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One Night

By: dash42



We sit together, quietly talking. We have been this way for a time. The talk begins to wind down and we become more self-conscious. The talk has been pleasant and covered many things, however we both feel a little awkward at this juncture. Though this has been building for some time, the first encounter is always a bit uncomfortable. We must decide to continue or to depart, gong along as we have been, flirting, and dancing around the issue. Occasionally stealing the passionately restrained kiss and hug. We both feel the urge to go further, but both are afraid to do so, hindered by our own fears. My own, that you will find me lacking. Yours? I haven't a clue.

I move, finally. I turn toward you and lightly kiss your cheek. You turn your face to me and return the kiss. It draws on, becoming passionate and urgent. Your hands behind my head hold me in place, controlling the pace of the kiss. I run my hands over your arms, shoulders, working up toward your face. I gently caress your cheeks as I kiss you, You lean back, drawing us down to lie together on the bed, holding each other. 

You're beautiful, I tell you. 

My right hand begins to trace its way along your left side, working from your shoulder to your knee, which is as far as I can reach. I resume kissing you, while my hand works its way up and down your side. You respond with a similar motion, your left hand tracing between my shoulder and hip. I caress your cheek as I kiss you, slowing breaking from your wondrous lips to gently kiss your neck, working down the side of your throat. Your response to this is to gently turn my face up, meeting my eyes. Such beautiful eyes you have, the soft lighting of the room sparkling in them. 

Lie still, you say, gently pushing me on to my back. You begin kissing me as your fingers deftly unfasten my shirt buttons. Your fingers trace circles upon my chest, gently tugging the hairs they encounter. This causes me to squirm slightly, but you continue your caressing exploration of my chest. Your kisses work down one side of my throat and up the other and I feel twinges of desire is certain areas of my anatomy. You quietly reposition so that your legs are outside mine, laying full length upon me, snuggling close.

We remain thus for a time, my member becoming painfully cramped, a hard lump you can feel on your stomach. I gently stroke your back through the material of your dress, wondering if you will allow me to remove it. Our kisses continue and I feel your nipples poking my chest, increasing my desire. I slowly start to slide one of the straps of your dress down your arm, stopping at your elbow and running my fingertips across your smooth skin. You respond by tightening your embrace and kissing me more passionately. I slowly repeat the process on the other arm, savoring the feel of your soft skin, the way your breasts mush against my chest, anticipating their look and feel.

A soft sigh of pleased contentment escapes you, one which I echo. You push up slowly, rising to your knees. The pressure of your pelvis upon me is delightfully pleasant. Once you have reached a comfortable position, you slowly withdraw your arms from the straps of your dress. A playful smile graces your lovely mouth as you hold it in position, building the anticipation I feel. I squeeze my lower muscles, sends a pulse through my erection, a pulse that causes your smile to broaden a bit. 

I lift my hands to your dress, just under your arms preparing to lower it. You allow this, and trap my hands in place for a moment. You retain them in this position and lean forward, gracing my lips with a tender kiss before returning to your kneeling pose. I work a hand loose, running it down the front of you, gently caressing your breast. 

Would you lift up for a second? I really need to reposition a certain something. 

A gentle smile answers me, but you raise your pelvis a couple of inches allowing me to slip a hand in and do what I must. I am massively tempted to rub you, but I pass, preferring to wait. 

Thank you. That's much better, I say as you settle back down. The bulge of my erection is obvious as it continues to seek release from my trousers. The feel of my straining penis causes you to wiggle your hips, teasing me. I groan in pleasurable frustration, anxious to have you lift your arms so I may remove the wrapping. The playful smile still graces your lips as you lift your arms. I slowly lower the top of your dress, exposing your strapless bra and lovely skin a little at a time. I carefully gather the material of your dress around your hips and gaze upon you. Oh my, I breathe. You are so beautiful. The sight of your breasts, albeit within the confines of a lacy bra causes my penis to twitch. I slowly run my hands up along your flanks, reaching up to your shoulders, then down along as much of your back as I can reach. I retrace this lovely path, finally resting my hands upon the back of your hips. I sit up to hold you, the feel of your bra an exciting trail across my chest.

Oh, that feels so much better, I murmur. I begin kissing your neck, working my way to a cheek, then your delicious mouth. Your tongue is hot against my own, the dance frantic. I feel your hips moving in unconscious rhythm, back, forth, up, down. I encourage this by shifting my own hips up and down, wanting to be in you, but willing to wait. As our kiss breaks, I sigh in contended bliss. My hands, which have been in constant motion over your back and arms, find your pert breasts, softly caressing them through the material of your bra.

Hmmm, you murmur. Are you sure you can't find the catch?

I had done so, as soon as I had lowered your dress. My hands gently move into a position to unbuckle the catch, pausing to allow you one more chance to change your mind. Not that I would be pleased, mind you; just something I feel I must do. You hold me lightly, allowing me a little space o glance down, if necessary. I don't need to look, the fastener releases on the first attempt and I remove the contraption that has obscured your marvelous flesh. The sight of your lovely breasts causes me to sigh, and the feel of them in my hands has been worth waiting for. After caressing them lightly, feeling your nipples rise against my palms, I lean down to kiss them lightly. This elicits another pleasurable sigh from you.

I lean back, drawing you down atop me again. Our tongues have resumed their mad dance, and my excitement is almost unbearable. I break our kiss, holding you tightly to me, marveling in the feel of your tits against my chest. You snuggle into a more comfortable position as I relax my hold running my hands over your exposed back as we lie together, quietly enjoying the candlelight and the moment.

We continue to enjoy the pause for awhile, caressing each other. After a time, you begin to lightly kiss my chest, working your way down. When you reach my pants, you unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. When you are finished, you return to the position from which you started. 

Oh, I groan. Did you have to stop? I wonder.

You respond to this with a kiss. I stroke your back, and your fine hair as your hands work further down. You grasp the top of my pants and give a slight tug, encouraging me to lift up. I do so, and you work my trousers off, leaving my underwear on. The tip of my erection is visible over the waistband. You lightly run you hand along the length of my covered member, avoiding the exposed tip. I groan as you move you hand back to my stomach, repositioning your crotch over me. 

As you settle yourself comfortably, we continue our tongue dance. I stroke your hair, your back, wanting to roll over and remove the rest of your clothing. I shift my weight, trying to roll over atop you, which you resist, instead you shift to one side, placing both of your legs over one of mine, and you work my underwear down, exposing my erection. You gently stroke me, arousing me with direct physical contact. It is nearly too much for me.

Stop, I breathe. You're going to make me climax, I warn you. 

You respond by squeezing me, causing me to groan. I place a hand upon your chest, softly stroking your nipples, caressing your stomach, my hand wandering lower. I stop at the bunched material of your dress and gather a bit, trying to push down. 

No, not the dress, you say as you move my hand to your underwear. 

OK, I reply, lightly running my hand over your wet crotch. I slip a couple of fingers under the leg band, rubbing your lips directly. A hmmm from you is encouraging, but instead I move them to the top of your panties, slipping them over your hips and sliding them down your thighs. You lift your legs slightly during this, allowing me to push your underwear to your knees. You finish the removal of the soaked garment, repositioning yourself next to me, holding my cock while I rub your pussy.

I want you, you whisper, I want you to make love to me.

I will, I tell you. I want to make you climax first.

A moan of pleasure is your answer, along with a somewhat more rapid grinding of your pelvis against my palm. I slowly lie you down on to your back, kissing my way down your luscious body while I reposition slightly. My cock is now along side of you, at a comfortable stroking distance, my tongue dancing along your inner thighs, the scent of your arousal filling my nose.

You gently stroke me as I lick my up your inner thigh, drawing me closer to you the closer I come to your pussy. I brush my tongue over the lips of your soaking pussy as you begin to rub my erection across your breast. I feel your nipple rubbing against the head of my cock, and am about ready to explode, I gently suck your lips into my mouth as you continue rubbing, tasting your delicious juice. 

I'm gonna cum, I breathe. I'm so close; my cock is starting to swell against your nipple. You're gonna make me cum, I tell you again. You respond by lifting my erection from your breast, and increasing the pace of your hand, urging me on. 

Oh, yes! I'm cumming, I say as my cock explodes, my orgasm landing on your chest. You continue to hold me until you are sure I've finished, then you rub my still hard member across your breasts, smearing my cum around with it. As you're doing this, my lips have closed around your clit, and I can feel your pulse through the engorged nerve bundle. I spread your lips apart with one hand while the other keeps your clit exposed, allowing me to lick the entire delicious length of your vaginal opening with my tongue. 

Hmmm, you murmur as my tongue slips off your clit on the first trip down, that's nice. I continue my journey south, pausing at the bottom to lick deeply of the pooled juice there. My tongue darts quickly into you, drawing little murmurs of contentment from you. I retrace the path back to your clitoris, giving the lovely nub a gentle nip when I reach it. The down, up, nip pattern continues for a few minutes, until I sense you starting to tense for orgasm. I pause, blowing air gently across your exposed button, causing you to suck air through your teeth. 

hunn, you whimper during this. Why did you stop? I was real close. 

I know. I didn't want you to climax just yet, just be patient a little while longer.

Hmmm, you murmur. I feel you stroking me, keeping me hard. I glance up and see you playing with your tits, lightly pulling your nipples. 

Aroused, I ask, knowing that you are. I've been sipping at your juices for the last few minutes, and I return to the pleasant task of eating you. I blow some more air across your clit before I resume licking, causing a slight shudder to pass through you. My tongues dances over and into you, causing your hips to rise ever so slightly, I know your very close now.

Hold on, I tell you, rising from the bed to find my pants. 

Where are you going? Nowhere. See I'm coming back. I return quickly, smiling gently as I resume my position. Here, I hand you a condom. Put this on me, please. I sense your shrug, but I hear you tear open the package, removing the condom. 

Why lubricated? 

All I had available. Sorry if it doesn't appeal. I resume lightly licking you, with the addition of a couple of fingers that are sliding in and out of your soaking pussy. I feel you place the blasted thing over me, sliding it down the entire shaft, rubbing me through the infernal latex. 

I hear you giggle. What's this? Slight ribbing. I sigh, but continue licking your delightful juices, sucking your clit, my fingers increasing their pace. The giggles shortly turn into moans as my ministrations continue. Your hips rise slightly off of the bed, and I can hear your breathing increase its pace. You are very close. I nip gently upon your clit, causing you to gasp slightly. My fingers are continuing their work, the rhythm a constant in/out driving you closer to a powerful orgasm.

Don't stop, I hear you whisper. Make me cum, please.

I bite harder than previously, just enough to let you feel the teeth, while I pinch your vulva. A groan escapes you, and your hips increase their action. Close? I teasingly ask. I know you're right on the edge, and I position myself between your legs, my teeth lightly grasping your clit during the maneuver, causing gasps of pleasure.

Oh, yeah, oh yeah. I'm cumming, I hear. I clamp my lips down upon your clit as I feel it throb in release. Your hand on the back of my head pulls, keeping me in place, moaning out your orgasm. Hmmm, I hum against your throbbing nub. Oh, shit. Stop. Make love to me.

I crawl forward, placing the tip of my latex covered cock against your pussy, teasing you with anticipation. You refuse to be teased and pull me into you, letting out a loud groan as I reach full penetration, the ribbing adding somewhat to the sensation. I lean forward to kiss your cheek, not being sure if you want to kiss a mouth that's covered in your juices.

I work my penis in/out slowly, building a rhythm, and trying to establish some delay in my own orgasm, an event I felt building as soon as I entered you. In, rotate hips, out; repeat. This continues for a time while I suck on your nipples. You pull my face to you and kiss me full on the mouth, causing me to increase my pace. 

Harder, faster, you whisper feeling another orgasm rapidly approaching. I thrust harder, increasing the pace, trying to bring you off again. 

Hmmm, your pussy feels so good around me, I whisper in your ear. 

Ung, yeah. Fuck me harder, I'm close. You rake your fingers across my back, trying to pull me in. Harder and faster, the pace continues. Your hands are on my ass, pulling me into you still harder. Your legs are wrapped around my back, and I can hear your passionate cries of pleasure as you reach another climax. 

Do you want me from behind, I ask. I know from previous experience with others, that I will achieve slightly deeper penetration and fuller contact between your clit and my cock. You shake your head no, maybe later. OK, I reply. Pausing for a moment halfway out before trusting in to the fullest penetration yet. Oh, fuck yes, you moan. That feels so good. Make me cum again. 

Turn over, I reply. You do not answer verbally; instead you wrap your legs about me, hold me close and roll me onto my back. Your dress covers our intimate joining and I move to lift it over your head. You stop me, placing my hands on your hips, rocking back and forth, and grinding your clit against me. 

Oh, yeah. You look lovely, impaled upon me. I sit up to suckle upon your lovely breasts, nipping your nipples, causing pleasurable gasps to escape you. As I'm sucking your nipples, I can feel you increasing the pace of your hips, trying to bring me off. A final nip and I lie back, allowing you to control the pace for now.

Back and forth, up and down, your lovely pussy works my cock, driving us both closer to another climax. Again and again you repeat the pattern, my hands simply providing support on your hips. I begin to feel the pressure building and I begin to guide your motions, altering the pattern, trying to stimulate us both. One hand reaches under your dress, finds your clit and begins to rub.

Oh, fuck, you whisper. That feels so good. I want us to cum together. I respond by removing my hand from your clit, placing both upon your hips. I hold you slightly off of me, just the head of my dick in you.

Oh, cum, baby. I hear. Make me cum. 

Rub your clit, I tell you.

Mmmmm, you reply, your fingers dancing over your button.

Cumming, I ask. I'm about ready; you can feel the head of my cock swelling.

Mmm, hmm you reply, your finger dancing lightly over your clit, brushing my cock. 

Good, I say as I pull down on your hips as I thrust upward. 

A loud cry of pleasure issues from your throat as I add my own statement to our combined orgasm. My hands continuing to guide you up/down on my exploding cock, the tight rubber keeping me hard.

Oh, fuck, I hear you cry. I'm still cumming! 

I continue to thrust until you lean forward to kiss me. We hold the final passionate embrace for several minutes, until out breathing slows and my flaccid cock slips quietly from you. We continue to embrace, enjoying the afterglow, our physical passion spent.

Thank you, I quietly say. 

For what?

Allowing me to make love to you. Allowing me to hold you. Your powerful embrace is all the answer I need, and I kiss your head gently. Saying good night for now, holding you in my arms as you sleep, peacefully contented.

One Night



When He came in, she was exactly as He told her to be. Naked, kneeling with legs spread wide, hair brushed down (not pulled up like she usually keeps it), arms behind her head, and eyes downcast. He stood there looking at his slave. The candles cast a soft glow on her skin, accenting her deep blush. He could smell her excitement. A smile played across His lips. 

He decided that tonight he would bring her to her limits, gently though. He didn't care if it took hours. He wanted to see how far she could and would be able to go for him. He would start her off slow and bring her up one notch at a time adding in reassurance to keep up her confidence. she needed that. 

Quietly, He told her to greet him. she crawled to his Him. she kissed his feet and his groin then returned to the position He had warned her to keep tonight. He smiled. He told her to unzip him; she knew what he expected from that command. she unzipped his pants, took him out, and loved him with all her heart. she wanted him to give her that one special gift tonight. she sighed when he relented and came in her mouth. For her, that is one of the most special gifts he gives her. she lapped up every glistening drop he gave her and proceeded to kiss his feet in thankful reverence. 

He smiled, and petted her hair and told her to put the foot stool in the center of the room. she crawled to the footstool and put in the center, then returned to her commanded position. By now He was sitting in the chair. He told her to kneel on it and put her hands on the floor so that her arse was in the air. she blushed but did it. He let her stay that way for a little while. He was going to take his time and enjoy every moment of her discomfort. 

Spread your legs, slave, so I can see everything i own. Again, he smelled her excitement. 

He came up behind her and began rubbing her ass in gentle circles. Smack, Smack, Smack. He began. Not hard at all, just enough to get her attention. He slid a finger between her lips. 

My pussy is wet, does this mean My slave is happy. Yes, Master, your slave is very happy. Good. Smack, Smack, Smack. He began again. He continued until her ass and thighs were red and his hand hurt. she is always grateful for that kind of intimacy. He took off his belt and began the second round of strokes with that. Still not as hard as He know she can take but he still wanted her well warmed up. They had all the time in the world tonight. 

When her ass and thighs were sufficiently dark enough he let her up. she stood there, eyes down, a little uncomfortable, but beaming like a beacon. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. she sighed. They embraced. He grabbed a handful of her mane, He pulled her head back to savage her mouth. He was going to conquer her one cell at a time tonight. her passion was ignited and fanned. He told her to kneel and wait. she already had her ankle cuffs on, now He held out her wrist cuffs. He wants her to put them on as a sign of her willingness to trust him. He loops rope between the cuffs so her wrists are together and ties her to the ring over the doorway. she automatically spreads her legs for Him. He ties them apart. He runs his hands through her hair and then over her body. her nipples are erect from His touch. He pulls at them and rolls them. He gathers her hair and puts it over one of her shoulders out of the way for now. 

He presents the flogger to her and she kisses it. The first stroke falls hard to get her attention. He lightens up, and slowly brings her to her destiny. It could have been hours or it could have been minutes. Time stood still. The lashes kept falling slowly at first. Harder and faster cogently. like an opera the actors danced with the heavy music, singing, the audience not knowing what will come next. The energy building towards the crescendo. The intensity building faster, harder. she finally cried out. He whispered to her just a few more. her head fell back, her hair spill out. Just two more, will you take just two more. Yes, Master, i will. Crescendo. He gave her the two more and then kissed her temple. 

He untied her and laid her on the floor. Burying His face in her essence, He started to make love to slave. she extended her limits for Him. He was proud of her. 

He began kissing her slowly to torment her. Slowly, up her body. He cradled her head and took her mouth with His. He entered her and conquered the last remaining cell--her heart.



One Night



She was so nervous as the elevator took her up to the correct floor. She smoothed her hand over her skirt and tried to imagine her hands weren't as clammy as they felt. She looked at the numbers as they flashed and quickly removed her coat. It was suddenly very hot.

There were only three floors to go and suddenly she got a naughty idea. Without thinking she reached under the long skirt and pulled off her panties. She stuffed them into her purse as she straightened her skirt again. She smiled pleased with herself. If someone had been waiting and the elevator door had opened as she was taking them off, she would have been mortified.

She watched as the elevator opened and felt the pounding of her heart. Maybe she should just go. He would never know she had been here. But what's the point of coming this far only to leave? She should leave, she really should. She could be setting herself up for trouble or something worse.

Calm down! She snapped in her head. He can't be all that bad!

She walked down the hall looking at the door numbers. When she came to the right one she stood there for a minute unsure what to do. She knew she should knock but somehow she just couldn't make the simple movement. Her heart was beating frantically, she was sure he could hear it through the door. She took a deep breath and walked away from the door hoping to calm down. She stopped walking when she saw she was back at the elevator, her hand near the button.

She took another deep breath trying to slow her heart. She can do this. Knocking on the door doesn't take much. Maybe she could knock and run. No, that would be stupid and childish. She went back to the door holding her hands to keep them from shaking.

Just knock on the damn door! She thought angrily to herself. She couldn't believe she was acting like this. She's just meeting another human being. There's nothing wrong with that, even though her heart still hadn't slowed down. She knocked and forced herself to stay still. She wanted to bolt; dear God how she wanted to run and hide. 

She was thinking maybe she should, but before she could turn to go, the door opened and there he stood. He looked at her and smiled, leaning against the door, as she felt her heart give a jolt.

"Well," he said softly, his voice sounding surprised and very seductive at the same time. That one word held a lot of promise of things to come...if she was a good girl. The look in his eyes said the same thing while he looked her. "I didn't think you'd show."

She very well couldn't stand here silently while he looked at her, so she said the first thing that came to her mind, "Hello."

His smile widened as he opened the door to let her pass. She walked in sitting down in a chair and watched as he closed the door. The nervousness was bordering on terror, but she wouldn't let herself concentrate on it. She walked over to him and kissed him softly on the lips. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him. She could feel how hard he was through the thin material of her skirt and the feel of his hard dick excited her. She moaned against his lips and pressed harder against him. 


He walked her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. His thumbs rubbed against her nipples through her shirt and she moaned again.

"Take off your shirt," he said softly.

"Right now?" she asked.

He nodded. "Take it off. Now." His voice was full of command.

She took off the shirt letting it fall to the floor without a moment's notice. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. He sat down on the bed kneading her breasts. She leaned into him as he reached around and unsnapped the bra, pulling it from her shoulders and tossing it to the floor.

"Oh my," he said softly before burying his face in them, his lips finding a nipple and sucking it between them. She moaned arching her back and running her fingers through his hair. He bit and nibbled on one before moving his head to the other one and giving it soft, slow attention.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. Her fingers clenched in his hair and she forced herself to relax them. She could feel his hands move along her sides slowly. They moved in almost a searching manner before he stopped and drew away from her to look at her. "What's this?" he stroked her upper thigh. "Aren't you wearing any panties?"

She shook her head, embarrassed now. He smiled and placed a hand under her skirt, moving his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh. He stroked her once, his smile widening when he found out how wet she was.

"Naughty girl," he said softly. He kept one hand on her mound as the other came around and smacked her playfully on the ass. She placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her steady. "What am I going to do with you?" 

She looked down at him unsure if she was supposed to answer the question or not. She supposed not when he started stroking her pussy again. His fingers moved in slow teasing circles around her clit and she gasped.

"Damn, baby, you are so wet. " he said. "And I haven't even done anything." He smiled mischievously. "You want me bad don't you?"

She nodded, eyes closed, concentrating on the feelings she got as he slowly fingered her clit. She gasped when he pressed it hard and tightened her grip on his shoulders. Her hips began to move slowly against his hand as soft mewling sounds escaped her throat.

He groaned, kissing her breast before biting down hard bringing another gasp from her. A chuckle escaped his throat as he rolled his tongue around the hardened nipple. He quickened the movements of his hand and her mewling became full deep-throated moans.


"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried as fast as she could draw breath.

He knew when she was close. He could feel it in the way her hands gripped his shoulders, the way her breath was coming in heavy pants. He quickly removed his hand from under her skirt. She groaned in frustration at not being able to cum. She opened her eyes and looked at him unbelievingly.

He smiled lifting his pussy soaked fingers to his lips and licking them slowly. "We had a deal," He said when he was done. "You give me what I want, then we have fun." He reached down and unfastened his pants, moving the zipper down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come on, baby," he whispered. "Be good to me."

She sank to her knees hesitantly. She wasn't sure she could do this. She wanted to suck his cock so bad but to swallow his cum as well? She had never done it before and she wasn't sure she wanted to start now. It looked disgusting in porn tapes, but then they weren't swallowing it now were they? Movies exaggerate things anyway to make it more appealing to other people. She stood there on her knees staring at his cock as he held it in his hand, softly massaging the head with his thumb. She got wet just watching him do it.

"Come on, baby, it's waiting for you." He said.

Damn he looked big, maybe too big. Nah, she could fit him in her mouth. Maybe not all of him, but most of him could get in there without choking her. Hell she wanted to know what he tasted like, might as well give it a shot. You only live once right? She wrapped her fingers around his cock stroking it once to get the feel of it. It was warm, damn near hot as she moved her fingers on him. He groaned, closing his eyes and whispering softly, "Yes, baby, that's it."

She loved the sound of his voice when he groaned. She smiled and leaned over to take him into her mouth. She licked the very top of the head moving her tongue in a slow circle. She liked the color it turned as she did it so she did it again. Oh damn the groan that came from him when she stuck her tongue right in the hole! It got her so hot she quickly took his hard cock in her mouth and sucked it. She did it softly testing the feel of him in her mouth. She moved her tongue along the underside of the shaft and drew away sucking harder as it came out. She took him in her mouth again and again sucking harder and harder until it almost hurt her mouth. 

His hands were in her hair pushing her head down on him almost faster than she wanted to. When she moved away and just held him in her mouth he impatiently pushed her head down and she laughed to herself. He wanted this so bad. She sucked and licked and when her mouth was tired she stroked him, gripping him firmly. His head was thrown back, his hands tightening in her hair. She knew he was close so she went back to sucking him. She loved the sounds he made. They made her just as hot as his kisses.

"Oh, shit!" he cried. 

She felt his cock jerk in her mouth and harden just before he shot his load. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying to ignore the taste. She closed her eyes and took it all, hoping none would escape her lips. After a while his cum stopped but he still held her hair. She sucked him one last time, drawing away slowly, and licked his cock as it got soft. She licked her lips and looked at him. He was watching her every movement and she ducked her head in embarrassment.

"No, don't." he said, placing his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to his. "That was wonderful." He said softly.

She shrugged, still embarrassed. "Glad you liked it,"

He kissed her lips, softly at first then harder. She moaned pressing herself against him. He lifted her skirt, his fingers quickly moving to her clit. He was so surprised at how wet she was. His fingers were slick from her pussy in an instant. He played with her clit loving the way she moaned and the look on her face. She bit her lower lip, frowning, and grabbed his hand. She shoved his fingers into her and began to ride his hand.

Surprised at her bold movement he pulled her close and laid her on the bed. His fingers never left her and now that she was on her back he moved his fingers more slowly. Her hips rose with every thrust of his hand and a loud moan escaped her. He leaned over her as she writhed and kissed her. Hungrily, her tongue went between his lips searching for his. She tasted him, licking and prodding with her tongue. He mimicked her and when his tongue was between her lips, she sucked it similar to the way she had done his cock. She moaned as she sucked on his tongue biting down softly on it. 

Quickly she released him and brought her lips to his neck. Her tongue streaked across his vein, leaving a hot wet trail. He moaned and she licked him again before biting on his pulse. He cried out in surprise, his fingers thrusting hard into her. She moaned into his neck, her body jerking with the movement of his hand. She sucked on his neck and began to move her hips against his hands making soft whimpering sounds.

His thumb stroked her clit as he moved them in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

"Harder!" she cried out. "Do it harder, baby!"

She heard him groan and she smiled before biting him again. He pulled his fingers out of her and removed his shirt and pants. "I can't take it anymore!" he said. "I need to be inside of you."

Eagerly she removed her skirt and opened her legs as he lay on top of her. She didn't think he'd get hard again so fast, but she wasn't complaining. He rubbed his dick against her wet pussy and groaned. She opened her legs wider so he could rub her clit too. She moved her hips slowly against him, opposite his movements.

"Damn, how can you be so wet?" he asked in wonder. He kissed her lips moving down to her neck and bit her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his hair. She wanted him inside of her so bad it hurt. He was sucking softly on her neck when she pulled his head up.

"I want you inside me." She said, never taking her eyes from his. "Now."

He smiled and thrusted his hips against her. "Turn over then," he said, moving off of her.

She rolled over onto her stomach then got on her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips, pulling her hard against him, his cock hitting her clit. She groaned moving her hips frantically. He held her fast not letting her move. He rubbed his dick between her ass cheeks before stroking her wet pussy with it. He fingered her hole then went back to her pussy. He did it again and again, lightly brushing her clit. He spread her cheeks with his hands positioning his cock at her rear entrance. He held the head of his cock right there not moving. 

She moaned again moving her hips up and down. "Please!" she cried.

"Not yet," he said softly, his voice filled with mild amusement. "Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it."

She wanted to cry. She wanted him so bad and now he wanted her beg. Did she really need to? Couldn't he tell how bad she wanted him? She moved her hips again trying to get him inside of her. He slapped her ass hard enough to sting.

"Bad girl," he chided softly. "Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you need it. You won't get it unless you do."

She closed her eyes feeling how close he was to being inside her. "I want it." She said softly. "I need it. Please, baby, put it in. I want to feel you inside of me, fucking me hard. I want you to make me scream and cum for you. I want to feel you pounding my ass until I can't move! Please! Don't play anymore, put it in! Please, baby, please!"

He smiled. "You want it that bad?"

"Yes!"

He pushed the head of his cock into her slowly. "You're sure?"

Her body shook at the feel of him inside of her. It was only a little and she wanted him all. She moved again, and again he held her still. "Please!"

He pushed in a little more. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me! Baby, fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He groaned, thrusting his hips until he was buried in her to the hilt. He held her there feeling her body tighten around his cock. He groaned again pulling out a little before moving back in slowly. He did it again and again until he found a rhythm. 

"Like this?" He asked, moving faster.

"Yes! Oh yes!" she cried. She moved her hips back impaling herself on him. "Harder!"

He complied moving harder and faster. There were no words now, just the sound of his groans and heavy breathing as he rode her. She screamed calling his name, begging him to fuck her and make her cum. He reached and brushed his fingers on her clit feeling how wet her pussy was. She writhed and moaned when he touched her, her fingers digging into the covers, her hips thrusting against him.

Oh damn she felt so good. He didn't think it would be like this. He knew he was going to cum soon so he moved his fingers faster on her clit. She made a sound, somewhere between a cry and a moan, and he loved it. She screamed his name right before he came. He didn't think his load would ever stop. He held her to him waiting for his dick to get soft and he slipped out. He lay down on the bed, pulling her next to him when he realized she was trembling.

He turned her face toward his. "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "I'm still coming."

He smiled and placed a hand between her legs. Slowly he inserted a finger. "So you are," he said.

She closed her eyes and moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her. "I don't think I can take anymore,"

"Sure you can," he kissed shoulder. He moved down her body leaving a trail of kisses until he got to her hairless mound. He spread her legs and softly kissed her inner thigh. "You can take anything I give you."

He fingered her slowly, his mouth so close to her pussy. He flicked his tongue on her clit and she moaned, arching her back. He moved his tongue up and down and side to side on her clit. He held her hips and slowly sucked it. She gasped before moan after moan escaped her throat. Her hips bucked against his face and she gripped his hair calling his name. She came quicker than she wanted to her fingers tightening in his hair. 

She lay on the bed, breathing hard, eyes closed. He stood and reached over to the bedside table and she heard a wrapper being opened. A moment later she felt his hard cock at her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw him leaning over her.

"One more, ok?" He said softly.

She nodded and looked down her body. He had put on a condom and was about to enter her. She was so wet that he slipped easily, filling her up. She arched her back against him moaning loudly. He had his hands on either side of her, holding himself up. 

His eyes were closed and the look on his face was similar to wonderment. She felt so good, he thought. Her pussy tightened around him adjusting to his cock. He kept still for a moment wondering if he could cum without either of them moving.

"Baby," she said softly, pleadingly.

He moaned and kissed her thrusting into her as he did so. He moved in and out of her hard and slow, loving the feel of her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the back of his hair. She lifted her hips matching him thrust for thrust. She bit her lower lip her face frowning in concentration as he drove into her. She held him tighter wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Oh, yes. Oh, baby, give it to me." She moaned low in her throat.

He pulled her close to him driving faster into her. "Oh damn!" He groaned. "You feel so good, damn!"

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue probing into her mouth. She clamped her teeth on his tongue and held it in her mouth sucking gently. She moaned, unable to concentrate on what she was doing and the feel of him inside her. He felt so good, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted this to continue forever.

Surprisingly he rolled over and put her on top of him. "Ride me," he said softly. "I want you to fuck me, baby."

She smiled placing her hands on his chest and moving on him hard and slow. She moved so her clit rubbed against him giving her more pleasure. His hands were on her breasts and he sat up to suck and bite them. She groaned low and deep in her throat. She was close so she moved faster on him, leaning back.

A deep groan escaped him when she started moving faster. He raised hips going deeper into her.

"Yes!" She cried. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum, baby. Cum for me!" he said with a moan.

She impaled herself on him, driving him deeper and harder into her. He pinched her nipples just as she threw her head back. "Yes! Oh, damn, yes!" she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure came over her. She was still riding him when she felt his body jerk and stiffen. He held her down on him, eyes closed, as his breath came out in a sigh and a groan. 

She fell against him, closing her eyes trying to slow her breathing and her heart. She listened to his heartbeat and breathing slow as hers did. She rose up and off of him as he began to get soft and lay down next to him. He held her in his arms kissing the top of her head.

"Thank you," he said softly. "I didn't think you were gonna come tonight."

She smiled. "I came a lot tonight." She felt the pull of sleep and yawned.

"Tired already?" He asked. "You know we'll have to do this in the morning too." He pulled her close. "I don't think I can get enough of you."

She smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She needed to save her energy for tomorrow.



One Night



They had both been waiting for this day, this moment, this one chance to discover what had been missing from their lives all these years. At the very moment of denying his invitation for a date soon after their high school graduation, she created a void in each of their lives that both would know until reuniting almost ten years later. Neither questioned the glances that were stolen across the busy restaurant; neither hesitated more than a few moments before sinking into a warm embrace; and neither mentioned what had kept them apart for so many years. Only one thing was for certain: each felt a spark, an electric connection that would bring them together for one precious night….

Her body is perfect: the curves and delicate features that so exquisitely define the brunette leaning against the tall corner post of the cherry colored bed. Her silken hair, long and slightly curled, and her eyes – emerald with a spark of gold. And nothing seems more beautiful than her ample breasts with erect nipples tinged a dark rosebud pink. Only a slight flick of the tongue entices them to harden, to savor the warmth of one’s mouth and lips. Her legs are long, and her skin a beautiful golden brown; her full, strong thighs lead up to shaven pussy that can be seen as she slowly steps aside to lower her gracious body onto the soft bed.

Slowly he steps toward the beautiful goddess lying before him in the midst of casually discarded coral shaded satin sheets. Building the anticipation for himself, he gradually makes his way to the bed; he can see the faint outline of her lips and she smiles in the candle-lit room as light dances on the ceiling, casting dark shadows over her body. Rising slightly from the bed, breasts lifting upward with each short breath she takes, she playfully licks her full lips knowing this will draw him to her in the shadowed darkness. Teasing him, she draws one cherry fingernail lazily around an erect nipple.

Silently he sits beside her on the edge of the bed. Taking in the beauty of her rounded breasts, her locks of hair framing her delicate jaw-line, and the shape of her anxious body, he runs one finger up the inside of her tan thigh. Slowly, carefully, he traces a line up her body while making sure to avoid the one place she longs to be touched. 

Leaning closer, their hushed, yet quickened breaths combine as soft lips touch for the first time. He outlines her face tenderly and runs his hands into her silky hair; softly taking hold and weaving his fingers into her hair, she gasps as he pulls her head back slightly to place a long-awaited and intensely hard kiss on her graceful neck. Slowly, he moves his tongue up to the edge of her small earlobe. Nibbling, tasting, teasing he moves his tongue along the length of her ear, and then suddenly he grasps her earlobe between his teeth making her cry out in mixture of passion and pain.

Moving back in for a slow kiss, he pulls at her lips with his own. Growing more anxious, he probes her mouth for her tongue. After sharing a breathless kiss, he suddenly takes her right nipple into his mouth – sucking, biting, licking until it stands hard against his moving tongue. Gently, using his hand, he traces circles around the left nipple, only stopping briefly to wet his own finger in her hot mouth. Tracing a path with his now wet finger, followed by tiny kisses from his soft lips, he moves down her body to find the area that longs to be touched.

He can feel when she begins to move her hips against the finger slowly making tiny circles atop her sensitive clit. As her first orgasm begins to build, he slips two fingers inside of her already wet pussy until her cum covers them. Tenderly withdrawing his fingers, he again begins to massage her clit as he kisses a trail from her nipples to a stopping point only inches from the wetness he felt moments earlier. 

Arching her back from the ecstasy she feels, she slowly raises her hips from the bed to meet his warm tongue as it touches her hard clit. Gingerly he takes her into his mouth, forming tiny circles around her before tasting the wet lips that will soon take in his ever-hardening cock

Positioning his body along side hers with his head buried between her thighs, she slowly strokes the length of his dick. Using both hands to guide him into her mouth, he moans loudly at the pleasure consuming his own body. Slowly she works her tongue around the head, down the length of him, and then carefully allows him to slip into the hollow of her throat.

Unable to stand the pleasure that has now turned to a growing passionate pain, he quickly rolls onto his back. Taking her hands, he pulls her body above him so that they are once again face to face. Guiding her hips with his strong hands, he pulls her down so that her pussy hides his large cock deep inside.

Moving together, they both feel their orgasms beginning to form as he pushes the entire length of his cock into her body again and again. Crying out in a last desperate attempt to prolong this moment forever, they both dissolve into each others arms as their orgasms combine to bring their bodies to a height never felt before. 

Quiet now, their eyes meet and he can almost see the reflection of his own spent image. Silence embraces them as their bodies form to make one – resting, waiting, loving, before the feeling fades into the shadows of the darkening room.



One Night



I used to work in this large bookstore, part of a major chain. I was the inventory manager, and as such, I generally made my own schedule. It was a late Saturday night, and most of the staff had gone for the evening, leaving me with Cyndee. She was a younger girl, kind of pear-shaped, with a nice large chest and plump, juicy ass. In case you were wondering, I like the larger variety of woman, since I like the feel of soft flesh against my body.

Cyndee and I discussed a few work-related things, and the conversation gradually turned to the personal. She asked how come I was working late on a Saturday night, being such a good looking guy.

I laughed, not really considering myself all that good-looking, and turned the question around on her.

“Why aren’t you out on a Saturday night? I have work to do, but you could have left a while ago. No hot stud waiting for you?”

She sighed.

“I haven’t had a hot stud waiting for me in a while. Gets kinda old going home to an empty apartment and T.V.”

I laughed.

“I know exactly what you mean. Seems like that’s my entire life lately. Work, and home. No dates, no nothing. Gets old real quick.”

She smiled, and tossed her long hair form her face. 

“Why no dates? I’d think a guy like you would have plenty of women to choose from.”

“If I wanted to go out some skinny chick with no body, I could. But that’s not what I like.”

“What kind of women do you like? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to...”

I turned to face her, and smiled.

“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind answering. I like BBW’s, women that have a few extra pounds on them. I can’t explain it, but skinny women just don’t do it for me the way a large, plump woman does.”

She blushed, realizing she fit right into my category.

“You mean, women like myself? You actually find us sexy?”

“Absolutely. Always have.”

“But why? Most men I meet only want to be with me because I have a large chest, and that’s it. I’m not interested in just being a toy for some jackass, so I tend to not date much.”

“Cyndee, I’ll be honest with you, and I hope you won’t take offense. I think you are an incredibly attractive woman, and if we met in a bar, or anywhere else, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask you out. Since we work together, though, I don’t think that would be such a good idea...”

“I won’t tell if you won’t. I’ve always thought you were a good-looking guy, and I would happily go out with you anytime.”

“Let’s get out of here and go get a drink, then. I think we deserve it.”

We locked the store down, and headed to a small bar she knew of nearby. Sitting in a booth towards the back, she moved close to me. We sat and made small talk for awhile, until the sexual tension was almost think enough to choke on. I leaned over, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. She hungrily pulled me towards her, and we exchanged a deep, lingering kiss.

Taking me by the hand, she led me to the door. 

“We need to get out of her, and go somewhere private. My place is nearby.”

I followed her home, and climbed the stairs behind her. As she walked, I admired that nice ass, thinking how nice it would look and feel naked next to me.

Almost as soon as we got in the door, she turned and pushed me against the wall, kissing me. Our tongues danced as her hands untucked my shirt. She slid her hands along my skin, all over my chest. Breaking the kiss, she pulled my shirt over my head, and reached for my belt. Pulling it open, she unbuttoned my pants, and slipped them down. Grinding her hips against my cock, I could almost feel how hot she was.

I undid her shirt, and slipped it free. Her breasts were crammed into a bra that seemed almost too small, and they overflowed the fabric. Sliding a strap down, I kissed my way down to her nipples, gently sucking them through the bra.

She pulled the bra down, exposing both tits to me, and pulled my head to her. I sucked and flicked her hard nipples, tweaking them in my hands. She moaned with lust, and pulled my head away.

Taking my hand, she led me to the couch and pushed me down. Pulling my shorts off, she grabbed my hard cock, and ran her tongue along the shaft. She gave me the best blow job I’ve had in years, leaving no part of my cock untouched. She used her tongue and lips to full effect, bringing me to the edge in a hurry. Sensing this, she took as much as she could in, and massaged my nuts with her hands.

“Oh, god...I’m cumming.”

I exploded into her hot mouth, and she swallowed it all down, not losing a single drop. She milked me for all she could get, and finally allowed my cock to plop from her mouth. Looking up at me with a big smile, she moved up to me, and slipped her tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of myself.

She stood in front of me, and slipped her bra off completely, allowing her boobs to hang free. For such large breasts, they were very firm, not sagging much at all. She began to do a little dance for me, as she slipped her pants down. She turned and bent over, giving me a view of that awesome ass. It was everything I thought it would be, smooth and plump. She was wearing the tiniest thong panties, which almost disappeared into that ass. As she danced in front of me, swinging her ass, she slowly peeled the thong down. Her pussy was completely shaven, exposing her plump labia and wet clit for me to see.

She pushed me down onto my back, and straddled my head. Lowering her cunt to my mouth, I could smell her excitement. I reached up and pulled her down, sucking her clit. I used my tongue and fingers to full effect, probing her wetness and teasing her twat. She shuddered through several orgasms, before I finally decided to give her my cock, recovered from her efforts earlier. I pushed her to her knees, and rubbed my cock against her pussy, using her wetness to get myself ready for her. 

Suddenly, she pushed back, and impaled herself on my cock. I found myself buried in her to the hilt, my balls slapping her clit. We developed a rhythm, in and out. I reached under and groped her big tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moaned and groaned, coming again and again. I eventually felt myself building to another orgasm, and told her so.

“Cum in me...I want to feel you shoot in my cunt. Fuck my pussy harder...”

I slammed my cock home, thrusting as deeply as I could. My cock exploded, filling her with cum, as she screamed in lust. We both collapsed on her couch, spent.

As we cooled down, she looked over to me and smiled.

“I think I like working late on Saturday nights, at least when you’re there, anyway.”



One Night



I am driving to a house party that is located on the other side of a very bad area of town and as I get through the worst part of the area, my car begins to make an awful sound. The weather changes to rain and me without an umbrella or a raincoat, I am wearing a white shirt, no bra, and very tight black jeans. My car dies just outside of town and I have to walk the rest of the way to the house party. By the time I get there I am soaked and my tits can be clearly seen through my shirt. My host is a very strong guy, both mentally and physically. He is not happy that I am late and wet, as I stand dripping on his Italian rug in the front parlor. He tells me that I will have to get out of my wet clothes, I look at him expecting to be escorted to a bedroom, but he just stares right back at me. He demands me to strip right where I am standing because he does not want me to drip all over his house. There are people starting to enter the parlor to see what is going on. I become a bit uncomfortable as I begin to strip in front of about 20 couples. Once my clothes are off and I am standing completely naked in front of all of these people, my host instructs me to kneel in front of him, I hesitate for a moment before doing as I am told. Then he walks over and places a collar with a long leather leash around my neck. He then tells the maid to take care of my clothes.

He tells me that because I have been hesitant in doing his bidding I am to be punished. My heart pounds with anticipation and fear of what is in store for me. He has me crawl to an elevator that goes both up and down in his home. We enter with about two women and two men, as we descend to the basement, he instructs one of the women to put a blindfold on me and at the same time he instructs one of the men to drop his pants and place his rock hard cock in my mouth. Once it is in, I am instructed to blow him, I begin to suck on the cock in my mouth, but I was not going fast enough for my host, so he placed his hand on the back of my head and began to force my head to move back and forth on the hard cock. As the cock is forced further down my throat, I begin to gag, but I am told that if I do throw up that it will be worse for me, so I hold back my gaging sounds. Once we hit bottom and the man has spewed his hot liquid down my throat, he is instructed to pull out of my mouth.

Then I am told to crawl forward, under my hands and knees the floor feels like hot and sticky mud, this makes it hard for me to crawl, but I try to keep up, as my host begins to pull impatiently on my leash. I finally feel a soft carpet under my hands, but before my knees get on the carpet, I bump into a person’s legs. My host tells me that because I was so dirty now, his servant will take me to the cleaning room, and I could walk there now. I am led to a room that smells clean and I can hear a lot of people chatting quietly to each other. The first thing that is done to me is I am placed in a shower and the water is turned on very hot, then I am pulled out of the shower and placed on a very cold table, my hands are tied above my head, my legs are spread apart, and my ankles are tied as well. Then I feel a part of the table move slightly under my ass and a tube is worked into my ass, then a warm liquid is pushed up into my ass through the tube. Once the liquid can no longer go anywhere and I am full of it, it stops. Then I feel my pussy lips being pulled apart and something that feels like sandpaper is being rubbed up and down both sides of them, but I can smell the strong sent of rubbing alcohol and it burns somewhat. Then I feel another tube being placed into my pussy and it is filled up with a very warm solution until it stops as well.

