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Love at First Sight

By: wild_and_unbridled



Kara and her friend Nina went over to her boyfriend Brad's work to take him some lunch. He framed houses on a crew with about six other hot and sweaty guys. When they pulled up they saw Brad coming from around the house with a work buddy of his. Kara had to take her sunglasses off so she could get a better look. All Kara could think was "OH MY GOD!" She was totally blessed when she laid her eyes on him. 

He was beautiful! He was tall, dark brown hair, and his muscles glistened with sweat as the sun beat down on him. He wasn't a beefcake, but he had a body to die for. She couldn't see his eyes because he had sunglasses on. He had no shirt on, a tool belt around his slender, manly waist, and his tattered jeans where so tight that any person looking could tell how fast his pulse was going. God surely blessed him with the whole package.

As the girls got out of Kara's Mustang, Nina grabbed the lunch she prepared for her man. Kara hadn't planned to get out of the car, but now she found herself opening the door and stepping out to follow Nina. It's as if her body had a mind all of it's own. Kara wanted to meet him. She had to meet him!

As the approached the guys, the awesome guy took his glasses off and watched them as they approached. Kara felt him watching her, so she had to put on a small show. She just couldn't help herself. 

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Wade saw Brad's girlfriend get out of blue Mustang. He elbowed Brad and nodded his head toward the driveway. Brad looked up from the paper he was looking at and saw his girlfriend Nina getting an igloo cooler out of the back of Kara's car. 

"Look like it's chow time," popped Wade, with a sheepish grin.

"Yep, my baby brought me lunch, and if I am lucky, maybe some desert," Brad replied.

Just then he noticed a beautiful brunette in denim cutoffs and a white sporty tank top coming up beside Nina. Wade had to take off his sunglasses so that he wouldn't miss anything. Her skin was a light bronze from the serious tanning she must do. Her bra-less breast bounce with each step she took. The blondish highlights in her wind tousled hair reflected the sun. Her full lips were just begging to be deeply kissed. Her skin was flawless all the way down to her bare, painted toes. She was the cause of an instant erection. 

Wade again elbowed Brad, "Dude, who is that with Nina?"

"That's Nina's best-friend Kara," he answered as he looked over toward Wade.

A slow, sly grin came to Brad's lips as he realized that Wade's curiosity was peeked. "Isn't she hot," Brad encouraged. Wade looked up with his own sheepish grin and said, "Oh, hell yeah."

Nina handed Kara the cooler and ran and jumped up and straddled Brad and gave him a deep kiss. As she pulled away from Brad's lips she said in a child-like voice "Hiya baby, you hungry?"

"Starved," Brad replied, "I can use some food too." They laughed and kissed again.

During this, Wade was checking Kara out from head to toe.

Kara looked into Wade's eyes and realized that he had the most beautiful deep brown eyes that would melt the North Pole. She felt herself get a little wet in her denim shorts.

By this time, Brad put Nina down and stood there watching the storm that was brewing up between Kara and Wade.

Nina finally broke the silence, "Wade this is my friend Kara, Kara this is Wade, Brad's boss and friend."

Wade smiled as he came out of his dream state and extended his hand out and replied, "Hi, nice to meet you."

Kara took his hand and smiled up into a sea of dark chocolate, "Hello, nice to meet you too."

It was as if there was pure electric going from him and penetrating Kara deep into her soul. So deep that she felt it between her legs. "What in the hell is happening to me?" she thought.

"Well baby," Nina started, "Kara and myself have an appointment to have our hair done."

Wade dropped Kara's hand and both of their smiles were washed away. Neither one of them wanted to end what was going on between them.

Wade piped up quickly, "Hey Nina, tonight I am having a party. Why don't you bring Kara?"

"I already asked her if she wanted to go, and she said she would feel out of place," Nina answered.

Wade looked over to Kara as he smiled that charming smile, "Come on, there's nothing to feel out of place about. I want you to come."

"Okay, I'll come," she answered with an underlining meaning.

"Great, I'll expect you their. Don't let me down now, OK," he said happily.

Then all of a sudden, Nina grabbed Kara by the waist of her shorts and pulled her away toward the car. As she walked away, she could still feel him watching her. As bad as she wanted to, she didn't look back until she got in the car. She looked up and he still stood their watching her. Even at this distance, she could still feel his eyes penetrating her soul. It was as if he could read her deepest, darkest desires.

As Kara began to back out of the driveway, Nina sat there and stared at her. As Kara was looking out of her rearview mirror, she noticed Nina and asked her "What?"

She smiled knowingly, "Don't say "WHAT?" to me, I saw what went on back there. I know there was something going on between the two of you. You two all but fucked right there in the driveway."

Kara couldn't help but to smile as she looked into her friend's eyes. She couldn't contain herself any longer. "Oh my God, why have you never told me about him? He is like the hottest guy I ever set my eyes on. It felt like his eyes could read what I was thinking, feeling, and I just don't know what came over me. I never acted like that around a guy before. I mean, I've had sex before, I've enjoyed that sex, but what went on back there was better then any sex I have ever had in all of my 22 years. I would give all the sex up that I ever had just to experience another five minutes of what ever that was," she said as she finally stopped and took a breath. "It's going to be very interesting to see what goes on tonight," Nina admitted. "I have a feeling that you will have an opportunity to experience the real THING tonight, girlie."

Kara didn't say anything, she heard Nina, but all she could do was think about it. What would she do if the opportunity did arise? Deep down she knew the answer to that question. She knew she wouldn't be strong enough to deny Wade. That got her even more excited.

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Kara was late picking up Nina. She had a problem deciding what she should wear. Nina told her he had a pool. She said that Kara should wear, or at least bring a suit just in case everyone decided to go swimming. So she decided to wear her yellow swimsuit. Then she had a pair of stone washed shorts on and a yellow muscle shirt that came to just above her belly button. 

Nina agreed not to have Brad pick her up, so that Kara wouldn't be going to the party by herself. Brad reluctantly agreed to meet Nina at the party.

When they pulled up to the house, butterflies started fluttering in Kara's stomach. She was nervous and excited. 

As Kara and Nina walked into the house, Brad came over and grabbed Nina. "Damn, I thought you guys never would get here."

"Sorry honey, Kara was late picking me up," Nina whined. 

Brad led us out to the back yard. They had the grill going, the music pumping, and the booze was bubbling. Kara looked over toward the grill and all of a sudden her heart skipped a beat. There he was, Wade, dressed in a pair of tight jeans, with a white shirt with the buttons unfastened. He was freshly showered and shaved. He had a spatula in one hand and a beer in the other, as he laughed at what was being said to him by another guy.

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A bunch of guys were over by Wade at the grill talking about the same old silly crap that they always joked about. Suddenly, as he looked up from the grill toward the back door, the joke was over for him. There she stood, looking as beautiful and hot as before. 

He has been waiting all day to see her again. The anticipation was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally, the waiting was over. What in the hell was happening to him, he thought. No other girl affected him like Kara did. Everything about her set all of his senses on fire, and at this very moment nothing has changed.

He handed the spatula to one of his friends, and without a word walked toward Kara. His smile grew as he approached her. "Hey, you made it. I didn't think you were going to come."

"Yeah, sorry we're late, but I made it," Kara said smilingly.

Brad smiled knowingly at Nina as he took her hand and led her off toward the crowd. He gave her a look that said, "We need to leave them alone."

Wade walked beside Kara over to the cooler and got her a beer. He shoved his hand into his right front pocket of his jeans and finally took his eyes off her and looked up into the sky. 

Kara was so nervous that she thought she would pass out. She wanted to get to know him, but every time she went to speak her mouth wouldn't move. She thought to herself, "Go on Kara, talk to the man. You've waited all day just to be near him, and here you are claming up like a stupid little, virginal girl. What do I say to him? What, I want to fuck your brains out right here, right now? Don't be a crazy lunatic, you can't say that."

They wandered a way from the crowd without Kara realizing it. Finally, Wade broke the uncomfortable silence. "So Kara, do you want to do it?" 

She was thrown for a second as she stammered, "What?"

He gave her a quizzical look as he replied, "What do you do? You know for a living?"

A little embarrassed of herself for having her head in the gutter, she replied, "Oh, I am a receptionist in a Veterinarian's office?"

He smiled sweetly and said, "That sounds interesting, so I guess you are an animal lover?" 

"Yes, I am. How about you?" she asked in return.

"Yeah, I like animals. I'm just not home long enough to take care of one like they need to be taken care of," he responded. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking."

"No, I don't mind, I am 22 years old, and yourself?" she reversed.

"Twenty-eight," he said. As he answered he looked back into the sky. He didn't realize she had stopped walking and accidentally bumped into her.

Reflexes caused him to throw out his hands and grab her around the waist, so not to knock her over. He pulled her toward him. His touch felt like fire to where he touched her on her bare abdomen. The sensation took both his and her breaths a way.

Wade thought to himself, "Oh dear God, she feels so good in my hands, and feel so soft as the back of her body pressed against the front of his." He prayed for control, but it was quickly fading. As he was praying for that control she turned and looked up into his luscious eyes, and that's when the last bit of control eluded him.

He brought his right hand up to her cheek, and pulled her mouth to his. It was a fierce kiss. The kind of kiss that devours the soul, the inner being. He pulled her body tighter against his. He didn't know what was happening to him. He's been with women before, but he never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted her. He knew he needed to gain control, but he couldn't figure out how.

Kara, reached around with her left hand and tangled her fingers into his thick brown hair and pulled him tighter against her mouth as her tongue flickered against his tongue. She turned in his arms so they would be facing each other. The kiss was as wild and untamed as their hunger was for each other.

He backed her up against the back wall of his small pool house. He pressed his stiffening hardness into the soft mound between her tights as he lifted her up and pulled her legs around his waist.

She moaned softly against Wades demanding mouth. That seems to have added fuel to his fire. He knew he had no control now. There was no stopping either of them. This was going to happened whether there will be regrets after, or not. 

As his left hand was on her ass, his right hand stroked up her side and under her shirt. He brushed against the harden nipple under her swimsuit top. She whimpered against his lips, as she arched her back to push her breast harder into his hand. She wanted more, and he couldn't deny her. He pulled the small piece of material aside so that he could roll her nipple between his finger and thumb. She cried out softly as she threw her head back, letting it rest against the cold brick behind her.

