1 comments/ 11885 views/ 0 favorites Motion By: owengreybeard Copyright 2010 by Owengreybeard Andy should be here in a few minutes. I have to admit that the planning and deliberation I've done in the days leading up to this have been exhilarating as hell. It has forced me to do some soul searching and self-examination, which has been pretty strange. I'm not an introspective person; I tend to go with my gut a lot, for better and for worse, so the process has been interesting. Here's the thing... My boyfriend, who is a real jewel, easily the best I've had, and a serious contender to become the ONE, is fixated on my boobs. I know there are worse things, but the problem is that I've always hated them. To me, my breasts are hideous, misshapen things, and I can't imagine anyone actually liking them, much less adoring them. My tits are the size and shape of tennis balls, actually little spheres mounted high on my chest. Worse than that, my areolas are dark brown, almost black, and they cover over half the front surface of the spheres. If that weren't bad enough, my nipples match my areolas in color, and they stick out the front of my boobies like thumbs, ¾ of an inch wide and almost an inch long when erect, and they are always erect. Andy didn't know about them when we started going out, or I might think they are why he chose me. Since before High School, when they appeared on my chest, I've worn seriously padded bras to cover them up, so there's no chance he could have known. The first time we made love, I tried to keep my bra on, but he got me so hot that I let him take it off in the dark. He had my pussy lips in his mouth (they are just as dark in color; huge, pendant meat flaps, really). For some reason, though, I adore them, and Andy does too. Anyway, Andy slid up behind me, and before I had a chance to catch my breath or scream a protest, his hands slid under my bra and he had them in his hands. I started to recoil away from him, but seconds after he touched them, I felt him cum against my ass. I hadn't touched him at all; he actually came from touching my tits. In seconds, he had the light off and was batting my hands away so he could see them. Over the next half hour, Andy touched, fondled, sucked, flicked, chewed and otherwise obsessed over my awful breasts, until to my amazement, I had an orgasm from the experience. From then on, he can't seem to go more than a few minutes without caressing them. Don't get me wrong, he caresses the rest of me as well, to the point that I feel sexier than I ever thought possible. I even go topless around the house for him; at least until we both get so sore from fucking that we have to get dressed. For years I have spent every waking moment in a brassiere. I don't even get out of bed without putting one on. I take it off to shower, and it's the first item of clothing I put on afterward, so topless is a huge deal for me. The most amazing thing about it, other than the breathtakingly erotic nature of it, is the motion. When I walk or move without a bra, my tits are all over the place! They wiggle, sway, shake, and bob like they are alive. I can look down as I am thinking this and I can see my pulse in their motion. I really, really like the way the motion makes me aware of them, and the love and lust in Andy's eyes when he watches me move make me feel totally accepted, totally adored and loved for the first time in my life. As I got dressed to meet Andy for lunch today, I fastened a bra around my chest and found that I hated it. I don't know where the feeling came from, but it was quite profound. So, I stood there in the bedroom, looking at the bra I'd thrown on the bed, I thought back to some of the other changes that had come over me since I'd met my remarkable Andy. I'd started drinking my coffee black and my beer dark, not because he asked me to, but because he showed me that it could be better that way. I'd grown my hair nearly eight inches and learned to curl it and style it, again, not because he told me to do it, but because he loved to touch it and pull gently on it when we made love. I'd been in the shower one afternoon with him, and started to shave my armpits when he gave me an adorable little pout and told me he would miss my little "furry patches" if I shaved them off. I put the razor back on the shelf and hadn't used it on my armpits since, although my pussy had reaped the benefits of the razor, again, because it pleased him and made him smile. And so, the decision was made. I re-entered our walk-in closet and found a lovely pale green silk blouse that I normally wore with a bra and a camisole underneath. I walked back to the mirror and slid the sensuous fabric over my arms and shoulders. As I buttoned it, my dark nipples seemed to stretch out to caress it with their noses. The feeling of my tits shaking and jiggling beneath the silk was at once powerfully erotic and deeply troubling. I pulled on the three inch heels that made me just over five feet tall and looked at my reflection through lidded eyes. What I saw amazed me. My self image has remained that of an embarrassed preteen hiding near her locker in gym class, knowing that the merciless horde of my peers waited to ridicule my strange body in the shower room a few yards away. The woman I saw in the mirror was powerful, very pretty and erotic in a way I could never have imagined even a year ago. My light brown hair draped in wisps around my face, my posture was erect and shapely in my mid-thigh skirt and heels. My silk blouse was lovely, held away from my petite frame by two softly shuddering points of tender flesh, badges of my womanhood, their deeply colored outlines barely revealed by the semi-opaque material. I walked to my car, my bouncing breasts hammering with desire and yearning. I checked my watch one more time and as I looked up, there was my Andy. He stood twenty feet from me, slack jawed in wonder. The look on his face was one of absolute adoration. I walked to meet him watching intently as his eyes slid to my shivering breasts and then back to my face. "You are the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth," he whispered into my hair as I lay my head on his chest and he drew me gently to him. And in my mind, the frightened little girl with the tennis ball boobs dropped her towel, uncrossed the arms that hid her body and marched proudly into the shower room to confront her future. Motion Detector He lay perfectly still on the bed. He knew very well what would happen if he were to move and he wanted this more than ever. Slowly and lightly she traced her fingers across his body, purposely avoiding his rigid shaft. "I wonder how far you'll make it this time?" she whispered. He wondered the same thing as she began to run her fingernails down his chest. "How many times have we tried this now? I lost count after 12 and each time you just can't seem to follow simple instructions." She traced her nails back up his thighs and stopped right next to his crotch. Even though he was blindfolded he knew what was next. She dripped a single drop of lube just at the bottom of the head of his cock. A single finger began lightly spreading the lube up and down the shaft, avoiding the head itself. She worked slowly and deliberately. Once the first drop ran its course she added another along with another finger, but still keeping the same slow agonizing pace. Almost clinically she watched his body and measured his breathing as she added another drop and another finger. Running his cock between her slick fingers, up and down. His cock began to twitch slightly as she applied another drop along with her pinky. After about 20 or so maddening strokes, always feather light, she finally gave a generous dollop and added her thumb. She gripped him tightly and using her thumb on the underside of his dick she pushed up. Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip and drizzled on to his stomach. With her dry hand she began making small circles on his head using the pre-cum. He began breathing erratically and fought the urge to cry out. "Oh my you must really be desperate." she said finally breaking the silence. "I remember when you could never make it past this part." With that she pushed up more pre-cum with her lubed hand and then pressed down hard on his head with her palm and began circling. He fought desperately to keep his lips from quivering or screaming out for her to stop. Then as quickly as it started it stopped. And nothing. He didn't even feeling her moving around next to her until he felt her blowing on his shaft. "I think you need a cool down. Don't you?" She was right; there was no way he would have made it if she would have kept palming him. She then made a circle with her thumb and index finger just under the head. A slow rhythm of squeezing and releasing made his breathing pick up considerably. "It's been quite some time since you came hasn't it?" Her voice was flat and without emotion. "I can't even remember myself. Sometimes I don't think you even want to cum. Which is quite a turn around for you." She knew the gentle squeezing was very mind bending for him. All that tension building up without the normal stimulation from stroking. "I mean really, the rules are fairly simple. No moving or speaking until you begin to spurt your load", then she sighed, "but somewhere along the way you just can't seem to retain any sort of self-discipline." Her dry hand begin to once again swirl around the head lightly as more pre-come beaded up. She felt his cock pulse and twitch as her skillful hands worked him over. As his breathing became more and more labored she stopped squeezing and slid her circled fingers down his slick shaft. Then slowly back up again continuing up over the head. She slowed to a crawl as she moved up and down. Taking at least 3 seconds for each trip up then another 3 going down. "That has to feel sooooo good. Don't you wish you were inside of me right now? My tight, hot and wet pussy gripping you like a glove." She squeezed him harder as she ever so gently sped up to 2 seconds up then down. "You can do it honey. Hold on. The only thing standing between you and a massive orgasm is you." she chuckled as she increased to a second up and a second down. Up and down she went over and over. He struggled to remain still and silent as she sped up to a full stroke every second, but now avoiding his head. "Oh, look at you. So very, very still. I know you must want this so, so bad. You're as hard as a diamond." She tightened her grip and picked up the pace to two strokes every second, but after about a dozen strokes she would pause on his head and twist vigorously a few times, as is if she were opening and closing a bottle and then stroke again about a dozen times. She repeated this a number of times until his breathing became labored. She then slowed down to less than a stroke a second and drizzled more lube on his cock before slowly picking up the pace to three or four strokes a seconds. He was fighting the urge to buck his hips to her pumping hand. "Mmm, come on babe. You can do it. Release this nice juicy load. After all the orgasms you've given me you should at least enjoy one." His mind was laser fixed on not moving, but his body was giving in as he felt his load bubbling up from his swollen sack. He was on the verge of hyperventilating when she suddenly stopped stroking and her thumb began circling his perineum. A uncontrollable guttural sound escaped his lips as her torment was to much to bear. "Oh no!!! I heard that!" Out of the corner of her eye she caught him stiffening and curling up his toes. She gasped and released his cock. His cock twitched as if looking for the hand that was no longer there. She looked down to see a small white bead bubble up on the head of his dick, followed closely by two more. "Aw. Baby you were right there, so close. What happened? Two more seconds and you would have done it." After a minute or so she began rubbing his cum around on the head of his cock. "Well, I guess we'll try again next Saturday. I'm so sorry, I really thought you'd be able to hold out. Ah well." He wanted to cry this time. He knew what was next as he lay there. The hum of the bullet vibrator and her moans would quickly be followed by her taunting him with her own orgasm. However, he was now also joined by the dull ache and tightening in his sack from the ruined orgasm. He thought about all the times he jacked off, instead of tending to her, and the one time she caught him, the one time that changed everything. She, however, chuckled to herself. Her plan was so simple, yet so brilliant. Once a week he would be given a chance to cum. The only catch is he was not allowed to move or speak. Self-discipline she said, that's what he lacked. All of the other nights he would spend providing her orgasm after orgasm. Anything she wanted at anytime was hers. As she brought the vibrator to her pussy she smiled at the prospect of watching him suffer again next week; and letting him think he actually has a chance at cumming. Motivating Daddy Cassidey Reynolds let out a deep sigh as she walked into the den of the home she shared with her 48-year old father. He was passed out in the chair, drunk again. This was his usual state and had been for the last 2 years, since her mother had walked out on them. Her mother had made no secret out of the fact she'd married the rising young business executive for his money, and when his "Rise to the Top" had stalled 2 years ago, Monique had grown frustrated. She ended up having an affair with a much younger, much richer man and moved in on them. Luckily, William still had enough money and clout to hire a PI and prove his wife's infidelity. The Investigator had come up with some superb photographs and William didn't have to shell out a nickel in alimony. Still, losing his stunning brunette wife had shaken him to the core. Cassidey had witnessed her father's self-confidence erode. Although he worked like a demon from Monday to Friday, he was drunk from Friday night to Sunday night. Stinking drunk, incapacitated. He didn't leave the house, he didn't socialize, he just wallowed in self-pity. There was nothing wrong with her father either. He was stocky, but solid - although the alcohol would erode that if he continued. He had rich brown eyes and dark hair, greying at the temples. He still had that strong jawline that a few of her girlfriends had commented on. "Your dad's hot!" her friend Lana had said. But her "hot" daddy was slumped in his favorite recliner, passed out from drinking way too much. Cassidey's heart was breaking for her daddy, what could she do to make him stop drinking? Then she had an epiphany. ********************************* Cassidey went shopping the next day. At 5'10" and 130 pounds, Cassidey was a stunner. She had beautiful blue eyes, soft and inviting, they had a trace of grey to them. Her lips were full and pouty, kissable. Her hair, a rich chestnut brown, fell straight and down to her shoulders. Her breasts were round and sexy, the perfect size for her slender frame. She thought her nipples were sexy, with dark pink nipples that loved to be sucked. Cassidey had become an exercise junkie in her teen years and she was in wonderful shape. She ran a few miles every week, she played tennis, she rode her bike to her job at the Lingerie Store, she swam every day in their backyard pool. Consequently, her legs were sleek and toned and her tummy was flat and smooth. As she was outdoors on frequent occasions, Cassidey's skin was bronzed from the sun. She often took her bikini off when no one was around, so she had very light tan lines. She had lots of offers from boys - and a few sexy girls too - and Cassidey was always out, socializing. She felt a little guilty about that, feeling she'd neglected her poor Daddy. Cassidey had saved quite a bit of cash over the years, so she didn't have to get her money from her father. She didn't want him finding out what she had in mind too early. She went to all the trendy boutiques, the lingerie shop she worked at gave her a fabulous discount, she went to three different shoe stores, and she was eagerly anticipating the results of her impromptu shopping spree. She got home early Saturday afternoon, her father was sitting in front of the television, Scotch in hand. "Hi Daddy!" she greeted him brightly. "Hi punkin'!" he responded. Despite everything, Cassidey had never felt neglect. Her father had been there for all her special moments, she'd had her father's undivided attention whenever she needed it. Now it was his turn. "Daddy?" "Yes punkin'?" "I -- I kinda wish you wouldn't drink so much daddy!" Cassidey said to her father, with a downcast tone to her voice. William looked up at his beautiful daughter and saw the disappointment in her eyes. "You're right baby, but I've been so unhappy since your mother left us. Work doesn't provide me with any kind of fulfillment. I know it isn't much, but this -- " he gestured the half-empty glass of Scotch " -- this helps me forget." Cassidey gently removed the glass of Scotch from his hand and led him from the den and to the bedrooms upstairs. He was still relatively sober, to which Cassidey thought, Good, and the rest of the day will sober him up! She sat her confused father down on his bed and told him with a firm tone, "Now, don't move a muscle Daddy!" William did as he was told, unsure of what his baby was up to. In a few minutes, he got his answer. "What do you think Daddy?" Cassidey stood before her befuddled father dressed in a leopard-style bikini top and skirt. It was meant to be for summer and looked marvelous on her tanned skin. The skirt was slit thigh-high, showing off plenty of his daughter's gorgeous, tanned legs. "Very sexy baby." She smiled and leaned over and kissed him. "There's a lot more Daddy." She walked out of the bedroom into the en-suite bathroom, emerging a few