I can feel hands rubbing up and down my body and all over. The hands that are on my nipples, begin to rub, pull, squeeze and pinch them, making them hard and pointy. Then I feel suction in my ass as the fluid there is sucked out of my ass with whatever might have been there. Then I feel suction in my pussy as it is sucked dry as well. Then I am flipped over and the hole in the table is closed. There is a pressure on my feet that makes me push my ass up in the air, once up it is filled with a substance that burns and then my asshole is plugged with a rather large ass plug that is on a very low pulsating vibe. Then I am untied and instructed to stand and walk carefully as to not allow the butt plug to fall out, back to the large carpeted room. As I am walking back I begin to whimper from the pain in my ass and the fact that I am even more horny now than when I received the call to cum up to the house-party. 

Once in the carpeted room I am led to a chair in the middle and told to sit down on it. As I sit down a large dildo is inserted into my pussy creating great discomfort to my ass, but I cannot move because my legs are secured to the chair legs. My hands are tied behind my back, and then I hear my host as he begins to tell his other guests what kind of slave he has always had in me and how disappointed he is in my performance so far this evening. He then walks over and whispers to me asking if I was ready to cum yet or not, I answer that I was very much ready if he so wanted me to. He whispered that it wasn’t time yet. I ended up servicing every guy in the room with my mouth, and every time I got a bit closer to release they would back off and squirt the cum all over my titties. Then the women in the room would be told to lick all of the cum off of my body and they would, causing me more discomfort and horneness within me.

Then my host would have everyone leave the room, he would have me untied, stand in front of him, and he would also have me unplugged and drained before I could be laid upon the big bed. With my host leading me to the bed still blindfolded, he spoke softly and told me that I had done very well during the servicing time. He then placed my arms above my head and tied them loosely to the headboard and then did the same to my ankles. He slowly lowered his head between my legs and began to suck on my clit, this almost put me over the edge, but once again he stopped and I whined for more. He rolled me over and spanked my ass a few times for whining at him. Then he turned me over again, untied my legs and tied them to a bar that was hanging down from the ceiling. He then began to pump in and out of my pussy bringing me to the brink and then stopping yet again. Then he placed a condom on his rock hard thick cock and slowly entered into my ass, he begins a slow pounding that grows and grows until we both explode. Then we sleep for a while before it begins again.



One Night



Authors Note: This is my tenth story it’s partly fact and partly fiction. Originally I was going to meet a guy in a bar I’d only known online and I ended up picking a guy up because my date ditched me. He gave me a ride home and we took a little detour and I gave him a blowjob for the ride *grins*

As always, comments are always more than welcome and please take a look at my other stories!

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It had been a very long week, full of turmoil and chaos. The weekend was welcomed with open arms, not to mention an open pocket book. I’d made plans with one of my friends to go out to the bar in search of men since both of us were single and in need of some lovin’

We’d agreed that if one of us went off with a guy it was okay, but it would be best to not leave until we each had found a man to go home with that night. 

Well I was on my third drink and she was on her fifth (I am a bit of a cheep drunk while she olds her liquor pretty well) and we had both spotted a few prospective men. 

After watching them for a while and each choosing one to go for I went off in one direction and her in another. 

The man I walked up to was about my height mid 5 feetish and he definitely worked out, nice firm muscles showed on his well-toned arms and in his back and shoulders when he moved. I always had been an arm and shoulder kinda’ girl and as I walked up to him found myself trying to imagine the feel of running my nails lightly down that firm, muscled skin. 

He was lightly tanned and had light brown hair cut close to the scalp. He had a beard and mustache (usually a turn off for me), but his face showed something in it that made the facial hair seem incidental, no matter how prickly I knew facial hair tended to be.

I walked up to him and said politely, “Are you waiting for someone?” he looked up at me and said in a soft but definitely masculine voice, “No I’m not”. 

Taking the initiative I smiled and as I sat down next to him said, “Well good because neither am I. I’m Tammy.” He smiled back at me and said, “I’m Dan, nice to meet you.”

We sat there, me drinking my third drink of the night and definitely starting to feel it, him drinking a cup of coffee and making idle chitchat to find out about each other. 

After about an hour of sipping our drinks and talking the conversation turned to sex, as it usually does with men when men are around. He’d said how sex is important to him in a relationship and it’s a strong part of his life. Feeling exactly the same way about myself I tell him I agree completely. He smiles at this and I can feel myself react to him. He has a somehow sweet charm about him even with the slightly rugged looks and the strongly sexual nature.

Somewhere in the conversation it came up that I lived with my friend who I’d gone to the bar with and I explained to him the agreement we had between us about it being okay for one of us to leave the bar with a man but whoever left first couldn’t go to our place with him. 

Then he smiled at me and said, “Well, we could always go to my place.” 

Normally I would have thought it was a joke and would have smiled and laughed lightly, but he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze that sent shivers through my body. I threw caution to the wind and said, “Sounds good to me.”

We were sitting in a corner booth, partially blocked from the rest of the bar; he slipped his arm around me and leaned into me. He kissed me very lightly, almost a feather touch of lips and then began to pull away. I slipped my hand behind his head and pulled him to me for another kiss, this one strong, passionate, hungry. 

When we broke the kiss we were both breathing a little harder, I could hear the lust in my voice as I said, “So, should we go?” 

He grabbed his coat off the other seat and said, “Definitely.”

The ride to his apartment was spent with him placing his hand on my thigh again giving it a light squeeze. In turn I put my own hand on his thigh and ran my fingers along his thigh in a figure eight pattern moving ever so slowly higher and closer to his groin. 

I could see the effect my tracing designs on his thigh was having on him and smiled slightly to myself at his eagerness. 

He led me to the door and held it open for me. As soon as I stepped inside he closed the door, locking it, and was suddenly there behind me. He put his hands around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. I felt more then heard him moan against my neck before he said, “My God you smell good.” 

I smiled and turned around to face him, “I may smell good hunny but you look delectable,” and before he could respond I pulled his face to mine and kissed him with all the passion I could feel welling up inside me. 

As we kissed he guided me towards the nearest wall and pressed his body against mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into me and it made me ache to feel him. I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him and forced myself to break the kiss, “Which way to the bedroom?” I asked in a voice husky with lust. 

He leaned in and kissed me once more, quick, hard and full of hunger. He led me by the hand towards a bedroom with a large king size bed in it and led me over to the bed. Taking the initiative once again I reached behind myself and undid my bra. As I removed it I too removed my dress, slipping it down my body and stepping out of it, leaving me in nothing but the black lace panties I’d worn under the black dress. 

He stood there for a moment as if in shock. Then he composed himself and came to stand against me again. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me, tender and soft this time. I slipped my hands down between our bodies and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it up his body, I broke the kiss and said, “Off!” and he reached to pull the shirt over his head. As he pulled the shirt off my hands went to the belt on his jeans and I soon had his belt unbuckled and his button and zipper undone and my hands around him slipped inside his boxers cupping his ass. As my hands cupped his firm ass he looked at me again seemingly shocked. 

I dug my nails lightly into the flesh of his ass and he let out a low moan and kissed me so hard I thought he might bruise my mouth, and the thought excited me. 

I sat down on the bed and he moved with me without breaking the kiss. I moved little by little, him moving with me until I was lying in the middle of the bed with him straddling me. I then ran my hands down his chest, allowing my nails to put just a slight pressure on his skin. I traced my nails along the line of his boxers before I allowed myself to slip my hand inside them and reach for his hard cock. I held him in my hand for a moment and felt his entire body tense with the sensation. Then I pulled him from his boxers and began to ever so slowly rub his hard cock in my hand. 

He moaned and bent his head to my breasts. As my hand rubbed his cock and balls his mouth captured one of my hard nipples and I almost jumped as he sucked my nipple between his teeth using just a little extra pressure on it giving me that exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.

I could feel my body reacting to him and needing him, the pleasure he was giving me by playing with my nipples was incredible, better then any man before ever had, but as he would pull his mouth off of them and ever so lightly but quickly flick the tip of his tongue over them I could only imagine how incredible that wonderful tongue would feel licking and flicking at my now throbbing clit. 

As if reading my mind he moved his body off mine and slipped one hand down to my little lace panties. He deftly slipped a hand inside them and gently cupped my pussy against his hand, rubbing ever so lightly before he pulled the panties down off my body. 

As soon as they were off I spread my legs for him, letting him know I wanted any part of him he was willing to give down there between my weak legs. 

He kept his mouth on my nipple, sucking and nibbling expertly as he slipped his finger along my slit. Finally after a few moments of this exquisite torture he slipped his finger a little higher rubbing my aching clit. I moaned loud and felt my body arch off the bed and press my breast into his mouth and his hand into my pussy. 

I was moaning almost continuously now and could feel myself getting close to cumming. I wanted his mouth on my clit; to see if he was as good as I thought he would be. I reached down and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, flicking the tip of my tongue against his and pressing my pussy up into his hand harder. He got the hint and moved down the bed. 

Without any warning he moved his finger from my clit and shoved it as deep as he could into my soaking cunt. I groaned and moved up to meet his hand as his mouth locked over my clit. He sucked, licked and nibbled on my clit as he finger fucked my pussy hard and fast. I was in heaven from the pleasure he was giving me and could feel myself beginning to cum, “Oh God, oh yes, oh God don’t stop! Don’t stop I’m gunna’ cum! Oh God, oh my clit, faster, oh yes baby that’s it make me cum, oh God I’m gunna’ cum, I’m gunna’ CUMMMMM!!!!!” I screamed as he flicked his tongue over my clit unbelievably fast and hard and pumped his finger deep into my pussy. 

Once the afterglow of my orgasm had faded I rolled over and looked at him. He was lying there beside me starring at me. He’d removed his clothes and his cock was so hard it looked like it was about to burst. I grinned at him and said, “It’s my turn now” I didn’t play around; I just went straight for his cock. I took him in my hand first and when he closed his eyes and let out a low moan I moved my head down and placed a tender kiss on the head of his cock. I moved my hand down to gently cup and massage his balls as I slowly moved my mouth over his cock. 

He moaned again and I began pumping his cock inside my mouth, adding my other hand at the base of his cock to move in time with my mouth. 

After only a couple of minutes I felt his balls twitch in my hand I slowly moved off his cock with my hands and mouth and looked up at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent moan of ecstasy. When I moved off his cock he slowly looked down at me and I could see the need plain on his face, “Please” was all he could manage to say. 

I grinned up at him and said, “Now, now, good things cum to those who wait. Tell me, would you rather have my hands and mouth on your cock and you cum all over my tits or would you rather feel your cock deep inside my pussy and cum while you fuck me?” At that he let out what could only be called a growl it was filled with such pure, animal need. He put his hands on my shoulders and moved me onto my back. 

He kissed me then with such need and hunger and passion I thought I would pass out. Then I felt his cock between my legs, without warning he shoved his cock deep into my pussy, making me moan into his mouth. 

He was giving it to me just how I wanted it, hard, fast and passionate. We were both moaning and groaning as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into my waiting pussy. 

We both knew he wouldn’t take long to cum after the blowjob I’d given him so he moved his hand down between our bodies as he fucked me like a wild man and started rubbing my clit. 

I was so overwhelmed by the incredible fucking he was giving my pussy and now his finger on my clit that I lost control, “Oh God, oh yes, oh God, oh please fuck me baby, fuck me harder, faster! Oh God I’m gunna’ cum baby! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my clit, my clit oh God fuck me please fuck me harder baby harder! Oh God I’m CUMMING!!!!!!” I screamed as my orgasm shook my body. 

“Oh ya baby cum for me! Cum for me while I cum in your pussy!” he yelled out as I felt him shoot his load deep inside my pussy, only serving to make me cum harder. 

Once we’d both finished cumming he stayed there for a while, his body on top of mine, his cock inside me growing soft and I just enjoyed the feeling of being so close to a man. We laid there like that in silence until he kissed my forehead and asked, “Would you like to stay the night?” I kissed him tenderly and said, “If you think you can handle a whole night with me sure.” 

I did stay the rest of the night, but that’s another story for another time.



One Night



She opened her eyes. Tiredly she yawned and impulsively started to stretch but her muscles clenched and stiffened. She couldn’t move, her mouth went from a yawn to a frown as she looked about her room. She could feel the wind on her naked body, a breeze blowing over her, slightly stiffening her nipples. As she looked around she saw that her hands were bound to the bedpost with soft suede strips that resembled tiny belts, buckle and all. Three were attached to each of her wrists and the headboards frame then locked in place. 

“What the hell is going on?” she whispered to herself. “No one should be here”. 

Her family was out of town and she only had her computer for company. As she thought about her situation and wondered how she ended up in this predicament, paranoia started to creep in as her senses heightened. She could faintly hear running water, the sound of light footsteps and soft music coming from her living room. For a moment she thought she could feel the familiar blaze of a fire. 

Again, music floated to her, soft whispering lyrics reached her ears… 

“ Dream to music no one can here….Desire, the ashes and the fire, turning this night inside and the light from you….” 

Then it was gone again, the sensuous sounds fading into a soft hum of lightly orchestrated reverb of 80s depression New Wave. The footsteps continued, sounding almost if they were a light dance step across the carpet, moving with the helpless desire and sadness the music produced. 

She decided at this time, someone was planning something for her, and she feared what it was, even as the atmosphere around her floated like a liquid toxin of sensuality, of tenderness and something vaguely aware of her. Her body couldn’t help but react and she felt her wetness condense and trickle down her mound, caressing her at a creeping pace, as if it had a mind of it’s own, wanting to tease her, prolong her pleasure and excite her. Her nipples rose as the living atmosphere caressed her proud and bare breasts, nerves exploding and sent her sighing quietly in pleasure. Unconsciously her back arched slightly from the apparitional stimulation. Her desire and curiosity were overpowering her fear, and the exotic ambiance of the house relaxed her to a state of mild euphoria. She felt everything in such a sharp manner of sexuality, the fibers of the cotton sheet under her, the smell of rosemary and jasmine incense wafting throughout her house, her enchanting, sensuous house. The breeze became a lovers caress, rolling over her in a wanting embrace. She cried out softly, her body writhing in pleasure as she came, her muscles contracting in on themselves. Her eyes closed, and her mouth smiled. 

She awoke again as lyrics pulsed through her, her body still in a state of arousal, her body begged for her, called her to touch herself, bring crashing pleasure to herself. She tried to pull her hands to her slick opening and whimpered as she felt that her wrists were still bound. 

“More than I can hold in my hand, running through the gaps like water, aching with a passion inside, deep as the river runs…” 

It sounded like a different passage from the same song as before but this time instead of her not being able to hear the rest of it because the sound faded, but because she was surprised. A man, or rather a shadow of a man was standing in her doorway. He stood straight and walked forward, light reflecting off his dark clothing and illuminating a part of his chin and mouth, but nothing more. As he approached her she knew she should be feeling fear and started to struggle but something made her stop. She felt the fear slipping out of her even as her mind raced to hold onto it, then it was gone. The smell of rosemary and jasmine swallowed her senses as he walked ever nearer until he was finally standing over her, the darkness still hiding most of his face. She looked around and realized the room was lit with candles placed everywhere and rose petals littered her floor. He stood head bowed looking down at her. His face was white like marble, and his lips were rose petal pink. The corner was turned up in a smile, not dangerous, not smirking, but in pleasure. 

She tried to turn using her legs to her side and found her legs were bent at the knee and they as well were tied with a suede cuff that linked to another strip of suede which was locked onto her headboard. She couldn’t move her legs at all, to close them or unbend them! Her butt tingled as she saw a satin pillow propped it up. Again instead of fear, sexual cravings creeped across her, causing goose flesh to rise. Her body arched and twisted to be pleasured, by this man standing next to her. She stared, his silver belt buckle, shaped like a wolf with onyx inlaid into it, glinting from candle light, below that the object her body desired, covered by rough denim. 

The stranger’s hand slowly moved out of the shadows, his hand marble white, fingernails clear as glass and protruding from black silk. He grazed her neck ever so lightly. Her body reacted instantly, arching, sweat from the candles heat rolling down her body, the wetness between her legs becoming a torrent and soaking her thighs. Spurts of her nectar being ejected forcefully from her body by clenching muscles. His hand continued downward, trailing over her body, causing her to moan until he reached her breast. He circled her nipple with one finger, never touching it, but getting gloser, closer until finally pulling away and continuing the trail down her body to her stomach. When he slowly reached her moist hair, he stopped and brought his hand covered in her sweat to his face and licked the tips of his fingers. A shudder went throughout his body. 

His voice came out of the darkness soft and clear, “Do you want me? To feel me inside of you, to give you release? Is that what you wish of me”? 

She turned her face upward to look at him, her body shivering all over, a mixture of hot from the candles and cold from the slight breeze blowing over her sweat covered body. She could see his face now, all white, clear blue eyes and black hair, looking as if it had just been washed. He was dressed in a black silk shirt the first four buttons open and showing his milky white chest, hairless, the shirt was tucked into black denim jeans. His neck was adorned with a leather cord that held an Eye of Horus, Wisdom. His lips were still I light rose pink , slightly parted she believed in lust. 

Again his voice came. “Is that what you want”? 

“Yes, please, please fuck me” she replied. He words spilling from her for the first time. She knew then, with those words there was no turning back. 

“Yes, please, fuck me what” his voice whispered. “I am after all going to please you, so, I feel I should be given my proper respect”. 

She knew what he wanted her to say, for a moment, indignation tried to take over, but her want and need won her over again, this was turning her on too much. 

“Yes, please fuck me, Master”. The words came to her naturally, she heard herself and realized she sounded beautiful saying it. “Yes, please, oh god, please, fuck me, My Master”. 

He stepped away from her side and went to the foot of the bed, pulling his silk shirt off of him as he went, his eyes never left hers, his eyes burned with lust and craving. In his eyes she saw everything she felt inside of him. His moves were slow and exotic, almost too perfect to be human. When he reached the end of the bed, his shirt was over her vanity mirror and his bare chest glowed with the intensity of the candlelight. He brought one knee up onto her bed, and then another. Still his eyes connected with hers, willing her not to speak. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and wetted his lips. He looked as though a predator about to devour a prey that had eluded him for some time. 

“You are so beautiful, my slave. My pretty, young, virginal slave. You’ve begged at night for a savior and now, I’ve arrived”. His body arched downward at the waste as he said this, his eyes still boring into hers, daring her to resist, to speak. Finally, when his mouth was level with her sex, his eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply. 

“So ripe and sweet you are. Your nectar as thick as honey and will probably taste just as fine”. 

When his eyes left hers, she felt such emptiness that her body convulsed forward and a moan of longing escaped her lips. She felt that when he was watching her, eyes locked on hers that he was inside her soul. He was a part of her in that instant and she felt complete. 

His face grew ever closer to her crotch, she couldn’t help but try to squirm downward to hasten his approach, but she couldn’t move, she was bound too tightly. His tongue finally touched her heat and she jerked in pleasure and let out a loud sigh. His tongue probed around her outer lips, tasting every inch of her, cleaning her up, then was gone. He started to lick her thighs, so close, but not touching her, finally as she started to whimper he bit down gently onto her flesh. 

Her scream wasn’t one of pain, but one of shock and ecstasy. His teeth held her gently and his mouth sucked slightly. His tongue flicked gently across her captured flesh. Everything heightened, she had no idea someone could do that with just a bite. Eventually after several immensely pleasurable minutes his head moved back to her sex, again he was smiling in pleasure, and he continued to feast. licking and sucking on her. Pulling her clit gently into his mouth and letting his tongue give it the same treat as he did to her thigh….his teeth grazing her sensitive nub ever so softly. Suddenly he licked downwards, opening her up like a flower until his mouth rested directly over her opening, his tongue still dancing like a snakes. Instead of opening her with his tongue immediately she felt his mouth produce some slight suction, sealing his lips and her opening together. She felt his tongue pushing its way slowly into her and licking the roof of the inside of her sex, seeking something out, then it stopped. 

She felt she was so close to coming again, she just needed something more than this, his tongue resting on one place inside of her. Then she felt him apply slight pressure with his tongue, a warm feeling began flooding from her sex, up to her stomach, then her nipples, then to the back of her neck. She was staring, al she could see was the blackness of his hair and the white of his back, and his hand snaking up toward her and finally resting on her clit. As he applied more pressure he stroked the underside of the clits flesh gently and as he did she felt a wave of pleasure crash down upon her, making her, come, but she wasn’t stopping it just kept becoming more and more intense, her words were garbled as she came, her wrists twisting and her back arching forever upwards. She felt her liquid rush down and out of her at a high velocity but his head didn’t move. She thought to him, “No, move”!, but her moans continued on. She felt his throat constrict and swallow. 

His head rose from her sex and his eyes fluttered open. His blue eyes glowed electric from ecstasy. “I knew you would taste wonderful” was all he said. He watched her breathe for a moment, her heaving chest, the sweet rolling between the valley of her breasts and the look of shock and joy on her face. He stood up off of the bed, while simultaneously unbuckling his belt. 

“You wish to please your Master now, slave”? his hand undid the first button of his jeans as he asked this, then he paused. 

Her thoughts raced, Am I ready for this?, Will he hurt me?, none of these thoughts mattered to her though, they were just instinctual. She knew she did want to please him. 

“Yes, Master, I beg to please you”. Her voice came out husky, and almost begging. She wanted him more than anything right now and didn’t want to keep him waiting another minute. 

With her answer, he smiled and slowly started to undo the rest of the buttons for his jeans, on the last one he hooked his fingers at his sides snd slid them down, bending gracefully at the waist. When he stood, she saw except for the hair on his head and his eyebrows he was completely hairless. His abs were well defined and carried directly down to his pubic region from which his cock stood half erect. It was marble white just as the rest of his skin, and two pale veins pulsed along the shaft. She’d seen pictures before on the net, and knew that his was just above average and fairly thick. He walked slowly around the bed to the side and next to her head. 

“Take me into your mouth, slave”. His words were commanding and sure, but still, as always, gentle. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She had never thought this state of arousal was possible, but the miniature explosions across her skin and in her sex reminded her it was real, and that it was obviously possible. 

She took his still half hard cock into her mouth and licked the underside of his velvety head slowly. She heard him moan in approval, so she started applying slight suction, moving her head slowly up and down, taking his shaft deeper. She opened her eyes to see what his reaction was and saw that his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were closed. Sweat had formed on his forehead and he moaned slightly in pleasure. Her heart raced, she was doing this, she was pleasuring a man, and he was enjoying it! She had always been so afraid she wouldn’t be able to. 

His eyes opened suddenly and he smiled for the first time, his hand came down and he pulled her hair slightly. “God, your mouth works just fine, if you keep this up, your going to make me come. Not that I wouldn’t mind..but..I have something else planned.” With that he pulled her head off of his cock which now stood fully erect and precum swelled out of his slit. He crawled onto her body snaking himself between her legs. 

“This is it” she thought to herself. She looked at his body hovering over hers, his chest slightly aligned with her face. Pressure welled up at the entrance to her cunt. She had heard that the first time hurt, so she was prepared. Finally her sex opened around his head, allowing him entrance. His shaft slowly sunk down into her tight grip and she felt a moment of resistance as he stretched her hymen, and then it broke, but instead of pain, she bucked as another orgasm washed over her, he started pumping himself slowly in and out of her, whispering to her how good she felt. His chest lowered onto hers and his head went to her neck, again he bit her, sucked a little and tickled her flesh with his tongue. After a few more minutes of this she was coming again. He had started pounding harder by now, his flesh slapping against hers, and the sound of her arousal was also heard. They moaned together, a growl coming from his throat. He leaned back upwards away from her neck. He started pounding harder into her and at a rapid pace. His face was a mask of pleasure, and his moaning coincided with hers, her eyes were wide, she was finally going to come with a cock inside of her. She wasn’t a virgin anymore and her fears were now alleviated. She bucked against him as best she could, meeting his thrusts with her own. 

“Please, Master, come with me” she panted. “Let me feel you come inside of me…”. Her words were cut off as he switched tempo and used his full weight to grind himself into her causing her to lose her breathe as another orgasm started to build. His eyes were locked on hers, and his body was covered in both of their sweat. 

“Come, slave, come with me.” With those words he thrust one more time, reaching further into her sex, her muscles shuddered in orgasm and she screamed in ecstasy, his growl cut through her and she felt him swell and explode inside of her. He stroked himself inside of her a few more times then stopped. His chest was heaving and his skin was glowing. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was incredible, none of her friends would ever believe her…then she felt him start to move, she felt his cock slip out of her, and she felt herself stretching to close. She saw his head disappear between her legs and felt him lapping at her, she exploded in a mini orgasm and his head raised, he crawled forward and kissed her. She tasted his come and hers mixed together, she could also tell that blood was mixed in as well, from his penetration. For several moments their tongues danced and swirled the result of their efforts in each others mouth, then in the same instant, they both swallowed. 

He laid against her untying her legs and arms, and as the sun began to rise she fell asleep in his arms. “Goodnight, my slave.” was all the man said as he walked out, In the morning she would remember all of this as a dream…his brow furrowed in thought. He cleaned every piece of evidence up, then smiled. She’ll believe it’s a dream until she finds these. He placed the bondage cuff back onto the bed and attached one of her wrists. 

“Sleep, well, slave, and maybe I will visit you again". 

He stood in the window, his body becoming thinner as he grew taller. Finally a pair of wings spread from his back catching the first rays of daylight, thin leather and shaped like an oversized bats. The incubus flew into the early morning air, before his body began to transmute back to his home becoming nothing more than mist. 



One Night



You receive the e-mail from me one morning as you're checking your messages. It's a simple one:

"My wife is out of town for the weekend. I'll be making plans to come down to your town. I want to see you when I'm there. Check for me in the chatroom."

As you read the brief e-mail, your crotch moistens noticeably. We had talked so much about actually meeting, about fulfilling our fantasies with each other. And now comes this news. 

You discreetly go over to the chat server and see if I am online. You see that I've logged on, and you send me a private message: "Yes, I want to see you too." 

"Wonderful. I'll be at a hotel by the Airport," and I give you the name. "I'll be leaving in a while, I should be there in about seven hours." 

I suggest that we meet at a store or restaurant nearby. You suggest a restaurant that is near the hotel that has a bar. I agree to meet you there in eight hours. That would give us time in case anything goes wrong. We also agree that if I'm not there after an hour, that we should assume things have been called off at the last second. 

"But that won't happen, I promise," I say to you online. "Now you must promise me: You will do as I say, and agree to the limits I put on what we do, okay?" You agree to this. You tell me that I will be your master, doing whatever I want you to do. 

I smile, and we say our goodbyes, with me heading out the door shortly afterwards.

You fingered yourself to an incredible and intense orgasm after logging off. The thought of having a one-night affair drove you wild, and, as you would later tell me, you just had to masturbate after that. I tell you that on the drive down, my cock was rock-hard most of the way. 

I finally get to your home city, about an hour earlier than even I had thought. I get to the hotel - nothing fancy, just a newer Motel 6 near the airport - and check in. When I do, I take out the miscellaneous items I made sure to get before I left home. I check my watch - I have about another half hour to wait, so I figure I'll go see if I can find this restaurant. I see that it's right kitty-corner from the hotel. Since the road is a busy one, I drive over to the restaurant. I realize two things - first, I'll be able to see any car that comes into the place; and second, my truck from out of state sticks out a bit from most of the other vehicles in the lot. 

I sit in my truck, looking out at the entrance to the lot. What seems an eternity goes by, when I see a particular car pull in. I recognize the color and type from one of the photos you sent me. I'm not entirely certain about whether or not it's you, since the car parks a row over from my truck. Two things, however, clinch it - first, I see a different-color bumper on your car, as a result of a fender bender you told me about; secondly, I see you get out, your auburn hair rising out of the car. 

My crotch leaps to attention at the sight of you. It takes all I have to not want to jump out and rush over and kiss you hard, especially after all the on-line chatting we have done. I bite my lip and tell myself, "down boy," as you start heading for the restaurant entrance. You do not see my truck at first, and walk over to the entrance of the restaurant. At the entrance you give one last look back - and see my pickup sitting one row over. You smile, and open the door and go in. 

I get out of my truck and walk in to the restaurant. It isn't too busy - it is just after the lunch hour, and there are not many people in the place. I see you over in the bar, and go over to the other side of the bar. As I wait for the bartender, I see that you already have a drink on your small table. I finally get the bartender's attention, and order two rum-and-cokes, and specify to him that the other drink is for the red-haired lady over on the other side of the bar. The bartender nods, and fixes my drink. He then fixes the other drink and hands it to a barmaid to take over to your table. You react with some surprise, but you knew it was coming. You smile and sip on the new drink, scanning around the bar. I walk over and move to go past you - suddenly bending over. 

"Oh, miss, I believe you dropped this?" I say to you, handing a piece of paper to you. 

"Thank you," you say to me. "I need that piece of paper. It has an address on it."

I smile at you, knowing it to be part of the game. I go to the bathroom, giving you time to read the note. It gives you the room number. "Be there in 30 minutes," the note says. After a brief moment in the bathroom, I walk back out through the restaurant, seeing you still sitting there. You see me and nod, and I know the plan is in motion. I leave the restaurant, and get in my truck and drive back over to the hotel. The Motel's room doors are on the outside, and the room is towards the back - very discreet. 

About a half hour later, there's a knock on the door. I know it's you. I peek out the peephole, and see that it's you, standing there with a nice sleeveless blouse. I smile and open the door. You walk in and stand by the bed as I lock the door with the deadbolt, and adjust the shades. 

I finally turn and take you in. Your hair is done nicely, and you have on just the right amount of makeup. 

"We've talked about this a long time, haven't we?" I say to you. You nod, laughing nervously. "No words, my dear - just enjoy." I lean forward, and begin to kiss you. Lightly at first, then with passion as our tongues meet and you begin lightly sucking on my tongue. We embrace, and I enjoy your warmth and softness next to me as our mouths explore each other. I know how much you love to do this, and I enjoy your lips as they suckle on my tongue. I know how expert that mouth of yours is, and I want to explore it. But first things first.

I break away from our embrace roughly, holding your arms to your sides. I sit on the bed, pulling you down onto my lap. Confused, you protest a bit - until you feel me pull your skort and panties down in one swift motion, baring your ass cheeks to the air. With my elbow pinning you to the bed, I spank you hard and furiously, finishing with three hard smacks where my hand doesn't lift from your reddened ass, but freezes into your flesh and doubles the pain from the waves rushing through your ass cheeks. I do this a few times, then rub your red and hot ass with my hand. I pull your panties and the skort back up, noticing as I do that you are very wet.

Sweetly, I whisper down to you, "That is for being such a bad girl for making me come up here to see you. I want you so bad, my dear, that you needed that spanking for what you are doing to me." You smile at me weakly, but I can see that you loved every swat. I help you back up and kiss you sweetly. Your lips tug at my bottom lip, and your hand goes to my groin. "There'll be time for that my dear," I tell you as I draw away. 

"Now, my dear pet," I say to you as I go over and sit down on a chair, "I want you to do a strip tease for me." You step back, smiling. Slowly, you take your blouse off, button by button. You sway your hips seductively as you do, letting your breasts sway a bit until your blouse finally drops off your shoulders to the floor. You run your hands over your bra, lightly stroking yourself until your fingers finally come to rest on the front clasp. With a snap and a tug, your bra loosens its grip on your breasts and falls to the floor. Seductively you smile at me, using your arms to force your breasts together in front of my face. 

I smile up at you and run my fingers over your nipples - which I notice have hardened. You turn away from me, wiggling your ass in my face. Reaching over, you take the chair from the desk and lean against it, shaking you ass seductively at me. Reaching up, you unsnap you skirt, wiggling your hips and letting it slowly slide down those gorgeous long legs of yours. The skirt falls to the floor - and I see that you are panty-less, with only garters holding up your stockings. You wiggle your ass seductively again, then spin around, putting your one leg on the chair and your hand on your breast, holding it out and caressing it. You brush your pussy against the smooth nub of the chair, moaning as it brushes against your clit. You straddle the chair, which allows me a view of your wet and trimmed crotch, and I look at it longingly. You smile and lean back, thrusting your hips up a few times, then slide off the chair and crawl over to me. You kneel in front of me, your eyes locked on mine.

I stand up from the chair and ask, "You're loving this, aren't you, my dearest?"

You look up and say simply, "Always, sir." I smile and caress your chin.

"Good." You start to press yourself against my thighs, but I take your hands and place them on the side of my shorts. "Take them off for me, dear." You take them off, kneeling to get them off of my feet. My hard cock stands stiffly in your face. I look down at you, and whisper, "Attend to me, my dear."

You crawl closer, taking my balls in your fingers and leaning forward to lick my shaft. The tip of your tongue goes back and forth over the length of my cock, and then along the vein underneath. My hands caress your hair as your tongue darts across the hole in the tip, licking it out. Your hands have wandered behind me, rubbing against my ass. You bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking on them briefly, then you look up at me with a smile. I smile down at you, knowing exactly what you are going to do. 

In one motion you slide one finger up my ass and lower your mouth onto my cock, slowly. You press down into my ass and suck back and forth on my cock. I groan loudly as you do this. "Ohhhhhh yes, that mouth of yours… so good…." You suck me in deep, your mouth sealing around my cock with your lips, and your finger pumping in and out of my ass. 

I moan again as you pick up the pace, sucking deeper and then probing a second finger in my ass. You use all of your skills on me, tongue wrapping around and caressing my cock, other hand caressing my balls. I urge you on - "Yesssss, suck me, make me cum in your mouth my dear." You suck louder, harder, faster, your head slapping against me as I fuck your mouth - though it's more like your mouth fucking my hard cock.

My balls tighten up and I can feel the familiar rush that overtakes me before I am about to cum. Your pressing on my prostate has made it more intense, and my cock fills and unloads into your warm mouth. The amount surprises both of us, as huge gobs spray against the back of your throat. I thrust into your mouth, driving my load down your throat. You gag for a second, but recover and swallow it down. Your tongue then licks up my cock, cleaning it off and massaging my aching balls. I smile down at you, and you look up. 

"You serve me well my dear," I say to you. "But we are not quite finished yet." I grab your hands, holding them together. Out of a bag on the desk, I pull out my handcuffs, and put them on you, locking them. I lead you onto the bed, putting you up on all fours, your hands in front of you. Before you arrived, I put a chain around the head of the bed, and now I wrap it up around your handcuffs, locking it to them. You kneel on the bed, with your hands chained, and I pause and give you a passionate kiss. Our tongues explore and I taste my cum in your mouth. My hands reach down and play with your tits for a moment, then I break free from our kiss. 

"My turn" is all I say to you, and I have you turn over on your back. You spread your legs willingly, wet from your tease before. I kneel before you, laying my head on your crotch and letting my tongue lower onto your pussy. You moan as I lick along the ridge of your labia, letting my tongue pry open your swollen pussy at the top. The tip of my tongue lightly brushes your clit, then my fingers pry back your labia lips and I probe my tongue deep into your pussy. Your hips buckle as my tongue laps hard into your cunt, my fingers massaging your folds as my tongue invades you. You scream and plead with me, and my tongue rises up and lashes against your clit. 

You plead for me to stop, moaning and screaming as my tongue relentlessly attacks your sensitive spot. I hum over your clit - "Cum for me my dear." Your moaning becomes intense, and your knees and hips grind into my face. I alternate lapping into your pussy and lashing at your clit, and your writhing and grinding become so intense. I take one hand and reach down, fingering your ass and then probing into it, like you did to me. My tongue still laps at your clit, letting the juices flow into my mouth. You moan, "pleassseee, oh please… ohmigod pleassseeeeee."

"Please what, my dear? Fuck you hard?" You cry out, and I know I have you. I know you are mine now. My tongue lashes back over your clit, fingers thrusting into your ass. "Beg me, dear… Beg me to fuck you hard." I clamp my lips on your clit, and you cum again, your pussy steaming and unloading its nectar. 

You scream out, "Fuck me, please… I beg you - fuck me hardddd…" 

I smile and take one last lash at your clit, pulling my fingers out of your ass. I go back to my bag, and grab two things: the K-Y Jelly and a condom. I quickly take the condom out and slide it onto my cock, and take a rubber band and secure it to my hard-on. I take the spermicidal jelly, load it into an applicator and lower it into your pussy. In one motion I empty the spermicidal jelly into your canal, telling you that this is a precaution, my pet. I stroke my cock, lowering the head to the entrance to your oozing pussy. You look up at me, pleading with your eyes. I look at you; smiling, and let the head enter your pussy. I ask you one more time: "Beg me to fuck you."

All you say is "please," and with a thrust I enter your pussy. I grab your hips and start fucking you hard and deep. My cock slams into you and you push back, grinding onto me. You scream out "yessssss" and I know I have you - you are mine. I grind my hips into you, and I tell you to beg me to cum in you. Without hesitation you say "Yes - cum in me, hot, deep." I reach forward, pinch on your nipples and order you to say it again, and you do. And with one more thrust, I unload into the condom, cumming in your tight pussy. We writhe and grind as we both climax together, our bodies drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids. I lie down beside you, spent, and kiss you sweetly.

You smile, and say, "Mmmm, haven't done that for a while." I smile at this.

"You're worth it, my dear." I roll to the side, reach for my cuff keys and unlock you from your bonds. I kiss you sweetly again, and then rub your wrists, lovingly massaging any cuts or bruises they may have caused. I smile and look into your eyes - "boy, we both look like hell, don't we?" You laugh and playfully squeeze my ass with your hand. I smile and kiss you, one hand grasping your breast. "Let's shower off," I say, and we both get up and walk to the bathroom. 

I help you with your garters and stockings, and we get into the somewhat small shower stall in the bathroom. We kiss and clean each other up. I take the opportunity to admire your breasts, suckling on them and playing with them. You lift up your leg and try to work my cock into you, but I slap at your thigh - "remember, we don't want to do that," I say to you. You look up at me, pleading. 

"Kneel down," I say, and in the cramped quarters of the shower you do, my cock rubbing up into your face. I hold your head in hand and tell you to suck me. Your mouth hungrily engages my cock again, sucking me deep. I lean back in the stall and enjoy your expert mouth on me once more. The water cascades over both of us, and my hips rock and grind into your face. Shortly, I explode into your mouth once again, and you take care to swallow every drop. I turn off the water, and open the shower door. You start to get up, but I hold you down on your knees, letting myself out of the shower first. 

I turn you around, pressing your hands against the back wall of the shower. In one motion I give you several slaps on your ass, the last one another deep SMACK that digs into your butt cheeks. You whimper with each smack, but I also see your crotch glistening again. I turn you around, and tell you, "That was for wanting me without protection, my dear. Now remain still." 

Obediently, you kneel down in the shower while I towel off in front of you, turning around to bend over so you can see my ass in your face. I turn around and help you out of the shower, ordering you to stand with your arms over your head. You do so, and I proceed to towel you off, as one would do a child. My hands run the towel roughly over your skin, and I make sure you are completely dry before putting the towel over the rack and leading you back to the bed.

You ask, "Master, are you through with me yet?" I grin at you and say, "No, I am not, my pet." I tell you to crawl on the bed again, on all fours. You do so, and turn to look back at me. I go over to the counter, and take the lube and another condom from my bag. So you can see, I put the condom on, and then take some of the lube and put it on my fingers. I smile, reach forward and smear the lube on your freshly towel-dried asshole. My fingers rim your ass, and when I have managed to get it lubed properly, I crawl up behind you and slowly lower my cock into the entrance to your ass. You give a sharp "ahhhhhhh" as my cock slowly penetrates you, and you push back on my cock so that I slam my entire length into you. 

I fuck your ass at a medium pace, thrusting enough to make you want more. You reach back without thinking and start to play with your clit with your fingers, and I smack your hand away. "That is my job my pet," I tell you, and smack your ass to remind you. You scream for a second, then lower your hand away. I reach forward and start to assault your clit with my hand, my cock pounding into your ass. You cum hard once more, and I ride your orgasm, moaning in delight at the feel of you cumming on my fingers.


It is at this point I make a decision, and pull out of your ass. You gasp, and turn to me - "Master… please…" I kneel behind you and let my tongue lap up the juices dripping from your pussy, and then I reach for the jelly again. I place a good amount on my finger, and then probe my finger into your pussy. The renewed assault on your cunt makes your shudder again, and I pry your labia apart and douse your canal with the lube. Satisfied with the amount, I smile and stand behind you. You turn to look at me - and see that I am removing the condom from my engorged cock.

"You deserve this, my little one," I say to you. "For all you have done tonight." I climb back up behind you, and plant my bare but lubed cock into your pussy. I grind into you, the ridge of my cock rubbing back and forth across your clit. You grind back, wanting my cock to fill you. "Make me cum, my pet - make me deposit my hot juicy cum inside you." We fuck hard and fast, and you cry out into your pillow as I assault your pussy. 

In one sudden motion, we cum hard together. My seed shoots deep into your pussy, and your juices assault my cock, spasming and milking the cum from me. You pass out for a few moments from the continuous assault, and I manage somehow to ease myself beside you before I too succumb to exhaustion.

A few minutes later I wake up, and you are still out, laying face down on the bed. My cum has run out of your pussy, pooling on the bed sheet. I roll over and kiss you gently on the cheek. You stir, looking hazily into my eyes.

"Oh, Master, that was the best time I have ever had," you tell me. 

"Thank you my pet," I say. We kiss lightly, and I ask you when you need to be home. You look over at the clock on the nightstand, and say that you should be going shortly. I smile and say, "I understand. You go home tonight and screw your husband senseless, okay?" You laugh at me, saying that may be hard to do after our session together. "I insist," I tell you. 




One Night



You smile, and then tell me, "Oh, Master, I have one last surprise for you." You get up from the bed, go over to your purse, and pull out a plastic container. I look at it for a second, then realize what it is when you open the lid - birth control pills. "My gynecologist suggested them to help regulate my mood swings," you laugh. I shake my head in disbelief. 

"You could have told me earlier," I say.

"You didn't ask, Master," you say to me. I laugh, and help you to get dressed. After you are fully clothed, I kiss you sweetly. 

"Remember, my pet - this was for one night, and one night only," I tell you. You nod, sadly. "I will see you online again," I say, kissing you on the cheek. You smile at that thought, and then open the door and exit into the night.



One Night



Sarah slowly opened her eyes, trying not to let the light rush in to quickly. She stretched her arms above her head and let out a silent yawn. The bed was warm and cozy, making it that much harder to get up. Remembering a lunch appointment coming up in a couple of hours, she quietly slipped out of the bed. 

Lighting a cigarette, she began to gather her clothing. Pulling the cigarette to her lips she took a long drag and propped it against the side of the ashtray. She pulled on her panties, stopping only long enough to look at herself in the mirror as she exhaled the smoke.

She thought to herself, "Would there be time for a shower?" It would close, but there should be time. She began to pull her stockings on. 

He was obsessed with those stockings last night. She saw him eyeing her from across the room, so she shifted ever so slightly just to give him a peek at the black lace clinging to her thigh. He was an easy catch, as they usually are. He had the look...that "I haven't been fucked in ages" look. 

She slipped back into her dress, the same clingy black number that she was wearing last night. She loved this dress, as did the many men that had seen her slip out of it. 

She quietly slipped into the bathroom as her thoughts danced back to last night. There wasn't anything special about Tim. He wasn't rich, he didn't have model quality looks, and he didn't have a smooth game. This was perfect. He was hardworking and dedicated to his job and looked like he hadn't cut loose in quite some time. As they sat at the bar sipping their drinks he confirmed that he was the perfect candidate. He was a hard working businessman who was just waiting for his big break; the one that would send him soaring up the corporate ladder. As he finished his scotch, they made plans to head back to his apartment to continue their conversation.

They sat on the couch drinking coffee and talking about all kinds of things. She sat in such a way that he could yet again catch just a glimpse of the lace at the top of her stockings. She could tell that he quite enjoyed that peek, and it wasn't his face that gave him away. As the conversation drifted back to his work the tone changed slightly. She could tell that he wasn't happy with where he was in his life. At thirty, he felt that he was just jumping through hoops at his office with no hope of ever going anywhere. She began to ask him about his real passions in life, the things that he loved to do. 

He grabbed her hand and led her to the spare bedroom. There propped against the wall were dozens of canvases of all sizes. His work was beautiful. She couldn't understand why he had not fully pursued a career in art. She looked at him with nothing but truthfulness in her eyes. "Why do something day after day that makes you so miserable, when you can be so passionate with your work." She turned to give him a minute to ponder the valid point that she brought up. 

