didn't want this night to end too quickly.

You let me walk in first, like a gentleman, and I am in complete awe of the beauty just the entryway of your home offers. You laugh as I look around the room and help me with my jacket so you can hang it up on the coat rack beside yours. You give me a few more moments to soak in my surroundings before coming over to me.

"Take your clothes off," you whisper in my ear.

I turn to look at you, not completely sure if I heard you right. Your face has gone from the friendly face I had seen all night to a stern one of authority. I know better than to disobey you and yet still I am hesitant. The look you give me makes reminds me that I am the slave and it is my place to listen to you.

I slowly start taking my clothes off, I am still very shy and I want to prolong my modesty for as long as I can. "I will tear those clothes off of you if you don't hurry up." I know you would too so I quickly take off my shirt and pants, cursing myself for not wearing any panties this morning, and my bra follows shortly after. "Now bend over and pick up your mess and fold them neatly," you scold me like a child.

I quickly bend over, not even thinking about what you have in mind. I soon find out, as the smack on my ass catches me off guard. It doesn't hurt, just stings my ass and I know you could do it much harder. This is your way of reminding me of my place, and the power you have, it turns me on.

I make quick work of folding my clothes and standing back up, thanks to your encouraging spanks. You make me give you my clothes and you place them in a hidden wall safe behind a beautiful picture on the wall and lock it.

"A little more incentive for you to please me tonight." Not that I needed it, but now it keeps me from chickening out. I giggle even though I am nervous as hell now, but you smile at me and suddenly my fears disappear. I can trust you, I know this. "How about you tie your hair up, Princess." The nickname makes me smile, even though I know it's more of a condescending nickname.

I bring my hands up to pull my hair into a nice high ponytail, making sure to get every loose strand of hair. Meanwhile, you take advantage of my raised arms to play with my nipples. You pinch and pull them, twist and flick them while I get my hair set up perfectly.

"Much better," you smile as you look it over. "Wouldn't you agree." You make a show of tugging on the ponytail I made and demonstrate just how much more control it gives you.

"Yes Sir," I mumble as my cheeks blush.

"What was that, I can't hear you." I know you did, you are just trying to humiliate me even more.

"Yes Sir," I say louder and it echoes through the open entryway.

The smug smile on your face tells me you are enjoying my humiliation as you walk around my body eyeing every inch of it. "What should I do with you," you whisper in my ear as you run your fingertips over my body. "I want to enjoy everything my slavegirl has to offer." You tease me more with your fingers as you get dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy.

"My body is yours to do with as you please Sir."

You laugh at such a statement coming from me, such a shy person, but you appreciate it even more that way. "Get down on your knees."

I am overjoyed when you say this, I think finally I will be able to show you just how much I can please you. But, you are not done teasing me yet. You make me follow you around the house on my hands and knees as you lead the way to the living room. You sit down in your favourite spot and call me over to you. When I get between your legs you undo your pants and pull your cock out.

"Now show me what that dirty mouth of yours is good for. And, if you do a good job I will give you your bra back to go home in"

I am more than happy to start licking and sucking your cock and I am fully enjoying myself until you turn the television on and stop paying all attention to me. I start feeling like such a dirty slut, lower than low, not even worthy of your attention. This is the point. I keep doing my best though, sucking as much as I can, even choking myself on your cock every once in a while trying to get some sort of reaction, but you give me nothing. The only response I ever get is you reminding me that your balls need attention too.

After your program is done you hold my head down as far as you can and buck your hips up to drive your cock as deep down my throat as possible and cum in my mouth. "You better swallow that gift I just gave you." And I do, happily.

"Thank you Sir," I blush knowing I am completely submissive to you now.

"For your sake you better hope your other holes please me more than this one." You stand up and put your pants back up. "Come," you call to me as you lead the way up stairs to one of the bedroom.

This room is beautiful too. It has a huge four poster bed in the middle of the room with restraints handing from each post. The room is filled with dressers and cabinets and I can only imagine what is in them, but I hope I am about to find out. You are waiting for me by the bed and I get the hint, I quickly go lay down on my back.

I offer my wrists to you and you tie them up to the restraints on the posts and I stretch my legs out expecting you to tie my legs in a spread eagle way but you don't. You take out ankle cuffs from the bedside table and tie them around my legs. I am curious about this but I know better than to ask. You pull my legs up and tie the cuffs to the same posts my arms are tied, leaving my virgin holes on display and exposed to you.

"Look how wet you are," you say to humiliate me as you run your fingers up and down my slit. "I think this means I won't need any lube when I fuck your ass." I can feel my ass clench and I know you notice too.

You go to one of the dressers and I can't see what you get but you come back fairly quickly with a few things in your hands. I feel something being exploring my slit and I assume it is your fingers, but I get a surprise when you push the buttplug deep into my ass and give it a little tap.

"I'm too nice to you sometimes." You start using a blogger on my inner thighs, hitting my pussy and belly every so often just to keep me wondering where the next hit will be. "I'm giving your ass time to get used to being filled before I fuck you."

"Thank you Sir."

You flog me a little longer and when I start getting a red tint to my skin, you ask me if I am ready. I have been ready since we ordered our first cup of coffee. But of course nothing with you is ever easy. You make me beg you to fuck me, beg you to take my virginity and turn me into your little slut. While I'm begging, without warning you drive your cock into my tight pussy, making me scream. It hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain, and you are nice enough to move slowly, to let me get used to being filled.

It's not long before my hips are bucking as much as they can and I feel my orgasm coming. You must feel this too because you are quick to tell me not to cum or I will be punish. You keep pounding my pussy, now as fast and hard as you can, all the while asking how my ass feels as you push the plug in.

After a few more minutes you look down at me, "Which of your holes should I cum into this time."

I fall into this trap. "My pussy Sir, please."

"Your ass it is." You wink and pull out of me.

You pull the plug right out of my ass, but assure me that my ass won't be lonely long. You take your time this time with my ass and slowly push your cock into my ass, inch by inch. Finally, after some pain and pleasure, your cock is deep in my ass. You slowly start fucking me and wait until I am moaning like a common whore to start picking up the pace. I am loving this fucking almost as much as the fucking you gave my pussy.

"Do you still want to cum," you ask as you fuck my ass in full force. Of course I do. You let me cum, telling me how dirty I am, enjoying an anal fucking so much that I can orgasm off of it but I don't care, it feels so good.

Once you have cum deep in my ass, you untie me and lay beside me in bed. "You did well princess," you kiss my forehead as we cuddle and recover from our night.