"Oh Wade! You feel so good. I want you! I need you!" she purred as she trailed kisses down his neck and nipping his skin with her teeth.

That drove Wade mad. His hand slid from her tortured nipple and started back down her side. He ran his hand across her stomach and down between her legs. He rubbed against her pussy through her shorts. Then he ran his hand down the inseam of her shorts and slipped his fingers under the seam, sending a trail of fire as he inched closer and closer to his destination. When his fingers made contact she instantly came.

"Oh, yes! I'm cumming! Oh God yes," she moaned.

He briefly took his other hand and lifted her shirt to give his mouth access to her taunt nipples and then replaced his hand back to her bottom for balance.

His tongue licked the hard nipple, causing her to moan and grind her wet pussy against him. His finger flicked the hard clit, causing Kara to whimper. Then he pushed his finger into the wet and inviting folds of her womanhood. Her breathing became more shallow as she began to grind her prize onto his fingers.

Wade was about to bust out of his jeans. He needed her, but there was no way he was going to be able to do anything like this. She's fully dressed, he's fully dressed, and they were standing outside. He couldn't take her outside against the building.  

He pulled his fingers from her wanting pussy and pulled her away from the wall. He went to the back door of the small building he called a pool house and opened the door. As he still carried her, she bent down and started to kiss his cheek and then she ran her tongue across the light stubble of his jaw to his ear. She sucked on his ear, sending shock waves all the way down to his hard cock. He lowered her feet to the floor as he went to a table and turned on a light. It sent a soft light across the room. Wade turned around as the soft light cascaded across the room onto Kara. She was so beautiful, even more so with the hungry look in her eyes. There was no turning back for either of them. He knew he should stop, but there was no way now.

As he walked back toward her, Kara's heart skipped several beats. She knew this had to happen. They couldn't walk a way from this, not now. No rationality stood a chance to bring them to their senses. 

He reached out and softly took Kara by the shoulders and pulled her to him. She ran her hands up his stomach and up his chest and shoulders, as she slid the shirt from his body. Then he slowly pulled her shirt over her head and lets it fall to the floor. As he kissed her shoulders, he reached down and unhooked the swimsuit top and slid it off her shoulder and it too fell to the floor. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed as Kara stood between his legs in front of him. He unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hands under the waist and slid them off her hips and down her legs. He pressed his mouth against the crotch of her swimsuit bottoms. Kara's hands were on his hands, not only to keep them against her body, but also to steady herself. Kara threw her head back and moaned softly towards heaven. She arched her back and pressed into his lips.

He smelled her wetness and he almost lost complete control of the whole situation, but not quite. He hooked both of his index fingers under the waist of her bottoms and slowly slid them down the same trail of her shorts. Kara slid her feet out of them and kicked both garments to the side. 

He pulled away and scanned his eyes up her thighs, across her neatly trimmed pussy, up over her stomach, her beautiful round breast, her slender neck, up to her face, and into her wanting eyes. Those eyes, they pleaded with him, begged him to continue. That's when he realized he had to make her beg for him. He needed to hear her beg for his body to be with hers. He needed to hear her voice to tell him what she wants him to do to her beautiful body.

"What do you want, baby?" The words poured over her like molten lava. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you."

Kara hesitated for a moment, trying to regain her thoughts. Then she softly replied, "Touch me. Taste me. I want to feel you against me. Inside of me." 

She reached up and curled her fingers into his thick hair as he brought his mouth back against the soft curls that neatly outlined her wet, hot pussy. He ran his tongue over the slit. Sparks ignited and became a ball of fire when his tongue parted her pink lips and found the small nub that was waiting for him. Again she threw her head back as her legs about went out from under her. As his tongue licked at her love spot, his right hand slid up between her thighs and began to rub against her pussy. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to stand up. One of Wade's fingers slid between her lips and pushed into her wet center. 

"Wade, my legs are getting weak, I don't know if I can stand here much longer," she cried.

Without taking his hand from her, he wrapped his left hand around her waist and pulled her against his body as he laid back against the bed. Their mouths came together hard. Both of their tongues danced in each other's mouth. 

Kara raised up and straddled him as she took both of his hands and lifted them up and over his head. She slid her hands from his and down the side of Wades face. She softly slid them down his neck, his chest, as she trailed fiery, hot kisses along those same spots. She worked both her hands and mouth down his stomach. She stopped and dipped her tongue into his navel, as she started to unfasten his jeans. Kara felt his hardness through his jeans and knew he needed to come out of his pants and soon. 

Kara got off his lap and pulled his pants down over his hips, over his feet, and threw them into the pile with her discarded clothes. She got on her knees between his legs and ran her hands up his thighs. Kara then proceeded to run her hands around Wade's hard cock, but not touch it. Wade moaned softly, as he moved his head from side to side from the torture that Kara was causing. Then one single word escaped from his lips, "Please!" he begged.

Kara circled her right hand around Wade's hardness, and Wade gasped deeply at her touch. She began to run her hand up and down the long, hard shaft. "Yes baby! Oh, yes," Wade moaned.

Kara flicked her tongue at the head while watching Wade's reactions. She loved to watch him, to taste him, and to feel him, as his pleasures take him higher and higher. Then she placed the head of his cock between her lips and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, all the way to his balls. Wade growled loudly, as he felt her take all of him into her mouth. Kara slid her mouth up and down his long hard shaft, as she ran her hand along the same trail that her mouth followed. 

He grabbed Kara's hands and pulled her on top of him. "I can't take much of that, not right now anyway. I have to be in you, I want to feel your wet, hot pussy wrapped around me. Oh baby, I got to have you," he said as he pulled Kara's mouth to his in a savage kiss.

Kara parted her legs and straddled Wade again. She rubbed her pussy against his cock. This just fueled the fire. Kara reached down and took a hold of Wade and guided him into her. As he entered her, both Kara and Wade gasped deeply as he slid all the way into her. Wade is bigger than anybody that Kara has ever been with, and she paused briefly to adjust to his size. Wade realized what she was doing, and restrained himself from grabbing her and thrusting it hard.


Love at First Sight



When Kara looked down into his eyes, she realized he was watching her. An evil smile came across Kara's lips. She started moving up and down his shaft. Wade and Kara got into the rhythm of each other. Wade reached up and took a hold of both of her breasts as she continued to ride him, tweaking both nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He quickly grabbed her around her hips and started to thrust deep and hard into her wetness. Kara hungrily met each thrust. 

He quickly sat up, and savagely took her mouth in his, not loosing the stroke of their rhythm. Wade took his mouth away from hers, and took first one hard nipple into his mouth and then the next. He couldn't seem to get deep enough in her for his liking. He rolled her onto her back as she spread her legs for him to get deeper and deeper inside of her. Wade continued to drive hard and deep into Kara. Both of them were sweating, and lost in the moment. They never took their eyes off each other. If they weren't kissing different parts of each other's bodies, they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh Wade. Yes, oh yes! I am about to cum, yes, oh damn," Kara moaned loudly.

"Yeah baby. Oh yes, cum for me Kara, cum hard for me, my little Vixen. You've drove me crazy all day, now cum for me," Wade demanded. "I am about to cum too," he added.

Then at the same time, they exploded for each other. Wade drove it deep and held it, as Kara began to grind against him. Then they had fireworks from out of this world. Wade pumped and throbbed inside of her as they both came together. It seemed to last forever. Finally, Wade relaxed and gently lowered himself onto her, so not to put all of his weight on Kara. They laid their quite for a few moments, while they caught their breath, and gain some composure. 

Kara reached over and kissed him on his forehead, and Wade looked up into her bright green eyes and smiled. "That was incredible," Kara started first.

"That was beyond incredible," Wade replied back.

"So what now?" Kara said unsteadily.

Wade lifted himself up onto his elbow, resting his cheek in his hand. "What do you mean 'what know'?"

"Well we just met today. We've only known each other for a few hours, and we already fucked like banshees, so now what?" she answered.

"What do you want to happen?" Wade asked.

"Quit answering my questions, with questions," she demanded.

He smiled down at her. "I don't want this to be all. I want to have more times like these with you. I know we should've waited and got to know each other. We should have went slower, but this was inevitable. But I don't want this to be all. Maybe, we can go slower now that we got this out of the way, and really get to know each other....if you want?"

Kara smiled, "I don't want that?"

This time Wade was taken back a little, "OK, why not?"

She giggled and replied, "I want more also, but I don't want to go slower. I want this too. Besides, you and I know, that we can't stop this from happening again anymore then we could this time."

Wade laughed and said, "OK, we'll get to know each other in the process of making love like there is no tomorrow."

He bent down and kissed her softly, but it didn't take long for the fireworks to be ignited once again. 



Love at First Sight



This was it, the last one of the day. All of the previous five houses that I had looked at today were completely not what I was looking for so I wasn't holding out much hope that this one would be any different. "Wait until I catch up with that estate agent." I thought. I glanced up at the numbers on the doors as I walked past.56, 58...aha...number 60. I opened the gate and walked through, closing it behind me. The front garden was obviously well kept with some pots and hanging baskets. A wind chime floated in the light breeze, causing its metallic tune to softly ring out. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

The door opened slightly on its chain and a woman's face peeked through. "Hi I'm Mr James to view the house."

The door closed and I heard the chain being released allowing the door to be opened fully. 

"Hi, please come in." came the voice behind the door. 

I walked in to the hallway and heard the door being closed behind me. I turned to see an attractive looking lady, probably late thirties -early forties, elegantly dressed in a black top, mid length black skirt, small heels and sporting a tired look as if she had done this a thousand times recently and was expecting the same outcome.

"Please, follow me." she said.

I followed looking at hall as we made our way into the living room. It was a nice size, fireplace, bay window, sofas etc. I followed as she walked on.

"This is the kitchen."

I laughed absent-mindedly.

"Oops sorry." she said. "It does kind of stand out that it is a kitchen." And for the first time she smiled. Looking back on it now that's when I knew, but at the time it was more of a breaking the ice moment. 

A short tour of the rest of the house followed, me making nodding gestures and pleasant utterances about the size of the rooms, the decorations and then all of a sudden we were back in the hallway in what seemed less than five minutes.

I looked at her and was about to say thank you and make my exit when she asked, "You look shattered Mr James. Would you like a drink before you go? Tea, coffee?"

"Thank you." I replied. "Tea would be great and please call me Neil. Mr James makes me sound like a teacher."

She smiled again, but this time it was a different smile, more welcoming as if I was now more than some bloke looking for a house.