She walked over to some canvases propped against the far wall and bent over to get a closer look at them. She knew that he had a perfect view of her backside. There was one painting in particular that really caught her attention. It was nothing more than an abstract piece, full of swirls of color. There was pure passion written all over the piece. There was something quite carnal about the way the lines moved and blended with the surrounding colors. She felt a tingling sensation run throughout her body and settle between her legs. 

Footsteps crossed the room as he came over to her. Still bent over, she turned her head towards him and shared her opinions on the piece. He came up from behind and pressed himself against her firmly. She began to describe how the painting made her feel. She described the ecstasy felt from the swirls of color and how the reds stood out so passionately. She felt that same tingling sensation again as he grabbed her hips and pushed against her again. She continued to share her opinion of the painting, feeling him grow harder with her words. 

She stood up and spun around so she was facing him. She looked at him deeply and put her hand over his heart. "Don't forget this feeling that you have right now, that passionate feeling for something that you want so badly," she whispered in his ear. 

He ran his hands down her sides, grabbing her ass firmly he began to kiss her. The kisses started out slowly, sensually. As the intense feeling of want grew, the kisses became harder, more carnal, more passionate. 

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as she slipped off her panties. She walked over to the chair that was across from the bed, unzipping her dress as she went. The dress slipped off of her and fell to the ground. She was left wearing only her black stockings and heels. She sat on the edge of the chair with her legs crossed and asked him to take off his shirt. As he did she leaned back in the chair. 

Next she told him to take off his shoes and socks. While he was doing this she uncrossed her legs fully exposing that which he wanted so badly. She was wet and knew that he could see this. She slid her hand from the armrest of the chair, across her thigh, and down between her legs. His breath quickened as she began to play with herself. Fingers caressing her clit, she told him to take his pants off. He didn't have to be told twice. 

Finally something took over in him. He knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him, and he was sitting here jumping through hoops again.

He walked over to her, got down on his knees and buried his head between her legs. The passion had taken over. There were no gentle, timid caresses of the tongue. He had just begun and yet she felt like she was going to explode. It didn't help any when he slipped his finger inside of her. She began rocking her hips against the pressure in a rhythmic motion. The sensations were building up and she couldn't contain herself any longer. She pressed his head firmly into her and arched her back as she began to come. Bolts of lightening shot throughout her body. Her already hard nipples seemed to contract even further. She began to regain control over the convulsions. 

Before she had a chance to fully collect herself, he scooped her up and threw her facedown on the bed. Boxers already off, he climbed on top of her and held her arms down. He gently bit at her ears and neck while rubbing against her. He pulled her up onto all fours and began to position himself. To further tease him, she stretched forward and then back giving him a better view of her wet pussy. 

He couldn't hold back any longer. Instead of gently working his way inside of her, he thrust in hard and fast. She let out of a cry of pleasure and surprise. She hadn't quite expected him to be so demanding yet so gentle at the same time. 

They continued in this entertwined state of bliss for almost an hour before he finally seccumed to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy that he had been missing for quite some time. He remembered what it was like to feel alive again. 

They collapsed together, drunk on the feelings coursing through their bodies. The only words he uttered before falling asleep perfectly summed up the lesson, "Wow."

She came out of the bathroom, still trying not to wake him. She slid out of the room and down the hall to the spare bedroom. Smiling, she picked up the painting that led to last night's realization. Carrying it back to the bedroom she propped it up in the chair. She then slipped on her shoes and found her purse. Carefully leaning over the bed, she gently kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear "Don't forget what you felt last night my love."

She quietly let herself out of the apartment. Walking down the hall she wondered if she would still have time for a shower before her lunch date.

Some people would call her a whore, she preferred to be called a muse.



One Night



Walking up the path to Jonathon's house, she noticed something different. The lights were out inside. Wondering if she misunderstood the time or the place, Niky reached for her phone to call him. She had to meet him tonight; she needed to meet him tonight. Before she could call, she noticed the flickers inside the house. Candles? He never lit candles. A small smile snuck across her face. He was trying to surprise her. They had been apart for so long, and he knew she loved candles. 

Niky reached the doorstep. She knocked lightly three times and waited. When Jonathon didn't answer right away, her nervousness and anticipation grew: as did the moistness growing in her pussy. She needed him so badly. The way he touched her body. When they were together, he made her feel sexy, beautiful, desirous, and sensual. Tonight, she hoped, would be no different. Finally, he opened the front door. 

"Hello, my pet," he said, standing in front of her in a suit and tie. "Welcome to your special night." Right away, she melted. There must have been one hundred candles lit in the living room. A soft glow highlighted her lovers face and the pleasure in his eyes. In the background, soft music played, relaxing her. Taking her hand, he gently pulled her inside. 

"Jonathon, Sir, I..." she tried to talk, but he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. He led her to the sofa. After making sure she was comfortable, he walked over to the bar and poured them both a glass of White Burgundy Chardonnay: her favorite. He returned to the sofa, handing her the glass and taking his place next to her. Niky, a hopeless romantic, had never experienced any thing like this. She knew he was doing this simply for her. She belonged to him and lived to please and serve him. It was unusual for him to do something like this for her pleasure alone. She had never felt as loved. She turned, locking her eyes with his.

"Tell me about your day, my love," he asked, taking her right hand in his left. His thumb began to slowly trace circles on her skin. She tried to share about her day, knowing he was genuinely interested. His thumb, those circles, they drove her crazy. She couldn't focus on the conversation, keep losing her words and trailing off. After a while, Jonathon noticed the reason for her struggle to focus. Softly chuckling, he placed his wine glass on the table in front of them, then took hers, placing it on the table as well. His thumb never stopped tracing those maddening circles on her skin. 

"I love you, Niky my pet," he spoke softly, his eyes locked deeply with hers, "in my mind where my thoughts reside, in my heart where my emotions live, and in my soul, where my dreams are born. You are mine...always." Her heart skipped a beat with his words, his thumb still circling. He softly lowered her mouth to his, cupping her face with his right hand. She parted her lips with a low moan. His tongue begin to trace circles on hers, matching the rhythm of his thumb on her hand. Without breaking the kiss, Jonathon's right hand slowly traced down her arm, her stomach, coming to rest on her thigh. His right thumb began to trace its own circles inches from her pussy. Niky's mind exploded and her heart raced.

The circles on her hand, her tongue, and her inner thigh continued for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he broke the kiss to look into her eyes and smile. Without saying a word, Niky reached her arms up, allowing Jonathon to remove her blouse. He gently let it fall to the floor, pushing her shoulders so she was leaning against the arms of the sofa. His hands cupped her breasts as his lips returned to hers. This time, the kiss was harder, deeper, and more passionate. She reached behind her and unhooked the strap to her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. Jonathon removed it from her, lowering it onto the floor with her shirt. His hands returned to her tits, gently squeezing them. His tongue continued to tickle the inside of her mouth, rolling over the top of her tongue. 

Jonathon's hands left her tits, slowly tickling down to the waist of her skirt. After unzipping the side zipper, he hooked the waistband with his thumbs. From behind the kiss, Niky smiled, knowing what he was about to find. She lifted her hips off the bed, letting him slide the skirt from under her, placing it on the floor as well. When his hands returned to remove her panties, she heard him moan as he broke the kiss. Niky knew he preferred it when she didn't wear panties. He has never requested she do it all the time, and he had not requested it for tonight. But she had gone without them...for him. 

"Well...thank you my pet, you are such a good girl. You deserve tonight..." he said as he lowered himself between her legs. She parted them for him, knowing his touch would send her over the edge. He softly kissed her thighs, starting with the spot where the circles had been traced. As he slowly got closer to her pussy, she began to slowly circle her hips. She could feel his breath on her clit. He loved teasing her, slowly building her body to release. Passing over that magic spot, he began to kiss her tummy. Moaning, she held his head in her hands, trying to coax him lower. He kissed down from her belly button, over her mound, ever so slowly. The pressure and tension in her pussy grew greater and greater. Niky knew the moment his mouth touched her clit she would cum.

At last, he parted her lips with his fingers. His tongue slide over her pussy without touching her throbbing clit. She tried to press into his face, but Jonathon's hands held her hips down. He was taking his time. Although he was doing this for her, he was still taking his pleasure out of it as well. Her hands began to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers. She was on the edge, her body under the control her Master. 

"Ohhhh please Jonathon...I want to cum Sir. Ohhh yes....please...." she moaned. His tongue began to slowly press into her tight hole. She could feel his cool tongue against her hot pussy. Fucking her with his tongue, his thumb found her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhhh yes..." Niky cried out as his thumb made the same incessant circles around her clit. "Please let me cum Sir....ohhh yesss!" His tongue went into her faster, and deeper. Her little clit begin assaulted by his thumb. She squeezed her nipples harder. Her breath quickened.

"ohh Jonathon.....I'm need to cum Sir....yesss..." Her tummy started to quiver and her legs shook. He looked up and met her glance. He winked at her and pressed his tongue deep into her one last time. His wink giving her permission to cum. 

"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessss...i'm cummmmmmmmming Sir....ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh" 

Niky's legs squeezed together around Jonathon's head as her body shook. Every muscle in her tightened, her pussy muscles contracting around his tongue. He just held his thumb lightly agaist her clit as she rode out the orgasm...lightly sucking her juices from her cunt. When she had calmed down and her breathing had returned to normal, Jonathon reached up to kiss his pet. As their mouths joined, she could taste her juices still in his mouth. 

"Thank you Sir," she finally said. "I love you Jonathon."



One Night



"G'night Donnie!" Joe slurred down the hallway to his buddy who was still trying to find the keyhole to his hotel room. 

Joey watched for a minute, giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of his older band-mate staggering drunkenly outside of his door and mumbling under his breath 

"Where's the fucking hole dammit?!" 

"It was a great night huh?" Joe called. 

Donnie belched in reply and grit his teeth. 

"It would be even better if I could get into my fucking room!" 

Joe smiled and fell through the doorway of his plush hotel room. 

Slamming the door behind him, he reached for the light switch and bashed it on with his fist. 

"Ahhh shhhhitttt," he groaned as his head throbbed in pain. 

Deciding that things looked a lot better in the dark, he turned the light off with his elbow. He considered taking a shower, but figured he would leave it 'til the morning. He had a habit of falling asleep when he'd been drinking, and didn't want to wake up on the floor of the shower. Instead he stumbled across the room into the bathroom and turned the small light on above the mirror. 

He winced as he studied his reflection. 

"Jesus, Joe, you look like shit," he mumbled and pulled his cheeks downwards to study his eyes 

in more detail. They were bloodshot and moist, a sure sign 

that he had overdone it. Wetting his hands, he ran them through his hair, enjoying the feel of the cold water on his scalp. 

"I could sure do with a swim right now," he mused, but settled instead for brushing his teeth, slowly and meticulously. 

The sound of running water reminded him of what else he needed to take care of. He gripped the toothbrush between his teeth and unzipped his jeans. 

Swaying slightly, he stood above the toilet and relieved himself. Figuring he was going to bed anyhow, he let his jeans fall to the floor and kicked them off from around his ankles. He finished up brushing his teeth, and stood looking in the mirror while he unbuttoned his shirt. 

Standing there in his open shirt, he looked at his limp manhood in the mirror. 

"Don't worry buddy, we'll find you a home soon enough." 

Laughing to himself, and thinking how funny it would be if people could see him talking to his penis, he turned out the light and shuffled into the bedroom. 

He crawled over his bed to the large window facing the city and opened it hoping the fresh air would keep him from waking up with too much of a hangover. Climbing into bed, he flung his shirt to the floor and pulled the covers to his chin. He soon fell into a delirious, drunk induced sleep… dreaming of women. 

I strolled up to the door of the Albion Hotel confidently and smiled sweetly at the porter as he opened the door for me. 

"I hope you had a good evening Miss," he said politely. 

"It was just wonderful," I replied, and made my way into the hotel lobby.

My tight knee length skirt and stiletto heels were starting to piss me off, but I withstood the pain and the blister forming on my heel and strolled sexily up to the reception desk. 

"Miss Browning," the pretty blonde behind the counter greeted me. "I 

trust your meeting went well?" 

"It went perfectly, thank you. I believe I made quite an impression." I adjusted my hat, ensuring that my hair was entirely covered. 

The hotel staff would never believe that I was a shrewd business woman visiting New York for a conference if they saw my rose red hair. It was a part of me, it made me feel sexy, and as much as I needed this trip to be successful, I was not willing to sacrifice part of my personality. Even if I did get found out. What could they do? Throw me out of the hotel at the worst. I had checked into the hotel knowing full well that the New Kids on the Block were staying there. I had been following them closely, monitoring their every move since the start of the year. 

I had been patient, but my patience was wearing thin. 

It had taken nearly every ounce of my energy, and every cent in my bank to get this far, and I was damned if I was gonna let some blonde bitch ruin it for me now. 

I took my key from the receptionist, and smiled sweetly.

"Good evening," I said, and headed for the lift, noting as I passed that Jordan and John were in the hotel bar, roaring with laughter over some letters they were holding. Obviously notes from fans which they had been given at the signing. I thanked God that they were back. 

I took my hat off and let my hair cascade onto my shoulders. 

Taking my shoes off and nestling my stockinged feet into the plush carpet on the floor of the lift I let out a deep sigh of relief and looked at myself in the mirrored walls. I readjusted my shirt, undoing the top couple of buttons and rubbed at the faint black smears which were beginning to appear underneath my eyes. 

When the lift finally *ping*ed the signal that I had reached the right floor, I took my shoes in one hand, my shoulder bag and hat in the other and headed off down the hallway, enjoying the feel of the cold floor on my tired feet. 

I opened the door to my room, "the room which practically made me 

bankrupt" I thought bitterly, flinging my shoes, hat and bag onto 

the bed. I made my way to the fridge and threw a few ice cubes 

into a glass. I poured myself a large shot of whiskey from the 

crystal decanter. The acid fumes hit me almost immediately as I strolled into the bathroom. 

Placing the glass on the sideboard, I reached into the shower and turned on the cold water. I put the toilet seat down and nestled my plump backside down, flinching a little as the cold seat touches the back of my legs. Carefully I peel off my stockings, knowing that I may need them again (unless I get caught) and lay them on the side of the sink. I stand and unbutton my shirt, which I remove and place next to my stockings, careful not to crease it. 

"Business women never have creases", I mused, smiling as I unzip my tight black skirt, which I roll down over my thighs to fall to the floor. I grab the material between my toes and bring it up to my hand, fold, and place it on the sink with my other garments. 

The bathroom smelled sweet; the small bowls of pot pourri giving off a floral, honey like scent that made me think of pancakes. I inhaled deeply, stretching my arms above my head, and clambered into the shower, shedding my underwear quickly and efficiently with each step. 

I let the freezing cold water trickle over my hair, and watched as 

it ran from my locks over my chest. The dye in my hair made the 

water turn red and for a moment I imagined that it was blood 

cascading off my body. I ran my hands over my pale, round breasts 

to get rid of the tainted water and shivered with pleasure as my 

hands brushed my hard, almost painful nipples. I lifted my head and allowed the cool water to run into my mouth and over my chin. 

I was going to make the most of this night, of that I was certain. 

Taking a bar of soap from a tray attached to the wall, I lathered my cold body, my hands lingering a little too long between my legs as I carefully washed myself. The anticipation of what I had planned was exciting me, and I had to restrain myself from continuing to gently cleanse the delicate pink folds between my legs. I squeezed the excess water from my hair, making sure that no dye remained in the bottom of the shower, and turned the tap to the off position. 

I stepped carefully out of the shower, my body shaking with a fantastic mix of pleasure and the cold. I reached for the glass and downed the whiskey in one, enjoying the warm sensation filling my stomach. Grabbing a thick white towel from the radiator I slowly dried myself, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric caressing my skin. I looked in the mirror at my lank hair covering my shoulders, my red lips quivering with the cold. 

"Right come on then, let's do this." 

"I really haven't thought this through", I realised with a tinge of sadness as I crept out of my room. 

I had to be extremely quiet. I could just imagine if Jordan and Jon came up to their rooms only to find a half-naked woman tip toeing the halls of their hotel. I quickly flung the image from my mind. 

"It is now or never you stupid fuck." 

There were seven rooms on my level. One was mine, and one belonged to a middle aged man whom I had greeted when I first checked in. That left the guy's rooms. But which one was the bastard in? 

I realised the flaw to my plan and cursed myself. I didn't have long to think though, because voices were coming up the staircase. It was two guys, had to be the brothers. 

I ducked into the lift, and pressed my body against the cold mirrors, trying not to shriek as the cold glass pressed against my skin. I listened. 

"I'm going to bed bro'," said one voice. 

"Yeah me too, soon. Gonna go chat to D for a bit though, see you in the morning." 

I sighed with relief as I heard two doors shut. I quickly made my 

way over to the closest room and listened at the door. Two voices, 

must be Jon and Danny. The next room was silent. I crept on down 

the corridor. I could hear humming coming from the third door I 

stopped at, and figured that Jordan was getting ready for bed. That 

left two rooms. Both omitted a light snoring, and it was impossible 

to distinguish which was which. I decided to bite the bullet, I 

couldn't stand around in my knickers forever, hell whatever happened 

I was likely to be arrested, so I may as well go out with a bang. I opened the door to the room next to Jordan's and crept in. 



Joe was dreaming of Disney land. He was on his favourite ride, clamped firmly into his seat by the protective bar which rested against his stomach. But something wasn't right, the bar was too tight and was beginning to restrict his breathing. He tried to call out for someone, but found that he was unable to shout. He began to panic, but no-one came to help. 

He awoke with no idea where he was. Then he remembered, he was in his own hotel room at the Albion Hotel in New York. He was safe and sound. But just as soon as he began to relax, he realised that he couldn't move. 

Something was holding him down, a weight on his chest prevented him 

from sitting up. He tried to push the weight away, but his arms 

were held firmly behind his head. His wrists were a little sore. 

Sheer panic struck the teen as he called out for help. A muffled groan escaped his lips, which were held apart with a rag. 

"Oh my God, oh my God", he fretted and tears came to his eyes as he realised that he was being held captive. 

Suddenly something was touching his head, it felt like a cold hand, 

running over his curls and tenderly wiping at the beads of sweat 

which were forming on his forehead. 

"Who is there?" he tried to shout, tears streaming down his hot cheeks, but it was impossible. "What the hell is going on??!!!" Joe cried in frustration. But the hand continued to soothingly caress his head, and wipe the tears from his face. Then the weight on his chest disappeared and the hand was gone. Joe was alone. 

He screamed as the shock subsided and thrashed fiercefully in an attempt to free his hands from whatever bonds they were held by. But it was no use. 

Joe sobbed and his body relaxed, unable to take any more stress as 

his head reeled and dizziness overcame him. His heart was beating 

wildly, and the blood in his head pounded in his ears. 

Suddenly he felt a cool breeze on his chest. He sensed someone 

nearby, but was unable to reach out and tear the living shit out of whoever had him this vulnerable. 

He could smell perfume, and the sweet breath rolling over his wet chest told him that his captor was a woman. Probably some deranged fan who had crept into the hotel. Joe relaxed a little when he realised that it wasn't some madman intent on killing him who had tied him down. 

"Please let me go!..." Joe mumbled through the gag, but his pleas were ignored. 

The cool breath which tickled his chest was slowly moving up to his face, over his lips and to his ear. 

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was definitely a woman's. Joe didn't know what to do, he had very little choice. 

He decided to lay back and let this crazy bitch get what she wanted, and just hoped it would be over soon and she wouldn't hurt him. He cursed himself for not locking his bedroom door, remembering that he had been too inebriated to do so, and vowed never to drink again. 

The woman kissed Joe's eyelids tenderly then he felt her gentle 

fingers follow the vein in his neck, which was pulsing wildly, down 

to his chest. He felt soft lips against his neck and soft breasts 

pressed up against his side. He felt himself getting excited in 

spite of himself. It had been so long since he'd been this close to 

a woman. Being on the road made it difficult to form relationships, 

and Joe's religion and sound morals stopped him from doing the 

whole "groupie" thing, although sometimes he wished he could. In 

fact, when he thought about it, he realised that he hadn't had sexual contact with a woman since he was back home in Boston last summer. Four months! 

The caressing fingers came to rest on his left nipple, and he felt it respond immediately to this demanding female's touch. In some ways Joe wished he could see the girl. His body ached to be touched, and he could no longer fight the arousal growing between his legs. 

As if she heard his silent cries, the girl moved down his body and began kissing his hips. Joe squirmed with pleasure and fear as he felt a soft hand running over his stomach. The mystery girl straddled one of Joe's legs and he felt rough, moist material against his thigh. He tensed his muscle against the woman's crotch and felt her respond with a clench of her thighs around his. 

Hot breath was being directed at his cock which was now almost fully 

erect in the darkness, and he flexed, allowing his dick to twitch towards his stomach. 

Joe heard the girl giggle erotically, and playfully run her lips across the head of his hardness. Joe gasped through his gag, and squirmed underneath her. She was teasing him, and he hated her for it. 

His anger towards this crazy bitch, grinding her wet crotch against his thigh only made him want to fuck her more. He would fuck the stupid little whore until she was raw-- 

A hand ran up his thigh and moved to cup his balls tenderly, stopping his thoughts in mid sentence. 

He groaned with pleasure and felt his hips rotating forth and back in anticipation. Something small and firm ran from the base of his cock, right to the tip. He was unable to tell if it was a finger or a tongue, until he felt a gently suckling on his bulging head. Joe was near to bursting. The suspense was too much for him and he was finding it difficult to hold back. No matter how hard he fought it, he was steadily nearing climax from the hot mouth kissing and licking his raging hard on. 

Without warning the mouth disappeared, and Joe almost sighed in disappointment. 

"Bitch won't even finish what she started!" he raged, but was choked into silence by his cock being swallowed to the hilt. There was a hard tickling sensation moving across it, and he realised with some shock that it must be a tongue stud. The mouth was hungry, and pumped up and down slowly but firmly, not allowing Joe a breath before the ridge of his head was brushed against the metal ball which sent shivers through him. He wanted more than anything to be able to moan with pleasure at the best head he'd ever had, but knew she would never risk taking his gag off. 

Instead he moaned inside, his body aching for release. The mouth travelled up the length of his shaft and finished with a tender kiss to his head, and Joe felt the girl moving. Almost crying in frustration he didn't notice the cool breasts brushing against him, dragging against his firm stomach, and up to meet his chest. 

The girl sat astride him, and braced her hands on his moist chest. 

He felt sharp nails dig into his skin, and resisted the urge to cry 

out. The girl put one hand between her legs and grasped his hard 

cock, which was pressed now against her soft stomach. Joe felt his head 

being rubbed against her hot wetness, and he tried to thrust himself upwards, needing to cum, and soon. 

But she held him down, rubbing Joe against her thigh, her pubic hair, her clitoris before finally guiding him between her legs. Joe heard her gasp as he slowly felt his cock surrounded by tight, hot muscle. 

She gently eased herself down, enjoying every second of the penetration until Joe was buried to the hilt inside of her. She clenched herself around him, and began weeping silently, her tears running over her breasts, stomach, and down to mingle with the juices between her legs. Not wanting to wait any longer for release, Joe began thrusting his pelvis upwards to bounce the girl up and down his cock. She joined in his feverish rhythm, clutching at his chest and moaning softly as they fucked deep and hard, never slowing down, never speeding up. 

Joe was overwhelmed at the tightness of this girl. He knew she couldn't be a virgin, her actions had proved that much. But so tight! He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to grab the girl's hips with his strong hands and grind against them, but he couldn't. The frustration was building inside him, and he knew he was going to cum at any moment. 

She was crying, louder now, weeping with all her heart as she clamped around him, squeezing his cock as she climaxed. 

That extra squeeze was enough to send Joe hurtling over the edge. He gasped through the material stuffed into his mouth as his buttocks clenched and he shot what felt like his entire life force into the girl sat astride him. He convulsed, the bed shaking as he let out one final spurt and came to rest inside his mystery lover. 

He could barely breathe, he was soaked in sweat and tears. 

The girl leant forward and kissed his chest, her tears mixing with his sweat did not go unnoticed. She gently eased herself off of Joe's body, his cum dripping from between her legs, and lay down next to him on the bed. He felt hands fumbling with his wrists, and suddenly he was free. 

The girl kissed his cheek and untied his gag. 

Joe couldn't believe what was happening. Did she not think that he would be furious? Did she not expect him to call the cops and get this lunatic thrown in jail? As if she'd read his thoughts he heard her sadly say 

"ok, now go ahead and turn me in. I've done what I came here to do." 

Joe didn't know what to say. He sat up, and rubbed his sore wrists completely bemused by the whole encounter, but feeling sleepy and satisfied for the first time in ages. He turned to his right and could barely make out the form lying next to him. 

The girl was not slim, he could see the curves of her silhouette as she lay on her side. He reached up to touch her hair, and realised that it was wet. 

"Who are you?" he asked when he finally managed to form the words. But there was no reply. The girl was sleeping. 

Her skin was so soft, he ran his hand over her side admiring the whiteness of her flesh in the moonlight. He lay back down, rested his hand on her hip and spent almost an hour considering what on earth he should do with her before sleep overcame him. Slowly, he drifted away, still clutching the warm body beside him. 



Joe woke up to a heavy pounding on the door of his room. 

"J-Bird get up!" he heard as he slowly came to, rubbing his head. 

"I'll be... out in… a minute" he stuttered as he remembered the events of the night before. 

There was no-one in his bed. No signs of any restraints or struggles. Had he dreamt it all? He must have. He pulled back the covers to get out of bed, and as he did so his jaw dropped and he started to quiver. There was a pink patch on the pillow next to his. 




One Night



"What the hell is that?" he cried. But he had no time to think, Jon was pounding on his door again. 

"Joe, get up for fuck's sake!" 

"I'm coming!" Joe scrambled out of bed and pulled on his jeans and a t-shirt. 

"Man, you look a mess!" Jon said as Joe opened the door. 

"Yeah I didn't sleep very well." 

"Well you can get yourself cleaned up after breakfast, come on", Jon 

grabbed Joe by the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards the 

lift where the other guys were waiting. 

"God, Joe, you look like you had a rough night!" Donnie said, "Hungover?" 

"Yeah something like that", Joe responded as he tried to make some 

sense of everything. 

Joe heard Jordan politely say "Good morning", to a fellow hotel guest, and Joe turned with a pounding heart to see a woman in a tight black skirt and high heels stroll past. 

"Morning" she replied, and nodded to the guys. 

As she click clicked her way down the hall, Joe watched her disappear around a corner, but not before noting the small lock of red hair which hung out from underneath her hat. 



One Night



1.

As Cathy prepared for the evening, she became increasingly nervous and excited. Ben had been hinting at new adventures all week. But he gave no hint as to what kind of "adventures." Still she accepted willingly his leadership, even if she worried that he might take them too far.

But what was too far? At each step of their explorations into nude beaches, exhibitionism, bondage and sexual discipline, and very aggressive sex, she had always felt - at least before and after, and deep down, even during their games - safe and secure with Ben. 

Yet, Cathy knew that his mind held many fantasies and ideas. Particularly, he recently had commented on a third, another couple, swingers clubs, and permutations of group sex. She hardly dared admit to herself that such fantasies really excited her. But the possibility of actually engaging in them truly scared her.

Yet she was so sure of Ben, their solid marriage, family and home life, that she wondered why she worried so much. Perhaps it was just her nature. Still, when she thought of what seemed conceivable for Ben - to suggest or make happen - she was nervous. 

On reflection, most of what they had experienced had made her feel the same way before. The clothes that she routinely wore for Ben would have appalled her only a few years ago as slutty and entirely inappropriate. Now they made her feel sexy. Cathy loved knowing that she would get looked at, that men would get excited when they saw her with Ben, perhaps glimpsing her breasts, making out her nipples though some sheer fabric, even guessing that she was without underwear. 

Being tied up and spanked so hard that the pain made her cry out would have disgusted her before. If Ben had suggested it, Cathy would have rejected it with anger and wondered whether the marriage was over. Now she seemed to yearn for such brutal domination and found excitement and deep pleasure in it. 

It wasn't as if Cathy had been a prude, it was just that so much of what she and Ben now did would have seemed beyond the pale. But Ben had led, she had willingly followed, trusting him, and recognizing that she was discovering her true nature. Still, Cathy worried, with each new adventure there was danger.

Yet, she continued for three reasons. First, she trusted Ben would make the right decisions for them. Second, she found it easy to submissively go along with Ben's creative leadership. And finally, she was enjoying their experiences more than she wanted to admit, even to Ben. 

Cathy was nervous and excited as she showered, carefully shaved her pubic hair, and wondered what was to come.

2.

An hour later, Ben navigated their yellow Mazda Coupe through the jumbled streets of the restaurant district to where the nicer eateries gave way to dance clubs. They stopped outside Michel's, a fairly chic French bistro that Cathy had read about. She waited while Ben came around to open her door - something that he always did now. Cathy was feeling sexy in a black, short, front-buttoned dress over her new half-bra and g-string that she had bought in anticipation of the evening.

As Cathy stepped out, Ben did not step back, so she rose up close into his chest and looked up into his face, now with a few "distinguished" wrinkles and the same blue-grey eyes she first saw twelve years ago.

Ben's steady and serious look penetrated her for a long moment before he spoke. "I love you Cathy more than anything, you know that, yes?"

"Yes."

"Don't forget that tonight."

Reassured by the true emotional depth behind those words and excited by the reason that lay behind the declaration, Cathy involuntarily drew a deep breath as her heart began to pound within her.

At the desk, Ben gave his name to a young hostess who disappeared and returned with a smiling, short grandfatherly man, whose relaxed attitude made Cathy assume that he was Michel. He shook Ben's hand and turned to Cathy, smiled broadly at her and nodded slowly. Michel then beckoned Ben to bend forward to allow him to speak close. They exchanged words that Cathy could not hear, but it seemed more private than the background noise warranted, more intrigue than curtsey. 

"I wonder what he's cooked up?" thought Cathy and her anticipation increased still further. Michel darted away into the bustle of the dinner room and returned with a waiter, perhaps in his mid-twenties, slightly taller than Ben, dirty blond hair, and, Cathy decided, cute.

The waiter shook hands with Ben. Cathy overheard, "Just as you requested," but no more.

Suddenly, Cathy was walking forward as the waiter guided them passed closely packed tables in a narrow and noisy room to a series of three solid wooden doors along the right wall near the back. Sliding open one door, a small room was revealed, illuminated by soft candle-like lights on the walls between paintings of country scenes, and with a table for two carrying a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket. Cathy supposed that each door opened on a private two-person dinning room. After they were seated, the bottle was immediately opened and their glasses filled.

The waiter handed a small object to Ben, "Just buzz when you need service." 

"Thank you Robert. I'll let you know when to return."

"Robert? Hmmm, I wonder how much he knows?" wondered Cathy. She smiled to herself, "Probably more than me anyway" As the door was closed behind the exiting man, Cathy thought that she had never been in such a private dinning room before. A shiver quivered through her. 

Ben raised his glass in toast, "To us, our love, our life together, and our adventures. Now drink up" Cathy smiled, clinked her glass against Ben's, and drained the glass. It was partly thirst, but she also wanted the alcohol to relax her nervousness. Ben drank only half a glass, but immediately filled their glasses again and proposed another toast. "To the sexiest woman I have ever known, may you never be bored with me." Cathy smiled again drank a little more moderately and wondered if she could ever be bored with such treatment. That was part of what she had given over to Ben, the right to be bored. He had the power to bring excitement into their lives at his choosing.

"Now," Ben paused staring at her, "Stand up."

"So it begins," thought Cathy as she rose with a little tremble and a deep breath. Ben rose and moved around behind her. He pulled back her chair until its back was against the wall, only three feet or so. 

"Lift up your dress." 

Cathy drew a breath. Well a private room at least. She obeyed, lifting the hem of her black dress to her waist and face Ben. His eyes lowered to the petite g-string panties that covered her mound, or did so only because she had shaved all but a small strip above her pussy. She loved to see his smile and draw breath; he confirmed how sexy she felt.

"Turn around . . . now lean forward and put your hands on the chair seat." As she complied, Ben caught the hem of her dress and kept it at her waist.

The first smack came as a shock, even though she had half guessed it was coming. Cathy gasped "Ohhh" and could not help uttering the thought that flashed through her mind, "They'll hear and come."

"And?"

"Oh." Cathy felt his control over the situation. If they came, they came, Ben would take care of it, she need not worry about it. Still. This was a . . . A second spank. A third. A fourth. Cathy's heart was beating wildly. Six more spanks, alternating left and right. Cathy's butt was warm and beginning to sting, but the surging tides of emotions and fluids through her body made her tremble. Mostly, she felt release. I am not in control, Ben is in control and I am free. Why she considered this freedom, Cathy could never have said. It was however, exactly what she felt. Free and excited to be completely, tingling, alive. 

If Ben had simply taken her then, just fucked her; he would have found her body oozing with readiness. She exalted in such treatment from Ben, even proud that she belonged to such a man.

"Okay, stand."

Ben went around her and took the chair, moving it so that Cathy found herself sitting again, flush and trembling.

Ben pressed the buzzer and two minutes later, the door slid open and Robert came in with salads. As a Roquefort salad was placed before Cathy, she realized that Ben had arranged every detail down to her favorite salad. Cathy loved this kind of dominance. Ben controlled the situation with a detailed understanding of her and a commitment to make her happy. Ben clearly was going to deliver the promised adventure with romance and power that made her eager to submit to his wishes.

Through the salad, Cathy quickly finished her second glass. As she placed her fork down, Ben said "Now Cath, unbutton the front of your dress. Four buttons."

As steadily as she could, she unbuttoned. The second button exposed cleavage. The thid and her nipples rising just above the black lacy half-bra could be seen if the dress was opened. The fourth opened the dress to the waist. Cathy placed her hands in her lap and looked at Ben's hungry eyes.

A deeply erotic silence prevailed until Ben pressed the silent buzzer. Cathy's eye shot up to look at Ben. He's going to show me off, display me. He looked back calmly. She sat still. A long minute passed until the door began to slide. Cathy kept her eyes straight ahead, focusing on Ben's steady eyes. He looked back... She could feel her heart beating against her ribs. Cathy heard the door slide open, the waiter begin to approach, pause a moment, slide the door close, and then take another step.

"How is everything?"

Ben smiled at her before turning his eyes to the waiter. Cathy kept her eyes on Ben. She struggled against a wave of embarrassment. She wondered whether the waiter knew this was going to happen. 

Ben smiled at the waiter. "Delicious. And the view is delightful too."

The waiter uttered a half suppressed chuckle. "Delicious." Cathy started with her eyes and the word. Delicious? Was she being served? To Robert? No, no, that would be too much. Only to see, perhaps. "What if's" began to swirl in her mind.

"Shall I'll bring the entrées?" 

"Yes, Robert that will be fine. But Champagne first"

"Of course."

Was Ben's repeated use of his first name, a way of bringing Robert into their game? Making him less of a stranger? As Robert poured the champagne and took the plates, Cathy looked at Robert's hands. Ordinary hands, but suddenly sensual, hands that were near her exposed body. Will he touch me? She was suddenly aware that a spark in her desired just that. To be touched by this man. But Cathy immediately turned on the emotion. No, no, no. Ben, But what does Ben want? Could he even think of giving me to another man? No, no, . . . yes, God help me, yes, if it pleases him. And then the hands were gone. And then the sound of the sliding door.

Cathy looked at Ben. His calm face with a slight smile for her. "He's also anticipating," she thought. "He's swimming in anticipation, of what is going to happen, what he will make happen, of what I will do. But I don't want Robert. I can say no. It would be too far. But, I . . . . I . . ." A deep breath escaped her, expressing desire that she could not even think about. 

Ben's face still calm, still smiling. No he won't give me away. He loves me. I am his possession. Yes, but that means he will please himself. Will Robert touching me, please him? Suddenly that spark of desire again to be touched by Robert's hands. God, slut, slut, slut. But Ben wants a woman as a third. He wants to watch her touch me, to see me come under her tongue. A formless beautiful woman drifted into her mind and reassured her. If Ben wanted a woman touching her and Robert wasn't a woman, ergo she was barking up the wrong tree. 

What's his game? Still his calm smile beamed at her. He knows my mind is racing, guessing, and he doesn't say a word.

The door, Robert, veal cutlets, another favorite dish. She had almost forgotten that her dress was opened to the waist. Part of her wanted to smile while the rest was sensitive to her exposure. 

"Pepper?" Who was he talking to?

Ben said, "Yes, please." 

"Madam?"

"This time he's definitely talking to me," thought Cathy. She looked up and saw Robert's eyes lowered to her breasts, her nipples erect over the edge of the black lace. She drew breath to say no, just to make Robert go away, but Ben spoke first.

"Yes, Cathy will have pepper."

Cathy managed a "Thank you" to stop the grinding of the pepper after a polite interval.

"My pleasure"

"I'm sure." Ben chuckled.

Robert, paused, smiled. "Yes, indeed." 

"Before you go, some assistance. I would like the top of Cathy's dress lowered. Could you do that?"

Even as Cathy's jaw dropped, Robert replied calmly "Of course, Sir." 

This cannot be happen. What the hell is going on? Who is this guy? Christ, Ben . . . Oh he's doing it. She felt Robert fingers sliding her dress off her shoulders. His touch sent sparks along her skin. Oh, . . . Oh, . . . Oh, . ... 

Her face expressed incredulous helplessness. The dress came down to her waist but her arms were still inside the sleeves up to her elbows. Roberts's hands slid along her lower left arm, releasing it from the sleeve. He eyes followed his hands. The feel of his fingers were like blades moving down her arm. Her heart felt like it could burst. 

As Robert moved around behind her, Cathy looked at Ben. His face was expressionless but for the faintest smile. He was in control, King. Now her right sleeve was lowered. Cathy could barely think. 

This entire situation was so impossible and fantasy. Whose fantasy is this? And then she realized, "it's two fantasies, mine and Ben's, different views, different fantasies. I don't understand, what he . . . forget it, this is, is . . . She could not think it, but she felt and knew that she felt it.

"Thank you. Now please unsnap her bra." Cathy stared, mouth opened, amazed at Ben. Robert's finger in the middle of her back. Her breasts freed, lowering slightly, the bra hanging loose. Her arm came in to stop it falling. 

"The bra, Robert." Cathy's arms automatically moved out slightly at the elbows and together at the hands. Somehow the bra came away without Robert coming into contact with her. 

Robert passed the bra to Ben, who smiled, "Thank you. We will eat now."

The door slide closed and they were alone again. 

Cathy looked at Ben, not knowing what to do. Everything seemed so incredulous. All this in an upscale respectable restaurant run by nice old grandfather Michel? This doesn't happen. How did he do this? Who is in on this? Does Michel know what's going on? How did Ben do this? Does he want Robert to fuck me in this room? No, that's something I'm not going to do. 

"I need to know. . ."

"No you don't. Not tonight. I know you and love you. You're afraid of what might happen that you will fall over an edge and never be able to come back. You also are really turned on. You're heart is beating a mile a minute. You thrilled when Robert took of your dress. You love to be sexy. You love to know that others are turned on by the sight of you. And you're pulled by desire and fear of losing control of that desire. You can't accept your desire. Well, I love you and you have given yourself to me. I am in control. Now it pleases me to see you before me beautiful and exposed and now eat up."

Yielding in a surging emotion toward Ben, Cathy said "Yes."

For twenty minutes they ate in silence. Cathy's mind churning, Ben calm. She picked at her food, Ben cleaned his plate. As soon as her fork went down Ben spoke again in a direct tone.

"Now Cath, take your dress off." She started to say no and caught his calm stare.

She glanced at the door. I want to do this, God help me. She looked at the table, drained the champagne, Yes, I do. I do. 

She gathered herself, rose from her chair, and stepped out of her dress. 

"Now come around to me." She moved close to him. Ben put his hands to her breasts and gently, oh so gently, squeezed. His thumbs began to caress her nipples which hardened. She seemed to melt. Ben cupped her mound through her panties and again, a gentle squeeze. Cathy involuntarily groaned and pushed forward. 

She was losing her own control, and relying on Ben ever more. Ben caressed the cleft of her labia with his thumb through her panties. Cathy could feel herself rise inside. His thumb continued until she was about to demand "Just fuck me." and then stopped. Oh God, no!

"Now stand back one step."

As she did, Cathy saw his finger go to the buzzer. Well I guess he gets to see everything.

Robert entered and closed the door. Cathy could not look him in the face and lowered her eyes and saw him standing waiting. He's waiting for Ben. Good. He doesn't assume. Oh God he's getting an erection. Ah it's for me you little slut.

"I wish to taste champagne on Cathy's nipples. Please apply some." Ahhh, yes, no, yes, no, Ben I love you. You are my master here. I do this for you. And I love this to.

Robert poured champagne into his cupped left handed and stepped toward Cathy. Her eyes fixed on his bulging crotch and squirmed. Suddenly his index finger was circling her left areola, wet and cold, but arousing. Cathy closed her eyes and just felt. The circling continued, closing in on the nipple slowly. Then, her right breast. She felt, the finger was anonymous, it could just as easily be Ben's and she responded, drawing in air with a low hiss. The finger stopped and a mouth closed on her left breast. Who? Ben. Yes, I know his mouth, his turn. Oh that feels good! 

"Again." 

The mouth was on her right breast, the tongue caressing her nipple, while the wet finger circled her left nipple again. "Ohhhh." Cathy ran her tongue between pursed lips and sighed.

"Again." Mouth and finger switched places again. 

"Again." This time the mouth stopped and when the finger finished touching her left nipple. "Would you like a taste?" Oh God, I can't help it. 

Robert didn't speak but she felt his mouth close on her and his tongue swirling. So different. And then Ben's mouth on her other breast. Two men, two tongues. "Oh, Oh, Oh," Cathy almost panted. She wanted to lean against the wall and reached out her left hand that dangled limp to her side. Rather than a wall it found the side of Robert, his hip. Without thought, her hand moved back and over the bulge in his pants. "Ohhhh," again followed by a hissing as she drew breathe through pursed lips. She wanted to grab, caress, hold, but dared not, even now she could hold the line. 

Suddenly fingers were slipping inside her petite panties and moved over her cleft. She was wet and syrupy. Whose fingers? It doesn't matter. Ahhh.

She grasped, felt the bulge, felt it throb, and moved her hand back. Simultaneously the men stopped. 

Ben looked her straight in the eye and said very gently, "Okay sit down." Robert moved away and began gathering the plates. Almost unaware of what was happening, Cathy heard the door quickly slide open and close.

"Oh God, Ben." Cathy could barely look up. Her body was craving. Who was this Robert? Was he just a waiter? Was Ben giving permission, even encouraging more? Its okay, Ben, Ben, Ben, its okay, enjoy. Don't think. Ben will explain. Ben will make everything okay. He'll let it go as far as he wants and I can enjoy.

Cathy said, "Wow, that felt good."

"Good."

"What do you want Ben?"

"I want what is happening."

"How far . . ."

"Shhh. . . I'll decide, just let it happen and enjoy."

The door quickly slide open and closed, before Cathy was ready for the next round. "Fruit and sorbet for you and Crème Brulée for madam." Like nothing's happening. Yum. "Decaf for you and peppermint herbal tea for madam?"

"Thank you, Robert."

Cathy focused on her desert and tea, comfort food calming the roiling ocean inside. Time was drifting.




One Night



"Okay?"

"Yes, I feel like a hummingbird, floating and buzzing."

"A most beautiful hummingbird."

The door slid open and closed. 

"The check please."

Cathy wasn't sure what was going to happen. She was comfortable now accepting. Whatever happens, happens and I will enjoy it.

But nothing happened. Ben paid the check and thanked Robert. When Robert left, Ben said, "Put your dress on." It seemed almost anticlimactic. She put her dress on and seemed to float behind Ben. As they reached the front of the restaurant, they met Robert, who had a sphinx-like smile. "Robert, thank you your service was great." 

"Thank you Ben. I look forward to our next drink." Ben? Next drink? How had they set this up?

Michel was suddenly there. Ben thanked him, complimented the food, and promised to return. Cathy felt a glow and her feet again. She said nothing, just smiled and followed Ben out the door.

The evening was cool. Ben embraced her and whispered into her ear, "Now the adventure really begins."

3.

As Ben pulled the car away from the restaurant, Cathy felt as though she were floating in a warm ocean, being carried along by powerful currents. She felt good. The Champagne has taken the edge off her nervousness but her mind was clear and her body aroused. 