moments later in a tiny, white lace top, her midriff bare, and a tiny black leather mini. William was impressed with how smooth and sleek her body was, she was obviously in good shape. "Am I pretty Daddy?" she asked him. "Pretty? Oh baby, you're gorgeous." Cassidey giggled more. "Okay, more to come." The next outfit Cassidey wore was a tad more daring. She emerged in a blue silk robe, under which she wore stockings and heels. William knew there wasn't much more than that under the robe, he could see traces of exposed skin. "I think all girls should have some stockings and sexy shoes, don't you Daddy?" William could only nod, his voice seemed lost to him. Did his daughter not know what she was doing to him, how sexy she was? His cock ached under his pants, his head buzzed more each minute, but he was powerless to move. Her next outfit was designed to entice and William nearly moaned at the sight of it. She wore a sheer, filmy black top and a small red mini, which was cut in a way to show that she also wore a small black thong. His urges to take her in his arms were overpowering, yet William held on to himself. A sheer black negligee with bedroom slippers followed. His ex-wife had owned an outfit like that in the past, and every time he saw her in it, he fucked her into the bedsprings. If it were possible, it looked even hotter on his college-age daughter. She brought out her new `Daisy Dukes' and a crop-top that left no doubt her tits were round and firm. She modeled at least 3 bikinis for him, but William was swiftly losing count. His cock ached for release, when this was over, he'd jerk off and probably cum gangbusters! When Cassidey came out of the bathroom in a filmy white negligee, William put up his hand. "Enough!" he gestured to his lovely daughter. She pouted at him. "Why Daddy? Didn't you like my little fashion show?" William shook his head. "Cass, I liked it too much. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but you're my daughter. I shouldn't be getting turned on by you. I shouldn't have the thoughts that are going on in my head!" Cassidey continued to manipulate her slightly-inebriated father. "What kind of thoughts, Daddy?" "Thoughts of taking those clothes off, kissing your body from head to toe and making love to you. Thoughts of FUCKING you Cass, those kind of thoughts." Cassidey looked at her father, her blue-grey eyes narrowing and looking serious. "Daddy, I want you to listen to me. You can have me Daddy. You can make love to me, you can dress me up any way you want me. You can have me as a high-class lover, you can have me as a sexy babydoll, you can have me as a slut, I can dress up in leather and be your Mistress. But Daddy ... " William listened to his daughter, not believing his ears. "... you have to quit drinking. NOW Daddy. You can use all that energy you're going to have from not drinking to pleasure your little daughter-lover. I'll make all your fantasies come true, but those are the terms! Do we have a deal, Daddy?" Cassidey punched up the word `Daddy' at the end, knowing she had him. William nodded and let Cassidey lead him over to the side of the bed. "Undress for me Daddy," she said as she leaned in and purred in his ear. "I want to see my end of the bargain." Cassidey knew that her father had a nice build from watching him swim, but she wasn't prepared for what she got as he pulled his boxers down and off his solid legs. William's cock was huge. It had to be at least 8 inches long and about 5 inches around. Cassidey was glad she wasn't a virgin, she was going to need her previous experience to handle this monster. She knelt down in front of her father and looked up at him with loving eyes. "I want this Daddy. I want to be your lover, so much Daddy. I hope I please you." She plunged her warm lips on his father's shaft and began licking him. It was an arduous task, but Cassidey worked at it with relish. She swirled her tongue around the purple head, licked all around it, up and down the shaft. Her delicate, manicured hands manipulated his balls as she sucked dick, causing her father to groan. "Oh baby, where did you learn to suck dick like that? On second thought, don't tell me, I don't want to know!" Cassidey giggled inwardly. He probably didn't want to know it had been Eric Woodward, one of the business Executives at his firm. They'd gone out a few times, but he was too demanding for Cass. She licked up and down her father's big dick until it was rock-hard, impressive in length and girth. She was going to take that monster in her tight, hot pussy, but there was no rush. She stood up, pirouetted a bit, showing off her legs and ass to her father, and kicked off the white heels. Cassidey pulled off the negligee and stood in front of her father in nothing but a white G-string. "Migod, you're beautiful!" he croaked out. She smiled at him. "Thank You, kind sir. Why don't you come over here and take this last little thing off of me?" He rose from the bed on jelly-legs, but steadied himself and held his daughter, kissing her softly. His hands cupped one breast and flicked a nipple, then the other one. He stroked down her trim, taut body and Cassidey ached with want. Her mother must have been insane to leave this man! He was skilled and he had a huge cock, so what if he wasn't rich? William's hands slid the panties down his daughter's long legs and to her ankles. She kicked them off with a giggle and returned to her father's loving embrace, their tongues meeting in a heated kiss. "You're a good kisser Daddy." "So are you, darling daughter." He embraced her and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. "And you have a delicious butt." "You can see all of it you want from now on, Daddy-lover!" she smiled as she reclined on the bed. She spread her legs open, invitingly and stroked her soft pussy. "Come on lover, eat me. Make me scream, make me want to fuck my Daddy!" William's head was nearly clear now, as he busied himself between his daughter's outstretched thighs. He licked tentatively at first, but finding her taste delightful, he went at her eagerly. He kissed up and down her soft thighs until she was wriggling with delight, then kissed the edge of Cassidey's hot pussy. She kept it trimmed, just a small `Vee' of fur at the top, which delighted him. William took his time to please his daughter. He licked the soft lips, pulling at them gently and he blew little gusts of air against her. He licked up and down the soft nubbin of her clit and Cass groaned out her pleasure. "Ohh, Daddy, I like that. More, Daddy, please .... " He obeyed her request and suckled her clit until she was wet and flowing, her juices forming a damp spot on the bed. "Are you ready to fuck Cass?" She nodded eagerly. "God, yes Daddy!" Eyes narrowed, he looked at her. "How do you want it baby?" She smiled up at him. "I want to have my arms around you, Daddy lover. I want to see your eyes as you fuck me. Missionary, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck the hell out of your hot slut of a daughter. Make me yours!" "Your wish is my command, punkin'" William said as he slid his hard rod into his daughter's cunt. He was gentle at first, but as Cassidey wrapped her long legs around him and dug her nails into his back, he realized there was no need. She was in superb shape, so William began fucking her in earnest. With long, practiced strokes, he pounded into his daughter-mistress and made her squeal in pleasure. The harder he fucked her, the more Cassidey arched up and took him inside of her. She tightened her pussy muscles around his cock and squeezed, William groaning as she did so. His hips rose and fell as he pumped hard into her heated young snatch. Her nipples were hard and he bit one playfully, Cass emitted a loud moan, so he bit the other one. Obviously, his sweet baby liked it a little rough. William made a mental note of that and continued to pound deep into her depths. Her feet were drumming on William's back and Cassidey was giving her all to her father. She knew she'd made the right decision, her father needed a lover -- and she was lucky she was the lover her father needed. His cock was hers now, and she was never giving it up. She might share -- Lana had been hinting a lot lately -- but from now on, her heart and soul and pussy belonged to the older stud who was drilling her cunt so exquisitely! She saw the look come over his face and yelled out, "YESSS DADDY, CUM ON ME, CUM ALL OVER ME, COME ON YOUR HOT SLUT OF A DAUGHTER!" He removed his cock and shot all over her tits and belly, groaning as she ran a finger in his load and licked it clean. Cass sat up quickly and popped his cock in her mouth, slurping up the remaining drops. The new lovers showered together, laughing and not unhappy at all with what they had done. "You're sleeping in here from now on!" William ordered her with mock sterness. "I've already moved some stuff into your closet and drawers Daddy!" Cassidey