We went to the kitchen and she began to make the tea. "You are not going to buy the house, are you?"

It was more a resigned statement of fact rather than a question.

"Ms?"

"Oh, please call me Ellie"

"Ellie, it's a lovely house, it really is but i think you and I ought to change our estate agent. This is the sixth house today he has sent to visit that is really not what I am after so I can only presume that he has been sending round other inappropriate buyers?"

I already new the answer i was about to get.

"Yep, you're about the twentieth in the past two weeks."

She walked over and sat opposite me at the breakfast bar, placing my drink in front of me together with a sugar bowl.

"So I am going to propose a toast...to new estate agents!!"

We clanked mugs.

"To new estate agents." I repeated.

We both laughed and it was like the burden of the whole world had removed itself from her shoulders. More relaxed now I could take in her features. The cute smile, the well-defined cheekbones, the lovely long blond hair, the shiny now sparkling eyes but also the sense of sadness behind them.

"So what is it you do Neil? I will assume you not a teacher."

"No." I laughed, "I am just your run of the mill salesman but it is a proper product, none of this double-glazing-insurance rubbish that gives us all a bad name. I sell sports equipment right the way up from sports socks to weight machines."

Ellie nodded as if in approval that I was not some fly-by-night.

"Well Mr Sports Salesman, can I be so bold as to ask if you have eaten yet? I was going to make some dinner anyway so you wouldn't be intruding and I'd be welcome of some company."

She blushed as if realising that she may have come across as being a little forward, but the blush was short lived as i answered the question with a friendly smile.

"I'd be delighted to accept your invitation, Ms House-Seller."

She laughed and got down from her stool and made her way over to counter. The way she glided over the kitchen floor had me transfixed as she moved about the room, her heels tapping over the laminate surface. She sure was the most attractive woman I had seen in a long time.

"Would you like anything in particular Neil?" she asked glancing up at me. "Food I mean." she clarified as she smiled cheekily at me.

I chuckled. "And how did you know that I would take that question to mean anything else?"

I put on my best innocent look.

She laughed loudly and I smiled back.

"I will have whatever you are having Ellie."

I winked at her and she smiled.

"Ok, go through to the living room and make yourself comfortable. I'll rustle up something."

"I'd much rather watch you." I said cheekily.

"Scat, go on, you silver tongue charmer of a salesman...you have been banished...go" She pointed the way.

"If i must." I sighed as if mortally wounded. As I walked off I laughed loudly "Missing you already."

I heard Ellie giggle as i made my way out of the kitchen.

Once in the living room i looked around. On a table by the sofa sat some pictures mainly of Ellie but some with another girl. Over the hall hung a picture of this same girl in her graduation gown and diploma. I hadn't heard Ellie enter the room. 

"Oh that's my daughter, well step-daughter actually. And yes before you ask her father is no longer around. And yes before you ask, it was his secretary."

I smiled "Sorry, i wasn't prying and i have noted your mind reading skills. I was actually wondering how someone so young as you could have a daughter?" I stood there innocently.

"Cheeky bastard" she mumbled and then laughing retreated to the kitchen. I laughed and sat down. In no longer than a couple of minutes Ellie returned with two plates of chicken salad and sat down next to me on the sofa.

"Oops the wine" she said as she got up

"Oh, none for me please. I have to drive home and you know what the police are like."

She looked at me smiling and questioning.

"Ok, Okill have white please. Gee I crack so easily."

Ellie returned with two glasses and the bottle. I smiled at her.

"Tabitha"

I looked up "Funny name for a wine"

"Oh ha-ha. That's the name of my step daughter."

"She looks like a credit to her step-mother."

Ellie blushed. "Smooth git! You can tell you are a salesman. Anyway, you know enough about me, my marital status and some of my past. Your turn Neil?"

I paused "I'd have thought you'd have known, what with your mind reading powers being so good."

I cowered as she playfully slapped me on the arm, both of us laughing. "Ok, I am 29. Have been married once to, well how can I put it, ah yes..the bitch from hell. Left me three years ago for one of her students to go travelling around world. Best thing she ever did for me. I've lived alone since, had one serious-ish relationship that lasted four months or so until she got bored of reading magazines and doing her nails and wandered off into the sunset."

"So you are off women then?" Ellie said

"Oh no far from it. It's just the two serious relationships I've had previously haven't been the right ones. Don't get me wrong, i haven't lived like a monk but I'm not the kind of bloke to hang around night clubs picking up airheads with short skirts that think the ONLY way to a man's heart is to swallow when necessary."

I stopped unsure as if i had gone too far with my descriptiveness.

Ellie looked at me and nodded "Yes, but that is the first way."

She winked at me and smiled that wonderful smile and I was transfixed. We spent the rest of the meal chatting about our lives, our past loves and also laughing a lot. Before long we were sitting closer on the sofa, Ellie had curled her legs under her and I was leaning back into the sofa utterly charmed by this gorgeous woman.

I glanced over at a clock on the mantelpiece and realised that I'd been here for over three hours.

She must have seen me and said "You're going to tell me now that you have to go and that I should call you cab coos you have drunk to much?"

"You don't write that psychic column for the local newspaper do you?"

"Right you Bastard" she shouted and took a pillow from under her and lamped me playfully around the ear with it.

"Ouch, ouch." i feigned as if mortally injured.

"Oh shut up, you big softie. Here, let me patch up this mortal wound for you."

With that she leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek. I turned my head and looked straight into this woman's eyes and the sad, tiresome look that I had seen earlier had gone. What I saw was a happy, sensual, sexy woman and I decided in that moment that I had to kiss her.

I leant towards her and gently placed a lingering kiss on her lips which I felt part. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, hers met mine and we kissed. Not a kiss just for the sake of it, but a deep, meaningful kiss and we kissed and kissed and kissed our arms wrapped around each other, our tongues exploring, dancing.

After what seemed like too short a time we broke the kiss and Ellie smiled "I'll cancel the cab then."

With that she took me by the hand, turned off the light and took me upstairs. 

Immediately as we got into her bedroom we kissed, deep and passionate as before but this time more wanting, needing. My hands roamed over her back, to her ass and then to the hem of her skirt. My hands lifted it slightly, and then running them over her nylon covered thighs. She moaned into my kiss as if to say, "Don't stop."

Over her stocking tops my hands wandered higher until i felt the silk and warmth of her panties. My fingers probed, feeling them drenched. I felt her hands tugging at my shirt, releasing it from the confines of my trousers. Her hands deftly opened my trousers and unzipped the fly, allowing her to delve into my boxers and find her prize. 

All the while we kissed and my fingers probed, moving her panties to one side I slid a finger inside her wetness and her grip on my hardness tightened.

She broke the kiss and whispered "Later lover I will swallow, but I have got to have this in me NOW."

This was all it took. We shuffled quickly over to the bed and literally fell onto it kissing our hands roaming. I pushed her skirt up over her hips, revealing those black stockings that accentuated her legs. She pulled my trousers down to my knees and followed that with my boxers. There was no time for anything else. I wanted Ellie so bad. I moved over her and she moved her panties to one side with one hand and guided me into to her liquid velvet with the other. If anyone had walked in they would have thought I was raping this woman as we were virtually fully clothed but we were both overcome by a mutual desire to please the other that i was beyond caring what it looked like.

All i knew was i wanted to please Ellie, to love her, to take her to places she had never been. Her legs wrapped themselves around me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her. We kissed, our hands all over the others body, the only sounds were our combined moans. My hard cock was now being pulled deeper into her slick, smooth pussy as our movements became quicker and quicker. I felt her breath quicken and I knew she was close. I began kissing her neck whispering in a low voice how wonderful she was, how sexy she was.

"Please don't stop Neil, please." Ellie moaned.

I had no intention of stopping.

"I need all of you Neil, take me..shit...yes Neil...yes..yes...."

Then she screamed as she came, a scream of ecstasy, a scream of passion. I pushed harder and faster, riding her through her orgasm and knowing that mine was soon to follow.

As if she read my mind again she said "Cum in me Neil, i need to feel you explode in me.please Neil."

I felt her pussy muscles squeezing my cock on every deep thrust that I made and her legs pulling me in, her stocking tops grazing over my hips driving me crazy to the point where I could not hold back any longer. I pushed deep and hard and then felt my cum surge up and out of me, deep into her warm welcome pussy. I felt spurt after spurt flow into her and she milked every last drop. 

We must have lain like that for a few minutes, our breathing returning to normal just wrapped around each other. Our arms holding us together, her legs holding me within her even though I was now only semi hard. Not a word was spoken but then none were needed. I felt her legs loosen and we began to disentangle overselves. We looked at each other beaming and then kissed again. 

Ellie broke the kiss and laughed.

"Whatcha laughing at?" I asked.

"Look at the pair of us. I have just had the best orgasm of my ENTIRE life, the best sex I have EVER had and not once did we think to get undressed. I mean, you haven't even seen my tits yet!!"

We collapsed in fits of laughter, her skirt still over her waist, and my trousers roughly around my knees.

"Well it's your fault," i said. "Wearing stockings like that. I couldn't concentrate on getting any of your other clothes off."

"See, told you there were other ways to a mans' heart. And if it's that what drives you wild and makes you fuck like that, I'm gonna wear em' all the time when you are around."

"Like I'm gonna stop you." I retorted smiling.

She leaned over, kissed me and then whispered. "Lets get out of these clothes then and into bed and yes before you ask I will keep them on and don't even think about making a sarky comment on mind reading."

With that she winked at me and began undressing.

"I'm gonna start with my top and bra."

Off they came in record time and she stood there hand on hips, topless, her skirt hitched up and her stocking tops clearly visible. She looked so sassy and so extremely sexy.

"Bloody hell." were the only words I could say

Ellie laughed "Well come on then, last one with clothes on is a ninny!!"

I lost on purpose cos I had to see this beauty undress. I undressed eventually and we both slid under the sheets together. My arm went around her shoulder and she snuggled into the crook my arm and body. I looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back, sighed contentedly and nestled back into me.

"Neil?" she asked

"Yep."

"I'm going to say something that I may regret and the only saving grace is that if you get up and leave, you will be leaving me with the memory of the best four hours of my life. So are you ready for this?"

"I'm all ears but before you begin let me say yes I do believe in love at first sight, yes I do believe in fate and yes I do love you too"

The only word i heard before she kissed me was "Bastard".