The interaction with Robert had been exciting, even thrilling, almost more so looking back, and she could not deny it. She had desired his touch, and wanted . . . ah, she could still feel the shape and warmth of his erection in her hand. 

It had felt, it felt now, like falling into this warm ocean; being carried powerless yet free . . . yet, this ocean centered on her, she was being desired. Not just by Ben, whose desire, usually assumed, thrilled her only on occasion, but Robert's desire. Cathy felt powerful and sexy. The ocean move carried her, but existed for her. Its waves lapped at her . . . like their mouths, their tongues, caressing her body, worshiping her . . . 

For a while, Cathy gave herself over to feelings without expression, sensations without thoughts. She looked at Ben driving, sure, purposeful, in control, yet drawn to excitement and risks. 

Now a worrying emotion rose like a wave and slowly ebbed. Ben's presence, his control, his support helped, but also disturbed her. What did it mean? Ben was strong; his love was sure, he planned and controlled this night and would not let anything bad happen. 

And now? "The adventure is just beginning," Ben had said. Perhaps her limits had been expanded enough tonight. But Ben wanted more, and she . . . floating, feeling good, smiling inwardly. She squirmed in her seat.

Ben's hand was on her thigh. "Open up your dress."

Yes, that was what she wanted, Ben's touch, and now. Cathy opened her dress and relaxed back into the seat and Ben cupped her mound, caressed her, slipped his hand under her panties and slid a finger into her wetness. As he drew his finger along her crack up to her clit, the car stopped. Ben's finger moved lower following her juice down over her wet lips, and further, close enough to her smaller hole to trigger other sensations, and then back up. As the tip of his finger, passed her opening she moved her hips up to make it dip into her. Ben turned his head towards her, sought and found her lips, his tongue caught hers briefly before moving away. 

"You taste sweet."

Cathy could feel his hot breath. She moaned as his finger moved over her, feeling the wetness in her pussy increase, and she humped against his finger. Ben dipped down and caught her nipple in his mouth, sucked on it gently, causing it to harden and then moving back.

In a near whisper, Ben said, "Ready"

"Yes, fuck me"

Ben smiled down at her. "Later, we're here."

Cathy couldn't disguise the frustration in her, "Where? Just. . ."

Ben put a finger to her lips. "Shhh." As he came around to her side of the car, Cathy thought to herself, "enough already, just you and me." The door opened and his hand came to her. Cathy began to find her bearings as she unbuckled, took Ben's hand and tried to hold her dress closed.

As she found her feet, Cathy embraced him and said, "We can just go home. We don't even have to go home. We can. Just . . ."

Ben again shushed her. She looked around, they were in a long driveway, with trees on either side. Ben had parked behind four or five other cars and another was coming slowly toward them with just parking lights on. 

"Where are we?" Cathy had managed to button up two buttons on her dress.

"A party"

"A party?"

Looking around Cathy saw the house. Aside from the trees that obscured any neighboring homes, it seemed a rather ordinary, albeit large, colonial style home. All the lights appeared to be on except for the upper right corner, although the curtains were drawn on every window. A shaft of light burst forth from the front door where a couple appeared to be entering. A clipped sound, a shoe on tarmac, gravel reminded her of the car behind and she glanced around to see a woman dressed in black emerging from a sports car.

Turning to Ben, "Okay, what kind of party is this?"

He smiled softly. "A private party. Do you remember Anne and Mark?" Cathy recalled the couple they had been seated next to at a strip club several months ago. She remembered that they had chatted and got on very well, but she didn't remember arranging to meet or even exchanging numbers. Hmm the mystery deepens.

"Come on."

4.

Cathy approached the house with mixed feelings, she wanted Ben to quench the fire he had been building within her all evening, and yet, . . . yet there was something intriguing, teasing about each element of the evening and she liked his teasing, bringing forth her desire.

Before they reached the door it had already closed behind the couple she had seen at the door. There was a muffled beat of music deep within the house that seeped out to them and seemed to draw them on. Cathy heard the step of the couple behind them, but neither she nor Ben turned around. The door, large, dark green, Ben's knock, two firm raps.

As the door began to open, a woman's voice from behind, "Hi." Ben was turning and Cathy followed him. The woman was blonde, a little taller that Cathy, mid-thirties, maybe, heels, a black dress starting a few inches above the knee, and so sheer that Cathy's eyes moved over her body like a caress, hesitating at her nipples before reaching her face, which was pretty, very pretty. Her arm rested in the arm of a man in a tuxedo, a bow tie, a nice smile. 

"Hi", Ben's voice calm as ever, almost flat.

The man's hand reached out to Ben, "Bill, Cathy."

Ben laughed, "Interesting, Ben and Cathy. Could be a confusing night."

"Better make it 'Blonde Cathy' and 'Brunette Cathy", said Bill.

"No, no, no," erupted the woman with a broad smile. "Call me Cat, Cat and Cathy is much nicer." Cathy's hand was in Bill's. Cat leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi. First timer?"

"Is it so obvious?"

"No, we're just regulars. It's a small crowd and we all know each other. Anne mentioned that a new couple might be coming."

"Oh," 

Before Cathy could say more, Ben said "Let's go in," and they were turning, a large man, a high class bouncer who looked like a retired linebacker in a dress suit was before them. After Ben spoke their last name, he nodded, "Welcome. Come on in"

Cat and Bill didn't seem to give their names, just came in.

"And talk of the devils," came Cat's voice from behind.

"Do you really mean that Cathy?" said an approaching woman, short, maybe fifty but attractive and trim still, brunette, dressed in a yellow spaghetti strap dress, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, streaked with gray. A few strands escaped, softening the look on her face.

"No, you are more like satyrs."

"Oh, satyrs I like. Very classical. New guests? Let see, ahh, Ben and Cathy recommended by ah . . Anne and Mark, who are late. Yes?"

"Just so," said Ben

"Two Cathys will. . ." she began, but was cut off.

"We have already solved that. From now on I am Cat; what do you think?"

"Hmmm, Cat yes, you are very feline, and you purr so." There was laughter. Cathy smiled, looked at Ben; his eyes smiled at her and at her alone. Well this is interesting.

They were guided back through the house, which turned out to be much larger that had appeared from outside, it seemed far deeper than it was wide, and expensively decorated with furnishings that caught Cathy's eye and broke her train of thought. After passing about three rooms, they began descending stairs toward the music. The music must have been piped through the house somehow, because it never got much louder.

They entered a large room that could have passed for a small club with a wet bar at one ends and a dance area at the other. Two men and three woman we seated on stools at the bar, being served by another linebacker type in a suit. One of the men, who must have been in his twenties and seemed young compared to everyone else, a little heavy but with beautiful eyes, was in a tuxedo like Bill. The other, a tall, thin, fair wore a black shirt and jeans. One woman, tall, thin with short blonde hair wore a lovely dark blue bra and panties with a wrap. The second woman, a brunette of similar height and build to Cathy, wore a black two piece held together by lots of ties. The third woman, at the far end of the bar, wasn't particularly striking, nor slim but athletic with a quite angular face the color of dark honey that struck Cathy as one of the most beautiful she had actually seen in real life outside of a magazine, only the straps of her dress were to be seen because of the others.

Introductions were made, but Cathy caught only Jill, Steve, and a name beginning with L which belonged to the beauty at the back. Soon drinks were in hand and small chat circulating about such mundane things as shopping, home repairs, kids and cars. 

Cathy found the pleasantness of the conversation somewhat jarring with what this party seemed to be and she was not very comfortable with Ben dropping her into what might be an orgy without advance warning. Then it struck her that what she wanted was advance warning, she wasn't outraged to be here.

After about five minutes, two other couples arrived; one looked vaguely familiar and turned out to be the Mark and Anne that they had met before. After another round of introductions where Cathy discovered that the L was Lena the beauty and someone else was called Aaron, drinks continued to move across the bar.

When the last drink came over, Anne spoke up in a southern accent that Cathy had forgotten, it seemed to stand out so when she heard it at the strip club. "Can we steel the newbie's for a little bit?"

Moments later, Cath found herself with Ben, Mark and Anne, drinks in hand in an adjoining room. As Cathy entered Ben and Mark where chatting like old friends, but as soon as the door closed, Ben turned to the ladies. "Okay, Cathy needs a few words of explanation just so she understands. When we met Mark and Anne at Sabel's," he said, mentioning the strip club, "do you recall the conversation about clubs and parties?"

"Kind of"

"You didn't warn her at all?" erupted Anne's southern voice. "Ben, that's not very gentlemanly."

"Its okay we've discussed it," added Mark.

"You men are too much." Anne gave her husband a stern half-humorous look. "Well," she continued, turning to Cathy "when you said that they sounded like fun. I looked at Mark."

"And I looked at Ben," said Mark.

"And I nodded kind of interested," said Ben. "And Mark slipped me an e-mail address and. . ."

"We thought," cut in Anne, "that you might be fun to invite. We are similar in regular ways and we liked you as, well, as you might like neighbors. But," Anne turned on Ben, "you were supposed to tell Cathy everything," 

"Give the guy a chance, will you." said Bill.

"Thanks," said Ben. "Bill and I e-mailed and then talked, but the night, well tonight, I was planning as a surprise night, an interesting surprise. It was interesting wasn't it?"

Cathy smiled and nodded her head.

"Oh do tell," bubbled Anne, and then in response to a stern look from Mark mouthed "later" at Cathy.

"Anyway," picked up Ben again, turning to the other couple, "I talked around the subject with Cathy to see if she was ready for this, without going into specifics." Cathy recalled the various conversations about swingers clubs, the differences between on-premises and off-premises, and her comfort level around sexually uninhibited people. She recalled her cautious answers that allowed Ben to suggest something when he felt the time was right. "And," he turned his eyes on Cathy, "this is just a party where you need only enjoy yourself, and interact with everyone else only to the extent that you are comfortable and we've talked about limits."

"No expectations," Anne's voice was low at reassuring, "Even though Ben's been a beast by not telling you in advance, and Mark's been worse, because he knows better." Treat this as just a party. "No is always no and this is a great crowd, nobody's pushy and everybody's fun and nice in vanilla terms."

No one she had met so far seemed in the least bit sleazy and both Anne and Cat seemed very nice, even if both were a little bubbly at times. Cathy looked at Ben, who stared back with his most reassuring look. Well, what the hell. Cathy raised her tequila cosmopolitan [okay I change the name of the drink!] and the others joined her in a toast.

"New friends," said Anne.

As they walked back to the party, Anne put an arm around Cathy's waist. "Don't worry; we women will stand together whenever those oafs get out of line." 

Cathy looked at her smile and replied, "Thanks."

As they re-entered the party room, it appeared that perhaps four or five additional couples had arrived and it began to resemble a small club, with several people dancing, including the Lena.

For the next thirty minutes, but for the clothes that the women were wearing, it might have seemed very normal to Cathy. Cat and Anne drew her into conversations about family and even kids, Cat had one and Anne three and they all shared the same joys and fears, hopes and frustrations. As the time passed though, Cathy regained her tipsiness and all three began to glance at the dance floor, which could not have been more than ten feet by ten feet. 

Eight or nine people were dancing, some as couples, some not, although the space was so small everyone was close to everyone else. Sometimes, someone seemed to be dancing with one person, but then seemed to be dancing back to back with someone else. Hands moved up and down sides and couples kissed as they danced. 

Cathy's eyes were constantly drawn to the Lena who danced in a slow easy fashion. Cathy had never considered herself bi, but Ben's interest in having another woman join them did not turn her off, at least in theory, she had just never met a woman whom she felt a genuine desire to get into bed with. The thought occurred to her that being in bed with this woman was actually appealing.

Cathy noticed Cat and Mark dancing, although she had not noticed her move from the bar. The dancing was beginning to turn her on and if Ben didn't ask her in a few minutes she would grab him.

"Let's dance." Anne's word caught her by surprise, but she automatically began to move toward the crowd. The tall, thin, blond man was barely dancing with his partner, not the tall blonde as she expected, but someone else, they kissed and caressed each other in a sensual, but not yet sexual, manner. Cathy found it arousing. 

Anne actually danced well and since Ben was a rather terrible dancer, Cathy enjoyed her partner. After a minute or so, Anne put her hands on Cathy's hips, which startled her at first, but felt good, and a moment later she put her hands on Anne's hips too. Bodies were constantly bumping into her from behind. And then someone was dancing back to back with her. She felt the woman's back and butt swaying against her own. The woman put her hand on Cathy's legs and swept them slowly up and down, before moving away. The light touch, the swaying soft unknown body, there and gone, teasing not pushing, made Cathy want it to return.

Then Ben and Mark were there. Ben's presence reassured her and she fell into a close dance with him. As they danced she could not help noticing the activity going on around them; still kissing and caressing for the most part, but the intensity had definitely heated up. The woman dancing with the tall man was now topless, dancing with her back to him while his hands moved over her stomach. Her breasts sagged a bit, but not unattractively. The tall blond whom Cathy had expected to see earlier swayed in front of the brunette watching intently. 

Cathy, wanted to look and not look at the same time, but definitely not wanting anyone to notice her looking, and was glad that Ben's was simply swaying with her, his hand moving slowly over her butt, but not turning her. Cathy could look or not without seeming like a voyeur.

The tall blonde placed her hands on the brunette's hips and the three entered into one dance. The brunette's eyes seemed to flutter half closed. Cathy was not surprised when the blonde's hand moved over the other woman's breasts, but it made her shiver to see it. Ben released her, to see if she was okay. Cathy had no idea if her expression gave her away, how turned on she was. If he did notice, he didn't show it. 

When Ben came close and danced again, he had turned her around. Anne and Mark were dancing near by in as almost formal way, her hand in his. They were smiling at each other, it seemed very romantic. Others though, were kissing, caressing openly. Breasts were visible here and there.

Ben could now see what she had seen and, moving close to him, Cathy could feel his erection bulging in his pants. Not sure how to react, she wondered at her feelings. Ben stepped back and, still dancing, looked into her eyes with his inscrutable expression and only the faintest smile, and unbuttoned the four buttons that closed her dress. 

Cathy looked back staring and realized that she was smiling.

Ben slipped his arms inside her dress and began to dance close. Cathy had been turned around again. The blonde was kissing the man while the brunette, sandwiched between them was kissing her breasts. 

Cathy could see the woman's tongue flicking at the nipple. She found herself responding with equally strong instincts to turn away and sigh. Ben kept her in the same orientation, and so she became a passive observer. 

Ben's hands moved over her butt which, because of the G-string, was really bare and his hand gave her a surge of lust.

The swaying threesome before her eyes seemed to be in no rush to change positions and one song merged into the next without a pause. The brunette's tongue alternately circling and flicking rose to the blonde's mouth and they kissed.

Ben's hands reached lower, touching the top of her inner thigh from behind. Cathy could feel his erection surge. She smiled; it must be dying for release. 

As she slipped a hand between them to caress Ben's erection, a pair of hands came to her own hips from behind and a form pressed against her. Almost instinctively, she realized that it must be a woman; perhaps because of the hands, perhaps because there was no bulging erection poking into her from behind. Ben's hands moved up her sides so that her dress opened. Cathy was almost in a trance. 

As the woman behind began to pull her dress back, a sudden panic shot through Cathy and just as suddenly, the smile on Ben's face banished it. 

Cathy's dress was passed around her and Ben draped it over his shoulder. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, except for her low heel shoes and a g-string. Again two conflicting emotions surged within her, one liberated and loving the sensuality of her body, the other wanting to seize hold of anything to cover herself. The music, the alcohol, Ben, the others, the mood, even the dim light, were all necessary, to bring Cathy to this moment and still she wavered. Ben head dipped forward and his voice came through the music, "I love you." He kissed her and smiled. 




One Night



Cathy began to sway, turned and saw Cat smiling at her. Ben's hands moved up the side of her body, cupped her breasts from behind, his thumbs stroking her nipples. With a rising confidence, or was it something else, Cathy danced a little forward from Ben. 

5.

Cathy and Cat danced for several minutes without any contact. Cat did not reach out to touch her as she had expected. It was if she had jumped into something that had not come to happen. 

Allowing the music to envelop her, Cathy's eyes half closed, catching glimpses of Cat; her shoulder length blonde hair, her small pert breasts through her dress, her large areola that seemed to cover half of her breasts. Slowly though Cat came closer. 

Cathy surprised herself when, before Cat reached out, she found her own hands reaching out to Cat, moving over Cat's sides, up to the sides of her breasts and down. Am I trembling? Can she tell when I can't?

Cat responded by coming in closer and placing one hand on Cathy's hip, one on her back. As they danced, Cathy found herself having fun, in a simple joyous way, almost laughing. No thoughts of should or shouldn't, am I or aren't I, will I or won't I, crossed her mind, she was simply enjoying this without question.

As they embraced and danced close, Cat's hand lowered and caressed her butt. "This is so sexy" thought Cathy as she reciprocated. She gave Cat's butt a little squeeze and had to suppress a giggle.

When Cat began to nuzzle Cathy's neck, all nervous humor was replaced by arousal. This was one thing that always turned her on. 

"Ohhhhh," Cathy even heard herself. 

As Cat continued to nuzzle, her hand moved from Cathy's butt, and began to stroke her thigh. After a minute of this, Cathy could feel desire rise up inside, taking control of her body, beginning to drive the situation, her hips starting the grind into Cat; she knew that she wanted to move beyond the teasing that seemed to have been going on for hours. Was it Cat or just impersonal desire and need for release after so much arousal? Cathy couldn't say.

Cat moved back for one beat and then in close again, but this time her hand was flat, low on Cathy's stomach, with a gentle pressure. 

This was it, Cathy knew it. Tomorrow would not be like yesterday. All the wondering, speculating, questions had come to this moment. It had been hovering before her ever since they had been exploring the boundaries of their sexuality, perhaps even longer; perhaps it had always been there, below the horizon waiting for her. This seemed so impossible. When the possibility of another woman had crossed her mind in very abstract terms, this scenario was not remotely like anything she considered. But yet, here now, in this moment, it felt good. Not just physically good, but she had merged with her own body in some indescribable way and if an inner voice spoke to her then, it said, "It's okay."

Cathy was aware of every part of Cat's hand, each finger, the palm, each element, the whole, as it lowered and turned, sliding under her panties, was cupping her, feeling her swollen and wet.

Cathy could hardly breathe, only exhale, "Ohhhhh" as Cat's finger moved into her cleft.

Cathy began to hold onto Cat to both embrace her and keep her balance. Cat's finger moved expertly along the side of Cathy's clit, circling wide, sliding down, over the top, wide to the side, circling in and backing off, building. . . It did not take much, within a time that seem to be no time at all, it was coming, like a avalanche, coming, coming, coming, filling the whole scope of her awareness, and the convulsions and the orgasm struck her. 

Her emotions felt like they were bursting with the convulsions, quenching of desiring, panic and doubt. Cat was embracing her, kissing her cheek over and over. Someone was supporting her from behind, carrying nearly all her weight. She knew it was Ben without even thinking it.

There she was being nearly carried, Cat stroking her face, kissing her cheek. She was lowered down against a cushion, a wall. Ben was embracing her. Cathy looked up at Ben. His smile reassuring.

"Wow, that was . . ." she could not find the words. Ben smiled. When Cat kissed her on the cheek, Cathy turned. "Thank you."

"Believe me, it was a pleasure. I'm going to leave you guys together, but come and see me later." And she was gone. Ben was there and he was the only and everything that she wanted at that moment. But not just his presence.

"I need you inside me." She could have said whether this was a physical or emotional need, sexual or nonsexual, but it was personal in a very profound way.

Neither of them could get Ben's clothes off fast enough and didn't complete the job before they were joined. Like Cathy, the hours of teasing had been an arousal rollercoaster for Ben and he felt no need to make it last. In about five minutes, Cathy could feel him approaching his peak and urged him to cum.

As they lay together, still a little sweaty and sticky, few words were said. Ben looked at her and asked, "Okay?"

Cathy smiled back, "Yeah, this was. . ." She nodded. "Good."

They dressed and returned to the bar. There were noticeably fewer people present and Cat and Bill were not there, but Anne and Mark were and greeted them with smiles. Bill handed them their drinks. Ben began to make a remark that it had been a long night.


"How about some coffee?" asked Anne.

"Oh yes," said Cathy and so they found themselves in for a late night coffee; clutched in the kitchen talking about vacations, hot tubs, and landscaping. 

After about twenty minutes, Cat swept into the room. "I heard you were here."

"Yes," said Cathy, "fading fast."

"Anne said you were up to something earlier in the evening. I won't ask what."

"Thanks."

Listen, a few of us get together to dinner about once a month, why not join us next time. I want to hear more about your kids."

"That sounds nice."

Anne wrote a number and e-mail address down and there was hugging and shaking of hands. Everyone kissed Cathy on the lips rather than the cheek, but only Cat made it seem intimate by holding the embrace a moment longer than the others. Seeing Anne and Cat kiss Ben on the lips seemed oddly normal.

As the drove home, Cathy held Ben's hand and tried not to think. Ben hardly spoke. Still she began to look forward to meeting their new friends.



One Night



Back a few years ago when I was a younger man in the service. I was stationed in the Midwest very near a college town. Now at this time we were involved in something called the Vietnam War and if you were in the active service and near a college town you would not think to get lucky in any way shape or form. I am here to tell you that for this airman it just was not true.....

One day we were sitting around the recreation room in the barracks. Some of the other guys were griping about the fact that they just could not seem to find any young ladies willing to fulfill there lustful needs or desires. I said that was funny I hadn't seemed to have any trouble at all finding young ladies. This was meant with out right disbelief and other choice phrases.

It might have been being over twenty-one and able to get into the local bars and clubs that helped. Anyway it ended up one of the guys wanted me to show him so I agreed.

So after chow we got dressed in civvies (street clothes) for you non military personnel. Then headed off to town not ours which was so small you could throw a rock from one end of its main street to the other. I had picked up an old Buick right after I hit base so I could get around it was a great car, so big you could lay down in the back seat.

I drove down to the college town that was really two grown together looking for a spot. I could hear the music two blocks away, so I drove until I saw the club. You could just tell this might be a good spot from all the cars and people hanging around. We parked and headed for the door.

Just as we were paying the cover charge the guy I was with; I found out wasn't old enough to get in. While he was trying to talk the guy into looking the other way; this hot young blonde came through the door almost falling into me. As I grabbed her to support her, I got a big hand full of breast, she looked up at me smiling saying something about how sorry she was and thanking me and are you coming in because I think I am going home with you tonight. I looked at my buddy and said "I guess I am not coming in, because it doesn't look like my friend is going to get in. But she was more than welcome to take me home with her." She giggled taking my arm as my friends mouth dropped opened we turned and headed for my car. I tossed my keys to my younger friend saying "You are old enough to drive aren't you?" He caught them grinning and said "Yeah I am old enough."

We got in, him in the driver's seat us in the back. It felt like we were in the back of a limo the back seat of that old Buick was that big. He asked me where to go I told him to find a liquor store where we could get something to drink.

I realized that at this point I didn't even know her name even though we were now locked in a deep kiss and my hands were freely exploring her ripe body. As I reach out unbuttoning her blouse. I said "my name is Bill if you'd care to know and my friend driving is Chris." She said my name is Kathy with a K." As we kissed again I fumbled with the clasp of her black bra before freeing her rather ample breasts there small hard nipples exposed to the street lamps. As I felt the car pull up into a drive Chris had found a liquor store parking lot. He pulled around back as I asked Kathy what she preferred to drink she answered anything. So I said "Well Chris is too young and you're half undressed all I have is a big hard-on so I guess I'll have to go buy the booze."

I reached over opening the door to the car as Chris was staring at Kathy's gorgeous tits I smiled at her as she started to cover them I said "Ahh at least you could let him look at them, please." She looked up at me with mischievous twinkle in her eyes saying I guess he can look?" opening her blouse to show Chris her big tits. I said "They are so beautiful aren't they Chris!" he mumbled something as I closed the door and walked to the store.

Inside I grabbed two twelve packs of cold beer some ice and asked for a pint of Ever Clear; which for those of you that don't know is, one hundred and eighty proof pure grain alcohol, white lighting. I paid the guy behind the counter he grinned at me and I headed back to the car.

Once in the back seat with Kathy I bent to kiss her nipple which was still very hard I ask Chris if his dick was as hard as Kathy's nipple. He gulped saying "No it is harder." I told him "You should show her!" so he whipped it out to show Kathy. He had a nice looking cock about seven inches long and almost purple. I fondled Kathy's breasts while pinching her nipples Chris started jerking his rod until I said "We need to find a better place to play than this parking lot. And it looks like Chris needs a young lady of his own." 

I asked Kathy if we could go to her place since the base was out of the question she said she lived in a place with a house mother and no visitors were allowed in the rooms. So I said that it sounded like we should just go park if she could find a friend for Chris or we could get a motel room. We'd all popped a beer by now and Chris had stuffed his dick away while Kathy began playing with mine. Chris started the car and pulled out. 

Kathy suggested we go by her place to see if anyone was around that wanted to go out with Chris. She gave Chris directions as my tongue circled her nipple and my other hand massaged her other breast. Her free hand had now found my zipper tugging it down freeing my own eight inch rod.

Her breathing was getting a little ragged as my attention increased on her breasts, but she was able to get Chris to the front of the house she lived in. As he pulled up we broke apart and I helped to get her clothes back together. As she got out of the car I told her to grab the first girl she could find for Chris and hurry back.

She came back about ten minutes later alone saying no one was in right now but maybe in an hour or two. I told Chris to drive out to the country and we could have a few drinks and get to know each other better. He started up the Buick and I started up Kathy taking her bottle of beer and pouring a good shot of Ever Clear into it. Not that she really needed it.

I grew hard again as her hand went into my pants stroking me as she sipped her beer. We kissed as I worked her buttons open then her bra once more I could see Chris trying to watching in the mirror and hoped he wouldn't wreck my car as Kathy undid my pants pulling them down around my knees giving her free access to my pulsing cock. Her hand felt so warm rapped around my shaft. She tilted her head back draining the last of her beer then handing me the empty. She when straight for my cock stuffing all she could into her wet mouth her tongue swirling around its head and the under side as she sucked on it like it was a missile popsicle. She found her rhythm as Chris found a place to pull over shutting the motor off. For a moment all I could hear was the slurping sounds Kathy was making sucking my cock I looked up to see Chris had turned around in the front seat to see Kathy's head bobbing in my lap. 

I reached down pulling her skirt up over her ass exposing her black panties to Chris, as I toasted him with my beer; I rubbed her nice firm ass with my hand. I could tell Chris was not just watching us in the back because I could see his arm moving in time to Kathy's head.

I took a hit off my beer wondering how I was going to get Chris fucked if he blew his wad all over my front seat watching Kathy suck my cock. So I just reached up and pulled Kathy's panties down over her ass to her thighs as my hand slapped her ass cheek she moaned around my cock and sucked harder quickening her pace. I moved turning Kathy's ass to face Chris. Chris's eyes almost popped out as he saw her naked pussy facing him. My hand smacked her again and again; then moved to feel her wet slit.

Her aroma filled the air making me want to fill her mouth. Chris was groaning in the front seat as I fingered Kathy's cunt. She was moaning around my aching cock. I told her Chris was about to blow his nuts watching her get finger fucked and suck my cock. She was so wet you could hear the sounds of my hand stuffing her tight cunt, as Chris jerked himself off. I pulled Kathy around so she was on the seat and motioned for Chris to come over behind her he almost jumped over the back seat. Then got up behind her as I slipped one wet finger in her tight ass, Chris wanted to bury his meat deep in her cunt but as he tried she put her hand back pushing him away. Shaking her head back and forth mouth still on my cock, I figured she wanted me in her first but she just kept sucking my cock. Chris started jerking off again behind her on his knees his cock over the crack of her ass.

Looking at the scene Kathy's head bobbing in my lap Chris's eyes rolling back in his head I knew I was about to fill her mouth with my cum. She must have felt me twitch because at that point I felt her cunt squeeze down on my fingers as she moaned. I saw the first shot of cum squirt out of Chris's cock arching to land in Kathy's crack. Kathy jumped as Chris's hot cum hit her ass triggering her own climax as he shot more spurts of his cum around her ass from his still pulsing cock. It was all too much for me as I pulled her head back squirting my own load into her open mouth then stuffing her head back down to let her suck up the last spasms. She swallowed every drop then licked me clean.

Chris lay back against one door and I against the other as Kathy curled up in my lap licking my softening cock. I brushed her hair back and said "Wow that was hot watching Chris cum all over your ass like that, while you were giving me one great blowjob!" 

I reached out and grabbed some beers opening one for Kathy and me handing one to Chris. Kathy moved up resting her head on my chest facing Chris. I reached for the bottle of Ever Clear again pouring a shot in everyone's bottle. So here we were out on an old country road Kathy had lost her blouse it lay on the floor, her bra hung open by only the shoulder straps, breasts bared. Chris had left his pants and shoes in the front seat, his soft cock now almost hiding in blonde curls. My pants were rapped around my ankles as worked them the rest of the off along with my shoes. The front of Kathy's skirt was just covering her nether region. While I could feel Chris's cum from her ass on my leg. I pulled her skirt up exposing her darker blonde muff Chris reached out to slide her panties the rest of the way off over her heels. I reached down running my hand in between her moist thighs opening them to Chris's view.

I said "I bet you can't drink your beer before Chris's cock is hard again Kathy." 

While my finger found her clit I stroked along its side then circled it slipping down to her moist opening then back up and past it again; I brought my wet finger to my mouth to suck her juices as my other hand circled her hard nipple. She sipped her beer. 

Her breathing was picking up again as her eyes half closed she was enjoying the feeling; the pleasures my hands were giving her body. She became wetter each time my hand went to her open cunt. Her clit grew larger as it exposed its self from the folds of pink flesh. Her pearl was glistening in the pale light of the car. I look up to see the lust on Chris's face as he watched me masturbate this young lady in front of him. I knew he wanted to reach out and join me as my own cock was beginning to stiffen against her ass cheek. This must have sent a massage to her fogged brain. Because her eyes came open to see Chris's eye's glued to her dripping pussy and his cock standing stiff again.

I said "I guess you lost his cock is hard and you haven't even drank your beer." We all laughed then she began to chug her beer. 

I asked her if she thought anyone had come in yet. Just then a car passed; I suggested we get some place more private and comfortable like a motel. They both agreed Chris got out and went to the front seat got his pants on as I work on Kathy's swollen clit. As the car started Kathy started cumming again. We drove back to town with Kathy cumming again and again on my hand by the time we reached her place my fingers were beginning to prune. I helped her up as her climaxes subsided removing her bra. Handing her, her blouse, I held up her bra and panties and tossed them to Chris. She buttoned her blouse then half ran up to the house.

The house was dark but soon we saw a light come on the third floor then go out after a few minutes then another this one stayed on longer but went out too. Then in a few minutes down the steps she came with a small suitcase in one hand. She got in the car and said "I am really sorry but nobody wants to come out at least the ones that are here."

I said "That's too bad for them we can still have fun though right." They both agreed.

I Said to Chris "To a motel James and step on it I have a very hard cock I wish to bury in this young women's cunny! Quick now or you shan't be allowed to watch." 

Kathy giggled while Chris laughed and replied "Oh please sir I will hurry, I will!"

With that he pulled away and I flipped Kathy's skirt back up while kissing her. I pushed her back against the door, and then reached over to lock it; I didn't want her falling out now. Then lifting her leg up to the back of the seat I went straight for her pussy. I pulled her to my mouth as I covered her wet slit with the flat of my tongue licking from the rosebud of her tart asshole right thru her pussy up and over her clit. I could feel her shudder as the car found the highway and the lights flashed by.

I continued to feast at her treasure licking, kissing, sucking every centimeter of her pink wet flesh until she was squirming in my arms breathing hard and crying "Oh god yes, yes, yes I am cumming I am cumming......." It seemed she might have pasted out as she had one last almost violent climax then just slumped in my arms. Her breathing slowed as I softly licked her till her legs wrapped around me with her arms pulling me up to her, kissing my mouth.

I felt the car slow as we hit the off ramp of the highway looking up I could see the neon light of the Holiday Inn as Chris pulled around the side just out of view of the office. As I finished pulling on my pants and shoes I stuffed my shirt in to my pants; as I got out of the passenger side of the car.

I walked up to the office and rang the night bell. An older gentleman came to the window. I asked if I could get a room for my wife and I tonight, he laughed and said "Sure that'll be $19.95." pushing the registration card under the glass window I gave him a twenty dollar bill and the card after I filled it out he gave me a nickel and a key to room 169.

Saying "Have a good night." as he turned and walked away turning out the light and the vacancy sign.

I walked back to the car my hard-on having softened some. Opened the door and got in next to Kathy who had rearranged her self. I told Chris the room number as they both smiled. He pulled out of the parking space then drove down to the room parking again in front. There was a 24 hour gas station quickie mart at the corner, so before we went to the room Kathy and I went over to it and grabbed a twelve pack of beer, as Chris took the other stuff into the room. He went down to the ice machine with the bucket from the room. 

As Kathy and I sat on the bed sucking on beers I had opened and poured some Ever Clear into, but to be honest a little more in hers than in mine. I began to undress her again but stopped and said "Maybe we should wait for Chris after all I told him if he hurried he could watch me stuff your tight pussy full of hard cock." So we sat waited for Chris sipping our beers. We just kissed.

The room had a king size bed with a night table on either side and two chairs with a round table in between at the foot of the bed next to the wall; a sink on the other wall with a door leading to the toilet and shower.

There was a knock at the door I got up to let Chris in with the bucket of ice. We put the beer and ice in the sink. While he opened one for himself he took one of the chairs as I went back to Kathy on the bed.

I took a long pull on my beer then leaned over to kiss Kathy full on the mouth. I saw Chris lifting Kathy's panties to his face breathing in there pungent aroma. I took Kathy by the hand pulling her up from the bed I reached over to turn the room radio on some soft rock from the college radio station came out thru the speaker filling the room. I took her in my arms as we danced to the music swaying slowly. The song ended as our hips were grinding together we kissed as the disc jockey announced the next song it was as fast one something they might play in a club where thy had girls dancing. It gave me an idea and I pulled the round table out a ways then helped Kathy step up onto the table as the commercials ended and the song came on.

The table was solid with four legs, Kathy was just short enough not to be to close to the ceiling she was about 5'3". She had long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, big brown cow eyes you could almost fall into. Nice full red lips and light freckles I could now see, or saw, for the first time it was the first time I had really taken the time to look at her. As she danced to the music I told her to strip because she had lost our bet earlier. She looked at me and started unbuttoning her blouse again not having her bra, I had given that and her panties to Chris earlier, and she had a bare chest in short order. Her large tit bouncing to the rhythm they looked to be 36 or 38 D's very firm with a very flat tummy and even more freckles! She threw her blouse at me landing on my head. Now she worked the skirt first turning her back to us then flipping it so her tight round ass with Chris's dried cum still on it and more of those freckles could be seen. Then she turned again to face us flipping the front up to show us her big blonde bush darker than her hair and very curly. Her legs were bare and covered with freckles too her feet in hi heels. She dropped the skirt to the table then stepping out of it flipped it to me with one foot. There she danced naked before two men she had only meant hours earlier as the song ended. Another began she looked at and said "Your turn now Bill."

She stayed on the table as I started unbuttoning my shirt pulling it from my pants. I slipped out of my shoes very nicely I thought, well I didn't fall over. Kathy waived at Chris saying "You too."

Chris got up pulling his shirt over his head he'd already kicked his shoes and socks off. We stood next to each other undoing our fly's Chris with blonde hair almost white and blue eyes with very fine chest hair. I have brown waive hair and lots of dark chest hair with dark blue eyes. As our fly's opened our cocks bounced out together mine just a bit larger than Chris's but his almost purple in color we worked out of our pants as we watched Kathy and she watched us. Our heads were just even with her hips and ass. As the song ended I told Kathy she should have Chris wash her ass where he left his cum or maybe make him lick it off.

As I walked up to the table kissing the front of her thighs then nuzzled her slit with my nose. With out saying a word Chris walked around back of her I pushed her back to him as he started licking his own dried cum from Kathy's ass I smiled up at her as I passed her, her beer and put a finger in her pussy. Kathy spread her legs to get my finger deeper into her as Chris tongue washed her fine ass and upper thighs. As he had his tongue licking the crack of her ass I had worked four fingers up into her pussy with my thumb working her clit she was still kind of dancing bending her knees and rotating her ass in time to the music as I pushed my hand up to meet her. Chris and my cocks were rock hard, mine bouncing on the table top. It was time to fuck this sweet pussy as she came again her juices flowing over my hand.




One Night



I helped her down from the table her legs a little shaky. Leading her over to the bed laying her down the bed was hi so I grabbed a couple of pillows sliding them under her ass. Bringing her up to just the right height I took a leg in each arm and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. 

I had her opened wide as I slowly ran my cock along her wet slit over her clit until it was wet. I watched as her juices flowed from her pussy down her crack. I pulled back and sank my hard pussy juice coated cock into her cunt very slowly feeling her try to push to me to get it all. Finally I let her have it all in her only to withdraw it in the just slow manner then repeating it over and over until she started begging me to fuck her harder and faster. She said "Oh god, fuck me harder, harder!" I started slamming into her pussy with long hard strokes "Faster, faster oh please!" as I picked up the pace.

Chris was watching from the chair stroking his hard purple rod. Kathy was rolling her head from side to side as I pounded her pussy. I felt her cunt clench my cock as she moaned "I am cumming, I am cumming oh my god don't stop, fuck me, fuck me please!" The juices erupted from her cunt as she shook with body shaking spasms while pumped my own load deep in her throbbing hole. As I was draining the last of my load into her I motioned to Chris to come take my place before she had a chance to realize it we had switched places.

She started to say "No, no not him nooooo." as another climax hit her.

I quickly moved to her mouth covering it with mine kissing her as her no's became moans of pleasure as her body took shook with waves of orgasms. Chris was doing yeomen's work on her cunt as I was kissing her and massaging her firm breasts. I pulled away from her lips only to feed her my slimy cum coated cock now softening. She sucked it in to her mouth licking our mixed juices from my cock and balls as Chris began filling her pussy again with another load of cum. She now had a load from both of us in her pussy as the three of us fell into a small pile on the bed. 

Kathy licked and sucked my cock until she had washed it clean I kissed her tasting our combined juices then said "Clean Chris up too." as I pushed her head gently toward his groin. She pulled back at first but with coaxing she went Chris laid back as I turned her to face him. I reach out opening her legs I could see our mixed cum oozing from her over filled cunt.

I bent to lick the mingled juices I had learned long ago women love to be eaten after sex I must admit this was a first for me eating a pussy filled with more than just my cum in it. But I was still so hot I don't even remember giving it a second thought. My finger found her tight asshole using our mixture I pressed it into her I finger fucked her ass while I licked her pussy as she came licking Chris's soft then hardening cock. 

The rest of the night past in pretty much a blur of drinking and fucking Kathy, Chris and I tag teamed her between her sucking us hard as the other fucked her. At one point though, I remember, I got behind her with her on her side was fucking her pussy then just pulled out during one of her almost constant climax's and pressed my cock up to her tight ass she started to say something but her mouth was filled with Chris's hardening cock. As my cock went right in past her sphincter I tapped Chris telling him to fuck her cunt. He moved down facing her I could feel him slid in as I was pulling out only the thin membrane between us we got a rhythm going as Kathy was gasping in her own climax. 

Then we got together filling her together stuffing both her holes at once as we reached our own orgasms at almost the same time filling both her tight ass and sweet pussy with a double shot of cum. Kathy seemed to pass out again with our cocks still in her. I think we all drifted after that time.

Later I helped Kathy to the bathroom because she could barely walk on her own held her as she peed then we both got in the shower I washed her from head to toe and she me. Chris came in and jumped in after we got out. 

Before it was all over and the sun was up I think we had had her every way we could think of. All through it though Kathy was only letting Chris join in when she was beyond caring, in full heat of the moment, she was never really kissing him as we were all night long. He did go down on her onetime while I was fucking her from behind she really seemed to enjoy that. With the sun coming up Chris was ready to get back to the base. So we dressed I gave Kathy her blue jean skirt, blouse and heels she opened the small case she had brought exposing a makeup bag and a night gown. 

I said "Ahh gee I guess I don't get to see you in that?" as she reached for her makeup bag. Kathy said "Well maybe later." as she went to the mirror in front of the sink. After she'd finished we all left the room, I keep the key.

We got in the car and I drove over to the base to drop Chris off. Before we got to the gate I had Kathy's blouse almost open again her breasts quite exposed and her skirt tucked up in the waist band exposing her well fucked cunt, my hand rubbing her thigh as we pulled to a stop at the guard shack in front of the main gate to the base. The airman on guard duty that came to the window eyes almost popped out when he saw Kathy's almost undressed condition. He waived us through! I drove over to our barracks dropping Chris off by the door saying I'd see him later and handing him Kathy's bra and panties for proof that he had gotten laid....

Kathy and I drove back over to the motel after stopping for breakfast at the I Hop next to the motel. I'd let her button up before going in. After breakfast I gave her the key to the room as we walked to the door; her caring the small bag with the night gown still in it. I took my time fucking her one last time after she had changed into the night gown. Then we drifted off to sleep...



One Night



Hys hands found their way through the dark to Her hips, gripping them bruisingly as He entered Her roughly from behind. Her gasp of surprise changed to a moan of longing as She felt Hym enter Her. Hys voice was low, Hy mouth close to Her ear, when Hy spoke. "Don't wake Your boi, now; hy needs hys sleep."

Her hips moved against Hys, slowly at first then with increasing fervor, Her hands gripping the blankets near Her chin in an effort to keep from touching the sleeping form in front of Her.

Hys low growl in Her ear kicked Her libido into high gear. "Take My fuckin' cock, Bitch." The fingers of Hys other hand wove themselves into Her hair, pulling Her head back hard, bowing Her body, as Hys hips ground against Her ass.

"Gods, yes," She moaned low, Her eyes rolling back in Her head, Her strong legs sliding back and wrapping around Hys. Her hands slid of their own volition into the dark thatch of hair on Her boi's head as it rested on Her pillow. Gripping tight, She pulled hys head back painfully, groaning again as hy whispered in the dark. 

"Aye, m'Lady...harder." hys lithe body backed up against Her, hys hips finding the rhythm set by Hym and pressing against Hers.

"I thought I said not to wake the boi," Hy snarled, hips snapping against Her ass, punctuating Hys words.

She groaned low, an arm wrapping around the boi's trim waist, Her deft hand finding hys cock and stroking the entire length.

"Syr?" The boi's voice was throaty with a suppressed groan as hys hand slid along Hers, caressing Her fingers as She stroked hym.

"Aye, boi?" Hy growled, nipping Her neck, digging Hys fingers into Her hip, Hys never ceasing their motion.

"Syr," the boi moaned low, hys hips pressing against Hers, hys fingers tightening over Her smooth hand. "I was already awake, Syr."

A deep chuckle slid from Hys throat. "Really, boi? And why were you already awake?" Hys hips ground into Hers, driving all 9 inches of Hys cock deep inside Her.

The boi groaned, hys body tensing as Her teeth sunk into hys shoulder, just below hys collar, assaulting hys trapezius muscle with ferocity. "I was thinking, Syr," hys voice dropped in pitch, hys accent smoothing out, becoming less noticeable, as the pain swept through hys lithesome body. "Thinking of fucking m'Lady."

She moaned low at hys words, Her hand quickening the tempo, dancing along hys cock, Her hips mimicking the rhythm, bucking against Hym.

"Good idea, boi," Hy growled, swatting Her ass hard, eliciting another groan from Her lips. "On all fours, Bitch." Hy slid Hys cock out of Her, emptying Her suddenly, leaving Her gasping.

She growled in response and raised up on Her hands and knees, turning to present Her face to Her Boi. "Like this?" She sneered, Her eyes flashing in the dark. She backed up against Her other boi, reached between Her legs, and grasped hys 8-inch cock with a sweaty, steady hand, guiding it to Her nether lips. Her eyes still on Hys, She smirked, curling Her sensuous lips.

Her boi positioned hymself between Her knees, hys eyes looking over Her shapely body for a brief second before snapping hys hips forward, driving hys cock inside Her viciously, a deep moan tearing itself from hys collared throat.

Her eyes widened slightly as She groaned low, Her gaze locked on Hys, watching a smirk play along Hys lips. She felt Her boi's cock slide itself into Her like a sword into a scabbard, impaling Her.