said as she cuddled in his - no, their - big bed. ******************************** A few days later, Cassidey ran into Lana at the lingerie store she worked at. The two girls chatted animatedly and Cassidey leaned in to her beautiful girlfriend. "My Daddy asked about you the other day" she whispered in the dark girl's ear. "Really?" Cassidey nodded. "He really did. He said next time I saw you, I should invite you home for dinner. Wanna come?" Cassidey snickered in her own mind. If she had her way, Lana would be cumming - but not for dinner. Lana agreed and accompanied Cassidey home a few hours later. William wasn't home from work yet, so Cassidey led her friend up to her old bedroom. She showed the stunning girl a few of her new outfits and Lana smiled. "Wow, you've got some nice stuff. Wish I could afford some of this!" Cassidey smiled. "Well, I get a good discount." She held out the white negligee she'd worn for her father. "This would look good against your dark skin. Go ahead, try it on!" Lana nodded and ran to the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later, her jet-black hair down her back and her cocoa-skin so magnificent against the white fabric. Cassidey could barely breathe, Lana was so beautiful. "Oh Lana, you're so beautiful. So sexy honey." "Do you really think so?" "Oh yes, so beautiful. If I were a man, I couldn't resist you. In fact ... " Cassidey turned her friend's face to her own and kissed Lana full on the lips. Lana resisted for a few minutes, then leaned into the kiss. Cassidey pulled away with a smile. "You've done that before." Lana returned the smile. "Once or twice. You?" Cassidey shook her head. "No. Never. I wanted my first time with a girl to be with someone special. Someone like you." "Thank you for the compliment hun. Okay, I'm wearing something sexy. Your turn." Cassidey nodded and smiled, emerging from the bathroom in the leopard bra she had bought and a matching thong. She'd put on black, high, `fuck me' heels that accentuated her long legs and calves. Lana reached out her arms and Cassidey tumbled on to the bed, on top of her friend. Their tongues entwined, the more-experienced Lana pleasantly surprised at her friend's enthusiasm for girl-on-girl love. She ran her slim hands all over Cass' warm flesh, seeing the little goosebumps raise on her skin. She kissed the side of Cassidey's neck as Cassidey ran her nails all over her own dark skin. "Please, can we try a `69' Lana, please? I've wanted to do that with you for so long!" Lana smiled and agreed, joining her body with Cassidey's in the erotic position. She buried her face in her friend's dripping slit while Cassidey ate her out. They were so engrossed in their mutual loving, neither heard the visitor at the door. "Ummm ... what the fuck is going on here?" Both girls sat up with a start. "Daddy!" Cassidey exclaimed. "You're home early!" Actually, he was home right on time, but there was no need to let Lana know that just yet. "Yes, and I am shocked by this. Just what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" William asked his daughter, seeing the stunning black girl still quivering with fear on the bed. "I say ... Daddy, you have to taste her. She's delicious!" Cassidey leaned in to her father and slid her pussy-slicked lips against his own. Lana's eyes grew wide as saucers. Cassidey began undressing her father, beckoning for Lana to come and join her. Still a bit unsure, Lana did so and returned William's kiss as his daughter removed his jacket, tie and pants. "Take off his shirt Lana!" Cassidey intoned. Lana looked confused. "I'm sorry, I don't understand any of this." Cassidey grinned at her friend and new lover. "What's to understand. I fuck my Daddy. He fucks me. Both of us want to fuck you! Do you want to fuck us?" Lana stood there, taking it all in. A wide smile broke out over her face. "Yeah!" The three of them got naked and headed for William's bedroom. Lana watched with kinky joy as her friend took her father's cock in her mouth and deep-throated him. She then did the same thing while Cassidey ate her out to a roaring climax. Both girls worked William over until he couldn't take any more, then Cass insisted Lana ride her Daddy's mammoth cock while she rode his face. In that position, the two girls could enjoy their newfound-lesbian love and play with each other's tits. Cassidey thought her friend was truly stunning and wanted to see her face when she came. Cassidey got her wish a few minutes later, as Lana shuddered around William's cock and flooded the bed with her orgasm. William's cock came a few minutes later and both girls sucked it dry. They continued their play all night and well into the morning. William and Cassidey didn't have to work the next day and Lana was on vacation, so they rested up and went at it again later in the afternoon. Lana moved in a few weeks later and became William's steady "girlfriend", although both girls continued to share his bed. He hadn't drank in months -- other than some wine to celebrate the night he proposed to Lana. He knew they'd all have a long and happy - and kinky - life together! Motivating My Man First let me tell you how about us. I love my husband Harry, and outside the bedroom I want him to have control and to provide for me. In the bedroom he WILL do as I say. I am not looking to dominate every part of his life only to motivate him to do what I want. (he he) This has worked extremely well and I do this with sex. It began several years ago when I was frustrated with our debt. He just kept spending money on recreation, you know a boat, wave runners, skiing etc. We were fighting one night and I told him I have had enough. He wasn't getting anymore of me until things changed. It had been over two weeks since we had made love when he asked "What was going on?" I told him "I am tired of you spending money and not taking care of my needs or caring about my feelings". "So I am not going to give you any sex until that changes." He said he was sorry and gave me a line of crap I fell for and we had sex. I knew I shouldn't have. Damn it. I thought about how he treated me when he wasn't getting any sex from me and I liked it. He was more attentive to me and much gentler. The best part was we were talking again. I did some research on line a came across a female domination article and her e-mail. Most of what I saw was extreme but after thinking about it, I thought maybe..... I e-mailed her about my situation and she e-mailed back with some suggestions. The first thing I did was buy a chastity belt for him. Once I got it on him I knew he would be in my control. When I received it, I set my plan into action. I asked him to take the kids to Mom and Dads to have a night alone. I would cook him dinner and we could discuss our future and how we would handle it. He was more than willing to agree. He worked that day, the kids where in school and I took the day off work. I slept in got up around 10:30 AM. I ate breakfast and I took a long bath. It had been a long time that I had this much time to relax and have time to myself. It was wonderful. I am still in very good shape and have kept off most of the excess weight. With the exception of my hips and a few minor things, I like the way I look. I have kept my pussy trimmed but not shaved, so I decided to shave it. What an exciting feeling. I looked clean and innocent but I felt naughty. I put my makeup on, did my hair and put on a g-string, thigh highs, a short skirt, tight top (no bra) and heels. I didn't hear him come home for lunch. I was still in the bedroom getting. He didn't know that I stayed home. I was at the top of the stairs just ready to come down when I saw him take his food and go into his office. I waited for a minute to see why he was going into his office to eat. He was very adamant about not eating in the office because something could get spilled or something. He was almost obsessive about it. Soon, I heard moans and groans. He was watching porn. I stood frozen in shock. Bastard. My feelings were hurt. I was just about to go and confront him when I heard what he was watching. I snuck into the bathroom which was as close to the office as I could get. It sounded like he was watching some type of domination clip. Sure enough, but it wasn't a female, it sounded like a gay man. Worse yet, it was a transsexual. As I listened I started getting turned on. I slid my panties off so I have easy access. I was already wet not even realizing it. This transsexual was making the guy suck his cock. He was telling him to deep throat it and then, drink his cum. I heard my husband masturbating as was I. I was getting ready to come when there was a knock at the door. It must have sacred the shit out of my husband because there was a lot of commotion. I watched him hurry toward the door pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirt. It was the FedEx guy dropping something off. What luck, it was time for my