The kiss lasted for ages and ages and i could feel myself getting harder by the second. I leant over and kissed her shoulders and then lower. My hands roaming over her tits, rolling each nipple between my fingers. I kissed each one in turn, suckling, nibbling and then moved back up and kissed Ellie again.

I felt her hand move to my cock as we kissed, stroking it back to hardness.

"There's something I've been meaning to do." Ellie said, breaking the kiss.

There was a twinkle in her eye as she winked at me and then her head moved under the covers. I felt her tongue trail over my chest, stomach and then onto my cock, her lips kissing it and then slowly sliding down it and then back up. She moved her position so she was kneeling to the side of me and then i heard a muffled "Touch them, i know you want to."

With that she engulfed my cock, her mouth and tongue performing sexual magic on it as my hands roamed over her nylon covered legs. I was being driven crazy and I was enjoying every minute of it. My hands seem to encourage Ellie to suck harder and faster and I knew she was turned on as much as i was. She was moving faster now and I could feel myself growing in her mouth. She sensed this too and brought her other hand up to massage my balls as if to coax the cum from them into her mouth. I bucked my hips instinctively as she worked her magic.

"Ellie, I'm gonna cum...oh yes Ellie..i'm cumming...cumming now."

And with that she clamped her mouth over my spasming cock as I erupted inside her mouth. I could feel her throat swallowing everything I gave her as spurt after spurt came from my cock. When she was sure I was finished she licked my entire cock from top to bottom and then kissed in gently on the head before resuming her position nestled into me.

She kissed my softly on the cheek and giggled "You look like a cheshire cat"

"And you look like you have had the cream, my love"

"Neil?"

"Yep."

She looked up at me, seeking assurance, which i was only too glad to give.

"Ellie, I'm not going anywhere and I will be here with you as long as you want me to be here. On one condition though?"

Ellie looked puzzled for a second and then smiled.

"Ok, I'll always where them and I'll always swallow." 

She kissed me and then muttered "Bastard." as she draped her arm over my body and nestled into me all content and happy. 



Love At First Sight



Thanks to Angel_Love for editing this for me!

Ok, but this was getting stupid. It was getting late...and dark. Anna didn't have a clue where she was, but she couldn't stop now. She'd come so far. She remembered the first time she'd seen Sasha (she knew her name from her badge) working in the coffee house. Anna had been going to the same place for over a year and had never seen her before, so she'd been totally unprepared for what she'd seen last week when she'd gone in as normal for her lunch break. She'd taken a seat as usual on the big leather couch in the corner...

"What can I get for you?"

Anna had looked up and straight into the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. They were slightly almond shaped and almost feline, with thick, dark lashes. Panning out, Anna was faced with shiny, shoulder length hair matching the lashes in its blackness. It hung in a luscious fall to the girl's collar. That's when Anna saw the name tag... 'Sasha.'

"Umm, are you ok?"

Anna was snapped back to reality.

"Oh...sorry. I'll have a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin please." And anything else that's on offer, Anna thought.

"Sure no problem." Sasha turned and walked quickly across the floor toward the counter. She flicked her hair away from her neck and Anna could see the slightly olive skin underneath. She could imagine feeling the hot pulse of that throat under her lips...

Bringing herself back to reality, she saw Sasha walk around behind the counter. She had a generous arse that wobbled suggestively as she moved, but it had moved out of sight now. Anna consciously felt her face fall. 

'Come on Anna, snap out of it...no one really believes in any of that love at first sight crap,' she thought to herself. 

But there was no point in denying it, there was something about that girl that was intoxicating. Just at that moment, Sasha reappeared, coffee and muffin in hand. She approached Anna, never taking her eyes away from her's not even for a moment. She bent down and placed the cappuccino and muffin on the low table in front of the couch, presenting Anna with an amazing view of her cleavage.

"There you go, one cappu and one blueberry muffin."

"Thanks very much."

And so began the ritual. Everyday since, Anna had gone to the coffee house at lunchtime and made sure she was served by Sasha. By the end of the week, they were exchanging pleasantries. Anna discovered that Sasha had recently moved to the area, and was living in a rented flat just ten minutes from her workplace.

"You'll have to take me out sometime, I need someone to show me around this town!" said Sasha one lunchtime.

"I'm sure I could manage that, how about Saturday? I haven't got anything planned..." said Anna.

"Sounds good, but I'm working 'til seven, so how about you meet me here? We can shoot back to my place and I'll get changed and we'll be off."

"Ok cool. Saturday at seven it is."

So how had Anna ended up where she was now? It basically came down to the fact that she couldn't wait until Saturday to see Sasha again, so she had gone back to the coffee house after work and waited for Sasha to come out. 

Now she had followed her to her flat and was standing across the road in a bush, feeling like a letch. 'God if she found out what I was doing she'd never want to see me again' thought Anna.

At that moment, a face appeared at Sasha's window. Anna stepped back into the shadows, but kept her eyes fixed on the window, almost falling over in the process. From this distance she could make out the outline of whoever it was, but nothing else. Just then, the figure was joined by another and they slipped their arms around each other...

'Shit' thought Anna, as her fantasy disappeared down the drain. It looked as if Sasha already had someone to squeeze. And by the looks of it, it was a guy.

The two figures were crushed together now, so close that they looked like one person. They kissed long and slowly, and then moved away from the window. It seemed to Anna that this was like a road accident...disturbing, but you can't help but watch. She stayed rooted to the spot as the shadows disappeared and the lights were turned out. She started walking slowly home.

So what was she going to do now? Could she really take Sasha out on Saturday, knowing that she was never going to belong to her? Could she be so close to her but never touch her? It didn't appear as though she had a choice, because the following day at the coffee house, Sasha made a bee-line for her when she arrived.

"Are we still on for Saturday? I can't wait to actually see some of this place; I get so bored at home."

Anna couldn't imagine how she could be bored after what she'd seen the previous night...

"Of course we're still on, no problem at all..." Inside, Anna felt crushed.

Saturday arrived, and at 5pm Anna found herself in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her face and attempting to style her hair...and wondering what the point was.

'She's not interested...so why bother with it at all?' But she still styled and fussed and put on make up, taking time to make sure it was perfect.

At 7pm, she was outside the coffee house. It was snowing, so she'd put on a long black coat. Considering it now, she thought it was a good idea with the outfit she'd picked to wear underneath...the tightest jeans she owned, and a cropped top that stopped just below her breasts...as she breathed she could feel it riding up and revealing her bra underneath.

'Best keep the coat on,' she thought to herself, feeling more stupid by the second. She knew dressing to impress was pointless but she'd done it anyway. Idiot.

She heard the 'ring ting' of the bell above the door of the coffee house, and saw Sasha step out. She was NOT dressed for this weather. It seemed she'd not bought a jacket with her and was freezing in just her blouse and skirt. Anna walked over to her...

"You look really cold; take my coat..." and before Sasha could respond Anna had taken it off and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thanks, but now you're going to freeze to death!"

"I'll be fine," said Anna, but already she could feel her nipples going hard (and not just from the cold.)

They walked on for another five minutes, talking about what Anna's plans were for the both of them that evening, when Sasha stopped in her tracks.

"This is silly Anna, you're freezing...come here." 

Sasha took Anna's hands in her own, pulled her closer and put them in the pockets of the coat.They were so close now that Anna could feel Sasha's breath on her face...she could lean forward and kiss her right now...But she held back. 'There's a man in her life remember?!'

Anna didn't have time to think anything else, because Sasha already had her lips pressed against her's. They stayed like that for a split second, with Anna wrestling in her mind if this was REALLY a good idea.Then she felt Sasha's tongue sliding across her lips, and she opened them just enough for it to slip into her mouth. It moved between her teeth and as it touched the end of her own tongue, a jolt of electricity jumped up her spine. She pulled away...

"What about your boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend?"

"I saw...well, it doesn't matter what I saw. The point is, I thought you were kinda taken..."

"No way! I mean, I haven't had a guy anywhere near me since I was sixteen. First and last time that happened! Not really my thing, if you know what I mean...?"

"Oh, ok."

"Come on, it's cold."Sasha took Anna's hand and led her down the street toward her flat.

As soon as they reached Sasha's front door, she pushed Anna against it and pressed herself close against Anna's body.

"I can't wait another minute for you to kiss me, so I'm going to try, again, to kiss you...is that ok?!"

"Umm, I guess so. I mean, sure."

Anna was lost in the sensation of having Sasha's body up against her own, her warmth and the musk of her perfume transferring between them. She felt Sasha's long eyelashes brushing her cheek as she kissed around her neck and around her ears. Sasha had removed her door keys from her pocket and was struggling to try and open the door without stopping the kisses.

Suddenly the door gave way, and they both stumbled into the narrow hallway. Anna fell back onto the stairs and Sasha fell over her, bracing herself on her elbows. Immediately, their lips were on each other again, exploring each other's mouths and skin, tasting and touching.

Their hands searched for gaps in each other's clothes, scrabbling to remove them. The buttons from Sasha's blouse flew from it as Anna tore it open, desperate to see what was underneath. She was greeted with the sight of a white lacy bra with Sasha's breasts spilling over the top of it. Anna grabbed both sides and pulled down hard. The front of the bra ripped in the middle, and Sasha's breasts fell loose. 

Now her nipples were only inches away from Anna's mouth. She lifted her head and took one between her teeth, rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger and pinching it lightly. She sucked the nipple further into her mouth and began licking vigorously, feeling the hardness of it against her tongue.

Sasha was panting, one hand wrapped in Anna's hair, the other holding her up on the stairs. She had shifted her groin so that it was resting on Anna's knee, and was rocking back and forth. The friction was intense. Anna sat upright, and bent her leg so that Sash was sitting on her knee, at the same moving from one nipple to the other. 

Sasha's skirt had moved up around her waist, and Anna moved her right hand between Sasha's legs and began circling her clit through her knickers.Sasha was moaning now, and grinding onto Anna's hand, so Anna moved her knickers to one side and tucked 2 fingers inside her. She was soaking wet. 

As she felt Sasha's warmth envelop her fingers, she groaned.She'd been dreaming about this for so long...every minute of everyday since she'd met Sasha, and now it was actually happening! She moved her thumb to rest on Sasha's clitoris and started to rub it slowly. Sasha's grinding increased in pace; she was now rocking furiously on Anna's fingers. 