Syr sneered back at Her, rising up onto Hys knees, the head of Hys cock pressing against Her lips. Hy slipped Hys fingers into Her hair, fisting them hard, as Hy thrust Hys hips forward, shoving the full length of Hys 9-inch cock deep into Her throat. "Suck it, Whore," Hy growled, hips snapping forward against the boi's thrusts, effectively pinning Her between T/them.

T/their thrusts bowed Her back, Her stomach almost touching the covers on the bed, bending Her with the force of T/their passions. Her groans echoed in T/their ears as T/they answered Her with grunts and growls, setting fire to Her nerves.

"Fuck Her, boi," Syr snarled, driving Hys cock deep into Her throat repeatedly, cutting off Her air.

A low moan floated over the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, groans, growls, and soft choking noises. "Aye, Syr." hys hand came down hard on Her ass, raising a red hand-shaped welt on Her pale flesh. hy snapped hys hips forward and dug hys long fingers into the welt. hy leaned forward, stilling hys hips briefly, just long enough to growl low in Her ear, "Is m'Lady a Whore?" hys hips snapped again, drawing a strangled groan from Her throat. "Is She?" Another snap of hys hips, another muffled groan, a deep chuckle from Syr.

"Aye, She is, boi...a damned good Whore." Chuckles, deep and dark, sounded from both ends of Her. Both B/bois snapped T/their hips in unison, drilling Her deep with thick cocks, Her back bowing painfully.

The boi reached to the end of the bed, pulling hys leather belt from hys jeans, the silver conchos gleaming in the dark as hy doubled it, wrapping the loose ends around hys fist. Snapping it back, the silver flashed as hy laid it across hys own back before bringing hys arm forward, the leather cracking across Hers and wrapping over Her shoulder. 

An animalistic growl rumbled through Her body, Her muscles clenching around hys cock. The boi groaned low, bringing the belt down across Her back again, silver conchos slicing into Her skin.

She screamed at the pain, sounding choked by the bulk of Syr's cock in her throat, Her body tightening all over, Her hips snapping wildly as Her throat convulsed around Hym.

"Holy fuck!" Syr bellowed, fucking Her mouth violently. Hys body tensed as Hy watched Hers respond, knowing She was losing control of Herself rapidly. Hys eyes lifted to the boi's, reading in their smoky depths a mixture of fear, lust, and desire.

The boi's voice quavered, laced with awe. "Syr?"

Syr grinned wickedly, Hys voice low, almost cruel. "Make Her fly, boi." Hys fingers tightened even more in Her hair, Hys hips bucking, driving Hys cock deeper still, gagging Her with all 9 inches of it.

The boi nodded, lust and desire over-riding hys fear, hys hips driving forward mercilessly, belt flashing in the dark, snapping across Her back repeatedly.

She felt the pain, Her chest burning from lack of oxygen, Her back burning white-hot from the leather and silver cutting into Her. Her body went limp, Her eyes were wide and sightless, and tears streamed unbidden down Her cheeks.

Syr and Her boi fucked Her writhing body, raping throat and pussy, the boi beating Her ass, back, and shoulders with hys belt, driving Her further out of Her body. She screamed as She came, body bucking, juices drenching the boi's thighs. Syr shoved Hys cock deep into Her throat again, cutting the scream off before She could draw another breath.

The boi let go of Her hip and slid hys sweat-slick fingers, 2 of them, deep into Her asshole, twisting them back and forth. hy groaned low as both of Her holes tightened around hym, hys other arm swinging, bringing the belt down hard across Her back.

Her body jerked, another orgasm ripping through her as hys fingers began fucking Her asshole. She felt only T/them and the pain, the orgasms and T/their cocks filling Her, fucking Her, the fingers in Her ass...all sending Her mind flying, freeing Her soul.

Syr growled low, the orgasm inside Hym building at the sight of Hys Wife flying, the sounds of Her body being tormented and tortured.

"Fuck!" The boi's body rocked, muscles locking, as hy came, hys thighs drenched with hys own fluids, mingling freely with Hers. "Holy fuck!" hys head snapped back as Her muscles tightened around hys fingers and cock, squeezing hym, holding hym to Her. hy dropped the belt on the bed, those fingers digging into Her hip, holding on to Her rocking, twisting body.

Syr, snarling, thrust Hys cock deep and hard into Hys Wife's throat a final time, cumming hard amid a string of curses. Hys hands gripped, fisted, then pulled Her mouth off of Hym before sitting back on Hys heels, breath rasping in and out of Hys lungs as Hy looked at Her limp form.

Hys voice croaked as Hy spoke, Hys hazel eyes never leaving Hys Wife's body. "boi?"

"Aye, Syr?" The boi's voice was low, tinged not a little with awe, hoarse from exertion.

"Talk to Her, boi," Hy growled. "Bring Her back to U/us."

The boi nodded. "Aye, Syr. What are You going to do?"

Syr's eyes flicked from Her body to Her boi's eyes. "I'm going to get some water. Touch Her, hold Her, talk to Her, boi." Hys eyes slid back to Her sweat- and tear-streaked face, noting Her beatific expression. "Bring Her back."

The boi nodded again, crawling slowly over the covers and laying hys body against Hers. "Aye, Syr. I'll bring Her back." hy ran a trembling hand through Her hair as Syr rose, padding out of the bedroom, pausing only to slip on a thick, black robe.

hys voice, still hoarse, wavered as hy spoke in hushed tones. "m'Lady? Please, come back. You can land now, my Love." hy wrapped hys arms around Her body and held Her tight, hands caressing Her flushed skin, speaking to Her, hys voice loving and low, pulling Her soul back into Her body, "m'Lady...my Love...my heart's Desire..." hy whispered, tears stinging hys eyes as hy spoke, watching hys Mistress' body quake sporadically, Her beautiful hazel-green eyes open and glazed.

Syr padded back into the bedroom, a bottle of water in Hys hand, an eyebrow raised as Hy listened to the boi speak to hys Mistress, Hys Wife. Keeping Hys voice low, Hy sat on the edge of the bed and ran Hys hand across Her cheek. "Pure poetry, boi," Hy murmured, Hys hazel eyes raising to the boi's startled, tear-filled gray eyes.

"Syr," the boi stammered, voice rising in pitch and volume. "I'm not the writer--"

"Hush," Syr whispered, shaking Hys head slightly. "It doesn't matter W/who the writer is...what matters is that it came from your heart, your lips, using your words." Hy held the mouth of the bottle to Her lips and, in a low voice, said, "Drink, My Forever Love, slowly." Hy smiled as Hy watched Her throat work as She reflexively swallowed the cool liquid. Hys steady eyes met the boi's again, steel will underlying Hys soft-spoken words. "Talk to Her, boi."

The boi's speechlessness vanished at the tone, coupled with the look in Syr's eyes, spurring hym into action. hy began caressing Her bare skin again, seeking not to arouse, but to provide a focus for hys Mistress. "m'Lady, come back, speak to U/us...tell U/us where Your head is at, Ma'am....please."

hys stomach knotted as Her voice rasped from Her parched lips. "I'm here, My boi." She raised Her head slightly, drinking more of the proffered water, Her eyes focusing on Syr's.

Hys voice was as tender as Hys touch when Hy spoke. "How's O/our Girl?" hys fingers caressed Her cooling cheek, Hys eyes searching Hers.

She smiles, flashing Her dimples, eliciting a graon from Her boi, and whispered, "I'm feeling great." She reashed over Her shoulder and cupped the boi's cheek with a slightly unsteady hand.

Syr nodded and held the bottle to Her lips again, helping Her drink more. "Easy, Baby," Hy chided gently. Hy was rewarded with another smile, one suffused with love. Hys eyes moved from Hers to Her boi's, Hys voice still low. "Time for bed, I think."

The boi nodded, shifting hys body against Hers, holding Her against hym as Syr put the water bottle on the dresser and crawled onto the bed, pulling the covers over all 3 of T/them. 

Syr stretched out on Hys back, sighing contentedly as She pulled Hym closer, resting Her head on Hys shoulder. Hy slid an arm under Her head, wrapping Hys arm around both Her and Her boi, pulling them closer to Hym.

She sighed as She was sandwiched between Her B/bois, T/their bodies warming the chill from Her skin, enveloping Her in the safe haven She had always longed for. Her eyelids slid closed over Her eyes as She drifted, falling into a deep sleep, sighing softly as Her body relaxed into T/theirs.

The boi's voice was as soft as the night when hy spoke, hys fingers running through Her hair. "Syr? She's asleep."

"Aye, boi, as She should be." Hy chuckled softly, sliding Hys hand over Her arm where it was draped over Hys waist. "She earned it."

The boi chuckled, nodding as hy shifted hys body against Hers, resting Hys head on Syr's forearm. "Aye, that She did, Syr." hy sighed in content as She shifted with hym, hys name a whisper on Her lips.

"Sleep, boi," Hy growled good-naturedly, before drifting off to sleep Hymself. "She might be up for Round 2 in a few hours."

The boi's voice was a mere whisper. "Aye, Syr...." The boi's smile flashed in the dark a brief moment before hy, too, succumbed to slumber.



One Night



Jill stared at the house in front of her. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this; she was definitely not the type to run off to some strange place to some strange man's house that she barely knew and had never been alone with before. She must be crazy that was the only logical explanation for it. Either that or she was just that horny these days. She rolled her eyes thinking that must be it. She was about to turn tail and run when Sam opened the door. Too late now she thought to herself partially gleeful and partially tripped out by the idea that she would go and have sex with someone she barely knew, if her friends who called her a do-gooder could see her now.

"Hey" he called out "what are you doing standing out here in the dark?"

"Trying to decide if I had the right house." She said smiling up at him. He really was very attractive not in the conventional drop dead gorgeous sort of way, but there was something about him that made her want him. He was taller than her five feet and had the prettiest blue eyes she'd seen on a man, and the red hair that always got her.

"Well come on in the house, I did promise you a massage, and while I'm pretty sure the neighbors wouldn't mind I think I would."

She laughed "Oh come on where's your sense of adventure?"

"I lost it about three weeks ago when my neighbor hit on me. Normally I wouldn't mind, but she's about sixty five and has almost that many cats."

She smirked at him "Aw, feeling a little self conscious now?"

"Like you would not believe, come on I'll show you around the house. Then we'll get down to business."

"Mmm" He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the house. It left a lot to be desired, definitely not a place he stayed often.

"I'm not actually living here right now. I'm remodeling it so I'm staying with my parents; I'm hoping it will be done soon though. Right now though there's only a TV in my bedroom I hope you don't mind."

"Nah, I'm flexible." She started laughing as soon as the words were out. "Well that didn't exactly come out right. I do that a lot speak first, think later."

He had a stunned look on his face and said "That's all right, I think I can live with it, I don't know if my heart can though. I am an old man."

"Sure, whatever you're not that much older than I am so get over yourself."

He laughed "Easy for you to say, you're the young one."

She was lying on his bed and she felt like she was going to melt into a puddle, whatever he was doing to her back she would be his slave forever if he kept it up. His hands were all over her back stroking up and down and she could feel the tension from work seeping out of her. She sighed she could also feel another sort of tension building in her and she was seriously hoping for some sort of relief from that too. Here it came his hands were moving up her sides any minute now he would....argh! He stopped right at her breasts, didn't go any further. Either he was a gentleman or this was his way of making her insane. The insane part was definitely working. She was tempted to just strip right here and scream take me.

His hands slid down her back and he started on her legs, she was sorry that he'd moved away from her breasts she could almost feel his hand touching them she sighed. "Do you like that?" he asked her

"Uh huh" she said "feel free to do anything you like." She smiled when his hands stilled. Finally, they'd get down to business. His hands started moving again massaging her legs moving up her thighs and he stopped again. Okay this was getting old to the point where it was definitely time for her to take matters into her own hands...literally.

She popped up "All right your turn" she purred. She was almost amused by the look on his face a combination of excitement and dread. He must realize that she was planning a little bit of revenge here.

"You know" he said "you don't have to"

She cut him off "Shut up and roll over" she smiled at him

"Yes ma'am." He said as she rolled herself up onto his back and straddled his back. Time for a little torture from her she thought gleefully. She moved her hands up and down his back massaging away the tension she could feel there running her fingers lightly over his back. Moving her hands back up and across his shoulders and lightly rubbing his neck 

She leaned over, blew on his ear and told him. "This is the part where I kiss you unless you kiss me first." He rolled over and toppled her off of him. She looked a little dazed when he wound up on top. 

"You mean like this." He said and covered her mouth with his. Her mouth was partially open and he slid his tongue in before she could say anything. His only thought was that he couldn't believe she was the one who started this, not that he was complaining.

His tongue met hers and her hands tried to move up and he pushed them away. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. "My rules." She looked a little worried by that and he smiled "Don't worry you'll like my rules." She relaxed and tried to kiss him again, but he dodged her mouth. "Patience" he told her and leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. He trapped her hands above her head so he could move them. He groaned not that that meant she couldn't move other things as she wiggled her hips against his. 

He released her hands and made his way down her body suddenly remembering she still had all her clothes on. He moved off her and pulled her up so they were standing on the floor her in front of him. He reached for her shirt and she helped him pull it over her head and it fell to the floor. He stared at her shocked by what he found underneath she always seemed so sensible and straightforward, but then maybe that was the point. "Jesus Jill, where did you get that thing?" She laughed; she didn't think she'd never seen a man so enamored with a black lace bra.

"Wait till you see the rest." She told him as she moved to rid herself of the shorts she was wearing. They slid over her hips and fell to the floor. "You know I'm feeling a little underdressed here" she moved closer to him and put her hands on his chest and pulled his shirt out of his jeans he was still staring and she smiled at him as he pulled his shirt over his head. He leaned down kissed her again lightly trailing his way down her neck and across her shoulder. He got to the strap of her bra and slid it off her shoulder reaching and sliding the other down as well. The black lace fell aside and he reached behind her and unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor. Sam leaned down and slid his mouth over her breast. She moaned and shifted closer to his mouth. He licked her nipple and bit lightly as she tried to unfasten the buckle to his belt. Her hands were shaking as she tried and he continued to move his hands up and down her side brushing past her breasts. 

Finally she got his belt undone and knelt in front of him to pull off his socks. She looked up at him and he almost lost all his control at the sight of her in front of him like that. She stood up and slipped of her black lace panties and went in the pile with the rest of their clothes. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them up and around his neck she leaned closer and kissed his chest. She moved her hands down again and unfastened his pants and pushed them down. He stepped out of them and almost laughed at himself now he was the one shaking.

She smiled up at him and stroked her hands over his thighs his erection bobbing in anticipation as the rest of his body vibrated. She pushed him down on his bed and climbed on top him. "I thought these were my rules." He told her as she straddled his stomach.

"I don't see you fighting me off" she said as she leaned down and licked his chest sliding further and further down kissing his stomach and sliding her hand lower to cup his balls. He groaned, not sure of how much more of this he could take. Obviously she thought she was in control of the situation now, time to set her straight.

He sat up and reached for her breast as she was trying to make him crazy blowing on his thighs. He found her breasts and cupped them in his hands running his thumbs over her hard nipples. She moaned and stared up at his face her long blonde hair fanned across his thighs. She sat up and he pulled her onto his lap she could feel his erection pressing against her and she tried to shift, but he held her still. He leaned down and sucked on her breast rolling her nipple in his mouth running his tongue over it until she was panting his name trying to move so he would be inside her. Her hands were in his hair and he was more aroused than he'd been in years.

He slid his hand lower to her clit and rubbed it with his thumb. She moaned and moved her hips. "Not yet" he whispered.

"Please." She was all but sobbing now as slid his fingers over her she was wet and hot and aroused beyond reason. It would take very little he realized to make her come. So he slid his fingers inside of her and moved them up and down touching all the right places. She moved against his hand as he slid his fingers over her touching her. He cupped her breast in his other hand and ran his tongue over her nipple. He could feel her muscles contract around his fingers and she came in his hand. "Ahhh." She moaned as she collapsed against him.

"Don't think we're done." He told her "not by a long shot."

"I don't think I can move" she whispered

He laughed "Don't worry I think I can manage to make you come again."

"Oh Lord" her head was resting on his shoulder and his hands were shaking as they rested on her hips.

"I want you so bad." He murmured to her. "You can't imagine how much of a turn on it is to sit here with you in my lap knowing that I just made you come." He slid his hand lower and cupped her again rubbing his thumb over her. She shifted against him catching her breath. "I want to be inside you the next time you come though buried deep and hard and moving till you come harder than you just did."

She moaned weakly caught in her own lust unable to stop her body from moving. He reached over and grabbed a condom and rolled it on himself. Then he rolled them until he was on top. "Open your eyes and look at me" he whispered. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he slid inside her. Her hips jerked up to meet his and she moaned as he maintained eye contact with her. He slid in and out slowly at first. 

"Faster" she ground out "I want you now!"

"I want you too" he panted and moved faster sliding fast and hard as her back arched off the bed her muscles contracted around him and he couldn't hold back. He came in a rush that almost blinded him. He dimly heard her scream as all thought left his brain. He collapsed on top of her as all the tension left him. He could feel her breathing hard under him. "Am I crushing you?" he asked surprised he could still speak.

"Nope fine, think I'll stay like this till next year. I think I lost all the feeling in my legs though." She told him

"Well they say if you can feel anything afterwards you've done it wrong." He laughed. "Are you ready for more?"

"You're kidding...right?" She opened one eye and looked at him. He smiled down at her. "You're not kidding." That was her last thought before he kissed her. 



One Night



Friday nights are so boring in a small town. With nothing to do yet again, we decided just to rent a movie and watch it at your house. I love your house, an older house with wonderful wooden pillars in the living room. Oh the fantasies I've had about those. We both love watching movies together but tonight you pick a romance instead of an action movie like we normally watch. This surprises me but I say nothing. After the movie store, we head over to pick up pizza. Back at your house, I watch you getting everything set up, your dark brown hair which I love and muscular body in the shirt I can't resist. The best part of you is your ice blue eyes that clash so wonderfully with your hair. We have been together for only a little while but have known each other our whole lives. You always told me how you loved my deep red hair and how my green eyes go so very close to emerald when I am angry or aroused. You lightly kiss me as you curl up next to me on the couch to watch the movie. 

With my head on your shoulder watching the movie I feel your hand on my thigh. At first it's just there then slowly you start to rub the inside in a circular motion. I spread my legs to give you better access and you turn your head to kiss me. We take the kiss deeper and deeper until we are both panting. Slowly you unbutton my blouse revealing my lace bra and beautiful tits. Trailing the blouse down my shoulders and off my arms you begin to kiss your way down my neck as your hands reach up and undo my bra. Slipping the bra off your mouth trails down my chest until you take my nipple into your mouth sucking it harder and harder until it is aching. Reaching down you undo my pants while your mouth continues to suck on my nipple. You sit up to pull my jeans and panties off; standing you quickly shed your own clothes. You pull me up to you until every part of our bodies is pressed together. I can feel your rock hard cock on my stomach. You take my mouth, kissing me passionately as you lead me to the wooden pole in the middle of the room. Placing my back to the pole and before I can catch my breath from the kiss you have my hands tied around the pole and have blindfolded me. I begin to wonder what you are going to do to me. 

I can feel you staring at my naked helpless body and it makes me even wetter. My juices are running down my thighs making them slick. Suddenly your hands are on my breasts and I gasp, I hadn't realized you had moved closer to me. I feel your hot mouth take my nipple into it and you begin licking it in circular motions while your other hand is tweaking my other nipple. Before long you begin to nibble your way down my stomach until I can feel your breath on the top of my pussy. I begin to whimper and move but with my hands restrained I can't move very far and it is frustrating me to no end. You slowly lick around my lips while spreading my legs. You are now kneeling on the floor in front of me which gives you full access to my body. You continue to tease me with your tongue causing me to moan even louder. You move your hand up my thigh and then slide one finger into my dripping pussy causing me to buck off the pole and into your waiting face where you instantly begin licking me, nibbling on my clit. Driving me insane. You slip a second finger into me and begin to slowly fuck me. I want you so bad I can't stand the torture. I beg you to let me have that cock in me but you continue to deny me and I whimper.

I know you love having this kind of control over me and it makes you so hard it is painful. I wonder how much longer you can hold out. You remove your fingers and I protest by trying to follow them with my hips. It is futile as my restraints won't let me go that far. I feel your hands on my shoulders lowering me to my knees and feeling your cock next to my lips. I open them greedily ready and wanting to suck on that cock. I slowly take all of you into my mouth as you moan at how hot and wet it feels sliding up and down your cock. Swirling my tongue all around as my mouth slides up and down your hard cock. Sucking gently on the head before sliding down once more to take you deep in my throat.

Before I know what has happened you have undone my restraints and turned me facing the pole and reaching around me to tie my hands again. This gives you access to both my dripping pussy and my ass. You slid every inch of you into me in one thrust causing me to scream in ecstasy and cum hard. It feels so good, my body is trembling. You continue to slide in and out of me, going faster and faster. Suddenly you stop, grabbing my hips, you slide out of me. I can feel you pushing against my ass. Without warning you push all of your hard cock in my ass. I scream at the mix of pain and pleasure. It is so tight and it hurts but you stand still for a few minutes to give me time to adjust before you begin to sliding in and out. Slowly, the pain begins to fade, the pleasure is so intense. I can feel you getting closer to orgasm. You begin to pump hard, slamming into me. I scream as my orgasm rips through my body which sets yours off too. You cum so much that it is spilling out of my ass and running down my legs. You wrap your arms around me and hold me against the pole for a few minutes to catch your breather before untying me. You pick me up and carry me to bed where we curl up together and sleep. I wake you hours later but that is another story.



One Night



After arriving home from a night out partying with friends, we could both feel the heat and lust arising in our very souls. As we enter the house and my boyfriend shut the door, the next thing I remember is being slammed up against the wall near the stairs with our tongues entwined in our hot, wet mouths. We were lustfully making out like it was the first time we had ever kissed. As he kissed me, I could feel warmth overcome my body starting from my pussy and moving up towards my breasts. As I moan in pleasure from his kisses and hands moving up and down my body, he slowly kissed me down my neck and teases my nipples with his hot tongue making me squirm. His hands reach down to slowly slide up my thighs gently moving my black dress up my thighs as he reaches for my hot, wet pussy. As he touches my pussy, I twitch with anticipation of his tongue on my hard, swollen clit.

Still pinned up against the wall by his body, he drops down to his knees, lifts my dress and finally gives my pussy the licking and sucking that it craves. With every flick of his tongue, my hips grind into his face looking for his tongue to fuck my pussy deeper and deeper. As he licks my pussy and sucks my clit, his hands wander to my throbbing asshole and he starts to caress my puckered asshole. He wets his fingers with my pussy juices and his saliva and thrusts his middle finger into my asshole making me wish it was his hard, thick cock. My hips are grinding as he finger fucks my asshole and licks and sucks my clit, making me absolutely insane and screaming for him to fuck me hard. He then moves up to my mouth kissing me deeply with my pussy juices on his face and tongue sharing it with me, as he knows I like the taste of pussy. I lick and suck on his lips trying to get every drop of my pussy juice off of his face. 

I reach down and unbutton his jeans feeling how hard he is from eating me and fingering my asshole. All I want is to suck his hard cock and tease the head of his cock until he feels the need to fuck me. I drop to my knees and start sucking the shaft and at the same time teasing his head with my tongue. My hands are around his balls and begin to rub his taint moving closer and closer to his soft, pink asshole. I begin to massage his asshole with my fingers preparing it for my turn to lick and finger his asshole. I take his jeans off and turn him around facing the wall as I run my tongue and hands down his back moving faster and faster down between his ass cheeks with my tongue until my tongue finds his soft, shaved asshole. As I bend him over with one hand and with the other hand, grab his hip, I thrust my tongue into his asshole deeper and deeper until I hear him moan. I then proceed to lick and softly massage his asshole with my tongue enjoying every inch of it and its taste in my mouth. His cock is so hard it feels like it is going to explode in my hand as I jerk him off with my tongue in his ass.

We finally make it to the floor where we need to fuck like animals because the passion and lust is to the extreme. He puts me in the doggy position and before he fucks my pussy, he needs to kiss and tongue my hot asshole as I did his. He fucks my asshole with his tongue as deep as he can possibly go while I rub and play with my pussy making it wet for his cock. He quickly gets up to his knees after licking my asshole and sticks his hard cock into my wet, cum dripping pussy and fucks me harder and harder until I scream in painful pleasure because it is so big. I continue to beg him to fuck me hard, but he says "I want to fuck your asshole." He takes his cock out of my pussy and proceeds to lick and spit on my asshole to make it nice and wet for his hard cock. He stands me up against the wall bending me over so that my ass is up and my head is between my legs and he slowly sticks his hard cock into my tight asshole. With every inch, I quiver and moan in pleasure. Finally as his cock is all the way into my ass, I say "pull it out all the way and stick it in again." He does as I say and then he gets so lustful that he finally just fucks my asshole harder and harder as, once again, I play with my pussy. I then reach back to spread apart my asshole so that I can feel every inch deeper and harder as he pounds me in the ass.

After pounding me in the ass, he says "suck your ass juice off my cock babe" and I reach around, get on my knees and suck his cock all the way to his balls getting every drop of ass juice to go down my throat. As I continue to suck his cock he grabs the back of my head pushing his cock deep into my mouth fucking my mouth. I then look up and hear him say "honey, your gonna make me cum. Where do you want it? In your mouth?" I nod my head yes. The second I nodded my head, he shot his creamy, hot load into my throat. I could feel his cock throb and feel his warm cum slide down my throat. My mouth was watering for the taste of him and I finally got it.

After he shot his load, he then laid me down on the floor and started to lick and suck on my clit. He then stuck his two fingers into my wet pussy and fingered my pussy harder and deeper as he suck on my swollen clit. I screamed and moaned in pleasure. He was also moaning while he sucked my clit. My entire body was quivering and my hips were rising up and down into his face and fingers wanting to be fucked deeper and deeper. I finally can't take it anymore and I have to cum hard all over his fingers and tongue. I say "honey, im gonna cum, oh my god I'm gonna cum." I start twitching and groaning, moaning and growling as I have the most explosive orgasm I have every had.

We both lay on the floor lifeless and exhausted from the drain to our bodies completely and utterly pleased and satisfied. Good night!



One Night



This is not a fast paced free for all. This is a slow paced, developing story. So while quickies are nice you won't find it with this one. Hope you enjoy…. 

Sarah Jacobs was a young woman only twenty three. The typical blonde hair, blue eye combination that most linked those jokes to. She was anything but the typical blonde. She was smart, funny, and could hold a conversation. Hell she was in a league of her own she often thought, a blonde with a brain.

She had worked for Mr. James almost a year now. Sarah had been fresh out of college when she had applied for the internship with his company. For so long she had wanted to be a writer. She had longed to tell a story and now here at the paper she was given that chance, or so she had thought. 

As of yet she hadn't been given the chance to write a real story. All she had been handed this past year was fluffy stories, fillers about things no one really cared about. She was getting to the point where she thought about leaving. That wouldn't be good for her career though, she knew better than that.

Letting out a sigh she made her way into the office and found her small desk. It sat outside of Mr. James much larger plush office. She envied him, envied the ability to write what he wanted. Most thought little Sarah was just his gofer but she was learning from him. She only wanted a chance to be the writer she knew she was.

"Good morning Mr. James," she said as he walked by in his tailored suit.

"Morning Sarah, did you see the email I sent you?"

"Not yet, I just got in a few minutes ago but I'll read it then get with you about it."

"Please do, I could use your help with this one," he said walking into his office.

Well he wanted her help, perhaps this was actually the break she wanted. Turning on her computer Sarah couldn't help but wonder what the email would hold in store for her. It seemed to take forever to sign in knowing that something, some piece of information was waiting for her. Finally, she thought with an exasperated sigh as she was logged in.

Sarah,

I need your help with a story. It involves a club here in town. From what I've heard it is a sex club. I need to have you help me check this out. I hear many political figures frequent this establishment. I'm planning on going there Thursday evening. I'm asking for you to attend with me. I think that you would make a great reporter and this is an excellent story for you. 

James

Sarah couldn't believe what she was reading. Her eyes reread the email several times before she could fully understand the words written there. She would be given a chance, the opportunity to shine. This was what she wanted yet some part of her was afraid. The idea of it being a story about a sex club was intimidating to her. She herself had always had what one would call normal relationships. 

Sex was something she had always been led to believe happened in the bedroom once it was dark. She had dated men that she had opened herself up to and experimented a little but nothing that would prepare her for this. This would be a real test, she knew that. Also the simple fact she found her boss extremely attractive didn't help.

She sat there thinking about what would happen, what he would do while they were in the club. Obviously there would have to be some sort of relations between them. How far would Mr. James take it? Then the next question Sarah thought about was, how far did she want him to take it? She knew full well what that answer was, or at least she thought she did.

She ran her hands over her black skirt, smoothing it and drying palms. Sarah stood making sure she felt presentable enough before seeing him. She needed to be professional; this was a big break for her. Running her tongue over her lips, she began walking to his door and lightly knocking. She heard his voice tell her to enter and she smiled to herself at that sound.

"Sarah, please sit down," he said adjusting his tie.

"Thank you Mr. James. I just finished reading your email," she told him even though she knew he was already aware.

"What are you thinking young Sarah? Is this too much for you to take on? Would you rather stick to you dogs in the park stories?"

That little comment itself set her blood boiling. She wanted to be taken seriously and this wasn't going to be the way. She sat there, her mind stewing with anger. She was good, she could write. Sarah knew that, she only needed to be given the chance to actually write about a real story, not something frilly.

"I'm ready for this Mr. James. Don't worry, you won't be disappointed," she told him as she stood.

"Very good Sarah, I thought I was right about you. Thursday evening I will pick you up at your place. Be sure to wear something fitting of the club, can't have them thinking we are not who we say we are."

With that thought she left the room and went back to her desk. Her legs shook, she noticed, as she sat down. She was still steamed because of his comment. She knew he was only doing that to get under her skin, it was his way. Finally sitting she calmed herself and thought of the great possibility this would bring her. Besides that she needing to go shopping, the night would require something new. She had just the friend to help her, she thought dialing her number.

"Kelly, hey you busy tonight or tomorrow. I have to go shopping for a new outfit. Great I'll pick you up tonight."

Hanging up Sarah reread the email. She couldn't stop her eyes from lingering over the words. She also couldn't wait to let him see her in action. Sarah knew she would get her story and maybe she would have a little fun getting it. That all depended on Mr. James.

To be continued…



One Night



Laughter filled the night. The darkness of the ocean veiled the young couple as they danced in the night. The soft melody of music played from a muffled pocket, barely audible over the contagious laughter that erupted between the man and woman as they moved together along the shore. The sound of the waves rolling in and out only added to the mystique of the moment, the moment of a dream coming true.

"We are crazy, you know that right?" She asked, chiding him as she felt his deep, rumbling laugh warm her heart. She heard his mumbled reply that he was well aware. They had long ago decided that they were crazy and in love and neither really cared what it meant as long as it meant they were together.

Singing softly to the muffled music playing on his cell phone she chuckled to herself, pulling herself tighter against him. The motion, much to her chagrin, made her wince and whimper, the fresh welts on her thighs still tender to the briefest of touches. She smiled to herself, loving the pain and loving him for inflicting it on her. This weekend had proven to be everything she had hoped for and dreamed of and then so much more. She knew, this night, she would experience what it would be like to be his, fully, and the thought of it made her tremble and shake.

It didn't go unnoticed by him. He asked if she was shaking from the cold or her nerves. She replied by kindly asking if she could say it was the cold even though it was nerves. His hand sliding over her thigh and gripping her welts made her whimper and shake, making her tuck her head shyly beneath his chin. She should have known better then to ask to deceive him, knowing she never could. 

He pulled her gently back from the shoreline towards the car. Laughing as she sunk into the seat, whimpering from the feel of the seat on the welts on her thighs. Shaking her head as he got into the drivers seat she resumed her position in the car. Laying her hand lovingly on his thigh, her cheek on his shoulder, wanting to be next to him always. He started the car and turned up the radio some, humming along to it as they drove through the streets. Lights blurred in her mind as she shivered anxiously, taking time at each red light to lean up and kiss him. 

At his place they dallied around taking off coats and shoes. She loved the way he grinned when he took her scarf from around her neck and put it on the hanger. Hell, she loved everything about the man. In the short time they had known each other he had, unknowingly, awakened in her the devoted creature she had always feared becoming. She had no choice but to be herself with him as she knew he would accept nothing less. To be herself required that she love him unconditionally.

After waiting for him to mix them a single drink she took the lead upstairs, feeling his hand slide up between her legs, squeezing one of the well placed welts on her thigh. She whimpered, knowing that was the desired effect and inwardly cursed her body for being so giving to him. Knowing he was teasing her she openly bickered at him, commenting about how she would never let him beat her again. Obviously it was an idle threat as she was as addicted as him to the pain he inflicted on her tender flesh. 

Entering his room they both did what came naturally. Clothes fell away easily, covers drawn up over the lovers, kisses and soft words exchanged. She never felt more content than in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, hearing his sighs against the silkiness of her chestnut hair. 

"Say it again," he prompted after sharing a sip of gin and tonic with her. Licking at the sweet nectar he had just dribbled from his mouth into hers she lifted up slightly, purring briefly before whispering what he wanted to hear.

"I love you Master," she said, without fear or hesitation. She needed for him to know who he was in her life and knew that 'Master' was the only word that could sum it up. He owned her, fully, even if it wasn't official she knew it would be someday soon. She sighed as he pulled her tighter against him, his mouth claiming hers with sweet authority. She gave in quickly, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing her bare breasts against his chest.

Rolling her to the side he wrapped his arms around her, sliding his seemingly always hard cock against the crack of her ass between her sopping thighs. He knew she would be ready, she always was for him. Pushing in quickly with one thrust he grunted against her ear, sending white fire racing upwards along her spine. Without haste they built up a steady, pleasurable tempo, rocking against one another beneath the softness of the blankets they had wrapped themselves in.

The movements switched from a tender, loving embrace to something more carnal, more primitive. His thrusts became more forceful, her breasts scraping against the softness of the sheets. Her soft, pliant whimpers became cries of delight and pleasure, and to a lesser degree pain. He knew just how to move, just how to push her and hurt her and she loved him all the more for it. She moved against him, wanting him to feel each inch of her dripping pussy wrapped tightly around him and she knew he delighted in it. 

Eventually the friction of the sheets became too much of a hindrance to both and he rolled her to her back, sliding over her, never leaving the warm, wet heat between her thighs. Pulling her down on the bed he impaled her on his cock, grunting with male satisfaction. Her soft mews had become breathy whimpers and her nails raked across his chest and hips as she writhed beneath him. Gripping his hips with her thighs as she bucked to meet his forceful thrusts she cried out with pleasure, whimpering pleadingly as he grabbed her wrist, forcing her fingers to her swollen, throbbing clit.

She looked up to him with begging eyes, shaking her head, hearing his demand that she play with herself while he pounded into her pussy. Gasping and twisting in exquisite pleasure as her finger idly stroked her taut clit she cried out, arching upwards, her hair a wild, tangled mess of chestnut beneath the crown of her head. His hands roamed over her body, knowing it was for him, his toy to do with as he pleased, the look of male satisfaction on his face sent pangs of fear and desire through her belly.

Rolling her hips to meet his building tempo she jerked her hand from her pussy, not wanting to cum too quickly yet unable to help herself. Her desperate, wild pleas as she begged to cum fell on deaf ears. His demand that she wait did not stop the tide of pleasure rolling through her. She willed herself to stop but could not, pleading with her Master. She begged to be fucked and fucked hard, strumming her clit in wanton pleasure. Unable to resist the tidal wave of molten heat that flooded her pussy and the pounding, demanding rhythm of her Master's thrusts the young woman cried out in agony.

"I love you Master," she cried, arching upwards to press her face into the side of his neck. Shuddering and whimpering breathlessly she felt him still then slam into her. He knew, as well as she did, her desperate cry of love was her confirming that she had surrendered to the pleasure only he knew how to give her. Suddenly his breath was hot in her ear, demanding she cum, ordering her to give in to the sensations consuming her. Her body tensed, crying out against his shoulder, muffling her sobs against his strained muscles. 

He showed no mercy, continuing his assault long after she had found her release. His motions became more demanding, his hips bruising as they slammed into hers. Her breasts bounced across the slim expanse of her torso, hurting from the assault. She gasped and mewed, pushing at him yet knowing she could never deny him. She had given in long ago and now was the time to show him what that meant. Hiding her face against his neck as she heard him let out a low, manly growl she shivered, knowing what was to come and wanting it, needing it.

Tensing beneath him to let him ram his cock into her she heard his moans, his whispered words of love. His words of love, though, were different. They were from the heart, his to hers, nothing between them. They were completely a part of one another and she basked in that knowledge. Giving in freely to him as she surrendered to his need for her she trembled, her pussy sore and swollen, puffy lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. 

"My slave, my fucking slut," he grunted against her ear, burying his face in her hair, his sweat mingling with hers on heated flesh. Shaking with pleasure and love she gasped, moaning her agreement into his neck. The assault raged on, sending her tumbling into an unknown world. Feared suddenly consumed her, knowing that she would, at that moment, give anything for him. The assault bared her fully to him and her cries of fear fell on deaf ears. Consumed in the moment of having what was his he could not see the fear masked by pleasure. 

Startled at the realization she cried out and pushed at him. He only pulled her back, harder and rougher each time. Pleading no as she arched against him, her thighs closing to keep him away his hand buried itself in her tawny locks, pulling her head back as his mouth raped hers brutally. Shaking she felt him withdraw for a moment, looking down at her, slapping her clit with the head of his cock.

Fairly shrieking from the sensation she arched and pushed at him again. Feet kicking into the bedspread as she jerked away. His low growl sent her mind spinning as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her pussy back between his thighs. Again the slapping sensations made her cry out, biting her lip and stifling her cries with her hand. He would have nothing to do with it, pulling her hands away from her mouth and pinning them over her head. Staring down at her flushed features he pulled his cock away, pressing it forward as he lifted her hips.

The prospect of the savage pounding on her ass made her cry in fear. Straining she drew her hips back and looked to him, seeing the intent on his face she moaned in pleasured misery, knowing he would have what he desired. Reaching down she pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole, shaking, panting breathlessly.

"Show your Master how much of a slut you are," he demanded roughly, pushing his hips forward. In one swift movement of her hips he was in her, pounding against the welts littering her thighs. Trying to breathe she cried out and pulled him down to her, willing her lungs not to fail her, feeling her head spin with the sensation of her Master inside her, using her, consuming her. The pain of the welts, of her ass being stretched around his dick, of his hand gripping her throat sent her mind spiraling. Willing herself to trust him, to give everything to him she did. 

Giving in completely she clung to him. Feeling him move inside her, use her, hurt her she silently thanked him for accepting her, wanting her, needing her. She knew then that he was giving just as much of himself to her. He was showing her the man he was, the man he wanted to be, the man she made him. She rolled her hips as his tempo continued, knowing from his gasps and moans that he was soon going to fill her with hot cum.

Knowing what he would need to push him over the edge she leaned upwards, pressing hot kisses against his neck, biting his shoulder as she begged him to cum in his slave. She had always professed that she never knew how to beg, but when the moment came, she knew what to do. Feeling him gasp as the bed rocked beneath her she arched against him, letting him buck against her, taking her at an unholy pace. 

Finally she heard his low gasp and felt him thrust into her. Her ass gripped him like a vice, her thighs tight around him, his motions stopping as he collapsed on her. Sweat mingled, lips caressed, fingers touched. Both were sated, loved and fully consumed in the other. Feeling him roll to the side and pull her into his arms she rolled with him, looking into the chocolate brown of his eyes, smiling softly to him.

"I love you Master," she said.

"I love you, my slave," he said.



One Night



Curled up on the sofa, it felt just like old times. The off-the-cuff innuendo, shameless flirting, having you so close to me, testing myself every second… how long can I hold out? How far can I take this before I have to act?

I can feel your hand brush my hair. I pointedly look forward, making it appear that I hadn't notice. I pray you don't notice the goose bumps on my arms. Nothing happens for a few long seconds and I start to relax thinking that it was purely in my mind. Suddenly, your fingers are twisted in my hair, pulling my head back sharply. Involuntarily, I let out a cry. 

Your lips are so close to my neck that I can feel your breath. Quietly you whisper, "Enough of your games. Aw, don't look so shocked my little kitten. You've been pushing me and teasing me for too long now. Surely you saw this coming!"

You're looking in my eyes now, and I feel a shudder run down my spine. Did I go too far? I ask myself. Is he angry with me?

Your lips are grazing my neck as you whisper to me again, "You have been having fun at my expense, Princess. Well, now your little play-thing wants some fun of his own." I feel my body respond to your hushed words. Behind it all is a slight sense of foreboding that I am trying hard to ignore. He cares about me. Surely he would never do anything to hurt me? As this thought enters my mind, a thousand conversations play in my head. All those times I had talked about my fantasies, my likes and dislikes, experiences both good and bad, never for a moment thinking that you would be listening to me. I close my eyes and try to arrange my thoughts. Your lips are still caressing my neck, muddling me. 

"Oh no, pretty one! You are going to feel every.little.thing that I do to you this night! You are going to feel it, and enjoy it, and then you are going to thank me in your own very unique way."

With this, your hand pulls my hair tighter, forcing me to my feet. I cry out again, but you ignore me. You half lead me to the bedroom and I'm half relieved when you release my hair. But part of me doesn't want you to stop. I suppress that thought and attempt to put a defiant look on my face. You chuckle at this and indicate that I should sit on the bed. I don't. Without warning, your hands are around my waist, and you topple me onto the bed. Shocked, all I can do is stare at you. I feel your hands running up my arms, and my wrists being raised. Assuming that you are going to embrace me, I don't protest. I hear a noise above my head which makes me reassess the situation. 

My wrists are handcuffed to the bed. I pull at them, half expecting them to come undone. Nothing happens, of course. I realise that you had planned it this way. There's enough slack in the chain to allow me to turn over onto my front, but that is the entire range of movement I am allowed. With a shiver, I realise the connotations of this. Oh God! I think. I can feel my clit start to enlarge, throbbing for attention. No no no!! I don't want to be beaten!! I try and keep my breathing as even as possible even though I can feel myself starting to gasp.

"Look into my eyes, Princess. See that I am perfectly serious when I tell you that there is no "safe word" for you. There is no escape. You are at my mercy, and I will make you scream, and beg, and cry out before this night is over. You will pay for all those times you teased me and stayed out of reach of retaliation. You will succumb to me in every way, and you will like it! I know the dirty little bitch that you are. All those secret acts you dream about, but think yourself too proper to act on. Tonight, you will experience your dark side and there will be no turning back!"

With this, my world goes black. You have placed some kind of blindfold on me, and I can see nothing. I am acutely aware of how quiet this room is, of how close you are to me, of the hardness pushing against my thigh. I can do nothing but recede into my world, where all my focus turns to my pussy. I know that I am hot for you, already pulsing for you to be inside me, but I prey hard that you do not know this. This is not what I want; this is not what I want! I repeat it like a mantra in my mind.

Without warning, I feel your hands sliding up my sides. Your thumbs brushing my rock hard nipples with the lightest of touches. I know the game is up when you laugh softly to yourself at this. You know!! Slowly, you pull down my tube top, taking it down over my waist, pulling my trousers and knickers with it without hesitation. I feel the bed dip as you lean back on your heels at my feet. Within five minutes, I have gone from being completely in control to being stripped bare at your hands. Instinctively, I cross my legs, which just makes you laugh once more.

I feel you move away from the bed, then hear the door opening and closing. I let out a soft sigh of relief. I have a few moments to compose myself, I think. To regain some control over my already aching body. I pull again at the handcuffs, trying to find a flaw, a way out. After much tossing and turning, I slump back onto the bed. There is nothing I can do. You were right. There is no escape.

It feels like forever since you left me. The cool of the room is giving me shivers. I part my legs slightly, feeling the cool breeze sweep across my clit, and already wet pussy. I wish briefly that I could run my hands across myself; feel how hot I am, maybe bring some distraction.

"I told you that you were a dirty bitch" I hear from the foot of the bed. I can't contain my surprise and I quickly go to re-cross my legs. I feel your hand on my ankle, quick as lightening. You hadn't even left the room I realise. "No no no!" I say softly to you, but knowing that this would probably do nothing but make you smile.

"Oh, I think that it's about time I got another glimpse of what is about to be mine once more, don't you Princess?"