husband to go back to work. So he grabbed his coat and brief case and left. I was hot and creamy. So what's a girl to do? I went into his office and sat down at the computer. I put my feet up on his desk and continued to watch and masturbate. Oh was it good. I changed my plans as far as controlling Harry. I still had all afternoon. At the suggestion of the e-mail from the dominatrix, I went to the adult book store. I bought hand cuffs, a couple of videos on domination, a strap on, cat o nine, tails, a short whip that was flat on one end, nipple clamps, a butt plug and some other items. The bill was over $350.00. I couldn't wait to get home to masturbate. I did it right there in the parking lot in broad day light. I can't believe how turned on I was. I was set on dominating him. I got home and got things ready. Because I spent to much time at the adult book store, I didn't have time to cook dinner. So when Harry got home I thought its Friday night I don't have to do anything but put my plan into action. I met him at the door seductively, kissing him and rubbing on him. I said follow me into the bedroom. We continued kissing passionately as we undressed. He told me to get up on the bed and get ready for him. I knew he was horny from this afternoon because he didn't cum so I complied. Normally I would have been pissed off at his aggressive attitude, but I had other plans. I was already wet from masturbating twice today. So he slid right in. After a few minutes, I told him I wanted on top. It was hard for him because he had this big fat belly that he always says I'll get rid of it. That too was going to change. As soon I got on top of him I reached under the pillow and hand cuffed him to the head board. It felt like such a victory, I stopped to look at him. His look was of excitement. I looked at him with a smart ass attitude and turned around on him and started doing him again while getting the leg restraints out and attaching them to him ankles. He wasn't going any where nor could he get to me so I stopped and got off him. He was bewildered. I just looked at him coldly and stood next to the bed. I told him I was home this afternoon while he was looking at porn. I took out the chastity belt and put it on him. I told him things were changing as of right now. I explained how it was going to happen – me in charge and him not. I told him depending how quickly he learned would be how quickly he would get the chastity belt off. He knew I was serious when I explained that the chastity belt had a remote and it would shock his cock and balls when he wasn't behaving. I showed him how it worked by slowly increasing the intensity. He growled "ok, I'll do what ever you want'. "Good". I said. "I am going to untie you and you will come into the bathroom", I instructed. I told him to bend over the tub. He did reluctantly. The dominatrix told me I would need to clean him out if there was to be any anal play. So I got out the enema bag, a rubber glove, and some lube. I slide my finger in his butt. He was looser than I expected so I pulled out one and slide in two. He actually pushed back to get it in further. I slide them in and out a few more times when he started moaning I pulled them out. Then slide the end of the enema tube in his butt and released the tube lock. The water was warm but it still shocked him to have water rushing into his bowls. He was moving around as the water went in. he said he couldn't take it, he wanted me to stop. I told him to shut up unless I asked him to respond. I pushed down on the small of his back with all my weight as I held the nozzle in his butt. After he took the bag I told him to lie there and hold it. I knew he wouldn't last long. I told him I was going out and when I return you had better have given yourself another enema and shaved your body from the neck down. He didn't say a word. After a couple hours I returned home. He was just coming out of the bathroom. It was not a pretty sight. While he is still in good shape he has put on some weight. I told him he was going on a strict diet starting tomorrow and if he didn't follow it there would be sever punishment. I explained to him that he would not spend any more money with out my approval. He started arguing with me so I ordered him into the bedroom. He refused so I shocked him. He complied. This was so simple and satisfy. I tied him to the bed face down. I got out the lube and squeezed out a glob on his ass crack and started massaging it into his hole. The first two fingers went in without much effort. The third was a bit more difficult, but I kept on pushing until his sphincter hit my third knuckle. Then I started massaging his prostate he was moaning and moaning. I had to be careful of my finger nails even though I had a rubber glove on. I kept massaging and feeling my way around, he was loosing. My arm was tiring so I took out my fingers and got out the butt plug. I lubed him up again and inserted the butt plug, hmmm shall we say not so tenderly. I pulled it back and forth several times then pushed it in as far as it would go and left it there. The e-mail stated I should not just start beating him when spanked him but I should start slow and deliberate. I started spanking his ass with my hand then my other. It wasn't long before my hands started hurting. I then started biting his ass. After about a dozen good bites in I got out the cat o nines and the short whip. I would use the cat o nines to warm him up and the short whip to give him some nice welts. I would switch between them taking my time. He started crying. THAT turned me on. I really gave it to him then. It didn't take long for him to give in and just lay there and sob. After I stopped spanking I scratched him with my finger nails a few times. Boy did he jump and scream. As I lessened the pressure of my finger nails to a light scratch, he stopped crying and started moaning and moving his ass back to my touch. I took hold of the plug and started moving it in little turns and thrusts. He started moaning more. I leaned close to his ear and whispered to him that I am going to fuck him in his ass. He said yessss. So I slowly pulled the plug out and slowly pushed it in a few times. I untied him and told him to get my strap on out of the drawer I pointed to and to help me put it on. I was completely aroused which helped the dildo for me slide right in. He snapped the rest of the harness on me. It was then, when he was looking up from me on his knees, I told him to suck me. He looked at me then the fake cock in front of him and slowly opened him mouth. He gingerly sucked up and down for a few minutes when I took the back of his head and pushed slowly and deliberately to the back of his throat, just like he has done so many times to me. He must have gagged a dozen times before I was through. It was time to fuck him. I pulled out his plug. Not having done this before I was careful not to fuck him with wild abandon. At least not right away. I went slowly but deliberately. He was barley moving not really comprehending what I was doing. After a few minutes I found how much of my cock he could handle and stared increasing my thrusting speed. He was actually pushing up to accept me. At this point I turned on the vibrating dildo that was in me and really went to town on him. I mean in him. ;) A few minutes later I started getting tired so I slowed and eventually stopped. I unbuttoned the plug and left it in him. I leaned back beside him. I was breathing heavy but I was still excited and wet. I started sliding my finger in my slit and over my clit. He turned his head my way to watch, it didn't take long for me to cum. I rolled to him and snuggled the best I could covering us both. He whispered to see if I was going to untie him. I told him no, go to sleep. Just before I dosed off I heard the strap on slid out of him with a gushy sound and a long moan from him. I smiled. Saturday morning to Harry asking me to untie so he could go to the bathroom. I told him yes and I told him to him to shower and shave. He was quite embarrassed so he quickly went into the bathroom. I told him he had 10 minutes and he had better be in the kitchen. We had a long talk that day and things have changed. I have a loving and caring husband who treats me like a queen. About once a month I treat him like a queen, if you know what I mean. I have a lot of fun tormenting him such as: He is outside sales which makes it fun to do creative things like make him put things up his butt or I will make him lunch and send it with him with a note of how I want him to put things in his butt or tie or tuck his cock. Things I have put in him are 1" ball bearings (2-4 are fun), sponge toy (you squish it to get it in him but it goes back to its original size inside him – careful), butt plug, water balloon filled in him, golf balls, marbles in a condom, rubber balls. I make him come up with ideas also. Other things I have done are; I had his