She suddenly threw her head back and Anna bit down on her nipple, and thrust her fingers further inside at the same time.Sasha let out an animal-like growl from the back of her throat and pulled Anna's mouth further onto her nipple. She bucked onto Anna's hand, whimpering and moaning softly. Her movements slowed and she pulled Anna's face away from her chest and kissed her hard on the lips. 

Anna slipped her fingers out of Sasha, and bought them up to her mouth.She ran them across her lips, and then kissed Sasha again. Sharing her own taste with her.

Anna sighed:, "So who was the guy?"

"What guy?"

"I don't want to sound like a stalker, but I saw a guy...I was outside; I saw a man in your window..."

"You don't mean...?Oh my god! You didn't really see ME...it was my flatmate and her boyfriend! He stayed here this week!"

"Oh Sash'," said Anna, "I feel so bloody stupid.. I was freaking out about wanting to be with you and not thinking I could because I thought you had a man. I'm soooo sorry for jumping to conclusions..." ' "Hey," said Sasha, "I have only one thing to say...they're both away for the weekend..."

She pulled Anna to her feet and led her up the stairs... 



Love at First Sight



Just another wonderful freakin' day, Sara thought as she hung up the phone. Apparently everyone in the world had to have a haircut today. She sighed as her bleary eyes registered the time on the clock....3:30 already. She was supposed to leave at five today, but it didn't seem like she'd be done by then. Well, it was more money in her pocket, she supposed. She needed every bit of it since moving into her own place recently. 

At 19, she couldn't stand the thought of living with her mother any longer. Unfortunately, the cost of living wasn't going down. Since she had finished cosmetology school six months ago, she'd been working her tail off to afford her 2 bedroom apartment in the city. All she had was a couch, a bed and a dining table with 2 chairs, but freedom was priceless and beautiful. Working helped to ease the lonely nights as well.

She regarded her reflection as she snipped through her last client's hair. She wasn't a small girl, but she loved her curves; her full hips and breasts gave her character and personality. She had let her hair grown down to her back, it hung in long, dark layers. A former boyfriend had wanted her to dye it platinum blonde, but she had refused. Ah, that former boyfriend. It was funny she should think of him now. 

She had stumbled across Shane online when she was only 13 years old. What started as a chance meeting in a chat room soon turned into a deep friendship. She'd spend hours online talking to him, then, later, hours on the phone in her bedroom as well. He was disturbed, somewhat psychotic, but honest and deep. He had pursued her with abandon, not letting her get away. He had said the first " I love you'. But he had said many things. 

That first "I love you" turned into hundreds, and they had fiery, fierce arguments as well as passionate moments. She could still hear his moans in her ear as they had their own version of sex, as he told her how much he loved and needed her. Never had she been so swept away. 

Pretty damn good for a guy when all she knew about him was his voice and what he had told her. But as she got older, she had grown tired of the long distance affair. She had begged him to come down and meet her, or to let her come meet him. But he seemed to be so reluctant to do that. She didn't know why. There was something mysterious about him that he had never told her, that she had always wanted to know but could never quite figure it out. He had only sent her one picture of him the whole time she had known him, and had almost passed out when she saw it. 

Shane looked every bit as good as his sexy, husky voice sounded. Long, dark hair that brushed his equally dark, deep, piercing eyes. Sara had printed a copy of his picture and kept it beside her bed for years. She'd often look at the picture and imagine him laying there beside her, imagine him touching her. 

Years of waiting finally wore her down. She grew tired of begging him to meet her. She wondered if this person was real or if she had been made a fool of. She could still remember the dark night about a year ago when she finally ended the relationship. At first, he was angry, but then his voice had went flat and emotionless. Sara had begged Shane to fight for her, to fight for her relationship, to make plans to be together, anything. He simply told her, "Whatever you want."

She hated him for making her fall in love with him. Oh, she hated him. Yet she missed him still. Sometimes, in her dreams, she imagined the two of them together. Lonely nights, she'd lay in bed and could still hear his voice whispering in his ear. She remembered a conversation they had not long after they had "made love". Well, they had phone sex, but to them, it had been so much more than that. 

"I promise that I'll always love you. I'll never forget about you. No matter how many miles are between us, I swear to you that I'll always be thinking of you. We're going to be together. I'm going to marry you, and we'll live forever in a world of surreal bliss." He had whispered the words softly in her ear as she lay in bed with her eyes closed, her breathing going down from the moment of passion. The words had brought tears to her eyes, and she felt she could imagine the two of them together, always and forever.

Yeah, right, she thought bitterly, as her mind came back to the present moment. She glanced in the mirror and was surprised to see a tear in her eye. 

"All done, Mrs. Richards," she told the elderly lady in her chair. Mrs. Richards looked up at her quizzically, and Sara leaned forward and repeated the statement, just a little louder. Mrs. Richards nodded, and took her time, gathering her purse to leave the shop. Finally, Sara thought, I can finally get out of here. She was pleased to see it was only five thirty. Not bad for a Sunday. Sara grabbed a broom and began to sweep. A couple minutes later, she heard the bell on the door ring as Mrs. Richards left. 

Sara had just finished cleaning up the back of the shop when she heard the bell ring again. Crap, forgot to lock it, she thought.

"We're closed!" she called out as she hurried to the front of the store. 

She was surprised to see a young man standing in the lobby. His messy, dark hair was evidence that he wasn't the type of client this salon usually serviced. 

"We're closed," she repeated, stepping towards him cautiously. "Can I help you?"

"Sara Evans?," he asked softly, in a low, deep voice.

Sara felt chills on her arms and took a step back. She didn't know this man and didn't know how in hell he would know her last name. For a moment she was afraid she was being robbed. Instinctively, she looked towards the phone, and looked around for a weapon. Unless she could beat him off with a magazine or wicker chair, she wasn't in luck. 

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"Do you?" he asked, his voice still low. "Do you know who I am?"

Her breath caught in her throat, but she shook her head.

"I didn't think you would." A wry smile came across his features as he looked at her, almost wistfully. "I'd know you anywhere. Your pictures don't quite do you justice, but I recognize your eyes. Those blue eyes. You're better up close. It's all better." He paused. "Maybe I should go."

Sara took a deep, shuddering breath and suddenly felt her knees weaken. Her hand shot out to grab the desk she was standing next to. She suddenly recognized the person in front of her. It took her a minute, yes. 

After all, she only had one picture of him.

"Hello, Shane." 

She could barely get the words out. 

They stood in silence for a moment. She couldn't believe it. Why was he here? What was going on? She blurted out the questions awkwardly as he regarded her with a chuckle.

"The truth is, I came to see you." he said, then looked down at the floor.

Sara moved to the nearest chair and sat down as her heart skipped a beat. "But why now? How did you find me? I kept asking to meet you and you never would. What happened?"

"It's a long story," he sighed and moved to sit down with her. 

He explained to her that he had been diagnosed with leukemia at age 13, right when they had met. The outlook had been grim. So grim, that he was afraid to meet Sara. Afraid to make plans to be with her, that he wouldn't live to make her happy. He hadn't sent pictures of himself because of the chemotherapy. It wasn't until a bone marrow transplant about 6 months ago that had had allowed himself the hope of living, of having a future. 

"And that's why I couldn't possibly have come down here. I just got the okay to travel. All I could think about was being with you. When you broke up with me, I was so angry. But I understood that you wanted to move on with your life. That's why I didn't try to stop you. I wanted you to be happy. Even if it was without me."

"Why didn't you tell me? And how did you find me?' Sara asked, tears in her eyes. 

"I went to the old address you gave me and talked to your mom. My flight landed about 3 pm today and I had just enough time to drive down here. I didn't know what I was going to say, or even if you'd listen to me, but I had to do something. 

Sara smiled. "You stalker."

He chuckled. Then his voice took a serious tone. "Can you ever forgive me for not being honest? I understand if you've moved on, if you have a boyfriend, but I couldn't live with the regret of never knowing."

Sara sighed and looked at him. His brown eyes were so beautiful. And his sexy voice was even better in person. All her old feelings came rushing back and she wanted nothing more than to touch him. But the bitterness of her pain came back to her, then, too, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes as it stabbed at her heart. 

"I don't know, Shane. You know how much I loved you. I only wanted to be with you, and you not being honest with me hurts. I could have helped you through this. Why didn't you tell me what was going on? I could have been there for you."

Shane reached over and took her hand. "But you have been there for me. You gave me reason to live. You were the only one who still treated me like a person. Everyone else treated me like a walking pincushion. They were too fucking scared to admit I was dying. But when I talked to you, I felt alive again. That's part of why I didn't tell you. Baby, you made my life worth living."

Sara leaned over and put her arms around him. She felt his strong arms go around her, his broad chest against her body. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was after ten o' clock.

"I'm overwhelmed. Right now, I can't even process my thoughts. Why don't you come home with me, and we'll get some rest ."

They stopped for dinner on the way back to their house. Somehow, the tension had lifted. Shane and Sarah began to converse like the old friends they used to be. Sara was still having trouble believing it was the same person. She couldn't believe how well she knew him; the familiar, quiet way he talked, the sound of his soft laughter as the joked around. And the things she hadn't been able to see on the phone- how much he talked with his hands, how his eyes lit up when he smiled. As usual, she dominated the conversation with her warm, bubbly personality and he kept his quiet demeanor. He was a man of few words, she mused; he didn't need them. Simply his presence was charismatic. It was like being in the presence of a familiar stranger. 

They both entered her apartment later that night, Shane carrying

the only suitcase he had brought with him. He traveled light. They each took turns showering, then got into comfy clothes and snuggled on the couch together and watched TV. They ended up with a bottle of vodka and a few beers.

They were laughing over an episode of South park when Shane leaned over and kissed Sara softly. She kissed him back, gently and softly. When he pulled away, he was looking deep into her eyes. 

"I missed you,' he said softly. 

Sara couldn't take it anymore. All the old feelings came rushing back, and she grabbed him and kissed him, deeply, passionately, almost violently. He reciprocated, and they succeeded in knocking over a couple of empty beer bottles. She grabbed him, pulling him closer, wrapping her arms around him. He broke free of her mouth and began kissing down her neck, her chest, moving his hands under her shirt. They were both breathing hard and finally Shane managed to regain control. He pulled her close, feeling the heat from her body as she moaned.

"Oh God...I want you so bad," she gasped, pressing her forehead to his.