With strength I was completely unprepared for, you pull my legs apart. I blush as I feel my left ankle being secured by something unknown. After testing that I cannot move my leg, your hands return to my right. Slowly, ever so slowly, you pull it to the other bedpost. I cry out as I feel my pussy lips parting, revealing to you my swollen clit. I can feel my cheeks burning, but I shut my mouth tight. Right leg secure, I feel you move away again. I can hear noises, but I can't quite work out what they are. After a few minutes of this, with a shock of clarity, I realise that the sound is that of a camera! "Bastard!!" I retort, angrily despite myself.

"Don't panic my love. These are purely for my own pleasure. A memento, you might say."

I'm burning with embarrassment, but cannot cover myself, or in fact move at all.

Suddenly, the noise stops and without warning your lips are on my inner thigh. I seal my lips, and set myself show no signs what-so-ever that I may be enjoying any thing that you do. You work your way up one thigh, then down the other, breathing on my clit as you swap sides, but never actually touching it. Oh My! I think. This may be a problem!!

I can feel my wetness start to seep between my pussy lips. I know that you are trying to get a reaction from me, and try and remain as still as possible. Your hands slide up my legs and settle on my tiny, but erect nipples. Circling them, gently pulling and squeezing them, I can't help but arch my back. You know my nipples are a weakness. One of many conversations I have had with you. At this first sign of weakness, your kisses find my clit at last, kissing downwards to plant a final deep kiss on my wet little hole. I pull frantically against the chains and the ties on my legs. You already know that this is not an act that I willing participate in, knowing that the embarrassment of letting someone touch and kiss me so intimately when I can do nothing in return , is unbearable to me. You simply pinch my nipples harder and say "No more of that, Princess. If you struggle too much more, I may have to gag you!" I freeze in mid-throw. 

Your tongue runs flat over my clit, bringing little tremors of pleasure throughout my body. Not giving me time to think, you start to run little circles around my clit, your hands leaving my breasts to hold onto my thighs. My pussy is burning almost as hot as my face as I feel an orgasm starting to build deep within me. I try to swallow the moans that escape me, but only manage to release a long shaking sigh.

I can feel your right hand leave my thigh, then a gentle finger rubbing my wet pussy. I arch once more as another wave of pleasure rips through me. I can't bear the thought of cumming for you in such an exposed way, but your insistent tongue just won't let up, moving in ever smaller and faster circles. Your finger pushes past my tight hole, and enters me to the knuckle in one easy thrust. I cry out. I can feel you smiling as you work me towards a body wracking orgasm. Without a thought, a second finger penetrates me, then a third, thrusting in and nearly all the way out before violating me once more. 

I am moaning out loud now, I realise, but I am so close to letting go that there is absolutely nothing that I can do. I cannot pretend that I do not want you filling me, fucking me. I want you to make me cum and I want to scream into the night. As I feel my body start to shake, you pull away from me, leaving me hanging over a cliff. 

"NO! Don't stop! Please!! Don't stop!" I can't help myself. My pussy is dripping and I feel like I am on fire. I don't care how stupid I must look begging to be allowed to cum. I hear you fumbling and then suddenly the bed is dipping either side of me, and I feel your knees either side of my chest. Your hands are once more in my hair, and your cock is pressed against my lips. I part my lips willingly, slipping my tongue over your tip, tasting your precum. I wish I could look into your eyes as I take you into my mouth. I cannot do everything that I wish with my hands tied, so I focus all my energy into sucking you, running my tongue around your head each time you withdrawn. Your hands are guiding my head as you start to fuck my mouth, making me retch with each thrust, making me take all of you down my throat. I cannot move away, nor concentrate on how best to please you. You simply fuck my mouth, leaving my hot, wet pussy open to the night air. I can feel you start to harden and shake, and prepare myself, but you abruptly pull away. The next instant, I feel your hard cock slam into my pussy, all the way to the hilt. I cry out, and try to pull away, but you simply pull almost all the way out of me and pump into my tight hole once more. Your hands grip my waist as you fuck me, hard and fast. I can feel my pussy tighten around your hard cock as I feel my release building once more. As I do so, I can tell that you are building to your climax, and squeeze my pussy muscles that little bit tighter. I decide that you won't notice if I stop myself cumming to feel you explode inside me. Two more incredibly powerful thrusts later, I can feel your hot sticky cum inside me, and I can't help but smile with satisfaction. I beat him!

Pulling out of me, you simply walk out of the room, leaving me hot, sweating and catching my breath.

Ten minutes later, you return, and untie my legs. With a sigh of relief, I give you a grateful smile. You pull my hair and snap my head back, make my pussy throb once more.

"That was very naughty of you, my little whore. Now I need to find a way to punish you. You will give in to me!" you almost snarl in my ear. Immediately, my juices are flowing and I can feel it running down my arse.

"Turn over. On your knees"

Reluctantly, I do as I'm told. My hands are still chained, but I am too close to the headboard to rise entirely. All I can do is lean on my elbows, leaving my bum stuck in the air.

A stinging slap makes me catch my breath. Another makes me almost cry out. The third, harder than the last two draws a deep moan from me. At this moment, your hands find my clit once more. You can see how hot you are making me. My pussy is sopping and pink as a flower. With each strike, I can feel myself edging closer to defeat, my pleas going unheard as my arse cheeks turn pink under your hand.

The spanking stops, but you continue to work my clit. I feel your finger dip into me once more, appearing to almost savour my juices before withdrawing. Confusion swamps me, when all too clearly I feel a pressure on my little arse ring. 

"Be still, Princess. Soon, I will show you what exquisite pleasure pain can bring"

With this, I can feel your finger, lubricated with my own wetness, slid past the reluctant ring, just moving an inch into me. I go to move away, but you push harder, and I can no longer move. I am torn between the rolling pleasure you are bringing me as you continue to play with my pearl, and the tearing pain you are inflicting upon me all too willingly. You allow me a few seconds to adapt, and I relax slightly, allowing you further into my virgin hole. You take it greedily and continue to push. Within seconds, you are buried inside me, and I start to believe that the worst is over.

"This is going to hurt quite a lot, my sweet, but believe me when I say that you deserve every second of this and you will enjoy it"

With that, you swiftly remove your finger, and where one had once settled, two returned. 

Ignoring my cries and pleas to stop, that you are tearing me, you continue to stretch me, probe me, while all the while working me with your other hand, occasionally returning to my pussy for assistance.

Once you are satisfied that I am partially open, you remove your fingers from my burning anus, and your rock hard cock enters my pussy from behind. You allow me a few minutes to savour this very safe experience, and to regain my composure, before ripping out of me, and thrusting into my tight, prepared arse, wringing a scream from my lips.

Your fingers on my clit pick up their pace, slowly walking me back to my downfall, your other hand entangles itself in my hair, pulling my head back to the ceiling and arching my spine.

"You will cum for me bitch. I will experience your virgin orgasm as I pump your arse full of me. And if there is any kind of resistance from you, I will simply go harder, and faster, and deeper. Is that understood?"

Silently, I nod and focus on my clit, swelling under your hand, trying to ignore your huge cock filling me.

Slowly you withdraw, then push into me, a little faster, and a little harder. 

"Oh, you are so damn tight!" I hear you mutter from behind me. The pain you are causing is almost unbearable, but I don't want you to stop. Never stop. You pick up your rhythm until you are almost touching the top of me, when my legs start to shake, and I can't contain myself any longer.

"Oh my God! Fuck me! HARDER! Please, oh please, make me cum!"

On hearing these words, you give a brief grunt of satisfaction before burying yourself in to my arse to the hilt. With this, my body tears and I give in to an earth shattering orgasm. My legs tremble, and I feel as if I am about to pass out. My arse sucks your cock harder, pulsing with every delicious spasm that rips through me, pushing you over the edge and you cum gloriously inside me. You wait until my body has stopped shuddering before withdrawing from me. You allow me to topple onto my side and lay down behind me, wrapping your arms around me, and kissing the back of my neck. As my breathing returns to normal, you reach up and undo the handcuffs. We remain there for a long time, knowing that it will be a long time before we can top that experience, and dreaming of a way that we can.



One Night



I met Amanda about 6 months ago. It was at a frat party and I was getting some unwanted attention off this guy, and she stepped up to give me a hand. He backed away immediately; she explained her brother was the big man on campus and so people tended to leave her alone. So I thanked her for her help and we just talked for the rest of the night and since then we have been friends.  Nothing more until last night. 

Let me take you back 12 hours to a time that even though we promised to forget, will be the most magical, erotic and sexually most amazing night ever. It was about 8pm and I was in my dorm room that I shared with my twin sister Amy. Amy sat on her bed, while me and Amanda sat on mine. We were talking about how we first met and how she stopped a guy from hitting on me.

"So because of your brother, this guy just backed off?" Asked Amy.

"Yes, he has a pretty tough reputation around campus so people tend to avoid upsetting him. He is really baby when he is alone with me, but don't tell him I told you."

"So must be a problem finding a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, I like women, so it is not a problem."

"Does that mean you are a lesbian?"

"Yes."

"Why did you never tell me?"

"You never asked."

"Well I just assumed you liked guys."

"Well what does it matter whether I like guys or gals?"

"It doesn't, maybe it's the shock of discovering you are gay. Do you like me?"

"Why does everyone ask that question? Well I suppose in part I can understand that. But think about it, if I really liked you, and you know how open I am, I could have tried to get into your panties at anytime."

"So you don't find me attractive."

"I never said that, but you were asking why I never attempted to ask you out."

"So you do find me attractive?"

"You are very beautiful, but we are also friends and I know you like guys so nothing was going to happen."

"Well if we weren't friends and you never knew I liked guys, and that you are on my bed, would you want to have sex with me?"

"I never have one night stands, sex is important to me, but only with someone I really like or know. I spend at least 2 weeks getting to know a person before I do, then I hope whatever we have will continue."

"But what if for one night, now, that we both forgot everything we know and just for tonight, you have a one night stand with me, and I have sex with a woman, and tomorrow we forget it or just remember it as a fantasy that will never happen again?"

"You are really serious about this?"

"Very, I have always wanted to try sex once with a woman, I am not trying make it sound like I am using you, but of all the women I know, you would be the only one I would like to be with sexually, whether you were gay or not."

"Wow, quite an offer. Maybe with this being college and a time for experimenting and experiencing strange new things, I could just for one night let myself go and have sex with you."

"Sophie, I can't believe you are actually considering this?"

"Amy, you said you would never do drugs before you came here, but I know you and Ray have a spliff now and then, never say never, I want to have sex with a woman once. One night of pure pleasure, no risk of pregnancy, just see what it is like."

"How do you know about me and Ray, never mind, maybe I'll just go and find Ray?"

"How about you stay and have fun?" Asked Amanda

"What?" Amy and I said.

"Well you just said tonight is about forgetting and enjoying, one night only, I would love to have a threesome, and with twins no less, and who knows maybe you two can try it together, a bit of incest, it is for one night, tomorrow it will be the past, no one outside these walls will know anything, this will be between us three, I will never tell anyone. I know neither of you will mention it. But I can promise you that I will give you more pleasure than any man ever will, it is just for one night what do you think?"

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested or a little aroused by all this. But my inhibitions are still in place to think about continuing this. Plus I do not see Sophie and I even getting that close to each other." Replied Amy.

"I can, I think you are pretty, even if we are twins, I would like to try it."

"No way can you be thinking of having sex with your sister."

"I can and I am, I mean I don't know how much we will do to each other, but I am sure that Amanda will be the center of attention here, not us. I think Amy that for one night we should have fun, see where things take us."

By this time we had not really paid attention to Amanda, but when we did her hands were inside her pants, masturbating.

"Amy, stand up for me please?" And she did. Amanda seemed set, on a mission. She got up and just kissed Amy, she pulled her fingers from within her pants and pointed them towards me. This was it, the moment of no return for any off us. But as this was my idea I was not going to back out. So I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking her juices. To say I was turned on was an understatement; I was so wet I could take a bath in the juices, maybe not, but how else am I to describe the moment. My inhibitions had now gone on holiday to Hawaii for the night; I stood, took off my jeans and slid the hand that was in my mouth, into my panties. Now things got really interesting. Amanda was still kissing Amy but in order for Amanda to get her fingers to work, I needed to be in front. So without thinking I just separated Amy from Amanda, stood my back against Amanda's chest, her fingers began playing whilst she kissed my neck. Amy was still stunned by the kiss, now was my chance, I cupped her face, bringing her lips to mine as we shared a deep kiss. Her tongue forced it's way into my mouth, I gladly accepted. I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the kiss as my hands moved down passed her breasts, I did have a little feel and gave them a squeeze, down to cup her ass as I brought us closer together. Her hands had been by her side the whole time Amanda started the kiss and since I had continued, but once Amy felt Amanda's hand start to rub her breast, Amy's hands suddenly slipped under my shirt, fondling my breasts, it was an amazing feeling. Amanda's fingers were really working on me, her palm was rubbing my clit and her fingers were moving in and out of me, add Amy's hands on my breasts my moaning soon took precedence over the kissing and I needed air to cum.

"Oh fuck Amanda, I'm cumming hard, fuck Amy pinch my nipples." I screamed once Amy started to pinch my nipples, hard. Once I had come down, Amanda holding me up, Amy had unbuttoned my shirt. I had closed my eyes when I had my orgasm, but now open I saw Amy, a huge smile on her face.

"That was amazing, you are a great kisser Amy, and Amanda your fingers sure know how to do a job well done."

"What next, because I really don't won't to stop now?" Said Amy.

"Me neither."

"Me three." Said Amanda.

"Well I have had a sample of Amanda, so I really would like to try her directly from the source."

"And I want to sample Amy, so I think we can arrange something. But first I think we should all get naked?" Asked Amanda, which is what we did, quickly. I was finished first and had time to not only see what Amanda looked like naked, but to see what I looked like naked, once Amy had undressed.

"Well I must say Amy, I look really beautiful." I said jokingly

"So do I." She replied.

"And Amanda, even though I have never really found women to be attractive in sexual terms, your body is so amazing, so beautiful, I could easily fall in love with it." For a moment I spoke the truth and Amanda could tell, but we quickly ignored it and got on my bed, 3 people on a single bed, it was very tight but we managed it. Amanda took control here, we agreed as long as we got pleasure out of tonight, and she being the expert, she could tell us what to do.

"Well I will lay down, Sophie you can get between my legs and partake in my essence, and Amy can sit on my chest so I can taste her." Amanda got on the bed, but before I got to her center, I got on top of her and kissed her. Amanda was a great kisser or together we were great, either way I really loved kissing her, actually she gave me the best kiss I have ever had, so smooth and not all tongue like most blokes. Even though it was gentle it was passionate, but after a few minutes Amy started to complain.

"I haven't got all day Sophie, I need to cum too." So my lips separated from Amanda's with a smile as I moved slowly down her body, stopping to give attention on her breasts. Amy became really impatient, she could wait no longer and so just stuck her ass in my face as she moved her pussy towards Amanda's mouth. I had to admit, I had a nice ass, I pinched it and then began to move downwards, kissing along Amanda's very tight stomach, towards her center. I could hear Amy start to moan slightly, but when my lips finally met Amanda's pussy lips, her moans grew as Amanda moaned into Amy. I had never tasted a woman, well up until a few minutes ago from Amanda's fingers, but I have to say it was an experience I would treasure forever. I actually believe at the moment, that I preferred it to sucking a man off. I could taste her wetness and even though it had a slight bitter taste, there was still a sweetness that I could not describe that had me addicted instantly. I lapped like I had never lapped before, which in fact was never. I rubbed her clit with my index finger. The moans that were coming from Amy and Amanda certainly grew louder, and then Amy became more vocal.

"Oh right their Amanda, keep your tongue there, bite it, oh yes." Then I heard Amanda mumble something. "Sophie, Amanda says to lick and bite her clit too." So I did, it was another new feeling as I put my mouth over her clit, it had a rubbery feeling, but I loved it. I could hear the others building up and without noticing I had been rubbing my pussy against Amanda's leg and my own orgasm was nearing it's explosion. I nibbled and licked ferociously as the moans in the room grew louder and the bed began to shake harder. Eventually only Amy was able to scream clearly; while Amanda and I just screamed into the pussies we currently had our mouths on. Amy collapsed backwards, her head almost colliding with mine. I lifted myself up and looked down at Amy. Her eyes opened and looked at me and frowned, she was upside down, so was in fact happy.

"Would you like to taste Amanda?" Amy nodded, so I leaned down and kissed her, like that scene in Spiderman. It was very erotic, Amy was sucking my tongue, then licked my lips and around my mouth.

"Very nice." Amy said. I looked up and Amanda was smiling down at us.

"What next?" I asked Amanda.

"Well call me kinky but I would love to see you too in a 69, while I masturbate in front of you, I'll lay on Amy's bed while you too get in position. I looked back down and Amy.

"I would like to try that with you, I would like your mouth on my pussy and yours on mine. With us being twins, our bits should be in the same place, so it will just be like masturbation, so we should both be experts." I laughed at this as Amanda slipped from under Amy leaving her in the perfect position for me to move towards Amy's pussy and mine would be above Amy's mouth, we should fit perfectly, we were after all, identical twins. As I moved towards her pussy, I stopped off at her breasts and began to feel with one hand, while the other held me above her. I licked and suckled on her nipples and Amy was doing the same to mine. I looked to my right and saw Amanda with her feet together, her knees spread wide and her fingers playing with her pussy, her other hand was playing with her breasts, I then looked into her eyes. The moment they met shocked us both, even though we were both very lustful, I think we both saw something more, she suddenly stopped looking at me and looked towards Amy, the look in her eyes was gone, to be replaced by desire as she looked at Amy, I guess Amy was looking at her in return. So I returned to my task and made my way up or down (depending on which end is which) Amy's body, and towards her pussy. I stopped thinking about what the look in Amanda's eyes meant and just started to taste my sister. I had never tasted myself, but I was sure that even as twins, this would be at least one thing that would be different. I slipped my tongue into her slit, 2 of my fingers slipped underneath and around my tongue, until I hit the g-spot, Amy was right, it was in the same identical place as mine. I moved my mouth to her clit and sucked it between my teeth, running my tongue over it and nibbling on it. She was doing the exact same thing to me. Even though I was new to licking pussy and this now being Amy's first attempt, there is only so much that is needed to stimulate women, you just need patience and in the case of orally pleasing a women, I strong jaw as my mouth was aching from having just finished with Amanda as well, so occasionally I just stopped and used my finger on my free hand to rub her clit. As the orgasm began to build I was actively humping Amy's face, as Amy's lower body gyrated up towards mine. I took a moment to look across at Amanda, just in time to see her come while directly looking at me again, this time she did not turn away from as she leaned against the wall and smiled. Suddenly it came, I had not noticed it, but Amy had got me real close and my fingers we still working on her, I felt her scream into me, through my pussy, that was all it took and I screamed.

After I awoke, and got my bearings I found myself in the middle of too gorgeous women, Amy was spooning me from behind and I was spooning behind Amanda, my hand resting on her stomach. Amy's hand was rested on Amanda's ass; I smiled before moving closer to Amanda, my head on her shoulder.

"I love you." I whispered into her ear as I slipped into slumber land.

I awoke the next morning, I was on my back now, Amanda had laid her head on my shoulder, whilst my arm was wrapped around her shoulders and Amy was gone. I could tell Amanda was awake, and even though part of me felt weird about what happened, it also felt good, safe and amazing to hold Amanda, both of us naked, against me.

"Morning Amanda, sleep well?" I asked.

"Pretty good actually, you?"

"Amazing, it feels nice to wake up next to you." After a moment's pause from Amanda, she asked me something very important. She lifted her head from my shoulder and raised herself up to lean on her elbow as she looked directly at me.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes I feel wonderful."

"Not that. Last night when you told me you love me." I had to think about it for only a second before I remembered what I said. Suddenly I was scared and I sensed that this upset Amanda, she was about to leave the bed when I stopped her.

"Please wait, let me think about this for a minute, please." I pleaded. She nodded but now seemed uncomfortable as she turned away from me. I had a lot of thoughts go through my mind as I remembered back to last night. It had been amazing, even though I had had sex with my sister; it was Amanda that I was thinking about now. I must have locked eyes with her many times while we were having sex, and it confused me at the time, but I think when my mind began to drift off to sleep I realized with some clarity that she loved me, and I loved her in return. But now that she had asked me if I did or not, I was in shock.  Last night was supposed to be, just that, last night, a once only thing, I now I wanted more of them, but not with Amy, just Amanda. She told me that she could not be with a person just once; I think she invited Amy to make it feel less about just Amanda and I. She was trying to protect herself from letting me in, because in the morning we would be friends again, but she felt more for me. Last night I had told her I loved her, what to say to her now, the next morning. Whatever Amanda or I said to each other now would make or break our friendship or even our relationship. I turned towards me, leaving her on her back as I moved on top of her. She was not going anywhere while we talked, she seemed very afraid of what I was going to say.

"You had a one night stand with someone close to you, didn't you, a friend maybe and they rejected you afterwards." She nodded as tears slid down her face and onto the pillow. "I guess since then you have had to be so sure that whoever you slept with, they had to return the feelings towards you beforehand, so that is why you wait." She nodded again. "And why last night you wanted to avoid rejection by inviting Amy, so it seemed you were having fun, knowing that being with me was all you really wanted." She nodded again but not before really crying, this got me started and I fully lay on top of her as I hugged her close. "I know you love me, probably always have, but part of me is scared, this is new to me." She tried to push me away.

"Please let me go, I'll just leave, it will be easier that way." I knew I was right to lie on top of her, she was I few inches shorter than me, and I really had her pinned.

"But I don't want you to leave Amanda." I said gently into her ear. "I do love you, and it is the romantic kind. You are my best friend, have been for six months, and I told you last night that I have always wanted to be with a woman and that would only be you. If I am honest that means I have just admitted to you that I loved you from the moment we met, but I can't handle this at the moment, I am confused. I want us to be a couple, but I need to take it slow, this is not a rejection of any kind, or even an experiment. I want to be with you Amanda, I'll run outside naked right now and scream your name if just to prove that to you." I could feel Amanda giggle a little; it made me happy that she listening to me. "I know you are scared of rejection from me, even more scared to lose me as friend, but I won't let that happen."

"But what if you get scared and run?"

"I may not be able to promise you much at the moment, but I will never run from you, while I was thinking before, one of the things that worried me was the pressure placed upon me to choose. I had to make a very hard choice, but not just for me, but for both us."

"And what was that choice?" She asked as we looked into each other's eyes.

"I could easily have chosen to ignore what you asked me and everything else I have just told you. But I understood, that whatever I told you next, would change whatever we had before. I see the pain that you have experienced and that if I said that last night would never happen again, I truly believe you would have stopped being friends with me. Even with the excuse that Amy was with us, you wanted me, and your plan was flawed when you woke up this morning and you wanted me again, you love me and need me as more than a friend. I did not want to lose you, I need your friendship too, but then the other choice for me was to tell you that I do love you and that I want to be with you, as a couple in a relationship. Now that scared the shit out of me, but not because you are a woman, but because of our friendship, if we took this further, what if it didn't work, we would lose a very precious thing to us both, each others friendship. We maybe in college and this is a time to meet new people then move on, but I realized that with you, I will still need you after college as finished."

"Me too, when I first saw you at that party, I thought you were so beautiful. But after that night I knew I was also in love with you. I was scared if you knew I was gay so I did hide it from you. But when you asked me last night about boyfriends, I would not lie to you either so I told you I was a lesbian. When you said about wanting to have sex with me, my love for you was too strong; I needed just one night with you. But I am sorry I invited Amy, it was selfish of me, I was so scared that I would display my love and scare you, you were right I was using her. So now you hate me."




One Night



"I have not spoken to Amy, but as her twin, I know that I enjoyed it and I am sure she did, she left because of work, but she will be back in about 10 minutes so she can tell you herself. It was fun, one night with her, it will probably never happen again, but it was something to experience. So I don't hate you, I could never be that way towards you. I completely understand your reasons for doing it, but you were wrong weren't you, you now want me more than ever."

"Yes I do. I tried so hard to move on from you and get someone else. I spent a month with a girl, trying to get to know her, until we had sex. It was good but the whole time I felt I was cheating on you, I felt terrible when I told her that my heart belonged to another, even worse when I felt you would never know about it. But what now?"

"As I said I want to date you, but take it slow, give me a chance for my feelings to get in order. I do love you, but I am scared to admit that, but until I can say it with more feelings and less fear, I will never truly be with you, so let's take it slow, because it will happen, one day I will give myself completely to you."

"So you are not scared to be seen with a woman, like holding hands or kissing in public, because I cannot hide who I am."

"No I am not scared to be seen as a lesbian, people can say what they want, I just want to be with you." She smiled at me, I think she understood now, that all she had to do was make her choice and accept or reject me, and then things would be settled. So she answered me in the best way, she kissed me. It was a kiss of love, very little tongue, holding me close, rubbing my back. It ended when my sister entered the room.

"Well looks like you two are having fun."

"We are, Amanda just agreed to be my girlfriend."

"That is great, for both of you. Do you need some privacy?"

"No, we were getting up now anyway, we both have classes soon." Answered Amanda. I kissed her again before moving off of her and going into the bathroom for a shower. I got out about 5 minutes later wrapped in a towel. Amanda and Amy were talking; they stopped when I entered the room. Amanda seemed happy, as she went in the bathroom naked. She seemed comfortable.

"So everything ok?" I asked.

"Fine, Amanda just wanted to know that I wouldn't be to weird about you and her dating or about last night."

"I told her if I was ok with it, then you would be. I was right wasn't I?"

"Obviously what we did last night was a little weird, but I am happy we did, it was an experience not many will have the chance to have, and I even feel a bit more open about things now. I must tell you, that you really did a good job on me, that finger of yours, really rubbed me the right way." We both laughed and then relaxed, as I got dressed for class. Amanda soon appeared and dressed in her clothes from last night.

"Do you want to go out tonight, maybe see a movie?" I asked.

"I'd like that, do you want to meet for lunch in the canteen at 1 to discuss what to see?"

"Yes, that sounds fine."

"Well got to go, need to get ready for class. It was nice meeting you Amy, I am sure we will see each other again, and also I agree with you, what a way to meet a person for the first time, it was the most fun I have ever had. Sophie, I will see you later, love you." We kissed goodbye.

"Love you too Amanda, see you at lunch."

What can I say next, plenty. Amy thought I should not forget last night and write it down, for us only. So I did, this is it if you haven't guessed. So then Amy thought it would be fun to change the names and put in onto a story site. Which if you are reading this, then we did.

What happened next, well 5 years later, Amanda and I are still together. We finished college and went off together to find jobs. Once we got settled and were happy where we were, about a year ago we decided that what we had was real, forever love. So we brought a house together, even got a dog and a cat. Now Amy got off the drugs, finished college and stayed home with mom and dad. Eventually she became reporter for a local news station and then moved onto one off the major networks. We see her occasionally, and even though Amy is very happy with her news anchor boyfriend, we get together as a threesome. It all reminds of the first time Amanda and I discovered our love and how Amy became a more open and outgoing person. It is also a lot of fun. 



One Night



My lover lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed his hard cock into my wetness. He thrust forward and I felt the head of his cock hit my cervix as he groaned. Then he pulled back and I got this desperate, frantic little feeling that he was puling all the way out.

But no, he paused to tease me before he thrust into me again. Oh, I was in heaven. I needed this kind of fucking.

Quickly, I was gasping for air. Why was I so out of breath so soon after he entered me? I was not breathing. I was so involved in anticipating his thrusts that I was holding my breath!

I was holding it in waiting for that wonderful cock to penetrate me again and again. He was thrusting powerfully but then withdrawing slowly, tantalizing me with anticipation of the next deep penetration filling me up and stretching me in that glorious way that only a large cock can.

As he rammed in and slipped out, I was ever so slowly building toward a climax. I was taking in a full breath twice now as he withdrew. My pussy wanted to grab at his cock to keep it inside me. My leg and abdominal muscles clenched and I tried to push my pussy toward his retreating cock but my legs were pinned by his shoulders. My bottom could not get leverage to keep his cock from slipping away.

Then he would pause. That pause was excruciatingly delicious! I could hardly wait for him to ram into me again!

Just then, I thought of my husband. Perhaps it was because a few weeks ago, for the first time, my husband had tried this position and had put my legs over his shoulders and entered me. First he had lubed up a dildo and slowly teased and twisted it into my ass. The combination of his cock and the dildo, just a few membranes of skin away from each other, caused me to orgasm quickly.

Now, thinking of that wonderful time with my husband, I moaned and lifted my bottom from the bed to meet my lover's thrust as I crashed through the wall of anticipation to an orgasm filled with white and yellow lights and shaking limbs. My breath came in hurried gasps as my body quivered in climax.

As the orgasm subsided and my lover continued his slow, steady rhythm, I came again, not such a big crashing one this time. Then again: A smaller one. Another! Finally, after several more, I felt him increasing his speed and realized that he was getting ready to cum.

Again, I thought of my husband. This time I thought about how he was at home, babysitting our children while I enjoyed another man's cock. What an erotic feeling! It fills me with excitement every time I think about it. It is so empowering!

Suddenly, without warning, I felt my thighs and legs tighten and then, without me trying to do it, my vagina was tightening on his enlarged cock and I was heading over the edge into another shattering orgasm. My fists clenched, my teeth locked and my pussy clenched as I thrashed around and felt the warm waves of ecstasy overtake me.

His cock seemed to get even larger and then he gasped and convulsed, his cock seeming to spasm inside me. His weight pressed down upon me as he relaxed his muscles. I felt a wetness form in the hair on the back of his neck, a wetness that I knew I shared on my face and neck and on my arms and across my breasts. It was the release of sweat that follows climax.

He rolled off me with a long low groan. I whimpered and my tongue licked my dry lips. My fingers went to my pussy to dab at my wetness, and then went to my mouth. Hmmm! I liked my freshly fucked taste! Even though my lover's cock had been sheathed in a condom, my own juices made a good treat.

I ran my fingernails up and down my lover's back. He purred in appreciation. I wanted him again. Already, I needed him again! I got up on an elbow and reached across his body for his softened manhood, with the cum filled bag clinging to his now smaller and softer penis. I wanted to pull it off and suck him back to hardness but I was not very good at removing used condoms so I waited till he was smaller still and it slipped off with no effort or problem.

I wanted to taste his cum, even with the harsher taste of the condom mixed with it. I lifted myself and encouraged him onto his back. Then I positioned my knees on either side of his head and reached down and pulled his cock to my mouth.

I love the feeling of a soft cock getting hard in my mouth! It gives me a sense of power somehow. Get a man's cock in your mouth and you are in control!

I thought about whether I could ever explain that feeling of control to my husband - or to anyone, for that matter. I lowered my pussy so my lover could see and smell all of me! I loved that feeling, knowing that a man would be smelling my womanhood. It was wet and fragrant from the urgings of his rigid penis.

Oh! His tongue touched my pussy lips and he sucked them in. I tightened my hand's grip on his cock and took him deeper into my mouth as he got harder. I almost smashed my pussy down on his face and felt his tongue lap inside my pussy.

No, it was no longer my pussy. It was my cunt! My husband always says that there is a point in bed when a woman's pussy becomes a cunt. I was going to cum again! I wanted this cock inside me before that but it was too late.

Almost immediately I was overtaken by my orgasm, so quick and insistent, so strong. I tightened every muscle in my body and shook as I realized that he was stiffening and thrusting, bucking, tightening his ass and fucking my mouth.

Then, he shouted out and stopped bucking and I felt a splash of warm wet cum hit the roof of my mouth. That was followed by another little spasm and another oozing sensation of salty sperm followed by the little shaking that he does when I suck him after he has just cum. I stopped sucking.

Like most other men I have been with, including my husband, this man has said that it is pleasurable but excruciating to be sucked after he has just cum.

I enjoyed the taste of his cum. I swallowed. I get such pleasure knowing that I am giving a man such pleasure. Not much escaped my mouth because there wasn't as much as his usualload. He had just cum less than 15 minutes ago.

He now turned his attention to my cunt: His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and he licked at my clit. I pulled up and away. It was so sensitive! He moved to my other hole and licked and murmured happily. I loved every lick!

We continued pleasing each other. He came once more, doggy style, cupping a breast with one hand and holding a shoulder with the other hand. I was exhausted by my orgasms. Was this a record night?

Finally, it was time to go and he went to shower. My husband likes to explore and find dried cum on my face, my stomach, my breasts. He likes to see me with mussed hair and makeup. It leads to the best marital sex we have. I was now anticipating the marital sex that would begin shortly, when I got home, and I looked at myself in the mirror, naked and worn our but somehow self-confident and pleased with myself.

My lover came out of the bathroom and I looked down at his soft cock. I went to my knees and sucked it in. Hmmm! How different it tasted now, fresh and clean. I really liked it better before, so masculine tasting, tangy almost. It started to respond. Then we both laughed and I stood up and our tongues entwined as he played with a nipple. I pulled away. We dressed. He walked me to my car.

I was totally satiated. My heart was beating quickly. We kissed again and agreed that this was a special night for both of us. Usually I get together with this man maybe once every two or three months but he asked if I could see him the next week. I was only too happy to agree. I knew it was unlikely to be this good with him again for a long time, maybe never. But I wanted to try! This was lust at its best.

I kissed him one last time, a lingering wet kiss, my fingers playing with the now dry hair on the back of his neck. Then, I got in my car and started the engine as he stood beside the car and waved a smiling goodbye. He mouthed a "thank you" and I did the same. Off I drove. In the rear-view mirror I saw him walking for his car and I grabbed my mobile phone from my purse to call my husband. I was breathing slowly and evenly now.

He answered as I was getting ready to turn out of the hotel parking lot. I told him I was just starting for home. Yes, I assured him, I had a good time. Then I told him I loved him and wanted him so badly. I said that I was just getting warmed up and needed his cock in me. He said he was ready for me.

As I drove, I felt the sexual tension that comes with anticipation. I had just had so many orgasms that I could not begin to count them. One was a huge, crashing orgasm. It took my breath away and I could barely move afterward. Most were small and rippling, one after the other. Should that count as one long one or several smaller orgasms?

I thought about the questions my husband would ask. I try to answer everything as accurately and honestly as possible. After all, he is letting me have another man so I should give him the pleasure and excitement of hearing about it, of sharing it.

I was getting more and more excited to have my husband's cock in my pussy or mouth -- or many in my other hole! It would be a different kind of sex, less about lust and more about loving, more about tenderness, more about caring.

I had come to realize that in a sense, my sex with another man was really sort of like foreplay for my sex when I returned to my husband.

My tiredness was gone. I was keyed up. As I parked the car and entered our house, I felt a familiar feeling come over me: Excitement. There was a little shortness of breath and my heart was racing. My husband came toward me and we embraced and kissed deeply.

Just a few minutes ago another man's tongue had been in my mouth and I had responded with desire. Now my husband's tongue was pushing into my mouth and I went weak and wanted to please him and have him enjoy me.

"The kids are sound asleep," he said.

I was glad. I wanted to see them but I wanted him more. He said he could smell the sex on me and had tasted my lover's cum in my mouth. That excited him, as it always seems to.

He took my hand and we headed upstairs. As we did, he said that he wanted to inspect me closely to see if I had any marks or dried cum. I was almost panting with raw desire as we reached the bedroom!

"I thought about you all the time tonight," he said. "I guess you were busy having so much fun that you never thought of me at all."

"I thought of you many times," I protested. "Especially at the most important times."

"What? You'll have to tell me about those important times," he said.

"And then I want to give you the best orgasm of the night," he laughed.

I started to say that he had already given me several but I just said "Hmmmmm!"

Then I took off my blouse. I had stuffed my bra into my purse back at the hotel. Slowly, he rubbed my nipples and caressed my breasts as he kissed me. Soon I dropped to my knees in front of him.

The foreplay had been great. But the foreplay was over. 



One Night



Life had been good to Chloe. She was perfectly aware of being a cliché Southern Belle but felt this only accentuated her already irresistible qualities. Petite, with a cascade of golden hair that rippled like dawn on the Mississippi, tiny gravity-defying breasts, and a constant tan, she never wanted for dates or doting from her parents. Mama was proud that her daughter had inherited her own stunning beauty, and Daddy was sure his little angel would go on to be a strong and successful Southern lady.

Brett had struggled to keep his head above water, determined to live up to his family's standards even if that meant he had to work a lot harder than most kids in his family's income bracket—born to an industrious and driven businessman and a kind yet meek mother, he had made a Herculean effort to please his father and live up to his mother's unspoken but obvious wishes.

Naturally, once he began school, the embodiment of this dream happened to be Chloe. Both attended the same exclusive private school. Their parents ran in the same circles. Brett and Chloe became fast friends even during the later years of childhood when the sexes usually seemed to be repelled by one another.

She would come to his house to ride the horses his father acquired like prime real estate, each bred meticulously for optimum beauty and stamina. He would go to her house to walk in the peach orchard or hide beneath a vast grape arbor, the two of them pulling fruit off the trees and vines despite genteel admonishments from Chloe's mother, and then hiding behind some snowball vibernum to devour their forbidden treasure.

But as happens with all childhood friendships, theirs was tested. The constant efforts of Chloe's parents to breed a proper young lady combined with Brett's efforts to learn the skills of a businessman made maintaining their closeness difficult at best.

Chloe set out for all the right pursuits. Cheerleading, school government, and spending her free time reading beauty magazines or being courted by the star quarterback. Brett met a distraction by the name of Amy McFarlin, the mayor's impossibly beautiful red-haired daughter with endless curves and charm, neither of which he could resist.

The shifting social circles of St. Alfonse High soon meant Brett and Amy grew ever closer, while Chloe and Robert Martin—the most promising football player in the class—became serious. Floating on the turbulent tide of popularity was never easy, and everyone who belonged in that elite, sea-faring class knew that the head cheerleader—recently crowned homecoming queen—and the handsome lead footballer were destined for great things.

Brett would take his father's stallion—Caesar— riding past the verdant stretch of Chloe's lawn and fight off the reminiscences of afternoons as sweet as Concord grapes and as bright as fine white peaches. He cared for Amy, and when the moment was right, he wanted to show her just how much, by taking her to his favorite spot in the wood behind his house. But the thought of Chloe and Robert nagged at his guts. Irritated by this internal conflict during yet another ride which should have been peaceful, he gently nudged the horse's sides with his boot heels, and it started into a hard gallop.

It was May. Prom season and graduation weren't too far away. Chloe's mother planned a party to celebrate her daughter's admission to Vassar. They had shopped for three months to accumulate a wardrobe she could take to college with pride, and her custom prom gown was nearly complete.

Brett's father kept trumpeting on and on about his fine boy getting accepted to Harvard's School of Business, and his mother eagerly set about planning a soiree that would rival that of the lavish event for Chloe to be held the preceding afternoon.

Checking his watch, Brett realized he needed to head back home to shower and get ready to take Amy out. He planned for them to have dinner at her favorite French restaurant, and then go horseback riding as the sun set. This combined two of her favorite activities that they enjoyed often, especially now that the weather was favorable for both.

When he arrived at the house after tending to Caesar, his mother sat at their carved oak dining-room table, looking through the silver she had stored away.

"Hello, Brett." She smiled, her green eyes dazzling in the pale afternoon light. "Are you getting excited about your big day? Your father says that the two of you can get out to the Mercedes dealer next week to pick out the car you'll take to Massachusetts."

Brett saw the quick glint of proud tears dancing in her eyes before she blinked them away, getting to her feet to embrace her tall well-built son. "Oh Mom," he sighed, a boyish grin spreading across his face as his mother's arms wrapped around his waist, her face beaming up at him from just below his chest. "Give yourself a break from all this planning. Go watch a movie and eat some Häagen-Dazs for God's sake! I won't tell Daddy."

Giggling, she reached up to tap his chin gently.

"I don't work out so hard for nothing, sweetheart. A minute on the lips, forever on the hips they say, and I believe them. Now go get cleaned up. Amy called and said she'd expect you around seven. Oh, and I almost forgot. Chloe called while you were out."

This last sentence was relayed with just as much surprise as his mind had in comprehending it, and he paused en route to the broad staircase, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What did she want?"

"I don't know. She asked me if I'd have you call her as soon as possible."

Brett shrugged, taking the first two stairs in one long step. "All right. Thanks."

Upstairs in his bedroom suite, he grabbed his small silver cell phone and scrolled through the personal phone book until he got to C. Wallace. She gave him her newest phone number as a matter of course one day in class, but when he repeatedly tried to call her to invite her to his graduation party, he only got her voice-mail message.

With his door closed, he relaxed and kicked off his shoes. Propping his feet up on the antique wingback chair near his bed knowing full well that this would give the housekeeper a heart attack, he hit SEND and listened as her phone rang. In seconds, she picked up.

"Hello Brett," Chloe's voice, as cool and silvery as a Rocky Mountain stream, filled his ears, as familiar as his mother's embrace and yet so different and womanly as to give him pause.

"Hey, Chloe. Mom said you called while I was out riding."

"I know. I saw you ride past out my window." Something pensive in her voice caused him to drop his feet to the floor and sit up straight.

"Is everything all right? You sound upset."

"Oh no, everything's fine. I got my dress for prom today and it's absolutely gorgeous. I don't think Daddy will spend that much again on a dress for me until I get married! But I was wondering ... well..."

"What?"

"Come over later. I want to talk to you before we graduate. I mean like we used to, you know? The day after I graduate, we're going back out to the Banks to stay with my Aunt Natalie, and then I'll be back here just for a week or two before I leave for Vassar. I won't get to see you for a while, and I've missed just hanging out."

"I would, but I have a date tonight."

"Well, when you take Amy home, then. I'll be up. Just come the way you usually did. I'll leave the back gate open and meet you by the arbor. I really want to ... just a second." She covered the phone and shouted something, most likely to Abby, their housekeeper. "Okay. Anyway, I have to go. Just come on over after you take Amy home. See you later, Brett." And then there was silence.

"If you take a picture of me, Brett Marshall, I will kill you!" Amy threatened, jeans halfway up her shapely legs as she struggled not to stumble on the pant legs. "I swear to God!"

Brett smirked, gazing at his girlfriend's narrow waist, crimson bikini panties, and pale upper thighs with his finger ready to capture the moment forever in electronic history.

"But you look so hot!" He chuckled, watching as she zipped and buttoned her jeans, tossing her red silk dress, matching heels, and red suede purse into the back of her car. Horseback riding required a change of clothes. Brett didn't mind that Amy took the opportunity to change in front of him.

They held hands as they made their way out to the stable, Amy tugging the pins from her hair to let it tumble in abundant curls down to her shoulders while he got the stallion saddled up and ready for a ride. At the beginning of their relationship, they would take two horses, but they had long since given that up for the closeness riding Caesar together provided.

The sun was low in the sky and tinged red as they took the path that led into the rolling acres of woods behind Brett's house. Amy clung to Brett's back, captivated by the beauty of the sunset as they crossed the open field and approached the shadow of the woods.

"Mama says I can come see you at school this winter," Amy's voice was a soft purr just behind and below his left ear, her velvety lips grazing his neck. "I have to cover my own expenses while I'm there, but Daddy will pay the fare there and back."

"Great," Brett responded, feeling her tight embrace around his waist and the soft press of her ample breasts against his back. "I don't know what I'll be doing for certain yet, but I'll let you know."

"I know you will," Amy's tone was self-assured and certain. "I'm still waiting to hear back just when I'll be going to school in Savannah, but I think it's a good start. If I want to go to NYU, I have to begin here. I think it sucks, but that's Daddy's rules. He never listens to what I want."

"Yeah. Fathers are good at that."

For the thrill she'd gain, Brett spurred Caesar on to an all-out gallop. The graceful animal leapt over logs and cleared a small stream in a single bound. Amy giggled and whooped, tightening her grasp on Brett as they penetrated deeper into the forest. At last they neared his favorite part of the shady landscape—a small pond ringed with flowering bushes and reflecting the deepening blue sky above.

Tethering Caesar to a nearby branch, Brett slid off the handsome beast's back and pulled Amy along with him, their feet landing in an emerald cushion of grass. All around them, crickets came out for their nightly serenade.

"Last one in gets more mosquito bites." Brett declared, flinging off his shoes and socks and hurriedly stripping down. Amy paused, hesitant to follow suit, but he offered a reassuring smile as he moved toward the water. "Don't worry. It's just occupied by frogs and a few small fish. No leeches that I'm aware of ... though I'll be more than happy to help you check once we're out."

"I bet," Amy chortled, beginning to undress as well, mindful of Brett's brief gaze as he slipped between some bushes and into the water.