cock pierced (the top of the head and a Prince Albert. I have stuck things like q-tips, small rubber tubing, and tubing for screen doors, nails and dandelion stems candy and plastic bb's inside his pee hole. I like chocolate and he does a lot for me so I reward him, and me, with a chocolate orgasm. I fill his urethra with Sixlettes candy, let them sit for about 10 minutes to get them warm and semi melted and mmmmmmmm. I alter his punishments to include: tacks in his under wear, pine cone pieces in his underwear, Vicks all over his genitals, shaving, waxing, tucking his penis and balls, wear little girl under wear with the back cut out so his ass cheeks are pulled apart and exposed, spanking, biting, clothes pins on the skin of his cock, balls ass and asshole, piercing, electro stimuli. There are a lot of ideas on the net. I would encourage a lot of communication between the partners. This ensures no permanent damage. Some training can be done by e-mail Motivating the Buyer The house was built on a rise, and the garden sloped gently down to the banks of the Hunter River. Willows and reeds lined the shore, and a few ducks busied themselves feeding in the water occasionally turning their tails up, as they lowered their beaks to the muddy bottom. I looked behind me. The house was impressive, a fine Georgian style home with 15 rooms, not counting bathrooms or laundry. It was very pleasant, but so were a lot of other houses. What I needed if I was going to decide to buy this one was some sort of extra inducement. Wild salmon or trout in the river, a healthy artistically inclined community. I needed something more than just a nice building in a convenient location to make any house grab me. The pavilion was set down near the river to the left of the parklike grounds. So that from the house it was a pretty structure on one side, and on the other was a collection of Japanese maples, which would glow with shades of red and orange in the right season. They formed a picture, the sloping green lawn with darker old pines at the sides of it, and at the end, the river, and sitting just in front of it on the left was the white, French inspired pavilion. The pavilion created a romantic effect with its pointed roof and high round topped window, opening out as they were now, their fine curtains catching in the breeze and drifting out of them occasionally, adding to the lightness and romance of it. And to the right of the vista, in the right season, would be the blaze of crimson from the Japanese maples. A bit lairy for my tastes, but still effective I imagined. It was summer now and the trees were not at their finest. I wandered down to the pavilion for a closer look. It was octagonal, with a tall wide curved topped French window set in each of it's sides, and today those on the sides facing the river and the park were open. I stepped up into the cool dimness of the interior. Pleasant, I thought. But for some reason it was furnished in Balinese carved teak furniture, the busyness and darkness of the timber at odds with the lightness and fragility of the pavilion itself. To one side was a canopied day bed, its three sides intricately carved, the cushions though cream and soft looking and the muslin curtains matching the fabric framing the tall glass windows. Two lounges cushioned in the same cream fabric faced each other across a full sized 'opium bed' coffee table. And to the side a small marble topped Dutch Indonesian reproduction table stood with two matching chairs. Again cushioned in cream. An ancient willow patterned tureen stood on top of it filled with overblown blossoms, the petals falling artistically on the marble. The only interior decoration that really appealed to me was the young man sleeping naked on the day bed. I had been encouraged to wander down this way by the real estate agent, Rosemary, who had implied I might find something here to help encourage me to buy the house. If the dark haired young man was meant to induce me, well he was certainly appealing to me in the right way now. And he was definitely causing a reaction. His back was towards me and his firm rounded butt, and full muscular thighs, were right there in front of me as I stepped up to the bed. I bent and kissed each firm round cheek and ran my tongue over them, he tasted fresh, just a hint of salt on a warm day. I ran a hand up over his thigh and along his side to the hidden head, nestled in a pillow cradled in his arms up in the far corner, where the day bed's side and back met. I ran my hand back down to the glossy hair on the back of his thighs and then slipped my fingers between his thighs. He moved languidly and made little muttering noises as if he was deeply asleep. I slipped my fingers out and was excited by his game. I bent and nibbled and licked his butt cheeks again. Then I continued on, up his muscular back as he moaned, and moved slightly, as if to escape me. He was a very good actor I decided. I was leaning over him now and ran my free hand over his hip and down into the hidden mass of his pubic hair, feeling his thick but still soft cock, and his balls hanging loosely across his lower thigh.. The pubic hair was thick, and his cock was already filling out under my exploring hand. Reasonable, I thought, as he moaned in his pretend sleep. I continued to stroke his dick playing with his cap and the slit, just enjoying the feeling of him stiffening. I was sitting on the edge of the bed now, and my other hand couldn't help moving between his cheeks. I stroked a finger across his hidden entrance. He twitched and seemed to jerk, as if waking suddenly, and then he was pulling his legs away and throwing an arm wildly back at me. "Hey," he cried, "Who are you?" as he crawled away, across the bed. I grabbed at his hips and pulled him back to me, as he pretended to escape. Now I knelt on the bed straddling his upper thighs, just below his butt, and gripped him tight between my knees. One hand planted itself in between his shoulder blades and I leant half my weight there, pinning him down. He stopped struggling as I licked two fingers, and he began moaning as I played them over his hole and pressed into it. "Who are you?" he suddenly asked again. "You're a god actor," I said and leant into him. "Give me a kiss." The first part of one finger took the first small step to the coming fuck, by passing through his puckered rim. And he turned his face to the side and let his lips meet mine. When our lips finally parted that finger, and the other, were both buried inside him, to the limit. He had gasped and tried to twist away at first as I moved them in and twisted them inside him, but I had held him fast. Now he was moaning in pleasure. Begging for more. I let him lift his arse then, and he pushed it back to me and spread his thighs further apart. I removed my fingers and kneeling on the bed between his spread thighs bent my head to lick him, as one hand went under and found his flapping, dripping rod and stroked that. I was using the pre cum to lubricate the helmet with my thumb, while my other hand tugged and rolled his balls. He came in shuddering bursts, spilling his cream out in long arcs over the cream covered bed. I returned my fingers to his passage. He moaned and I soon had worked in two from each hand, set at each side, pulling and spreading him so my tongue flicked in and out of the open entrance. He hissed, "Yes. Oh yes," and arched back to me. He reached back between his legs for my hard cock. I rolled him over then and he lifted one leg wide and planted the foot high up on one of the beds corner posts. The other he rested on my shoulder. I could see the dark pools of his eyes in the curtained dimness at the back of the bed, and saw his hands were white knuckled, gripping the carved wood of the back of the day bed frame. He was still tight, but I worked my cock in a couple of inches and twisted it. He arched his back, opening fractionally and I was in another inch. Pleased with his hissed cries of strain at taking me. I ran my hand up and down his arched torso rolling his hard nipples between finger and thumb, rubbing his belly to relax him, then forcing my way in as he cried out, "Yes. Yes." I took hold of his hips and moved up higher on the bed and moved to the side, not losing my place inside him as I turned him. He had known exactly what to do and now had his legs wide with each foot resting against a corner post as I knelt between his thighs fucking down into him, watching his face, and playing with his body. He still gripped the back of the day bed with one hand, the other gripping the side of it as he worked his arse back and forth in opposition to my fucking cock. And he cried out with pain and pleasure as I rode him and he vigorously joined the ride I came deep inside him, spilling several bursts into his channel, filling him and stroking his heaving belly as if easing the cum deeper into him. He wrapped his legs around me holding me there, sweat now glistening on both our bodies as our breathing settled. "So who are you?" he asked again. "The one you are supposed to be encouraging to buy this place," I replied smiling. As if he didn't already know. I was happy feeling his dick filling again under my stroking fingers, and filled and played his leaking slit with the tip of my little finger. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You know that? I knew Kyle was trying to sell this place, but there's no reason for me to try to induce you to buy it." "Sure," I said. "Anyway, what's the deal, do you come with the house?" I asked, smiling at him, because he was tempting me. . He laughed, and began to massage my dick with his arse. "And if I did? Would that really induce you to buy it?" he asked. I paused, looking down at him. "You, I want," I said, feeling my cock reloading inside him. "The house? Well there are lots of houses," I had no idea what I wanted except another round with his passage. "True," he said, "But my house is right on the other side of the river from this one," he added, looking up at me, smiling with lust filed eyes and arching his back and reaching to push my t shirt off, as I grew inside him. Motivation You are doing a beautiful job working your upper body. Your muscles are bulging in all the right spots and women around you are imagining themselves being lifted and pressed against walls with all their power and strength. Your body really is quite nice – strong, but not obnoxiously so. You still look like a straight man, but a strong straight man; the best kind. As you lift the weights again, watching your form in the mirrors, you catch the reflection of a woman eyeing you just before she hops on the treadmill. She is beautiful – full breasts, slightly curvy hips, a hint of an ass, pretty face, too. Luckily, you're a sucker for brunettes. Curious, you take advantage of your breaks to pass her gazing path, getting sips from the fountain as your cover. She's trying her best to not let you know, but she does watch you every single time, appreciating your fantastic body and how it moves through the room. As she runs, she begins a fantasy of her own; it helps pass the time. What a way to pass a Wednesday afternoon. Funny that they call it humpday. You notice after some time that she leaves the area and does not return. You also notice it's time for you to be leaving. So much for a possible opportunity to chat her up and find out more about her. Guess your left hoping you'll see her again sometime. Seems you're the expert on timing today – just as you get ready to leave, a large spinning class lets out. The showers are full when you get there but you've got places to be. You recall the family stall. That's right, the one that the owners made a big deal about; the one they made people sign wavers for, promising to not abuse it, or use it unless they were with small children or were themselves handicapped. Ah, but you've got an "in." You've made very good friends with the staff here and know they'll cut you some slack, just this once. To be on the safe side, you try for casually hurried as you make your way to the room. You're relieved to see it's not locked; and speed in, not noticing a single thing until you've entered and locked the door behind yourself. That's when you turn around; finally recognizing the sound of water already running. You turn around to see that beautiful woman from the treadmill, absolutely nude and completely absorbed in her own bathing rituals. She is even more beautiful when she's not covered in sweaty clothing and flushed with the exertion of exercise. Without thinking, you gasp and catch her attention. She opens her eyes and looks at you, but is quiet....She's smiling at you. You almost wonder if you should stay or go, and decide to stammer an apology. She looks at you innocently and honestly, asking you, "Sorry for what? I forgot to lock the door behind me, this was my mistake not yours." Realizing this is true, you drop your guard, and your towel, for a brief moment; revealing your true opinions of this woman. Your cock was so swollen, so hard that it would have been impossible for a blind man to not notice. Her only reply, "Look, you're here now so you might as well stay. Besides, you looked like you worked yourself so hard out there. Come here, warm up." Still wondering, you approach her slowly. She removes the shower handle, offering to help. "Sit down; let me get your hair." It's been so long since a woman has lavished so much attention on you that you can't help but sink completely into this moment. Her fingers work in such wonderful circles on your scalp. You don't know if you're going to fall asleep or pull her around you to kiss her on the lips. You opt instead for a low moan. She giggles softly and says, "That's better, isn't it? Now, stand up. Let's get the rest of you." After wetting her own sponge she hands you the shower handle to keep yourself wet and warm. With a fully foam-loaded sponge she takes the handle out of your hands and puts it back in place. She begins to stroke up and down your chest, stomach, pelvis, cock and balls slowly and lovingly; lavishing all sorts of attention to your body. When soaped up, and relaxed, she turns your chest to face the sprays of water and begins to share the love with your back, your bum; squatting behind you to finish off your legs and better admire your back side. "You know, you do have a fantastic body. It moves so nicely and you're clearly quite strong....Tell me, are you trying to become a body builder?" Lost in your own peaceful world you manage to utter a quiet "no." After planting a few gentle kisses on the backs of your thighs she replies, "Good that would be a horrid waste. You are perfect just the way you are." She turns you around so your back can be rinsed clean and begins to clean herself, as she had not yet had a chance. You tried to help, but she told you to simply relax under the water; just watch. Never one to argue with a lady you complied; but you were prepared to insist on rinsing her off. Holding the shower handle you let the water splash against her shoulders and run down her breasts and stomach. As you repeated on her back, you held her close to you, taking advantage to kiss her neck, then down to her breasts. She responded by pressing her body against yours, sneaking a hand between your bodies to wrap around your cock; you then rinsed her ass free of bubbles. Pulling back, you switched the setting on the head to pulse gently. You spread her legs apart, turned the handle upside down and made sure she was thoroughly clean from her clit to end of her cheeks; moving the spray back and forth very slowly. You loved watching her moan and bite her lower lip. You couldn't possibly hold yourself back for another moment. You turned her body around so she was pressed against the chilly tile wall, directly beneath the shower head and again spread her legs apart. Luckily, you only had a few inches on her, so moving down just a bit wasn't too much trouble. You teased her first by merely sliding the head of your cock back and forth against her slit, sliding one hand around to play with her clit at the same time. She wasn't much of one to be teased, though. Instead, she showed off a bit of her own strength by pressing her ass against your hips so fast and hard that you were knocked back a few inches. Quickly, she pulled back to balance her hands on the shower bench, spreading her cheeks and pussy open for you. She looked back at you with a smile that said I dare you. You've never been one to pass up a dare; and as you approached, she already had one hand waiting between her legs to escort you to your final destination. You slid into her so smoothly you wondered if she was real or a figment of your over-active imagination. Her ass slamming back into your pelvis brought you back to reality quickly and you were soon joining her thrust for thrust. She started fucking you back so wildly you had to hold onto her hips just to keep a good rhythm going. This made her holler like a succubus on her last fuck and it drove you past the point of no return. Every thrust – every pounding union of your bodies was more than you could handle. When she lifted her head higher you grabbed hold of the wet mass of hair that molded into a handle for you. She egged you on, "Yes, fuck me, now, hard, yes, oh, god, oh fuck, oh god... now, now.... Now.... Cum in me now, goddamnit, cum in me now." You got the full force of her own climax as she squeezed the hell out of your cock with spasm after spasm of delight. Again not being one to argue your body gave out as you shot stream upon stream of your seed into her waiting pussy. You caught your breath and your balance at the same time, being sure to not collapse on top of her. You each gave each other a final rinse and turned off the water. She patted your body dry and you returned the gesture. After a quick kiss