"I know, baby....but we gotta slow down. I want it to be special." He kissed her again, stroked her hair. "We've waited so long."

She nodded, eyes closed. It felt so good just to be close to him, to feel his breath on her skin. He was real. She had not wasted the last seven years chasing a dream, an illusion. She pulled him close, as if to be sure he was really there. 

"I just can't believe, after all this time, we're finally together." she whispered. 

A moment later, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

To be continued...



Caribbean Tales: Love at First Sight



I'd been to Miami Beach before, but this was different. It was better. It was October, my favorite month, and it wasn't the sort of heat that makes people want to jump in the water. The days were short and there was mild, refreshing sunshine and breeze that made me want to get up early and walk the boardwalk. But after that, I had to attend the conference.

Social scientists, as we like to call ourselves, descend from time to time in swarms to convention centers for mutual support. I'd tell you what we discussed, but you wouldn't understand. Instead, I'll tell you that I was sitting in the front row, where I could see that one of the ladies sitting at the dais had really gorgeous feet and shoes that displayed them rather brazenly, or so I thought. The image stayed in my mind through dinner and a couple of cocktails at the hotel lounge, and followed me right up into my room. I gazed pensively at the blank TV set for a moment, and then the image of her feet arose once more in my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed and felt an erection stirring in my slacks. That seemed more compelling to me than anything that might be on television.

I stayed right where I was and removed first my right shoe, then my left, then my socks, and then I stood up and eased my slacks and briefs down so that my cock sprang free. I looked out the window and saw a darkened courtyard. There was nothing to stop me from kicking my slacks and briefs aside, and slowly stroking my cock.

I wanted to make it last. I was thinking of the woman's feet and what treasures might be hidden above them, as I gripped myself with just the deliciously right amount of pressure, and moved my hand up and down. I was beginning to lose myself in the act, my hips moving upward as my hand moved down the length of my cock, when my eyes detected a slight movement in the darkness outside. I froze and peered out the window.

In the room across the courtyard I could make out a woman. Her skin was quite dark, making her blend into the shadows, but her eyes gave her away. They were watching me.

I blushed and grabbed my pants, heading into the bathroom as if that had been my intention all along. I closed the door and considered finishing myself off in there, but the embarrassment of being seen had sort of taken the wind out of my sails. I put my pants back on and went out to watch TV, and kept my eyes away from the window. I didn't want to acknowledge that I had been seen jacking off.

The next morning I tried to put it behind me and participate in the conference in a normal way. But each time I encountered a black woman, of which there were many, I couldn't help but consider whether she might be the one that was privy to my guilty secret.

That evening, I hit the lounge again after dinner, and had a few tequila shots with a beer back, which is what I drink when I wish to be "feeling no pain." Feeling pleasantly sloshed, I made my way back up to my room. I had taken off my jacket and was about to hang it in the closet when I became aware of a light flashing in the courtyard. I hung up my coat and went to the window to see what was the matter.

The light flashed again, and I realized it was coming from the room across the courtyard, the room from which the woman had seen me last night. Someone was turning the room light on and off. Except that now the light in the room was left on, and the woman was there, looking at me. She was a Rubenesque woman with a little mop of dreadlocks. She waved at me shyly and smiled. When I waved back, a little hesitantly to be sure, she walked around her bed and stood facing the window. Then she took off her skirt.

This was unexpected. The room light was behind her, and it was difficult to see what she was doing. I saw her white teeth flash in a mischievous smile, and I could see that she was pulling her panties down around her ankles as she sat down on the bed. She parted her knees, and I could also see her hand travel up to her crotch and make subtle movements there. She was masturbating. 

I was transfixed. I desperately wanted to be able to see what she was doing more clearly. Why didn't she turn on another light? I thought I might be able to communicate to her by example. I turned on the table lamp by my own bed so that I was brightly illuminated. She didn't seem to get the message. I could see her teeth as she smiled a smile of voluptuous pleasure. Her hand was moving more actively. I tried to think of other ways to suggest to her that she ought to turn on another light. Maybe it was the tequila talking, but I took down my pants and began to stroke my cock, looking back at her. With the table light on, it was as if I was on stage in a night club. 

My mystery friend clearly appreciated the show I was putting on. I watched her smile grow wider and her hand pick up its tempo. My message was not getting across, though -- her table light stayed off. Her dark hand, and her dark pussy, were veiled in shadow.

What to do? I was drunk and horny. I had an appreciative audience. I took off my shirt, and abandoned myself to the sensation of my hand on my cock. I felt the excitement mounting until I spurted a generous amount of semen all over my chest. I looked across the way to see my new friend smiling and applauding silently. Then she resumed her own efforts and a minute later it looked like she had a powerful orgasm of her own. She looked up after a minute, waved at me, and then turned off her room light.

The next morning I felt somewhat relieved. My guilty secret was now a shared guilty secret, and considerably less embarrassing for that. I had a productive day at the conference, and then went out and hit the night spots with some friends from St. Louis. I got home late and went straight to bed.

The following day was the final day of the conference. After the concluding panel, I grabbed a quick meal and headed up to my room. I had been there about 30 minutes when I heard a knock on the door.

I opened it, and there was a dark-skinned woman with dreadlocks standing there. I thought I recognized her as the woman from across the courtyard. She was wearing a cranberry-colored suit and was carrying an over-sized handbag. She also had an ID sticker like mine, identifying her as a participant in the conference. "I hope I'm not intruding," she said with a Caribbean lilt in her voice, and her eyes crinkled with a merry smile. I was thinking that she must be from one of the islands.

"No, come on in," I said, feeling a small twinge of trepidation.

"Thank you," she said, closing the door behind her. "You do recognize me, don't you?"

"I believe I do," I replied. 

"I had a nice time... communicating with you the other night," she said, "and since this is the last night of the conference... I was hoping we might try it again." She looked at me uncertainly, but then flashed the merry smile again. My own hesitation began to fade.

"Well," I said, "would you care to discuss it over a drink?"

"Why, certainly," she replied. "I brought this." She reached into her handbag and extracted a bottle of champagne that looked cold, followed by two plastic champagne glasses. She set them on and end-table, and then offered me her hand. "My name is Vivienne," she said.

"Andre," I replied. "Here, allow me," I sat down and opened the champagne, then filled the two glasses.

Vivienne seated herself next to me and accepted a glass. We clinked the two glasses, which was somewhat unsatisfying because plastic doesn't clink well. Then we each took a long drink.

"This is a new experience for me," said Vivienne. "When I first saw you the other night from across the way, I was intrigued. And maybe a little inspired."

"I didn't think anyone was watching," I said, perhaps blushing a little. "I'm not normally an exhibitionist."

"Oh, but I found it very exciting!" said Vivienne. She had an appealing, musical voice. I was beginning to like drinking champagne with her.

Vivienne continued. "We'll probably never see each other again," she said, "and since we've already seen each other... well, you know... what could be the harm in doing it again?"

"Well, if truth be told," I replied, "I really didn't see you very well. You were in a shadow."

"But tonight I'm here. And you can see just as much of me as you like!" she said with a meaningful grin, and reached for the bottle to re-fill both glasses.

We each drank our second glass in silence. I would catch her eye from time to time, and she would give me a shy but reassuring smile. When she finished her second glass, she asked, "May I show you my tits?"

"Yes," I said, and glanced nervously at the window. Around the courtyard there were numerous rooms where the lights were on, and the inhabitants could see us clearly if they chose to look. Vivienne followed my gaze.

"Don't worry with the curtains, man," she said with a grin. "Like they say, you only live once." And with that, she rose, laid her suit jacket on the bed, and began to unbutton her blouse. It was soon apparent that she wore no bra, and that her breasts were quite large. She revealed them with obvious pleasure, hefting them in her hands to display them to me. Her nipples were the color of espresso beans; she pinched them and watched my reaction. Then she said, "Why stop now?" and undid the clasp on her skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground. She stepped gracefully out of it. Now she was clad only in a thong, fishnet stockings, and pumps, looking delectably slutty.

"How do I look?" she asked. 

My mouth was suddenly dry. "You look really good," I more or less croaked.

She parted her thighs. "Just look at my panties! They're wet." They were, indeed. There was a big stain along the most interesting part. "Watch," she said. She ran her finger along the wet zone, and then pushed the fabric inside herself a little. It came out glistening with her juices. Then she rubbed herself sensually through the slippery fabric. "Do you like it?" she asked.

I was transfixed. I nodded mutely. "Would you like to see more? Shall I take them off now?" I nodded again.

Vivienne pulled an armchair over from its position by the window, and positioned it by the bed, so that she was close to me, but also fully visible through the window. I made a decision not to look out the window to see who might me watching. Vivienne slipped her panties down, let them fall to the floor, and then stepped out of them. Then she seated herself and threw one leg lewdly over an arm of the chair, putting her cunt on display. She flashed me a wanton smile and said, "I'm going to play with my pussy. May I see your cock?"

It seemed only fair. Besides, my cock was already rock hard, and feeling oppressed by my trousers. I hastily removed my clothing and positioned myself near Vivienne on the bed, my cock straining skywards. She cooed, "Ooh, your cock is nice, I like it. Would you touch it for me?"

I had no problem with that, either. As I began to stroke my cock, I took a good look for the first time at Vivienne's pussy. Her fingers were creeping seductively around it, probing for a moment inside, and then teasing it outside. Her pussy lips were the same espresso color as her nipples, and the crevice between them gleamed from the juice that was beginning to well up there. I yearned for a closer look, say, from an inch or so away, but I was not certain what Vivienne's rules of engagement might be for this rather unorthodox encounter. The idea crossed my mind that she would not want me to block the view of a larger audience outside the window.

As I continued to stroke my cock, getting more and more worked up, I remembered that I always bring a halogen reading lamp for working on the road. I said, "Just a moment --" and fetched it from an end-table. I plugged it into a wall outlet and placed it on the floor before her, aiming it so that it shined brilliantly on her pussy. Vivienne was unmistakably pleased by this development. She scooted forward in her chair, putting her cunt more in the spotlight. She said huskily, "Yes, can you see my pussy good? Do my pussy look nice?", as her fingers began to move more urgently, spreading an abundance of glistening juice all around her swollen pussy lips and clit. Every alluring detail was illuminated. It was a mouth-watering sight.

"Yes," I said. I began to stroke my cock in earnest, with my gaze riveted on Vivienne's cunt. 