The notoriously fair skin that accompanied her hair color tantalized Brett. He peered through the screen of bushes to watch her place the folded bundle of her clothes on her shoes, and then approach the bank of the pond, her hands discreetly folded over the trimmed delicate red lace of her sex. Affording her a bit more privacy, he turned and moved deeper into the water, gaining the center of the pond in a few long strokes.

Amy's breathing echoed and reverberated off the rippling pond surface as she joined him, her body a few inches from his as they both gazed up at the sky, now dotted with stars as if handfuls of glitter had been tossed above their heads.

"So what was the reason for spiriting me away out here?" He felt the soft brush of her wavy hair against his shoulder like anemone tentacles. "Are you trying to woo me into giving it up beneath the grandeur of the stars? Because if you are..." Her arms slipped about his waist and he started to tread water more furiously to stay afloat. "I might be persuaded."

Their eyes met, and hers were vibrant and glittering as they searched his glass-green gaze. The kiss that followed was inevitable, and her hands left his shoulders to move to his waist, one reaching down to encircle the upward projection of his cock despite the cool water that surrounded it.

Brett felt as if he were a fire and her touch was gasoline. This wasn't the first time she had touched his penis. In fact, she had actually given him an unbidden blowjob two weeks earlier. But something about her touch here in his sanctuary made even this relatively chaste act seem more intense than usual.

Amy was intent on her task, but she began to relax and suddenly found herself dipping below the surface. Her mouth was filled with water, and she giggled and spluttered as she pulled away.

"Come on, sailor. Let's go ashore."

Bullfrogs gulped and leapt along the bank as they swam back to land and climbed out, totally heedless of the chill the night breeze gave their damp skin.

Brett tugged free the blanket he had flung over Caesar's saddle, and they sat down together in the violet light, embracing and continuing where they'd left off.

Amy was on fire tonight. Brett's hands were allowed not only to squeeze and fondle her exquisite breasts, but when he let one stray down to the ginger curls of her pussy, she did not protest. In fact, she splayed her legs wider for him to gain more access.

"Will you miss me when you go away to school?" Amy panted, Brett's fingertips reverently stroking her swollen outer lips. In truth, this was about as far as he'd ever made it with a girl, and he was unsure of how to continue.

"Yeah." His answer was brief and distracted. Amy's sure grip on his cock faltered. He sighed, realizing his misstep and bending to suck her neck in an attempt to mend it. "I'll miss you a lot."

Her confidence renewed, Amy's fingers worked more rapidly. He wanted her to ease up. He hoped to go beyond what they'd done up to this point, but knew that he couldn't hold out much longer if she kept at him.

"I love you, baby." She moaned, as he grew brave, letting his fingers dip into her hot folds. She shivered, falling against him as he laid them on their sides facing one another, his mouth seeking hers. The kiss was intoxicating, until she broke free to make another declaration. "I've been thinking ... wouldn't it be great if we got married? I mean we'd still go to school, but..."

"Hmmmm?" His hands still explored, but his mind began to race. Married? At eighteen? Was she crazy? Where did this come from? The fact that she let him touch her pussy did not mean they were engaged.

"We could get engaged, go to college, and get married when you graduate. I love you, Brett. I want to be with you forever."

He tried to kiss her into silence, avoiding the unwanted attack of her words. Yes, she was gorgeous. Yes, he longed to have sex with her. But did he want to be with her for the rest of his life?

The sudden and jolting malaise that assailed his thoughts soon spread to his body. He felt himself growing soft in Amy's hand, and his ears began to burn.

"Awwww..." she cooed, letting go of him to fling her arms around his shoulders. "Are you cold, poor baby? Let's get back. We can go for a drive."

Gaining a sitting position, Brett listened as Amy made her way over to her clothes. She paused to give a soothing pat to Caesar, and then started to dress. Reluctantly, he got up and folded the blanket, preparing for their ride back to the house.

Night expanded all around them, giving the leaves a silvery quality and making tangled shadows on the forest floor. Brett hoped she took his silence as delighted wonder at her confession, but he was stunned and inexplicably disappointed. He just turned eighteen. His life was unfurling before him, it was limitless and full of varied possibilities. This anxious and bright-eyed outlook extended to the women he would meet along the way. Amy was a great girl. But great enough to marry was an entirely different matter.

Ahead of them, they soon saw the lights of his house through the trees, and the closer they got to home, the more convinced he was that things were going to end badly with Amy tonight.

Amy was nuzzling his shoulder, her hands playing with his shirt as they approached the stable.

"I'm so worried about my calculus exam," she sighed, sliding off the horse as Brett led Caesar into the dim building to rub him down and settle him for the night. "Ms. Charles is such a bitch, and I've had to work so hard just to keep my good grades in her class."

Brett seized the opportunity, uttering a bit of profanity beneath his breath.

"What's up?" Amy hurried in behind him as he unfastened Caesar's saddle and tugged the saddle blanket off the patient stallion.

"I totally forgot about that damned exam. I've been so busy reading up on my Shakespeare and finishing that term report that it's kind of been low on the priority list." It was a flimsy start, but it was all he had. "Listen, baby. Can we go out later in the week?"

Amy's expression of good humor faltered, and she forced a smile that did not light her eyes. "Yeah. I suppose I should study, too. Are you going to stay up late tonight? I could sign into our messenger program and hook up my web cam. Just in case you need a little inspiration to keep going." A playful brush of her hand over his crotch and a wink was offered, and he let a soft smile curl the corners of his mouth.

"Sounds good." He returned the favor, bending to kiss her cheek. "Love you, Amy. I'm not trying to blow you off. I just want to get some of this studying out of the way so I won't be distracted next time."

"I hear you. Well..." She leaned up on her toes to plant a slow and sultry kiss on his lips, rubbing her breasts suggestively against his chest before disengaging to run back to the car and hurriedly change into her dress clothes.

"I'll talk to you later," she called as she jumped into her car and sped down the winding drive toward the road. He figured Amy was smart enough to know something was up, but she was well-mannered enough not to push.

The shower felt invigorating as Brett lathered his hair. Alternative rock music blared from his room, and the remnants of a microwave pizza sat on a plate near his computer.

As he washed, he thought of the mysterious call from Chloe. He hadn't intended to end the evening so quickly with Amy, but the m word had effectively quashed his lascivious intent.

Closing his eyes, he took his time in the warm water as it cascaded down his back and ass. An image of Chloe crossed his mind, becoming clearer and more precise as it developed. A memory of her sitting on the hood of Robert's car last week soon made him forget about the warmth and pleasure of the shower. He could see the bright May sunshine playing upon her pale gold hair, her small breasts shown off to great advantage in the black midriff top she had worn beneath a white blouse that day. She also wore a black skirt and sandals, and she had been enjoying one of her favorite vices. Chloe's delicate fingers cradled a cigarette. Her lips were painted the color of black cherries, and her long legs were crossed, one luscious hip straining against her skirt.

Warm tingles crept along Brett's nerves. As he focused on a specific detail like the languid blue gaze of her eyes or the way she had smiled and tossed her hair out of her face, he felt himself harden. He never stopped caring about Chloe, even when they had grown apart, and she was certainly attractive. But he hadn't thought about her in this light in a very long time, not since junior high when he'd started to notice the changes in her body.

His hands relaxed at his sides, and then with one, he reached forward and grabbed his lengthening cock. His hand was still slick with shampoo, and he curled his fingers around the tip, unable to help the short thrusting motions of his hips. He thought of Chloe's full red mouth. His hand moved faster. The tiny hint of cleavage her top offered. His other hand reached down to rhythmically squeeze his balls. The contrast of the black skirt against her beautiful flesh...




One Night



"Oh fuck..." He whimpered, throwing back his head as his cock throbbed in his fingertips. He braced himself against the tiled wall as his orgasm shot through him. Semen splashed to the floor of the shower to be washed away with his shower gel and shampoo.

Hair plastered to his forehead, not just from the water but also from sweat, Brett rinsed the last few drops of come from his cock then turned off the shower, hurrying to dry off and get dressed.

Whenever he had the option, Brett preferred to walk or ride a horse to his destination if it was close enough. Maybe it was the cowboys in his bloodline—the ones his father tried to forget—but he loved being outside. The air was cool and sweet, and he could smell the grass and hint of blossoms from Chloe's orchard as he moved closer to the Wallace property.

He'd taken this route countless times. He knew it well. He entered the unkempt field on the diagonal to the door. The path was carved into his memory as were the grasses and wildflowers that grew around it.

About a quarter mile down was the old unused gate—padlocked for decades. But one of Chloe's less scrupulous cousins had presented Chloe with a key that no one else knew existed. The cousin had snipped the old lock prior to a party so that he could slip out and spend some time with a girl who had been helping pick fruit that summer. When he'd returned, wearing a guilty grin and the scent of cheap lilac perfume, he presented Chloe with the key to a new padlock he'd installed and advised her to use it wisely.

Brett wasn't certain if he was the only one she let through the gate, and he didn't want to know. All he knew was that his heart pounded when he heard a low soft whistle. She was there, waiting for him, though he could not see her, hidden as she was among a wild growth of magnolia bushes.

When he was less than ten feet away, he saw the ghostly glimmer of her hair and the gate, as it swung open, beckoning him into the shadows of her yard.

An owl called overhead, and Brett glanced up to see a shadowy shape swoop over his head and descend to the field with silent, alarming speed. A feeble squeak from its prize, and the bird flew back up and toward the peach trees.

"Hi." Chloe's sultry, husky voice caught his attention and he turned back to greet her. He saw her more clearly in the moonlight. She wore what looked like a long T-shirt, but what he suspected to be a nightshirt, and she was barefoot. As he watched, she raised the pale orb of a golden peach to her lips and absently took a bite, her eyes closed in momentary pleasure as she chewed, then stepped back to wave him toward her.

"Hey, Chloe." Brett gave a casual wave, his hair ruffling in the soft breeze that whispered through the trees.

She closed and locked the gate, then moved beside him, reaching over to take his hand as they crept deeper into the trees. The smell of earth and leaves was heavy, and the even sweeter aroma of peaches lent a more enchanting quality, as if this were merely a fairy's fantasy they were allowed to share.

"So what's going on? Is everything okay?" Brett asked, suddenly aware of how tiny and fine her hand felt. "Are you and Robert all right?"

"We're fine," Chloe said quietly, her grip tightening on his hand. "But I'd really prefer if we didn't discuss Robert, Brett. Truly, it would make me very happy if you don't mention his name again tonight."

"What's going on, sweetie?"

The chivalry of their relationship, though pure, carried back to the days when he'd lift her over puddles so she wouldn't soil her pretty pink sundress, or when he'd give her the bigger half of a cookie he'd smuggled out of the house. It was just his nature with Chloe, and he wondered if she'd had this effect on all the men in her life.

They paused near the border of the property, near the grape arbor with its winding vines and secret, scurrying creatures. Chloe turned to face him, her large almond-shaped eyes peering up into his face with such urgency that his breath caught. Her eyes were so pale they appeared almost to be of no color, and her face was both eerily mature and still childish.

"You know that once we leave for college, we'll probably never get to come back here again."

"Of course we will," Brett shook his head to dismiss the statement. "We have different social circles now, Chloe, but we'll always be friends."

"No we won't. Robert is jealous of you, Brett. He says that sometimes you look at me, and he sees something in your eyes. And I know Amy's head over heels for you. She's a great girl, and your daddy would be very happy to see you together.

"But when I think about it all ... my future, your future, what will happen with my life, I know that we won't be able to be here together anymore. It just wouldn't be right. We can't say we're going to catch cicadas or look for cocoons when we're all grown up. It won't be proper for me to be alone with you. But I want to be alone with you tonight."

A bat's piercing squeak sounded from a nearby tree, and Chloe's eyes momentarily flicked upward to it, and then back to Brett.

"Honey, we'll always be good friends. If my girl or your guy can't handle it, do you think they'd be good for us anyway?" he said.

"It's just not right, Brett." Her eyes looked sorrowful for a minute, before returning to their unreadable state. "I brought you here tonight to say good bye to our time here alone. I want to give you something to make you remember me, no matter who else you meet, and I don't want you to say no. I feel the same way Robert described when I look at you sometimes, and if anyone finds out, it will be bad for both of us."

Brett tried to stop the shaking in his limbs as he held his best friend and companion of most of his life. She was always composed and polished, she always had a wave for everyone, and her make-up and nails were always flawless. He'd never even heard her curse, though he was certain she was tempted on several occasions, just like everyone else.

The word that she conjured in his mind now was stripped. Stripped of all the designer clothes. Stripped of all the Southern Belle coquettery and perfect smiles. He'd been privied to hints of the real Chloe on occasion. The morning she found out her grandfather had died, and they stood alone under the arbor, her head lowered as tears slipped down her nose—he'd ignored the vinegar of over-ripe grapes and the flutter of birds above as he'd tried to provide comfort. Then there was the moment she told him of her acceptance to Vassar, something in her eyes not quite matching up with the victorious expression she wore.

But he never saw her like this. He suspected no one else had, either.

"If you love me, then give me tonight," Chloe whispered. She approached him, and her steps were so small and smooth that it appeared as if she were gliding over the grass.

"Oh Chloe ... I can't ... If Amy found out—"

An altogether different breed of kiss assailed Brett's lips as Chloe flung her arms around his neck. She had to stand on her toes to do this, and perhaps that accounted for the frantic press of her mouth to his. As if she wanted to get it right at the first shot. He rather doubted that, however. But whatever the motivation, he had never known such a sure and demanding kiss in all his experience.

His lips were instantly slick with her designer lip-gloss, and he could taste the ripeness of the peach as she drew his tongue into her mouth with soft sucks. Brett winced at the brazenness of the act, but she only pressed herself against him more closely than before, her hand gripping a fistful of his T-shirt.

The orchard around them seemed hushed in expectation, only a scant few crickets called to one another. Brett realized that her other hand wasn't clinging to his back, and when he felt a little pressure against his crotch, he pulled his lips away.

"No." She panted, leaning up and smearing kisses all over the five o'clock shadow of his cheeks until he gave her his lips once again.

Cool air suddenly whispered in through his unzipped pants, and behind it, a prodding fingertip. His cock jumped, but continued its steady swelling. Chloe shifted around and he felt movement between them. Suddenly, she unfastened the button, and yanked down his pants and underwear.

A moan tore from his throat as her smooth fingertips toyed with the head of his cock, then withdrew. She shifted again, and what he felt next thrilled and shocked him. Something cool and wet began to slide up and down his shaft, and Chloe's kiss went from hot to scalding as she did whatever she was doing.

"Oh God." Brett gasped, breaking the kiss to look down at her hand. She palmed the partially nibbled peach, rubbing the exposed flesh of the fruit all over his now glistening penis. He caught a hint of peach nectar in the air, and then she removed the fruit from his sex, lifting it to her mouth and savoring another slow and sensuous bite.

"Come lay in the grass with me, Brett."

She turned, and the nightshirt was lifted and discarded to reveal ivory thong panties and nothing else. Brett all but collapsed to his knees, feeling her warm arms around his shoulders and one firm breast against his upper arm as he fell onto his back.

"Honey ... we have to stop." But as he spoke, his hands and fingers grappled for her. His middle and index finger grazed the satin of her panties, and he gave a great yank, tugging the insubstantial undergarment down to her knees. Her breath came in rapid exhalations, and she helped him remove her panties to reveal a perfectly smooth cleft beneath. His hunger for her increased from a flame to a bonfire.

Perhaps the scent of the peaches befuddled his senses. Maybe it was the feel of her skin like electric velvet in his hands. His clandestine viewing of porn and curiosity to attempt what he saw in the movies might have even caused a fraction of it. But he thought that if he watched her take the head of his cock in his mouth, all other acts would be lost, and he did not want this to happen.

Girls like Chloe were meant to be roughly handled it seemed. Their tiny bodies, voracious appetites, and eager eyes all but begged for it. Brett felt this excused the moment when he picked her up off her knees to swing her around, her exquisitely small bottom toward his face.

"No one's ever done this to me—" were her last words before he pulled her thighs apart and plunged a hot tongue into her swollen folds while at the same time, her mouth hungrily surrounded the first three inches of his cock, sucking and licking the sticky peach juice which clung to it.

Chloe let out a desperate, almost painful moan as his tongue stabbed into her folds, happening to brush over her clit. She was soaked and slick, and he brought his fingers up to caress her bottom as she took his cock into her mouth with enough confidence to show that she had done this before.

In all his brief imaginings on his way to Chloe's house tonight, Brett never thought this would occur. Of course, he'd conceded that some form of intimacy might transpire between them. But with Chloe's refined manners and good breeding, he had assumed it would most likely involve satin sheets, candlelight, and a bubble bath. Not the two of them naked beneath the moonlight, she wild and lusty as a dryad as she rode his face and gave his cock unbelievable kisses and sucking. Briefly he pondered if this would fall under the category of cheating. He supposed that it probably would, on a technicality, but he and Chloe were good friends who understood that their romantic feelings would be directed toward other people, not each other.

Surrounded by the taste, smell, feel, sound, and sight of her, he knew that he would never think of their orchard the same way again. Indeed, just beholding a peach would bring back memories of tonight for the rest of his life. Of this he was totally certain.

The nudge of Chloe's throat against the head of his cock brought him back to what was happening, and his index finger found the tiny puckered pink opening of her vagina. Tentatively, he plumbed the opening with a shallow stroke, and Chloe coughed as she accidentally slid down on his cock, her nails digging into his thighs.

"Sorry." He breathed, deciding that it was just too much and he had to take her now. His cock was so sensitive that even the subtle puff of night breeze caused him to suck air through his teeth, and Chloe all but fell off him to land on her side, gasping and licking her lips.

Their embrace was charged, and Chloe's hand returned to his cock with singular intent. Brett kissed her throat, longing to bite and suck it but afraid any physical marks might give Robert cause for questions. Opting for her nipples instead, he was rewarded with a trembling sigh and soft moan from her parted lips.

"I want you inside me, Brett. Please." Her palms captured his chin and brought his face up to hers, the urgency in her eyes undeniable. "Have you ever done this before?"

"No." He admitted feeling as if his veins were filled with fire and his mind was barely connected to his body. "You?"

"No. We've dry-humped. Nothing more. But I took six years of gymnastics, so that's all the explanation he'll need about me not being a virgin. Don't be gentle. I want to feel everything." Her lips grazed his ear, and he felt her tongue lap at his lobe before she bit it with her teeth. "I'm on the pill. You can come in me."

"Okay..."

It felt like a dream. A sultry summer night dream where he'd awaken, frantically jack off, then begin his day with a sense of calm and contentment. But the slippery hotness of her pussy against his cock was very real. The totally smooth hair-free skin was so different to Amy's. Amy was trimmed and natural, even Chloe's vagina seemed glamorous and silken. God, was there a part of her left not meticulously groomed? He gazed down at the contrast of her hair that appeared platinum in this light against the green of the grass. The erect pale pink of her nipples and the glazed desire in her eyes mesmerized him. Closing his eyes, he gathered her slight figure in his arms, feeling her small breasts against his chest, and bit her neck gently as he pushed himself inside her with a groan.

Chloe winced, biting her lower lip as his penis seemed to stretch her to capacity. She wanted to move, but thought moving might make the pain worse. She wanted to hang onto his back, but was afraid she'd scratch him. Turning her face to the sky, she gazed at the sickle moon as Brett's lips brushed her jaw and his hips began to move, his cock sliding very slowly all the way inside her, his eyes closed and a look of reverence on his face.

The sensation of being filled was so much better than the clitoral orgasms Chloe gave herself, and silly inexperienced Robert didn't even know how to do that right. But Brett seemed acutely conscious of her every breath and emotion. If a movement seemed to elicit a louder moan, he'd repeat it. If she grabbed his arms even tighter, he'd continue to hit her just in that particular spot.

At last, he could get in and out of her with a little more ease, so he reached for her ankles. He pulled her legs up and back, resting them on his shoulders, and knelt up to look into her face while his cock slid in and out of her dewy virginal flesh.

The change in the angle of his penetration made Chloe moan. There was no doubt of her true pleasure. Holding a slim calf in each hand, he moved faster and deeper, his hips slamming against her miniscule bottom as his own breath escaped in short puffs.

"Yeah." Chloe's throaty encouragement washed over him as he gently rubbed the top of her vagina, where her clitoris throbbed like a pulse. He didn't know why he did it, but it just seemed right. His tremulous instincts to please this girl who moaned like her heart would burst beneath the stars were guided him better than any internet porn he had ever watched.

Her body felt as if it might squeeze all the life out of him. His fingertips continued to caress her, and her moans soon became cries. And then she gasped and was still, and he knew she had come. Chloe lowered her legs and he fell on top of her, burying his face in her hair as he slammed into her, the wind rippling his hair and the leaves sighing in envy above them.

"I love you Chloe." Brett panted, looking down to see that she gazed up at him as well, her pure blue eyes locking onto his as he winced then froze, his cock throbbing deep inside her and her muscles contracting to heighten his release. There were no regrets as they lost their innocence among the peaches and magnolia, and they lay beside one another holding hands and merely watching the leaves sway and the fireflies dance a neon ballet.

Brett staggered into his room like a refugee. His computer monitor was on and the new conversation alert was flashing insistently. The pizza still sat on his desk. His curtains blew softly in the wind. But his head was foggy and clouded with endorphins. Had it all happened? He remembered hot kisses, her body under him, and an innocent kiss good-bye as they stood at the gate. And something more...

He reached into his pocket, feeling the object against his thigh. Pulling it out, he held it in the dim light of the bedside lamp. The peach she had plucked from a heavy bough as they walked past, he had lifted her up so she could pluck it from the shivering branch.

"Think of me when you eat it, and know I love you." Chloe had whispered, embracing him tightly as she gave him the fruit. "I love you, Brett."

He would, and he did.

Finis



One Night



She knocked on the door and waited patiently. Dressed in a short skirt, a fitted shirt and her favourite boots she felt sexy. The door opened and she smiled. He looked as good as she remembered and she bet he felt even better. She walked through the door and dropped her bag on the floor. She wasn't expecting him to be so close when she turned around but she wasn't complaining. He kissed her passionately, one hand on her ass pulling her into him, the other in her hair, moving her head the way he wanted. He ran his hand down her leg, sliding it up beneath her skirt. She had come in no underwear, just the way he liked it, so when his hand reached her pussy he could feel how wet she was for him. Running his fingers along her clit she moaned against his mouth. He loved to hear her moan, and he was going to make her scream for him tonight, she just didn't know it yet.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and she cried out in protest. His hand was still on her clit, teasing her. She pushed on his chest, trying to get him on the couch where she could climb on top of him. She liked being on top, being in control, but not tonight. Tonight he was going to make her lose control, and he knew just how to do it. She was strong and determined, but they both knew he was stronger. He stood his ground and she pushed against him again, wanting it her way. He could see the frustration written all over her face. He grabbed her chin and as his mouth came crashing down on hers he slide his fingers inside of her. She was so wet and she felt so good. He manoeuvred her towards the door and pushed her back against it. She had no idea what was going on as she tried to slide her hand down his body to his throbbing cock. "No," he said as he grabbed her hand. He wanted to do this his way and she was going to enjoy it. "Your going to do what I want," he whispered in her ear before bringing his mouth down on her neck. 

"Oh god," she cried as he worked his mouth along her neck, kissing and sucking her weakest spot. She wrapped her leg around his body, pulling him into her, as he worked her pussy with his fingers and her neck with his mouth. She was so wet and he knew by her movements and her moans that she was close to coming. But he didn't want that just yet. He wanted to tease her more first. He pulled away from her, sliding his fingers out of her. She whimpered in protest and tried to pull him in tighter with her leg still wrapped around his. 

"Come on baby," he said to her, pushing her leg down and taking her by the hand. 

"You're a tease," she said to him as he took her to the bedroom, placing her in front of the bed he kissed her softly. 

"Yes but you love it, and you're going to enjoy this more," he said as he pushed her gently backwards so she was lying on his bed. 

He positioned himself over her and she ran her hands under his top, over his stomach and his chest. Her hands felt so good running over his body, so he let her have a little bit of fun. She pulled at his top and he took it off for her before she pulled him down to her so she could run her mouth over his body. He knew what she was up to but he wasn't going to be that easily distracted tonight. She kissed her away along his chest, running her hands along his back, as her mouth and tongue played with his nipple. It grew hard in her mouth and he knew that she was very turned on as her hips moved against his leg, trying to get what she desired. He pulled back away from her and before she had time to protest he moved his leg between hers so she could get herself off on him, or at least try to, as he kissed his way down her ear and along her neck. He felt her nails in his back as he kissed her neck, softly at first, running his tongue over it, distracting her as he moved the pillows out of the way to get at what he wanted. He ran his hand now down over her body, trailing it up her leg and up the side of her body, waiting for her to move her hands so he could grab them. He kissed down her neck to her chest, and ripped her shirt apart. She heard the buttons fly off and pouted, "You better be buying me a new one." He didn't answer her as he took her breast into his hand and her nipple into his mouth. She loved the feel of his mouth but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She undid his pants but that was as far as she got before he took her hands away. He placed them above her head, holding them there as he came up to kiss her mouth. She squirmed against him, trying to get her hands free so she could feel his cock. But he was strong and he was using it against her, much to her annoyance. She didn't realise what was happening until it was too late, he kissed her neck again, to make sure she wasn't paying enough attention as he slipped the cuff on her right wrist. She felt the cold metal and heard the click as it locked. She tried to yank her wrist away and quickly realised that she had been handcuffed to the bed. Her left hand was still free and she tried to pull away, but he held it to the bed as he slipped the other cuff on her. He moved away from her now, sitting up to get a better look at her.

"What are you doing," she asked him, sounding very worried. 

"Just relax, you know you can trust me," he said to her as he moved off the bed to remove his pants. She hated being told to relax and she hated even more not being in control. She pulled at the cuffs restlessly but it was useless. He knew this was hard for her, it was a huge step to take with her but he knew that she would handle it if he played it the right way. He came down and kissed her, his hands on her face, making her feel safe. She looked so hot, her skirt was pulled up, her shirt ripped open, revealing her full breasts, her hands bound above her head, her hair everywhere, and her cheeks flushed. She was all his. He was so hard and he knew she wanted it badly but he wanted to tease her some more first. With her tied down he could do whatever he wanted and he was going to make her lose complete control. He wanted to hear her scream for him, to beg him to fuck her. 

She watched as he removed his pants, revealing to her his hard cock. "Is this what you want baby," he asked her as he ran his hand over his cock. He moved closer to her as he played with his own cock, making her watch him slide it up and down in his hand. It was torture for her to watch him do it, she liked to do it herself and in the past when he had played with his own cock she was quick to take over. But now with her hands in cuffs there was nothing she could do but watch. 

"Please," she said to him, as he increased his speed. He watched her face as she watched him getting himself off. She was loving it but hating that she couldn't do anything. "Please baby," she said as he ran his free hand up her leg to feel how wet she was. 

"Your soaking babe," he said feeling her dripping wet. She continued watching him playing with his cock, wanting it so badly that she was getting more wet by the second. 

He positioned himself on top of her making sure that his cock was in exactly the right spot to tease her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him but he wanted to tease her first. He kissed her, as she moved against his cock. She tried desperately to get his cock inside of her, moving beneath him she cried "please." But every time she even got close to getting his cock inside of her he would move so that she couldn't. She was getting highly frustrated. "Please fuck me, I want to feel you," she cried out again. 

"Not yet babe," he said as he moved his way down her body, kissing her, touching her, tasting her, paying extra attention to her highly sensitive breasts. As he moved his way further down her body, he flicked her belly ring with his tongue and she couldn't help but laugh. She liked that he made her laugh, he was so easy to be around and right now in this moment he was so devastatingly sexy and frustrating! He looked up at her as he played with her clit, first running his finger over it, teasing it, before sliding his fingers inside of her, pulling them in and out of her. She was moaning and moving against his fingers when he placed his mouth on her clit. She screamed, unable to handle the pleasure running though her body. He continued sliding his fingers in and out of her as he sucked on her clit, teasing it with his tongue. She moaned loudly, moving against him, trying to get even more of exactly what she wanted. He heard her pull on the cuffs in frustration, usually she would have her hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop. He worked his fingers into her harder and faster, pushing her to the point where she was dying to cum and then he just stopped.

"Fuck me," she screamed in complete frustration. "Dont stop, please. I want more." 

He put his fingers back inside her briefly, sliding them in and out very slowly. "Is this what you want," he asked her. 

"Yes, please," she said to him as he stopped again. She groaned as he stopped, his fingers still inside of her, she moved against them, trying to get herself off. But he pulled his fingers out, grabbing her ass and pulling her to where he wanted her, he slid his tongue along her pussy, as he slid his finger into her ass. They'd talked about it and he knew she wouldn't protest. He wanted to encourage her to do this with him, but didn't want to hurt her, and he knew that he could distract her for now. Sliding his finger into her ass he continued working her pussy and clit with his tongue. She moved against his mouth, which meant moving his fingers inside her ass. Her moaning intensified and he knew she was getting used to it now, so he inserted another finger into her ass. 

He looked up at her as she cried out, "Do you like that babe," he asked her. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," was the only response he got as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. She was growing wet again, so she was obviously getting off on it, which was all he needed for now so he stopped and came up to kiss her again.

"Was that good?" he asked. 

"Fuck me, please," she replied. He moved himself into position, and slid into her hard and fast, completely taking her breath away and making her moan so loudly in his ear. It made him hard to hear her moan, he loved the sound of it. He continued thrusting into her, hard and fast and he could hear her pulling on the cuffs around her wrists. "Oh baby, please fuck me." It didn't take her long to start cumming, screaming in his ear, coating his cock in her juices, and he continued thrusting into her, wanting to make her orgasm last. He stopped briefly, more to gain control of himself than for anything else, before he kissed her on the mouth. Moving his mouth to her neck, sucking on the one spot he knew would drive her crazy, he began thrusting into her again. She came almost instantly as he fucked her, wetter and louder than before. It was so good to hear her but he had to stop, he didn't want to cum yet, he wanted to keep pushing her over the edge. 

He wanted to feel her hands on his body so he grabbed the key from the bed where he left it and undid one cuff. She was quick to run her hand through his hair and her fingers down his back and up his side. It felt so good to feel her hands on him. Undoing the second cuff she grabbed his face between her two hands pulling him to her so she could kiss him. Passionately they kissed, his hand in her hair, while he started sliding in and out of her. The kiss seemed to last forever and she moved beneath him, wanting more. He made her so hot and wet and she didn't want him to stop, despite having already cum twice. She wrapped her legs around his, allowing him to fuck her deeper. Moving her hands to his back, she couldn't help but dig her nails in. "Cum for me again babe," he whispered into her ear, "I want to feel you cum for me." She wasn't sure she could again, but he knew all the right moves. Moving his hands down her body he placed them under her ass, lifting her slightly, and squeezing it at the same time, he continued to thrust into her. She dug her nails in deeper and kissed her way along his neck, moaning the whole time. After what seemed like no time at all she came again, her pussy tightening around his throbbing cock sending him over the edge. Cumming inside of her only made her moan loader and her pussy squeeze his cock tighter. It felt so good. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath, giving each other quick kisses. When he moved off of her he lay beside her, pulling her over to him he asked, "Are you ok babe."

She snuggled into him, replying "mmm hmmm." It had been a big thing for her to be tied up but he had taken the risk and she had enjoyed it, her body was more sensitive and her orgasms were more powerful. He ran his hand mindlessly down her back making her shiver. He knew she would want more again soon, and he would be happy to oblige. She seemed to be an expert at making him hard, even after having cum already but for now he just liked the fact that she was there. She didn't know what this was or where it was going but she knew she wanted to give it a try and that she wouldn't give up without a fight. He was an amazing guy.



One Night



A short fantasy for a friend

*

You have agreed and now it starts. In your mind, you ask yourself if you are ready, but you are so intrigued by what you think may happen, that you are ever so slightly excited.

And so it starts..

I reach out and take your hand in mine, and lead you to the bedroom. The lights are dim, but you can make out the familiar room, you have been here before many times, but this time will be different than any other. I lead you to the bed and pull you close to me. I wrap my arms around your waist and kiss you with a passion you have not experienced up to now. As our breath softly mingles between our slowly parting lips, I whisper 'ready?' to you. You can hardly even get out the soft moan of approval that escapes your lips...

I slowly unbutton your blouse one button, and trace my fingers ever so softly over the now exposed flesh. You feel your nipples tighten as the touch is barely felt, not unlike that of a soft feather on your skin. I hear your soft sigh and realize that you are ready for more, but wishing to take you by surprise, I rip the blouse from you in one swift move. You gasp in shock, and a moment later I pull you again to my lips and kiss you deeply. Feeling your breath come a little more feverishly, I slowly break the kiss and ask again, 'Ready?'

Again as if you are unable to speak, you utter a soft moan of approval and find yourself being pushed onto the bed. I reach out and pull your right hand over your head and bind it in one of the cuffs you saw fixed to the corners of the bed when we entered the room. I again reach out and bind the left hand the same way and slowly and softly trace my fingers down your arms, causing you a shiver that you are unable to stop.

I slowly trace my hands over your breasts, feeling the silk of your bra under my hand, but feeling the warmth through the sheer fabric. I also notice your nipples have hardened and are straining against the silk for release.

Next I slowly trace my hands down your legs. I get to your left ankle and quickly pull it and bind it to the corner of the bed. You test the binding by pulling against it, and find it doesn't allow you much freedom. And as quickly as that, your right ankle is bound too.

Now you lay exposed to me and my desires. Glad that you still have your skirt, panties and bra still on.

Since you are bound and 'helpless', you feel a certain anxiety given the situation, but you also realize there is a certain amount of excitement there too. And somehow it seems the excitement is winning the war in your head.

You become aware that I have stood up and have removed my shirt. You strain to see me in the dim candlelit room. You long to feel me again touch you, kiss you, hold you. But you cannot do anything; you are helpless, bound there on the bed. You can't understand why you agreed to this, but it is some how very erotic, and the moisture gathering in your crotch tells you your body is excited even if your mind is yet not sure.

Again I lean to kiss you and you instinctively try to wrap your arms around me, and can't move them much at all. It is a little frustrating but you think I will tire of this game, free you, take you, and make love to you as we have done so many times before.

You become aware of my hand stroking your stomach, and tracing the waist of your skirt. It tickles a little and you smile and laugh a little. I slowly break our kiss and slap you on the upper inner thigh and demand to know what's so funny. The slap brought you back to reality quickly, and my words are still echoing in your head when you feel my hand trace your silk panties. Without any conscious thought your hips press to my hand. But I slowly trace my fingers down your thigh and slap it again. This time the sting causes you to gasp, but you feel my fingers tracing the outline of your silk again and somehow you find it exciting as the sting subsides and you realize the sensation is even stronger. Again your hips press to my hand and this time I reward you with a soft stroke of your heat through the silk. But it lasts for only a moment, but in that moment your eyes closed and you sighed softly. I slap your other thigh and that brings you back into the moment.

You can't believe you are getting excited from being slapped but the wetness you feel between your thighs gives you away. Nor can you believe you agreed to this in the first place, but at the same time you can't seem to wait for what is next...

You feel my hands tracing over your stomach and up to your breasts. I trace my hands over them softly and your chest lifts to meet my touch. And all at once I tear the silky cloth from your breasts exposing them to my bare hand and I roughly grope them. The feeling is not all that unpleasant, it is firm and unyielding, but somehow it feels good and you don't want it to end. You feel the sensation of my finger and thumb close against your hard nipple, and slowly the pressure increases until you feel it start to become uncomfortable, and at that moment it stops and I release your nipples.

You sigh from the feeling of the blood rushing back into them, and then without warning my lips are at your breasts. I slowly trace my tongue over each nipple and then take one into my mouth and suck it hard. I suck it hard and feel your nipple swell against my tongue. I release it and as it slips from my lips, I softly blow on the wet skin causing it to tighten even more. Just because I believe in being equal, I repeat this on the other breast.

You can't believe you are getting excited from being treated like this and still even more shocking is the feeling that you don't want me to stop; you actually find yourself wanting more...

I lean into you and kiss you deeply again pressing my hands against your breasts again, and squeezing your nipples. Your kiss deepens and for a moment we are one in that feeling. Then I increase the pressure on your sensitive nipples and you wince from the feeling, not sure you like it but not sure you want me to stop either. What a quandary you are in, finding out that there is some part of you that wants to completely submit to me and another part afraid of what it might say about you. I slowly release my grip on your nipples and glide my hands to your waist. I undo the button at your waist and slide the zipper down. I slowly push on the fabric and instinctively your hips lift from the bed allowing the cloth to slide free from your hips.

I quickly release your right leg and slide the fabric free of your leg and as quickly rehook the binding. Now all that is covering you is the silky fabric of your panties. I slowly kiss my way down your neck to your breasts, pausing on your swollen, sensitive nipples and then continue my slow torturous journey toward your heat. Kissing and licking all the way to the waist band of the silk.

I slide my fingers into the waistband of the silk and push it down. Again, without hesitation your hips lift from the bed allowing me to slide them down. Not wanting to waste any time I tear the hip seems apart and toss them aside. Now completely naked I inspect your beauty again, this time looking at you with a different perspective but still feeling deeply in love. I slide my fingers up your thighs and trace a finger up through your wetness. Noticing the glistening dampness on my finger I bring it to my mouth and lick it. You look on in awe; not sure you liked watching me lick your juice from my fingers that way, but secretly hoping I might do it again for you to watch.

I reach for the one of the candles on the table next to the bed. These are not regular candles, they are specially designed to melt at a lower temperature, but you don't know this, as I hold it above your stomach and turn it slightly watching carefully as a single drip falls. It lands on your stomach and you jump with the burn. It is hot on your skin, but not scorching. Another drop follows the first one landing near the first one, again it is hot, but seems a little less now as the drips start to accumulate on you, you become aware of them but they are not unpleasant. Then slowly I start to work the drips upward between your breasts. You start to wonder what I have in mind; will I drip on your breast, your nipples? I don't give you much time to wonder as I hold the candle over your breast and let the hot wax fall onto your sensitive skin. 

As the wax lands on your breasts and nipples coating them with the fragrant wax, you become aware of just how wet your heat has become. Then without warning, a drip, followed by several more, land on your inner thighs and above your clit. Your body reels from the hot wax and the burn. But being bound, you can only move a little bit. Your heat is fully exposed to the dripping running wax, and is overcome with wax and the burn. Your body tells you it hurts, but in your mind, you want more you can't comprehend why your mind and body are in such conflict.

I put aside the candle and let you rest for a few minutes as the wax hardens. As the wax sets up, I start to peel it off you. I notice the redness left from the heated wax and when you are cleaned off sufficiently I lean in and kiss you deeply. Instinctively you try to grab hold of my neck but are unable to because of the bonds. You whimper slightly.

Next I reach for something else. It looks like a cloth sack, only slightly larger than my hand. I bring it toward your body and you decide it is just to clean off the wax better. But then it touches your skin and you instinctively jump at the sensation, your body could not immediately tell you it was hot or cold, but there was a temperature extreme and you jumped. It is a cloth sack filled with ice, cold and wet is the sack, and it is sliding on your body where the wax landed. It feels very cold and you try to get away from the cold, but there are parts of your body that need soothing from the wax assault.

I use the ice cloth on your body in the order I dripped the wax on you, firs the stomach, then up between your breasts, then across both breasts lingering on the nipples, then on down to the thighs and finally letting the icy cloth come into contact with your heat. You can't help but moan loudly as the ice settles onto your clit and the cold burns deeply into your heat. As the cold settles into a burning cold sensation you become immersed in the sensation on your clit trying to gain some relief from it. You start to feel your clit grow numb to the cold; your eyes close tightly and a tear slides down your cheek. You start to pant desperately trying to slip yourself from the burning cold, unaware I have removed it already.

While your clit feels on fire with the cold, I slide into place a clit clip, you barely notice it, but you do notice the nipple clips I place on you. These lovely tight clamps grab your attention...



One Night



The house was dark when I arrived home. Not surprising, it was quite late. It had been a long night of work. I walked to the kitchen and flipped on the light. I tried not to make any noise as I put my stuff in the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. I stood silently resting on the counter as I enjoyed a post work drink.

After finishing my beer, I turned the lights off and quietly made my way to the bedroom. As I opened the door, I could see the brilliant moonlight shining through the windows. The soft light bathed her form as she lay in the bed, sleeping soundly.

Deciding that the moon was all the light I needed, I declined to turn any more on. I made my way to my side of the bed and began removing my work clothes. As I sat on the corner of the bed to remove my shoes, I had to suppress a groan, not wanting to wake her. My muscles ached. As I pulled off one shoe, I felt and heard her stirring behind me. Bending over to untie my other shoe, I felt her hand on the small of my back.

I couldn't suppress the groan this time as her nails dragged down my back. I turned to look at her and she smiled sleepily.

"Sorry, I woke you," I whispered.

"Its okay," she replied, running her fingernails down my spine again. My back arched. Her touch felt so wonderful on my aching back.

I kicked my shoe off and unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down my legs. She scooted closer to me on the bed and continued to drag her nails down my back. I sighed contentedly. When I had removed my pants and boxers, I stood to crawl under the covers with her. Her hand dragged down my back one last time, lingering as it went over my ass.

I crawled under the covers and rolled toward her, she immediately nuzzled into me. Her arms wrapping around my neck as mine encircled her waist.

"I missed you," she breathed before pressing her lips against the flesh of my neck. My arms pulled her closer, her body melting into mine.

"I missed you too baby," I replied, kissing her cheek.

Her nails resumed their massaging of my back and shoulders. Mine began their own journey up and down her body. Stroking through her hair before descending back down to her hips. Her body pressing tighter against mine.

When her leg began rubbing up and down mine, I could feel my body respond. As tired as I was, she still aroused me. I let out a low groan and pushed my hips into her. I could feel her nipples harden as she felt my arousal and her arms tightened around my neck. She pulled herself harder into my body, her breasts crushing against my chest.

Our eyes met as my hand traveled lower down her back. As I squeezed her ass, our lips met in a hungry needy kiss. Our hands explored each others bodies as our kiss became deeper. My arousal was complete now and it pressed against her stomach. Her leg slid up around my hips and I could now feel hers. Hot and moist.

My hips pressed into her more insistently as our kiss grew deeper. My tongue parting her lips and seeking hers. Our bodies sliding against each other. Hands roaming. I felt her moan into my mouth. One of her hands slid down from my neck and slipped between us. She teased across my chest, paying close attention to my nipples. When she tugged gently on the ring in my right nipple, I squeezed her ass cheek firmly in response.

She responded by pushing her hips harder against me, her wetness dragging over my hard shaft. It was then that I noticed the difference. I pulled back from our kiss and looked at her. As my eyes locked on hers she knew I had noticed.

"I did it today," she said in response to my silent question, "Do you like it?"

I answered her by smiling broadly and slipping my hand between her legs. I slowly dragged my palm up over her now smooth bare pussy. I smiled again and lowered my lips to hers. We kissed passionately as I ran my fingers over her sex and her body moved with me.

She slid her hand down my chest, fingertips dancing over my skin, her nails scratching me softly. She reached my cock and wrapped her fingers around it as I continued to drag my fingers through her moist slit. We moaned into each others mouth.

Our eyes locked as we stroked and rubbed each other. I could feel her hard nipples against mine. I gently nudged her body and rolled her onto her back, my body rolling with her and settling between her legs. Her hand never left my cock and mine soon joined.

She looked up at me and quietly mouthed, "Please baby."

I guided the head of my shaft to her, rubbing it through her wetness. Her pussy felt so soft and smooth. I pushed my hips forward and felt her open for me. I pushed in more and my cock head was bathed in her heat. It felt wonderful. I pushed forward until I was buried fully inside her, my heavy balls resting against her ass.

Her leg slid up the back of mine and rested against my ass when I was completely inside her. We lay still, savoring the feeling of being joined as one. I could feel her walls contract around my shaft and my cock throb in response.

Staring down into her eyes, I said, "I love you baby."

"I love you too," she responded and her hips started to move. I began to move my hips with her. Before long my shaft was gliding in and out of her pussy at a steady pace. Her walls squeezing me tight but her wetness allowing me to move easily. 

I listened to her breathing as I stroked my cock into her. Panting. She wrapped both legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I could feel her wetness coating my balls every time I bottomed out in her. Our bodies moved together. Slick flesh against slick flesh. Her nipples dragging over mine. Our eyes locked. My breathing becoming more labored.