on your chest she walked out the door to the women's locker room. You rushed back to your own locker, remembering you hadn't even gotten her name. As you left, you noticed she was only five feet ahead of you; but you couldn't chase after her. It might lead some to wonder what had happened; so you played it cool. You watched her walk up to another man, who stood, looking at his watch. "Hey, baby, sorry I'm late. Line at the showers." "Yeah, same in the men's room." He lowered his head to kiss her and your eye caught a glimpse of diamonds and gold on her left hand. "Did you have a good workout?" She sounded genuine enough in talking to him. "Very good, you?" "I'm absolutely exhausted....and starving." All three of you left out of the same door; she was in between. She turned to look at you, under the guise of being polite and holding the door open. She asked a question, but left it very open to interpretation. Looking you directly in the eyes she asked, "So, come back Friday then?" You nodded silently. He replied, "Sure, why not?" Motivation I was out on the downstairs patio on my workout bench. The kids were in bed and you were tucking them in. I decided to do a few sets while you were busy and then shower after you came in so we could go to bed. I was in just my boxers and had already worked up a slight sweat. The cool evening breeze kept me from getting too hot and sweaty. The girls must've gone right to sleep, because it didn't seem like I had hardly started when I heard a sound at the sliding door. I looked up and my eyes went wide. It was a good thing I wasn't lifting any of the weights right then or I would have dropped them. You were leaning against the doorframe with your hands behind your back, pushing your breasts up and out, and one ankle crossed in front of the other. It wasn't the pose that really got my attention, although it was very sexy. It was what you were wearing. You had put on your white eyelet bra and panty set, and you had put your hair into two ponytails with a pair of the girls' white hair-ties. And there was also the mischievous grin you were wearing. "Ready for bed, I see." I started to get up. "You don't have to stop on my account. I just thought I'd come out here and give you a little motivation. I mean, all that grunting and panting you were doing sounded sexy and I wanted to see if I could help in any way." The grin never left your face. Already I had started getting hard just looking at you standing there. I wanted to just get up and throw you onto the bed, but I also figured you had something fun in mind so I decided to play along. "Well, if you want to help, you could spot for me." "How do I do that?" "OK. Stand over here behind my head and as I lift my arms, you help support them so I don't drop the weights on myself. It's usually more important toward the end of the set when my arms are getting tired. " You walked over behind my head as I lay back down. I picked up the weight again to do another set. As I looked up I could see you had positioned yourself right above my head. You placed your feet far enough apart that you had separated the two halves of your crotchless panties. Seeing your sex so close only made me harder, creating a tent in the front of my boxers. I started the set. Lifting the weights easily at first, I saw you looking toward my waist more than the weights. I also noticed your sex lips start to glisten as you became aroused. At '7' I started to strain and my hard-on popped out through the fly. You reached down to support my elbows as I lifted the weights a little slower. However, you didn't just bend over and grab my arms. You squatted. This brought your lips down within inches of my face. If it was possible, I'm sure my staff got a little harder each time you squatted. And by the time I reached '10' and was straining to lift the weights, I smiled at your motivation: "Come on, honey, get it up. Get it up!" "Very good, honey." You said. "You get a prize!" And you leaned over top of me, placing your hands on the bench on either side of my waist, until your head was over my shaft. You kissed the tip of my staff a couple times, and then I felt you lower your mouth onto me. But I wasn't just lying there enjoying my prize. Your position had placed your panty-clad love flower nearly on my face. I raised my chin a little and stuck out my tongue. It slipped through the parted cloth of your panties and into your sex. The nectar of your flower was intoxicating. But before I could do more than just taste you, you lifted your head with a slurp and stood up. "Ready to do another set?" You asked. "If that's my prize for 10, yeah, I'll do more!" I picked up the weights again and started another set. This time, you started helping at 6. I inhaled your woman scent with every breath. At 8, I lifted my head as you squatted down and darted my tongue to your lips. "No. No. Not till 10." And you quickly raised your sex out of reach of my tongue. And again at 10 I got my prize. You leaned over me and kissed my still hard and exposed manhood, then took me into your mouth. And I snaked my tongue into your panties and between your sex lips. But only for a brief moment. You wouldn't do more than two or three strokes with your mouth before you stood up. We did this for two more sets, giggling at the fun we were having. But I couldn't lift those weights indefinitely. So I changed exercises. I adjusted the bench so that it now looked like a high-back chair. I sat down and picked up the weights again. "It's basically the same thing as before, but this time I'm sitting up." "Where do you want me to stand?" You asked. "Well, normally the spotter is behind the bench. But I think you'd do better standing in front." I said with a smile. You stepped in front of me, opening your legs to straddle my lap. But instead of standing there like I expected, you slowly sat down onto my lap. Only it wasn't exactly my lap you sat on. You reached down and guided my shaft to touch your lips then eased yourself onto me. As you settled onto me, you smiled and said, "OK. Ready when you are." As I lifted the weights over my head, I felt me slide out of you an inch or two. But when the weights were lowered, the easing of the strain pushed me right back in. It was an incredible feeling, the muscle strain in my arms as I struggled to lift the weights and your hot, wet sex surrounding my manhood as I slid in and out. I had to stop after only two sets. "I want to cum so bad but I have one more exercise to do. Then I'm all yours, if you don't mind me sweaty." "If I minded you sweaty, I wouldn't be here right now. And I do want you to finish your workout." You slowly stood up, my staff glistening with your love fluids in the porch light. "How can I help you with this one?" "I don't think you can on this one." I stood up and stepped away from the bench. "All I do is lift the weights up and down with my arms held out in front of me." I did a couple lifts to show you. Keeping my arms straight, I lifted the weight in front of me until my arm was parallel with the ground then lowered it again. Alternating arms, my body would rock back and forth as my center of balance shifted when the weights were out in front. "Oooh. I know how I can help!" You turned the bench around and bent over at the waist and placed your palms on the seat. "Come here." I stepped up beside you. "No, silly. Get behind me." I stepped behind you and you reached between your legs to find my manhood. Once again I felt the heat of your sex surround my shaft as I slid inside you. "Now, go ahead and do your exercise." So I did. I don't know why I didn't think of it. As my body rocked back and forth, my shaft slid in and out of your womanhood. Oh! You felt so good! I never thought lifting weights could be this much fun! You moaned every time I lowered a weight and pushed inside you. I no longer was thinking of sets. I just kept lifting and lowering. I didn't even know how many I had done. We were loving each other and there was nothing else. It didn't take long. I felt the orgasm coming. I dropped the weights to the ground and pulled out of you. A little surprised, you stood up. I picked you up, and with your legs wrapped around my waist; I carried you to the bed. I laid you down on the edge of the mattress and pushed myself back inside you. Your legs were still around my waist and you used them to pull me hard into you every time I thrust. And it didn't take too many thrusts. I was there! A grunt/thrust and my shaft exploded with love inside you! I slammed against you as the orgasm rocked my body. Another, and more love fluid filled your womanhood. My pelvis slapped yours. My manhood rammed in and out of you. We were one. Our love held us together as we shared this most precious moment of time. Slowly, my body relaxed. Your hands roamed my sweat-coated body. My eyes watched yours as they followed your hands. "I like helping you workout." You said with a smile.