"Andre," Vivienne gasped, "do you remember how you came the other night... and you spurted all over your chest?" I nodded. "Would you do that again... on mychest?" As she spoke, she moved her left hand in an agitated fashion to and fro between her nipples, pinching them. Meanwhile, her right hand was working her cunt now with a steady, urgent rhythm.

I groaned, "Yes, I'll do that." I rose to my feet and approached her, being careful not to stand between her and the window. I saw how her cunt was swollen and leaking juices everywhere, and the sight was so arousing that I just couldn't take it any more. I felt my orgasm approaching. "Vivienne!" I began, and then I was erupting all over her tits, her belly, and her face. Her eyes closed for a moment in bliss, and then she began scooping up my cum with her fingers and feeding it to her mouth, while smearing the rest of it on her breasts.

After some time had passed, Vivienne smiled at me and said, "Ooh, that was nice. Thank you so much, Andre." She looked hesitant for a moment, and then she put her panties and skirt back on, and began to push the armchair back toward the window.

Whatever the rules were, I was now prepared to break them. My cock was already hard again. I caught Vivienne by the waist, bent her over the chair so that she faced the window, and roughly pulled her panties down around her calves. Then I lifted her skirt and entered her from behind. The sensation was exquisite. Her cunt was so wet, and she squeezed my cock with it gloriously as I plunged it repeatedly inside her. I looked at the window and I could see the reflection of her ecstatic face and cum-smeared tits. I also saw a number of men and women watching intently from rooms on the other side of the courtyard.

Having cum once already, I was in no hurry to cum again. I fucked her relentlessly. She moaned and cried out, "Push di cock nuh bwoy!" I glanced again at her reflection in the window . Her face was taut with arousal, but it looked like she was systematically making eye contact with each of the persons in the other hotel rooms. I saw that one of the men was jacking off, and then I saw a blond woman attacking herself urgently with an over-sized dildo. This latter spectacle put me in the mood to cum again, and it seemed to have a similar effect on my partner. It looked like she and the blond woman were staring each other down, and I felt Vivienne's body begin to tremble and then spasm. The blond woman threw her head back and arched her body. I felt a wave of juices welling up in Vivienne's cunt, which moved me to greater heights of arousal.

I threw her across the bed and buried my face between her thighs, lapping up her sticky fluids as I savored the sensation of her swollen vulva and clit on my lips and tongue. Vivienne moved her hips lasciviously, rubbing her cunt against my face. I thought to myself, Vivienne, whoever you are, I have never tasted anything so sweet and hot as your beautiful cunt. Then I mounted her, plunging my cock deep inside her. She embraced me with a laugh that was joyously bawdy, and began to move her hips to meet mine. Our fucking soon became more urgent. Vivienne arched her back and used her hands to thrust her big tits into my face, whispering hoarsely, "Suck them, suck them." I moved my mouth restlessly from one nipple to the other, teasing them with my tongue and crushing them between my lips. I slowed the pace of our fucking just a little, eliciting a little moan of frustration from Vivienne, as I attacked her nipples voraciously. She whispered once more in my ear, "Suck them!" But then she did something with her cunt that I cannot describe, something so magical that it caused me to shout to the heavens as I ejaculated forcefully into her mysterious depths.

I have to say that in the past, I never looked forward to these professional conferences. But now that I have developed a collegial relationship with Vivienne, I never miss the opportunity to attend one, and my colleagues at work are quite impressed with my enthusiasm for the job.



Love At First Sight: Bondage Special



Love At First Sight: The Bondage Special

This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. This is a Love at first Sight part because it uses the same characters and "base story", but don't count this as a part of the storyline in the series. This is merely a bit of kinky fun. If you don't like BDSM, bondage etc., do NOT read this story. Also, please do NOT rate it or send me abuse if you do read it despite not liking the content. Now, on with the story!

I was relaxing at Kylie's home. Dannii had gone out to do some shopping, and Kylie had gone to do the same. Since, like most men, I was no fan of shopping, I'd decided to stay and relax with some TV and such. Kylie had been gone about 2 hours before she returned. Kylie was wearing a short red skirt and short black top that showed off her fine midriff. To go with this she wore high heels, black stockings, a matching red silk push up bra and thong set with attached suspenders. She came in carrying a black leather bag. I looked curiously at it, since she hadn't left with it, and it seemed to contain something. She set it down and came over to me where I sat on the sofa.

"Hey babe" I said, turning towards her as she approached.

"Hi honey" she said sexily, leaning down to give me a lingering kiss. "Did you miss me?"

"I missed this fine arse at least" I said, slapping it as she stepped past me to sit down next to me. She gave a smile as I slapped her, demonstrating her lust for anal sex and spanking. She leaned forwards and kissed me again.

"So where have you been? What's in the bag?" I said, looking to it on the floor.

"I visited a small shop on the other side of town, tucked away down a side road" She said, standing and stepping to the bag. 

"I got some things I thought me and Dannii could enjoy when you're away" she said. She bent over without bending her knees, so her skirt retreated up her arse to show her red silk thong as she opened the bag. I was very curious now as to what was in the bag, although I was sure it was something sexy. Porn for them to watch perhaps, though I thought that wasn't something that would interest the sisters. Kylie started laying the items on the table, and I saw that she'd been to a sex shop. She had a variety of bondage gear and sex toys. When she put the last of them on the table, she dropped down next to me.

"So what do you think?" she said with a cheeky smile. I surveyed the items, and noticed she'd really gone to town and bought a lot of things. She had a blindfold, handcuffs, leg spreader bar, black riding crop, 4" and 8" vibrators, a 12" strap-on, buttplug, adjustable nipple clamps, two 12" dildos, a black leather studded dog collar & leash and a ballgag. I was shocked Kylie would risk buying these herself.

"They're all very interesting, but isn't this rather risky? What if the shop owner goes to the press?" I said, looking her in the face. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

"Don't worry, they know me. I bought my first vibrator there when I was 18," she said running her hand up my thigh, "not that I've bought that many"

"Well you have now, and what makes you think Dannii will enjoy this?"

"Well I'm not sure, I've not tried some of these things. So we need to do a test" she said, standing up.

"What kinda test?" I said, pretty much predicting what she'd say. She picked up the ballgag and pulled it between her hands.

"This is new to me. How about you strap this on me and do what you feel like? It's not like I can complain is it?" she said, smiling seductively.

"You sure?" I said, still a little wary of where this might lead.

"Look, I'm telling you to strap this on me and take advantage. Don't argue" she said, smiling sexily as she put her legs on the table in turn to slide her stockings off.

"I wonder what you're going to do to me" she said in a sultry tone as she stripped. She untied her top from around her waist and shrugged it off. She kicked off her heels and then slid the zipper down on her skirt. She let it drop, leaving her in her bra and thong. She was facing away from me, so I leaned forwards and gave a quick flick of my fingers. Her bra fell loosely from her shoulders. She pulled it off and threw it to me.

"You've had too much practise at that I think" she said, giving me a wink. She wiggled her hips and pulled her thong down, letting it drop from her thighs to the floor. She stepped out and turned to face me in her naked glory, her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening with moisture.

"Time for some fun" she said, grabbing the ballgag from the table and throwing it to me. I stood up and pulled my shorts off, already hard from her little strip show.

"Well I think hands and knees would be best. I'm sure you're just using this as an excuse for a morning anal session" I said, taking hold of the ballgag with a smile. She lowered to her knees then dropped forwards onto her hands.

"How rude. I'm a world famous pop diva, I'd never consider doing anything like that" she said with a giggle and a lick of her lips. I stood over her with the ballgag, still getting my mind around what I was about to do with Kylie.

"You sure this is gonna fit? It looks like more than you can get in your mouth" I said, looking at the ballgag.

"Well you'll just have to make it fit" she said lustily. She obediently opened her mouth as I slid the gag down, pulling it against her teeth. I pulled back hard to get it into her mouth. Kylie snorted as I pulled it against her teeth, stretching her jaw to the limit to get it into her mouth. She gave a squeal of pain as her jaw pushed beyond its natural limit to let the ball lodge behind her teeth, holding her jaw in this unnatural position as she breathed loudly through her nose. 

I pulled it into her mouth solidly and then strapped it tightly behind her head. She looked round at me, strapped in the ballgag and utterly unable to protest. She sunk her back and settled her knees on the floor, ready for some action. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to me. I gripped my cock with one hand and massaged her tight arse with the other, before pushing into her hard. She didn't have the chance to open her arse as I forced into her. She squealed loudly through the ballgag as I took a good grip on her hips and started fucking her hard. She moaned in pain as I pounded her, then slowly it turned to grunts of pleasure with every thrust. I was slamming hard against her arse, causing her to be unstable on all fours as she tried not to fall over from pleasure whilst being slammed from behind.

Suddenly she clenched hard, and started mumbling something coherent. I stopped forcing in and out of her and withdrew. She pointed to the ballgag and mumbled some more.

"You want to say something?" I said. She nodded vigorously. I reached behind her head and loosened the ballgag, before pulling it down so it dangled around her neck.

"If you're gonna ride me like a bitch, use this" she said, reaching out and handing me the studded leather dog collar and leash. I asked no questions, and took it from her. I put it round her neck and tightened it, not too tight though. I got behind her again and took hold of the leash.

"A-HEM" she said, looking round and making kisses with her pouty lips.

"Oh sorry" I said, giving her a hard slap on the arse before reaching forwards. She smiled and turned her head away again, and opened her mouth. I tightly strapped the ballgag back onto her, then took hold of the leash again. She gave a grunt as I pulled back on the leash and then a squeal as I thrust my cock into her arse. I pulled back on the leash with my right hand, held her hip with my left and started pounding her as hard as I could. She was grunting in a pain-pleasure manner from the hard fucking I was giving her. I slammed against her incredible arse, my balls slapping against the back of her dripping pussy lips. I pulled back on the leash some more, and she reared up onto her knees with the force. I let her back down then pulled again, but the same thing happened. She couldn't stay down, she was too light. Kylie breathed hard through her nose as she grunted and moaned. I looked about and saw the handcuffs on the floor nearby. 

I kept humping her hard and grabbed the cuffs. I saw we were now near a wall, and a radiator. I let go of the leash and leaned forwards over Kylie's back. Before she had a chance to look round at why I'd slowed my thrusts, I snapped her right wrist into the cuff, slung the chain round the pipe and latched the other cuff to her left wrist. She pulled at the bindings a couple of times, and realised she was helpless. 

Unable to speak, bound, in a dog collar and leash she was vulnerable to be used. She was just realising her predicament when she felt me slam hard against her again, and the leash pull tight. I pulled back hard on the leash and started fucking her arse hard. She groaned in discomfort through the gag as I pulled her arms off the floor with the leash. The handcuff chain pulled against the radiator, and her body was pulled tight, up at an angle, the perfect angle for hard thrusts into her perfect rear. I started slamming hard into her, and she gave a squeal of pain with every thrust as I drove deep into her. After a few of these her squeals were those of pain/pleasure. Although her body was pulled tight, her body went rigid, her buttocks clenched and she gave a loud scream through the gag. Her eyes fluttered and she orgasmed hard, her juices running down the inside of her thighs. I felt her sphincter massage my cock, and couldn't hold on. I came hard into her arse with a grunt, before slowing to a stop. I lowered her back onto the floor with the leash and pulled out, where she promptly slumped down onto the carpet breathing hard through her nose.

I leaned forwards and undid the ballgag, pulling it off her and tossing it aside. She gasped for air as I unlocked the handcuffs and took the collar off her, throwing them back onto the table with the other toys she'd bought. I pulled her up and gave her a kiss.

"So whatcha think of the ballgag?" I said, brushing a hair out of her face.

"It feels weird having your mouth stuffed like that. And when you're chained up being taken from behind it gets you horny" she said with a smile, looking up at me. She stood, somewhat stiffly, and rotated her hips a couple of times. She saw me looking at her.

"What, I'd like to be able to walk properly" she said, licking her lips. I slapped her on her tight arse. She smiled and walked over to the table.

"So, you think Dannii will like these things?" I said, standing up myself.

"If she's anything like me she will do!" Kylie said, idly pinching one of her hard nipples. I watched her as she bit her lip, looking round uncertainly.

"I felt so dirty doing that, but it got me really horny." she said, looking between me and the table of toys.

"Well I'd hope so, since you bought the gear in the first place!" I said with a smile.

"You're right, I've been naughty and thoroughly enjoyed being bound and anally ravaged. I think I need a spanking" she said in a sexy tone, wiggling her hips and walking towards me. I took her hand and led her to the sofa, where I sat down. I drew her down for a kiss, then pulled her over my lap on her stomach. She leaned over and arched her back, pushing her incredible butt into the air. I raised my hand and gave her pert cheeks a slap, causing her to grunt in pleasure with a big smile. My hardon was pushed against her left side.

"What would you like to try next?" I said, laying another slap on Kylie's arse with a healthy sound. I was spanking her at a steady pace, causing groans of pleasure from her.

"How about...you just...do whatever you want to me?" she breathed between slaps.

"You sure about that?" I said, stopping spanking her.

"Please" she said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "I'll do whatever you want" she whined, dropping to her knees. Before I could stop her she had leant forwards and started sucking me off. "Please! I need this" she groaned through her mouthful, looking up at me imploringly.

"OK, you want it" I said, pushing her off my lap onto the floor. I grabbed the handcuffs again, and as Kylie pulled herself up into a doggy style position I snapped them between her wrists. I grabbed the blindfold and pulled it around her face, pulling it into place so she couldn't see a thing. I reached for the ballgag so she couldn't start complaining. She was breathing heavily as I pulled it round her face and then with a sharp yank, pulled it between her teeth. She grunted loudly as I strapped it tightly behind her head.

I stood and steeped to the table and picked up the polished leg spreader bar. I knelt down behind her and pushed her thighs apart. She wriggled a little as I pushed the spreader bar between her smooth, soft thighs and clamped it in place just above her knees, pulling her fantastic buttocks and pussy lips open delightfully. I grabbed the studded black leather dog collar and leash, and stood up. I leaned over and slid it round her neck and firmly fastened it, before taking the leash and tying it to the radiator pipe I'd cuffed her to first time.

Now came some more extreme measures. I took hold of one of the 12" dildos, and ran it up the back of her stretched pussy lips, causing her to shiver in pleasure and anticipation. I ran it up and down once more, then started to push it into her. She groaned as the head went in, followed by the first 6", but then things started getting resistant. Her tight aussie pussy wasn't letting the dildo in without some persuasion. I took a firm grip on the base of it and pushed hard. She squealed in pleasure through the ballgag as the remaining 6" pushed up inside her, to her very limits, her pussy now stretched with 12" of thick fake cock. She moaned and grunted in her muffled manner as she got used to the size of it. I took hold of her next little toy, which was a pair of adjustable, teethed nipple clamps. I knelt down next to her and looked under her petite frame. Her ripe breasts hung invitingly under her in her animal sex position, rock hard nipples hanging on the tips, so I reached out. I felt each one, the firm, warm flesh of her tits pushing against my hands before I slid them down and pinched each of her nipples causing her to groan in pleasure through her gag. I raised the nipple clamps up to her body, them set to minimal pressure, and positioned them under their respective nipples. I then pushed them up so the nose of the clamps touched her soft breasts, and released them. The teeth of the clamps shut tightly onto her, pinching her nipples hard. She screamed in pain, loud even through the ballgag. She started to calm down, sighing as she got used to the pain. I found the other 12" dildo and raised it to her arsehole.

Kylie was just realising what she was getting herself into when she felt something pushing at her anus, and assumed it was the buttplug. She released her sphincter to allow entry, and felt it start to slide into her, stretching her out and pulling at her dry anus. She realised all too late that it was the other 12" dildo and not the buttplug when she felt the contours of the head slip past her honed, sensitive sphincter. She clamped down hard to try and stop the intrusion, but realised it was futile and would merely cause her more pain if she resisted. The shaft forced slowly into her, completely unlubed and stretching her out. She mumbled in discomfort as it stretched her dry sphincter open. The dildo reached a depth of 8" into her tight arse before it stopped. There was no way I'd stop until all 12" was buried up her back passage, and pushed firmly on the dildo. There was resistance, then it started to slide again, causing Kylie to squeal loudly in pain. The dildo slid right into her, leaving her grunting in pain as she tried to adapt to its size. She was now strapped into everything she could fit, grunting in pain from the thick dildo up her arse.

I knelt down next to her prone form, running my hand over the tight aussies back, causing her to shiver. I ran my hand over her fantastic bum, squeezing the cheeks and tapping the backs of the two dildos inserted into her. I then drew my hand back, and laid a firm slap on her arse with a healthy sound. She gave a squeal of pain through the gag, rocking forwards on her hands and knees. I pinched each cheek hard in turn, again causing her to squeal, before steadying her with a my left hand on her back and laying another hard slap on her firm arse. I then spanked her 5 times in quick succession, causing her to squeal loudly in a pain/pleasure tone. Her famous butt was now red from the spanking, but Kylie was enjoying it. Her juices were running down the dildo and dripping onto the floor, aswell as coating her pussy which gave her a healthy shine. I ran my fingers up the slick dildo and over her damp, trim bush, not having any problems locating her hard clit between her stretched pussy lips. I ran my left hand under her and across her stomach to her clit, taking hold of it and pulling my right hand out from under her. Kylie moaned deeply in pleasure as I teased her clit, not knowing what was coming.

I pinched her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger, and laid a savagely hard slap on her rear. She screamed through the ballgag at the pain, but I didn't stop. I pinched her clit hard for about a minute and spanked her hard repeatedly, leaving her bum red and sore as I released her, her body sinking towards the floor from the pain, saliva dripping from her chin as she drooled around the ballgag between her puffy lips. She started to slowly crawl away but pulled against her leash, binding her to the radiator.

"We're not done yet" I said, pulling her back into her doggy position. She grumbled through her gag as I hauled her back into place, then snorted hard through her nose as I pinched her arse. I untied the leash and stood up sporting a hard, which I could do with relieving. I pulled on the leash and led Kylie across the room on all fours. She moved tentatively since she was blindfolded until she reached a low table. I stepped behind her and leaned down. 

I unlocked the cuff on her right wrist and then pulled both her arms behind her back and recuffed her. She was now even more helpless than before. I lifted her up and laid her on her back on the low table, on her arms. With her arms behind her back she couldn't even attempt to remove any of the gear from herself, if she had the guts to do so. I positioned her so her head was over the edge of the table, the leg spreader bar rested on the other end, and I tied the leash to one leg of the table. She held her head up for a few moments then let it drop back. I reached down and undid the ballgag straps, then gave a couple of sharp tugs to remove it from her mouth. She took some deep breaths once I'd removed it, then spoke up, somewhat strained from having her mouth stretched open.

"Why did you take that off?" she said quietly, looking around despite not being able to see anything.

"You'll see" I said, kneeling down by her head, my cock level with her head. I reached up and ran my hands over her stomach and breasts, pulling on the chain between the nipple clamps lightly. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin, down her neck, past the leather collar and then over her face, flicking gently at her pouty lips, causing her to smile.

"Can you make a guess what I've got in store for you next?" I asked in a low tone, running my fingers over her breasts and stomach once more, causing her breathing to increase.

"I...have no idea" she whispered, pushing her hips up in a sexual motion. I ran my fingers down her stomach to her stretched pussy, rubbing her clit quickly, practically causing her to orgasm right there. I took her juices on my fingers and rubbed them over her pouty lips, which she licked off without a thought. I ran my hands over the tops of her breasts then down over her shoulders. I then slid them off and took a grip on her head, her mouth wide open as she gasped in pleasure. I pushed forwards, pushing my cock into her mouth. Because of the angle of her head, I slid right into her throat. She breathed hard through her nose I shock, which I felt on my balls because of the position. Not waiting to listen to any of her mumbling, I started thrusting into her mouth. With the fact I was damn horny from what I'd been doing to her and the fact she was totally bound and helpless. I held her head and thrusted hard as she breathed through her nose, blowing warm air onto my balls. Despite the fact she was bound up and being effectively abused, Kylie started sucking my cock as I face fucked her. There was an audible slurping as I withdrew, and a slight groan as I pushed in. I started feeling the pressure, and sped up. I fucked Kylie's warm, wet mouth hard as I got to the brink. I yanked my cock from her mouth with a frustrated noise from Kylie, and jacked off hard. I aimed at her face and let go, shooting ropes of cum onto her face. Kylie gasped as the cum shot onto her nose, cheeks and lips, licking round for what her tongue could reach. I wiped my cock on her outstretched tongue and stood up.