Her arms snaked around my neck and her fingers massaged my muscles. I thrust my cock into her more forcefully and she responded with a loud moan. Soon her fingers began traveling down my back, her nails digging in when my cock hit the right spot. My back arched when she dug her nails in, pushing my cock deeper. She moaned and clawed my back harder.

As the pleasure increased, so did my pace. Her moans told me she loved it. Our bodies crashed together. The sound of our slick flesh smacking together filled my ears. I could feel myself getting closer. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I gazed down at her face, bathed in the moonlight. She was so beautiful. I thrust into her harder. Drawing closer to the edge and pushing past.

"I'm close baby," I whispered.

She nodded her head and dug her nails into my back. I arched and drove my cock deep. I exploded into her with a growl and immediately felt her pussy spasm around me. She flooded my cock as I filled her pussy with my seed.

As our breathing slowed, I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her deeply, my body collapsing onto her. Her arms tight around my back and neck. We kissed and caressed each other as my spent cock softened inside her.

Concerned for her comfort, I eventually rolled off her, my cock slipping from her pussy. I lay beside her and she snuggled into me. I could feel her chest rise and fall against mine. I ran my fingers through her hair and massaged her neck.

She cooed appreciatively and kissed my neck. Her fingers lazily danced over my chest, toying with my nipples and her favorite piece of jewelry.

In time we drifted off to sleep, holding each other. Our bodies pressed tightly together. The sound of our happy satisfied breathing lulling us to sleep.

I woke some time later. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep. I felt her against me. Warm and soft. Her breath on my neck. I ran my hand slowly down her back and felt her shift. Half asleep, I continued to roam her body with my hand. I squeezed her ass cheek as I ran my hand over it. She stirred some more. Soon her hands began reciprocating the movements of my own. I felt her fingertips dance down my spine. I pressed closer and she did as well.

As we caressed each other I felt my shaft slowly swell back to fullness. She felt it too and ground her hips. Her leg slipped between mine and slowly rubbed up and down. My hand kneaded her ass as our lips met. We kissed and caressed and moved our bodies together for a while, our passion building. 

When my patience began wearing thin, I gently nudged her shoulder and rolled her over until her back was to me. I scooted closer and she pressed back, my cock settling between her ass cheeks. My hands found her breasts, kneading them softly and rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. Her hand found my hip and her fingers dug in.

I reached a hand down and lifted her leg over mine, opening her. I then slid my hand between us to grip my throbbing shaft. As I guided it between her legs, she pushed back against me and moaned as the head brushed against her wetness. I found her opening and eased back inside her.

I raised my hand to her chin and tilted her head back to kiss her as we slowly rocked together, our bodies one. We made love, soft and gently for some time before our need became too great. With my hands on her hips I pushed into her harder, her ass meeting my thrusts.

With a groan and a squeeze of my arms around her, I came deep inside her once again. Her own climax followed shortly. We drifted off to sleep again with my arms wrapped around her and hers cover mine. I never removed my cock from her this time.

I awoke to the morning sun shining through our bedroom window. We were still holding each other in the spoon position, our cheeks pressed tightly together. In our slumber my cock had slipped from her pussy and lay soft against her ass.

I looked at the alarm clock beside our bed and noticed the time. I had an early shift that day and wanted to hit the gym beforehand. I gently extricated myself from our embrace and climbed from the bed. She never stirred as I made my way to the bathroom.

I decided on a shower, even though I would be working up a sweat during my workout. Somehow I thought it best to wash the smell of our lovemaking from my body before going out in public. Although, part of me wanted it to stay with me throughout the day.

She was still sleeping soundly when I returned to the bedroom. I packed my bag with my gym clothes and work clothes as quietly as I could. I went to the clock to make sure the alarm was set for her. I noticed her move out of the corner of my eye.

"Good morning," I whispered.

She smiled sleepily and whispered back, "Good morning baby. Going to the gym?"

"Yes." I told her, "the alarm is set. I left lunch for you in the fridge."

"Yay," she replied softly and lifted her arms for me. I leaned down and let her wrap her arms around my neck. She held on tight as our lips met for a soft kiss. She seemed reluctant to let go, and I was just as reluctant to leave. The knowledge that she would be there, waiting for me upon my return, allowed me to pull away and leave for the daily grind.

She would be on my mind all day, as she always is. I already missed her as I left the house. I longed to hold her in my arms again and be held in hers.

Its only nine hours, I told myself as I climbed into my car and pulled away.



One Night



I see you, sitting at a table in the corner of the room. It's odd; the sounds of laughter- albeit drunken- and merriment surround us both, but you remain on the periphery, your eyes flicking back and forth. You draw the eye, though; if you didn't by your looks alone, you do by your attire.

The theme is Hawaiian, and you are thus attired; string straw skirt, shell bikini. Your dark hair is loose, draped back over your shoulders. You smile, over and over, but as I watch you I notice. You only smile when someone addresses you directly, only look alive when someone's watching.

You noticed me, watching you, earlier. You looked me over, just as I looked you over; when I wasn't watching. I saw you though. 

You clearly didn't mind it too much; you kept looking at me. But when I look back, you look away. I know we work together; I know your mum is close to my dad. 

I come over to you, my eyes looking directly at yours, waiting for your eyes to flick up and notice me. I'm almost upon you when it happens, and you blush slightly, your mouth suppressing a smile. 

I've never really talked to you; had a one on one conversation. But we know random facts about each other; you know I study, and I work nightfill in petrol stations; I know you like to party, and that you're older than me, but you're not sure by how much. The obvious is that you're taller than me, but as that doesn't bother me so it doesn't seem to you. The thing was, I never knew you liked girls.

We continue jumping through our conversational hoops, but we're both reading between the lines here. I don't know why you chose me tonight; maybe it was my looks, or the way you and I both seem eternally on the periphery of things, never the centre. But you did; your hand is on my arm, your hair carelessly tickling my shoulder as you smile at me surreptitiously. You moved my hand onto your thigh underneath the table. 

Drunk now. We took a cab back to mine, which was further away than I thought it was. But despite the alcohol, you are still self conscious of me, and I of you; we touch, but only in small, manageable ways; you softly rest your head on my shoulder, almost as if you're afraid of me pulling away; I place my arm around you, but lightly. You sneak glances and smiles at me through your fringe; I look down at you, when I think you're not paying attention.

Tired of waiting. The second we get inside, I took your waist in my arms, pulling you to me. I kiss you softly, the touch questioning; do you really want to go through with this, and damn the consequences? You pull back slightly, and look into my eyes. 

Then you kiss me back, your hands moving to the back of my head, your lips tasting of vodka and raspberry. Your hair caresses my cheeks, and you moan into me, pushing yourself closer. 

I run my hands over your back, as I feel the shells covering your breasts against my shirt. I remember you telling me how much they hurt, so as I drop to my knees I hold them up, and make sure they don't scratch you as I remove them. 

Wow. I cannot look, not really. I close my eyes, and kiss down your body, feeling the softness of your skin on my lips. You arch your back, holding my head as closely as you can. 

I delve lower, and curse slightly and quietly; the straw dress is Really annoying. You hear me, and you laugh. Your hands guide mine to your waist, and I pull the string around your waist down, making a mess around your ankles.

The white fabric of a bikini bottom is all the modesty you wear at the moment, but your eyes are blazing at me. I look at you, as I kiss you through the thin material, and your hands drive me in harder.

"Damn it, stop teasing me!" You whisper at me, your nails scratching at my neck. I smile into your thighs.

I pull them down, and breathe lightly on your mound. Beautiful, lovely. I couldn't bear to look at your breasts, but I find myself unable to look away now. 

I descend upon you, my mouth covering your mound from top to bottom. I make sure to never lose that contact, and I make love to your pussy with my tongue, pushing it inside you, running around your slippery nub. Sometimes I caress the hood, and you push yourself into me harder. You stifle cries; I'm not sure why. Maybe you're afraid to completely let go.

I look up at you, and I change my technique. Before I was only playing; now I want your pleasure, your taste. My tongue moves deeper- and trust me, if you thought it was long before, you haven't seen anything yet. I strum over your clitoris, as I toy at your opening with the tip; your hips uncontrollably buck at me, as you continue to fight to keep yourself quiet. 

Enough. I plunge my tongue inside you, as far as it will go. You shriek, and your hands become talons, raking my scalp. You thighs grip my skull fit to crush me. I feel you heat up, spilling your pleasure into my mouth. I continue, trying to keep you as high as I can. I move the tip of my tongue upwards, against the roof of your pussy. I can't quite get your g-spot, but I get close enough. 

You collapse onto me, your legs giving way. You would have fallen over, but I hold you against the door, taking your weight on my shoulders. You explode again, and you cry out. 

I hold you until you're steady, before coming up, and smiling at you. Dishevelled, your hair messy, lips apart, gasping. it was probably not how you had pictured tonight going, but the first time I saw you I wanted to do that. You look simply beautiful, standing there, shuddering still. Your breasts feel wonderful against mine, and though I'm sure I smell like sex, you don't hesitate to take advantage of your height as you kiss me hard, forcing me to bend to your embrace.

I love it; it's how I dreamt you to be. I want you to want me more than your inhibitions, more than you don't want to let go. I want you to take me, driven by your desperation for me. 

You push me onto my couch, and you drive my skirt upwards. I went less risque than you; a hawaiian shirt, and a flower skirt. But my briefs underneath are lace, and thin enough so I can feel your tongue against me through the fabric. You damn near tear them off, and I gasp as I feel your hair against my thighs. I look down, and the picture of your hair, nestled against me, pooling on my thighs, as I feel your tongue moving against my slit, is so powerful I close my eyes. 

You're good. I can't think of much. You are everywhere; your hands on my hips and palming my breasts, raising me into you harder. A finger joined your mouth, or it didn't; I'm not sure. I can hear you growling into me, as you bring me on to boil.

I can't help myself anymore. I sink lower down into the cushions, if only so I can get my heels under me. I push upwards, hard, and I hear you purr into me, and I feel you smile into my sex. 

Hot, wet, burning, swirling passion. I can't come down, can't even think of stopping. You don't leave me be, even after my peak is past, and I'm too sensitive to want you to continue. But you hold me up, keeping my back arched, forcing your embraces onto me. I pull your hair, screaming, as you push your pleasure- your desperation- onto me. But it happens; my pulls away become pulls towards, as the journey from too intense to wonderful ends. 

This was how I wanted you. I can remember standing there, at after work drinks, seeing you for the first time. I got damp, simply taking you in. Classic, italian beauty; wicked curves, majestic breasts. But your face captured me, made me melt inside. You were elusive, something I could fantasize about. Something I would never have.

I shiver. I moan. I bite the inside of my mouth. You don't- can't- stop. I love it. 

You take your time now, covering the insides of my thighs with small bites. I pull your hair upwards, towards me. I love the smell of you; musky now, not the clean smell earlier. Now you smell of sex; my sex. 

I hold you close to me, and kiss you hard, harder than before. I put my intent, my possession, my feelings into the embrace. 

You pull back after a while. 

"You've wanted me that badly? For how long?"

"Since I first met you." My voice is unsteady, but I look deeply into your unreadable eyes, hoping. 

Her eyes closed, and her lips descended on mine again, for her reply. 

Ecstatic, amazed. Her touch is soft, yet possessive, just as much so as mine was. She opened her eyes, and drew away, her body still lying between my legs, but this time I can feel her fingers on my face, before she takes one hand.

"Me too," she said.



One Night



There was a note on my desk when I came back from lunch. My boss, Victoria, wanted to see me. I was sure she needed me to work on a project for her. So, after checking my voice mail to make sure there weren't any additional messages from her, I grabbed my notebook and pen and headed into her office. 

"What's up, boss?" I asked as I took a seat across from her. 

"I have a big favor to ask. We have service technicians coming in from all over the country and one from Mexico. They will be here tomorrow to train on the new model. After the Tech Director takes them to dinner, we need someone to take them out and keep them occupied. You know, like to a bar to play darts or something. Several of the guys asked for you specifically." She rattled off a few names and I understood why I was asked. I talk to these guys on the phone on at least a weekly basis and most of the time the conversation is more flirting than work. 

"Sure, Victoria, that shouldn't be a problem. When they come in tomorrow for the training, I will try to figure out who wants to go and what they want to do." Doing favors for her was not a stretch. I really appreciated her as a boss; she is a smart woman who takes care of her employees without constantly looking over our shoulders. 

The next morning I debated what to wear since I had a few errands after work, I wouldn't have time to change before picking the techs up at their hotel for a little bit of fun. I wasn't sure what we would be doing, so I chose something comfortable and cute. The type of tops I tend to wear have a v-neck showing a little bit of my over ample cleavage. I chose a favorite, bright pink with a silver buckle under the deep cut neckline and a pair of my comfortable trouser jeans. Without specifically thinking about it, I chose a somewhat lacy black bra and matching hi cut, black lace panties. Shoes...hmmm...what to wear, I thought as I stood in my closet. Settling on a pair of low-heeled black leather boots, I climbed into the shower and tried to think of options for the guys on where to go. After a nice, hot shower, I applied my makeup and styled my hair, dressed and left for work. 

On the short drive in to the office, I thought back to my last conversation with Ron late last week. He told me he was coming in for the training and was looking forward to meeting me. We have flirted quite a bit off and on for the last year since I transferred into this department. I knew how to charm these guys, most of who didn't think a woman knew her way around a machine. His voice was sexy, but I knew from our discussions that he was old enough to be my father. Chris, Mel and several of the other guys I knew were coming in were also at least 15 to 20 years older than me so I was in a quandary deciding where to entertain the guys. 

I settled into my chair with my morning caffeine fix, a large icy fountain diet drink...I can't start my day without it. Emails to answer, phone calls to return, service bulletins to update; it was business as usual until about nine that morning. 

The Tech Director, Gary, brought the techs around to meet everyone they worked with. I was finally going to be able to put faces to the voices I have chatted with at least weekly. They stopped by my desk and luckily I was between phone calls. I rose to introduce myself and shake their hands. Mel took my hand and shook it firmly, telling me it was nice to finally meet. Ron took my hand and kissed my fingers, with a mischievous glint in his eye. I made my way through the group, all of them pretty much fitting the mental image I had formed of them through our conversations. None of them was what I would consider overly sexy, but they were all nice looking in their own ways. I was right though, all were old enough to be my father. Oh well, I was sure we would find something that we all could agree would be a good way to kill and evening. 

During lunch I talked with several of the guys and discussed plans for the evening. Gary was taking them to a very popular steak house in town for dinner and I was to pick up whoever wanted to go out about 7:00 that evening at their hotel. I gave a couple of them, Ron included, my cell number in case any change to the plans occurred. Since I drove a large SUV, I knew I would be able to chauffeur at least four of them. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful; my job is nothing if not predictable. I left the office a little before five and headed out to run my errands. 

At twenty till seven, my cell phone vibrated on my hip. Since I didn't know what the plan was for the evening, I didn't want to drag a purse around and have to keep up with it. Chris was calling to let me know that he and several of the guys were having a beer in the bar lobby while they waited on me. The background noise sounded a little rowdy. All I could think was Victoria may owe me big after this. 

I pulled into the hotel parking lot fifteen minutes later. After putting the car in park and setting the emergency brake, I took a quick second to check my hair and face. Not one to normally wear lipstick, I pulled a tinted lip balm out of my pocket and gave my mouth a quick smear. I really wasn't trying to impress anyone, but I had to admit the touch of color really did make my face a little brighter. I locked the truck and walked into the hotel. 

Standard hotel lobby furniture in shades of burgundy and beige greeted me. The requisite paneled oak front desk stood to the right, flanked by two horribly outdated and dusty fake ficus trees. The lobby bar was straight ahead, a restaurant/bar combo filled with the typical business travelers; men who must have had suits on earlier but now the ties were undone and the coats were hanging haphazardly on the backs of their stools and the loafers had lost a little of the shine applied that morning. The group I was looking for was different, all about the jeans, pullovers and tennis shoes. I found them at the far end of the bar, laughing at something funny just said...more than likely a dirty joke if I knew this crowd. I walked up to them and all the laughter stopped suddenly. Oh my, were they afraid to offend me? Wow. 

After a quick minute or two of discussion and the finishing of their beers, we decided to go shoot pool. I haven't played in several years and I warned them all I was lousy at it, but I was game if they were. Only three of the guys wanted to tag along, Ron, Chris and Mitchell, the guy from Mexico. We loaded into my truck and headed over to a sports bar I knew was close to the hotel. We walked in and the place was wall to wall. Apparently, I had chosen a popular place with the out of town suits like I had seen at the hotel. The guys quickly vetoed the location. I remembered a pool hall nearby that I used to spend way too much time and money in years ago and asked the guys if they wanted to give it a go. They all agreed and we made the short drive to Shooters.

The parking lot was mostly empty, but the lights were on inside so we headed in. Chris and Ron got us a pitcher of beer. Mitchell and I had a short conversation (very short considering his broken English and my rudimentary Spanish) while choosing cues off the wall. We easily found a table to play on, there was only one other table occupied. The pitcher found a home on a nearby table and the first round was poured. Someone made the decision to play teams, Ron and I versus Chris and Mitchell. I wasn't sure at this point how evenly matched we were, I only felt sorry that Ron was stuck with me. Yes, I suck at pool! The conversation was light, mostly shop talk and the like. Soon the first pitcher was gone, but another quickly appeared. Turns out the teams were fairly well matched, Ron and Chris being pool sharks and Mitchell and I both equally lousy. Oh well, it was all for fun, right? 

Two more pitchers later and Mitchell decided he was through for a while. Shooters also featured electronic darts and he decided to head to that side of the building for a while. Truth be told, I think the language barrier was getting to him. I tried, but other than the basic book Spanish I learned in high school and the cuss words I had picked up since, I really couldn't hold a conversation with him. Another pitcher showed up on our table and Ron tried to poor me a glass but I need to switch to soda since I knew I had to drive them back to the hotel at some point. I figured they deserved to show up for training the next day in one piece. 

The boys (as I started referring to them as after the second pitcher) were getting a tad rowdy. The conversation was turning a tad bit silly as we began a game of Cutthroat. Ron started with a comment about making sure to stroke the stick just right. Chris followed that with "what a good lay I am, er, have." Soon it was more innuendo and double entendre than normal conversation. I really didn't mind. Early in the evening I had warned them I was not easily offended and appreciate a racy joke as much as they did. It was soon clear to me that maybe my choice of attire was only encouraging them. Every time I bent over to take a shot, both men would strategically place themselves on the opposite side of the table. I have to admit, I was enjoying the attention. Although I don't consider myself beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, I am well endowed and that tends to overcome any objection men find in the rest of my body. 

I was trying to line up for what I knew was an impossible shot, but the only one I had. Ron walked up behind me and whispered in my ear that if I made the shot I had to give him a blow job back at the hotel. Since I knew I would never make it, I laughed at him and agreed. Chris had no clue what was said but he offered me a tip on how to make the shot. It was a little of a hard decision...do I take Chris's advice, possibly make the shot and have to pay up with Ron? The other option was to miss but make it look like I really tried. I really didn't have a lot of real faith of making the shot even with Chris's help, but decided to try anyway. I lined up on the cue ball as Chris instructed and pulled my cue back smoothly. The next few seconds seemed to take place in slow motion. The cue hit the ball exactly where I planned. The white ball rolled straight toward the seven ball which clipped the six. Next thing I knew both balls landed in the far corner pockets. I stood in disbelief. Not only had I made the shot, but I won the game. Uh oh, I made the shot! Ron had an enormous grin on his face and Chris came over and gave me a hug, complimenting me on making a really tricky shot. 

I excused myself to make a visit to the ladies room. I didn't really need to go, but I wanted a minute to think about what Ron had said. I hated to admit it to myself, but I was intrigued, curious and truth be told, quite a bit randy at the prospect. I could feel the electric shocks travel from my breasts and head south to my increasingly moist pussy. I messed with my hair for a minute and touched up my lips. Ron's whispered words kept echoing in my head and every time they did another shock wave coursed through my body. I knew I had stalled long enough so I made my way back to the table, wishing I could have another beer but realizing it wasn't a good idea. First, I had to drive. Second, I realized I needed my wits about me now more than ever. 

The guys had started another game without me but I didn't mind. I was too distracted to play now. I spent the time watching Ron. He looked to be in his early sixties, and a tad taller than me. The tight Levi's he was wearing cradled his ass nicely. He wasn't GQ gorgeous, but he had a sort of rugged good looks. Okay, I was attracted to him; I think I was attracted to his personality before we ever met. Now, seeing the piercing green eyes confirmed it. Chris came over to ask me a question while I was daydreaming about Ron. I felt stupid when I had to ask him to repeat himself, but I too engrossed in my thoughts to hear him the first time. He asked me if I was ready to take them back to the hotel. It was almost ten and he wanted to get to bed since they had an early morning the next day. 

I agreed and went to the counter to pay for the beer and pool, knowing I could expense it with Victoria and everything would be cool. But, Chris and Ron beat me to it. The tab was paid and we went to hunt down Mitchell, who I had almost forgotten about. As we walked out to the truck, I thought I felt a hand brush across my ass but since both Ron and Chris were behind me, I had no clue who it might have been. 

The drive to the hotel was quick; Ron sat up front with me. For the first time that night I noticed his aftershave, spicy and woodland, very manly. I hadn't really planned to come in but Ron invited me in, just to talk he said. I wasn't sure what possessed me but I agreed and we made our way inside and to the elevator. Chris bid me good night and thanked me again for the hospitality. Mitchell and I exchanged a brief farewell and Ron and I got on the elevator. Not a word was said as we made our way to the fourth floor. The dinging of the elevator bell was the only sound unless Ron could hear how my heart was beating a bit faster than normal. The doors slid open and Ron made his way down the hall with me right behind him. Quickly we arrived at his room and he slid the pass key into the door. 

He let me in first and I set my keys down on the table. The room was just like many others I have seen, two double beds, dresser, television and a small table with two chairs. Ron offered me a bottle of water as I pulled a chair away from the table to sit down. He walked over to me before I had a chance to sit down. Standing there face to face, close enough to again smell his after shave, he looked at me softly.

"May I kiss you?" Did he honestly just ask permission to kiss me? The lightning bolts again shot through me as I took a brief second to formulate a response.

"Me?" Dumb response, maybe I should have taken another second to think that one through.

"Tracy, I have wanted to kiss you since I first heard that sexy Southern accent through the phone. I knew on the plane ride here that I would do whatever was in my power to get you to bed. However, I respect you and simply want to know if you will let me kiss you." Sight unseen this man planned to take me to bed. Me. I barely whispered a yes when he took the last half step forward, touched my cheek with his hand and closed the distance between our mouths. 

The kiss was warm and gentle. His lips were soft as the pressed against mine. I felt his lips slowly part and felt his tongue barely touch my lips. Almost involuntarily, my lips parted and we tasted each other for the first time. It was the sexiest kiss I had experienced in years. Slow and soft but full of heat and desire. His arms circled my waist and he pulled me closer as the kiss deepened. I could feel his desire press against me through his Levi's. Slowly, he turned me so that my legs were against the back of the bed. Like out of a movie, we fell to the bed, still locked in the kiss and embrace. Feverishly our tongues explored each other and I could feel the heat build in my body. The room could have been on fire and I couldn't have felt hotter. 

We broke the kiss to catch our breath. Those piercing green eyes looked at me with lust and desire. I felt his hand caressing my side as my leg parted his. I felt him, hard against my body and knew with absolute certainty that his dare earlier would be paid. Our mouths found each again our hands wandered over the other. Tentatively I worked my hand down his stomach, and pulled his shirt free from his jeans. Unsure of what he liked, I slowly stroked his smooth skin right about his waistband. The sharp intake of breath as he sighed encouraged me. Our tongues continued their battle as I loosened the button on his pants to explore a little further. He broke the kiss and asked me if I was okay. 

"Okay is a rather mild word" I responded. I could think of several other words that fit better, enraptured, horny even, but no, I was not okay. I chuckled "yes, I am okay. Are you?"

"Honestly, no." My face must have fallen a bit because he quickly spoke again. "You are so incredibly sexy and I can't think of one single thing I did to deserve laying here with you." With that, his mouth found my neck right below my ear. How did he know this spot was so sensitive?

I suddenly felt more brazen that ever as I lowered his zipper. To my surprise, I discovered this man did not wear anything under his jeans. My fingers touched his hardening cock and it jumped, aching to spring free. His hand was inside my blouse settling on my tit and rubbing the nipple until it was as hard as he was. 

"Please." With one word, I knew what he was asking. In the back of my mind I knew that even if I had not made the shot earlier, I would fulfill his request. I sat up a bit and pulled off his shirt and kissed a path down his neck and across his chest. He made me pause long enough to remove my top and hurriedly unhook my black lace bra. 

He gasped. "Oh god, you are so beautiful." His fingers found my now hard nipples and he gave a gentle tug. Spasms shot straight to my pussy and I knew I was soaked. I kissed his chest again as I worked his jeans down his hips, his cock feeling the sweet freedom it desperately craved. His cock was hard, about seven inches long and I knew its girth would easily fit in my mouth. My kisses trailed to his stomach as I continued caressing his length. 

"Are you sure?" I asked as my lips came close to kissing the swollen head. 

"Oh god, yes. Please, baby, take me in your hot mouth" he begged. 

My tongue darted out as I tasted him for the first time. His scent filled my nostrils as I ran my tongue along the length of the first cock I had tasted in a long time. He shivered when I wrapped my lips around him and slowly took him deeper into my mouth. My pace was slow at first as tried to learn what made his body quiver. Soon though, his hard cock was hitting the back of my throat in a rhythm he seemed to really enjoy. With one hand I stroked his length as my lips did the same. With the other hand, my fingernails lightly scraped across his thighs. I was so enthralled with pleasing him; I lost all track of the world. Was he still breathing?

His hand stroked my hair. I silently hoped he did not push my head further as I was not sure I could take him any deeper. His moans grew louder and I felt further encouraged. I sucked his length harder and faster. His hands knotted in my hair. I could feel his thighs tense against the sides of my head. I knew he would cum soon. I took his free hand in mine and squeezed. He seemed to sense what I wanted to know. 

"Tracy, oh baby. Please let me cum. Swallow me baby." I braced myself for what I believed would be a torrent of hot cum filling my mouth, gliding down my throat. His moans grew louder still and his hand squeezed mine tighter. "Oh, oh, Tracy, I am cumming now!" My mouth was quickly filled with the salty, sticky liquid. He seemed to go on longer than I thought possible. His grip on my hand stayed tight as he pumped my mouth to take him as deep as I could. I swallowed his cum as quickly as I could, for some reason, I didn't want to spill a drop. His breathing slowed bit by bit as I licked him clean. 

"Oh my, that was the best experience of my life." I smiled when he said that, full of satisfaction that I had just pleased him so well. "You have an amazing mouth." A smile erupted across my face. 

I made my way back up the bed, trailing kisses across his stomach and chest. His breathing was still slightly labored as he tried to regain his composure. His arms wrapped around me as my lips fluttered across his neck. He pulled me closer and his lips found mine again. I was slightly surprised as other men I have been with wouldn't kiss me after I let them cum in my mouth. The salty taste on my tongue mixed with the spicy scent that filled my nose assaulted my senses. 




One Night



His fingers found my nipples again and instantly they hardened. He lowered his mouth to my tight, rosy buds and licked them slowly. I willed him to suck them and soon he did; first one then the other. Electricity coursed from there straight to my swollen clit. I was so horny at this point that I was sure I would climax while still being clothed from the waist down. His tongue lathed my breast and then he blew a cool stream of air across the wet nipple. Oh mercy, how did this man, whom I just met, know exactly how to drive me to the edge? 

I lost all track of time as he continued his worship to my tits. I could feel my blood start to boil and knew I could cum very soon. My hand found his silky gray hair and it was my turn to tangle my fingers and urge him on. 

"Ron, baby, suck my nipple harder, I am going to cum for you." I have never been one to talk dirty during sex, but I really couldn't contain myself. The waves started to wash over me as I cried out. It was swirls of color, the smell of hot flesh, moaning and writhing as I came harder than ever from just his mouth. He apparently did not want my orgasm to end because before I could relax he had my pants open and he found my clit. Fireworks exploded before my eyes as the orgasm grew to a frenzy again. At the height of my spasms he plunged a finger into my pussy and finger fucked me. The sounds of my panting filled the room as my climax kept going. 

He sat up for a brief moment to pull the rest of my clothes from my sweaty body. Before I could make any attempt to help him, I was laying naked under his hard body. His mouth found mine again and our tongues battled. His cock was hard again and teasing my pussy as I spread my legs wide for him. My pussy was slick from my orgasm and I knew he would have no trouble filling me with his hardness. I was unsure if he would start slowly or bury himself fully but I didn't have to wait long to find out. 

His cock found its target and he plunged into me. My pussy strained as he filled me like no one before. Our bodies fit together perfectly finding the natural rhythm easily. We rolled together until I was straddling him. This position allowed his hands to be free and he fondled my tits and pinched my nipples gently. My hands were on his thighs as I steadied myself and rode him. I lifted myself up until just the head of his manhood filled me. Slowly, I lowered myself done until I was filled once again. I kept this pace up as I watched how agonizing my teasing was to him. 

His hands fell to my hips and held me up slightly. Then he took over, raising his ass from the bed pumping into me as deeply as he could. I could feel his balls slap my ass every time he rose up. The muscles in his face tightened. I knew he was about to fill me again. 

"Yes, baby. Cum for me again. Fill me." I pleaded. My climax was building again and knew I would come shortly after him. His eyes locked with mine. I could see his jaw tighten as he growled. He held me still as I felt him shoot his load into my eager pussy. His finger found my clit and instantly I climaxed, our juices mixing deep inside of me. We were both gasping for air as I collapsed on top of him. His heart was pounding in his chest and I worried for a brief second that he might have a heart attack. It took several minutes for our breathing to slow towards normal. I rolled to my side and he put an arm around my shoulder. Something in his eyes told me he wasn't ready for the night to be over. His lips found mine again and our tongues tangled. His lips trailed down to my neck, alternately licking, kissing and gently sucking on my damp skin. The kisses were lighting a new fire in my cum soaked pussy. Again, his eager mouth found my breasts and he licked slow circles around one breast, never touching the rock hard pebble in the center. What brain cells I had left were pleading internally for him to lick or suck the center, but this was not his plan. I felt his hand caressing my stomach, hard enough not to tickle, but just barely. 

After several agonizing minutes his fingers made a path to my now aching pussy. I could feel his thumb press on my clit sending waves through my body but not allowing me to cum. While holding the pressure the center of my desire, he plunged two fingers deep inside me. Simultaneously, his teeth bit down gently on the nipple nearest his mouth. I came hard, waves of passion washing over me as bit into my hand to stifle the scream that threatened to erupt from my mouth. 

Before I had a chance to come down from the cloud I was floating on, Ron rolled me onto my back and pulled me to my knees. He trailed his tongue down my spine as he positioned himself behind me. I couldn't wait to feel his cock fill my channel yet again. His cock was like a drug and I was now an addict. 

"Fuck me hard, baby. Fill me!" I pleaded as I felt his swollen head teasing the opening to my pussy. Not one to ignore a woman's fervent request, he plunged into me. Over and over he pounded his rock hard shaft into my pussy. His hands firmly gripped my hips. With each thrust, I rocked back to take him deeper, his cock bottoming out each time. I was in total and complete ecstasy. 

"Baby, I am cumming" he said through clenched teeth as I felt him shoot his load deep inside me. This sent me over the edge yet again. My body quaked as I continued to rock back into him. I had long since lost track of how many orgasms he pulled from my body; I didn't even care to count. As the orgasm subsided we both collapsed to the bed. The smell of hot, sweaty sex filled the air. Our heavy, labored breathing was the only sound. I am pretty sure we both fell asleep for several minutes. I rolled over and glanced at the bedside clock. 12:30. Damn, we had been at it for two and a half hours. Ron noticed the time too and asked me if I would stay the rest of the night. My body wanted to, if not for more amazing sex but then just because I was too relaxed to move. Rationality took over and I slowly rose and tried to find my clothes. As I picked them up off the floor, Ron sat up.

"Stay. I will set the alarm early enough that you can get home, shower and change for work." I had no way of knowing what time Chris or any of the other guys might be up roaming the halls. I was not about to take a risk of any of them seeing me in the morning leaving in the same clothes from the night before. I couldn't imagine ever living that one down.

I managed to get all my clothes on while fending off Ron's hands and mouth. He was desperately trying to convince me to stay. "I have to go," I whispered. I put my boots on and stepped to the table to retrieve my keys. He stepped behind me and kissed the back of my neck. 

"Will you be okay to drive home," he asked. I was touched by his concern.

"Yes, I will be fine. Get some sleep. You have to get up early too." I kissed his cheek and whispered a good night as I made my way to the door. He followed.

"Thank you for the kiss," he said with a laugh. I giggled too and unlatched the door. 

"Sweet dreams" I replied as I kissed him one last time. I stepped through the door, closing it softly. Once I sat down in my truck, I paused for a moment. I couldn't believe what just happened. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned the truck over. I drove home in almost a daze, made my way to my bed and fell in to a dreamless and very contented sleep.



One Night



She came home that night from shopping, tired, annoyed, ready for bed. The door to her duplex was unlocked. Had she forgotten again? Damn, not smart. With one hand loaded down with bags, half way into her home, she groped blindly around the door jam, trying to find the light.

Suddenly, there is a rough hand over her mouth, another in her short hair, pulling her back into the living room. Distantly, she hears the crash of jars on the tiled foyer floor and the door slams shut. Adrenaline pumps violently through her body, making it hard to breath around the hand, let alone scream. Both arms flail around, trying to catch hold of the hands. A leg trips her up and she's on the floor, with him above, straddling her hips. She pushes with her legs and hips, but it's useless, he's way too big. Both hands are above her head, and he smashes his mouth into hers, blocking any noises and she feels a cord of some sort wrapped around her wrists.

He lets go of her hands and then he's ripping her thin tank top off. She tries to bring her arms up to hit him, but the angle's wrong and she can feel him laugh into her mouth. A rough voice growls, "Keep quiet bitch, or you'll get hurt." He binds the remains of her top around her head, covering her eyes and nose. An indrawn breath let go. She's afraid to scream.

In the darkness, she is picked up and a blanket is wrapped around her, head to toes. By the smell she can tell it isn't one of hers, slightly musky like it hasn't been used in a long while. There is the sound of a door being opened and closed as she's carried outside, then pushed into the back seat of a car. The ignition starts and the car is moving.

Several turns and a few minutes later the car stops. She can hear the man get out of the car. Alone, she builds up her courage and begins to struggle with the tightly wrapped blanket, wondering how long he'll be gone. Hearing footsteps outside a minute or two later, she freezes.

The car door opens, "Tut, tut, not being a very good girl are we?" Blanket and all, she is dragged bodily out of the car and carried inside and dropped to a carpeted floor, rolled out of the blanket. Unable to help herself, she hears her voice, shaky, "Where are we?" Her answer is the clicking of metal on metal and a new surge of fear rushes through her, almost nauseating in its intensity. Something cold and metal touches her ankle, making her jerk, but a strong hand holds her still as she feels a pair of shears cut her jeans off her. First one leg, then the other, along with her panties then her bra. She lays there shivering, bound and naked on the floor as she hears a door close. Then silence.

Breathing hard she can smell some kind of incense faintly. Her hands skitter over her makeshift blindfold, but she doesn't remove it. Curled into a fetal position she waits for what feels like forever.

Something soft slithers over the skin of her back and ass. It seems familiar, but she can't concentrate on it, all her other senses straining to figure out where he is. There is a hiss, of something rushing through the air, and then a smack as it, whatever it is, strikes her flesh. First the sting, then heat, then the itch. Over and over again it hits her, not brutally, but hard enough that it's making her flinch in anticipation. She tries to roll onto her back, but a booted foot on her hip keeps her in place as he works up and down her back, over her ass and down her legs.

As suddenly as it started, the punishing stops and she hears something drop to the floor next to her. The voice above her whispers, "You're so pretty all tied up... so soft and totally helpless. Such a pretty plaything." She senses him moving, then she can smell him, he must be very close, an unfamiliar cologne and male. Flesh touches her cheek and the voice sneers, "Open your mouth toy. Suck me if you don't want to get hurt."

He presses into her mouth, and she tries to squirm away, but his hand is in her hair, pulling her face onto his cock. She gags but he holds her there, getting harder, enjoying her struggles. After a full more choking strokes he pulls out of her mouth, smearing spit across her face.

Rough hands grab her by the hips, dragging her up onto her knees and elbows, then she can feel his hands on her already stinging ass, fondling and squeezing hard. Without warning a swat, and another on top of the last and she can feel him bite into her soft flesh right where his hand had been. A finger slides across her pussy. He chuckles at finding her wet, and she is, very wet, almost dripping. It shocks her that she is so turned on, has been the whole time without realizing it. He pushes that finger, smelling and tasting of her into her mouth.

"You are such a little slut. Well, I know how to use little sluts like you." Something pushes into her cunt, not him; it's too hard and cold to be flesh. It can only be the handle of whatever it was that he'd been hitting her with. She cries out, then gasps, gritting her teeth around a moan. She doesn't want him to know, despite the fear and pain, how good this feels. Just as she gets to the point where she can't help herself moving against it, he yanks it out of her.

She squeals as he slides his full length into her pussy. He's thick enough to hurt as he grinds himself into her, forcing her hips down to the floor. Uncontrolled cries of pain and pleasure burst out of her as he starts driving in, fast, deep, ruthless, battering at her from the inside. Her hips slam the ground with each savage stroke, his cock driving her down and across the floor.

A hand tangles in her hair, lifting her body against him as an arm slips around, squeezing a breast hard. His breath is hot on her face as he pumps from behind. "You're mine now, you little slut... like you wanted. I own you. I'll take my pleasure from you as I will."

Both of his hands slide up and circle her throat firmly. Not choking, but she knows he could, she can feel his strength. And still his cock slams in deeply, never stopping or pausing for even a moment. His breath is coming faster now, and his hands circle her waist, now moving her on him. Lifted up and down, he's using her like a fuck toy. She can feel sweat, her own and his, streaking her body.

His grip tightens savagely, as he continues pounding, and growls into her ear, "You know your mine, don't you bitch, and I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum." A hand takes her hair again and his thrusts quicken. Her body is now limp in his grasp, completely powerless to stop him, not wanting to stop him.

She hears him draw a sharp breath, another, then it happens. A molten flood deep, so deep, inside her, again and once more. He lets go of her and she falls forward onto her hands, feeling her own orgasm force his cum out around his cock. Without his hands on her his final thrust pushes her over onto the floor, strengthless, his cum oozing out of her spasming cunt.

Gentle arms gather her shuddering into his lap, and she feels him undo her bonds, then the blindfold. He leans over, placing a kiss on each hard nipple, then her mouth. His familiar voice whispers in her ear, "You were so good. I love you so... my little slut" as he carries her up to their bed. 



One Night



Damn, who the hell is that? I thought as my cell rang. I was driving with the window down, enjoying the feel of the wind on my skin. Rolling on Ecstasy for the first time, I was enjoying it to the fullest.

"Hello," I said, marveling at the way my voice vibrated all inside my body. Why I was in such a state is another story altogether.

"You doing anything right now?" Pam asked.

"Nothing much now but earlier was a different story," I said lasciviously.

"Dirty boy, I knew you were having a bad day but have you been using sex as aspirin again?"

"Maybe a little...or a lot," I said, "It all depends on your perspective."

"My perspective is of someone that hasn't been home or seen their girlfriend in almost two months."

"Probably a lot then." I said, chuckling.

"Can you come by?" she asked.

"Umm, I'm feeling a little too straight to hang out with a lesbian," I said, laughing.

"Very funny, you breeder." she said, "I just opened a bottle and was wondering if you wanted to help me do some damage to it."

"You know me and damage. We go way back," I said in my most macho voice, somewhere between Pee Wee Herman and Elmer Fudd, "I'm on my way."

"You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet...very wet," Pam said, with a grin, as she stepped back and let me into her motel room. 

Pam was about five feet two with light brown hair that she kept stylishly short. Not so short as to remove all doubt as to her sexual orientation but short enough to make people wonder. We had met when I was seventeen and she was twenty-one but lost touch after she moved away to get a "real" job. I always suspected she was gay but she confirmed it a couple of weeks before she left. We had always gotten along well so it really did not change things between us. Except now I didn't feel guilty when we hung out and I stared at women.

I grinned my "I have been well and truly busted" grin. I knew there was no sense in denying it. "Why yes, yes I have," I said.

Pam leaned in to give me a hug. She buried her face in the side of my neck and inhaled deeply. "You need a shower," she said with a grin, "you smell like at least two different women."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're good. Two at once actually." 

"You slut." She leaned in close again and licked my cheek. "Tasty, that's for sure," she said, "Enjoy your shower." She pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me alone, a little turned on and more than a little confused.

I had just finished my shower when Pam knocked on the door. "Yeah," I said. 

"You can use the robe hanging up on the door. Sorry I don't have a frilly girly one for you," Pam said, laughing through the door.

"You are so funny. It is to laugh...har dee har har," I said finishing drying off and putting the robe on. As I opened to door I was met with a plastic cup of ice and vodka. I took a big swallow enjoying the icy burn of it as it hit my stomach. 

"That is just what I need tonight," I said feeling the eighty proof powered warmth spread throughout my body. As I folded my clothes, I looked at Pam and noticed her eyes were red and watery. 

"Have you been crying?" I asked putting my clothes on the bedside table.

She knocked back the rest of her drink. 

"A little, it's not a big deal."

"Maybe not, but if you need to vent or just a shoulder to cry on I've been told I'm pretty good at both of those things," I said. "Besides most of the time women laugh when I take my clothes off, not cry."

"You're a goof," she said, laughing as tears ran down her face, "I'm sorry I'm being such a chick."

"No worries. You're allowed, you know, what with you being a chick and all," I said, taking another sip of my drink. "So you want to talk about it?"

"Cathy and me are fighting like, well, like two bull dykes in a china shop," Pam said pacing back and forth. "She said she isn't sure if she wants to be with someone that travels so much. She doesn't mind when I get to take a month at a time for vacation. I'm worried she wants to find someone younger or less independent." Pam sat on the bed and hung her head.

"Hey, from what you've told me about her, your independence was one of the things that attracted her to you. And as far as finding someone younger that's just crazy! You are a very attractive woman," I said, sitting down beside her.

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely. One hundred percent lipstick lesbian," I said, grinning.

Pam burst out laughing and put her hand on my knee. "You are one of the good breeders, you know that?"

"Thanks, I think."

"It's a compliment. Almost the highest honor we can give one of you straights," she said twisting to look in my eyes. As she twisted I couldn't help but notice the way the robe began to pull open, exposing quite a bit of breast. 

Forcing my eyes back up to meet her gaze, I was very aware of how close she was and how quickly things were awakening under my robe. 

"Can you put some more ice in my cup?" Pam asked.

"Ummm... are you sure you don't have enough already?" I asked in a panic. Then I saw the gleam in Pam's hazel eyes. "Sorry, I hope this isn't offensive," I said sheepishly.

"Not at all. It's kind of flattering and a little bit amusing seeing you squirm," Pam said giggling at my struggle to keep myself covered. I noticed her nipples becoming more prominent through the thin material of her own robe.

"I'm glad you're having fun...but I'm about to make a mess of your robe," I said.

She laughed. "Can't have that, now can we?" she said reaching for the belt on my robe. As I tried to avoid loosing my belt and modesty I felt her hand lightly brush my fully hard cock. 

"Mmmm... wait...are you sure?"

Pam looked into my eyes. "You're one of my best friends, I haven't had a dick inside me in probably fifteen years and I haven't seen my lover in almost two months so yes, my pussy and I are very sure," she said, "Have you figured out what the highest honor I can give a straight like you is?"

She was now stroking my cock in earnest with one hand. With the other she undid the belt on her robe.

"I hope it's not mercilessly teasing them," I said with a laugh.

"Does this seem like a tease?" she said lowering herself to the floor in front of me, "Let's see if I remember how to do this." Her hand wrapped tightly around my shaft and her tongue flicked out, tasting the precum that had begun to flow. My hands gripped the bedspread and I briefly wondered how many hotel guests were going through the same thing. As she took the head of my cock into her mouth all thought became fuzzy.

"Damn, that's good. I don't think you forgot much at all." I said, "A little deeper." She sucked about half of my cock into her mouth. Her right hand began to work with her mouth on my shaft as her left hand began to caress my balls. I knew that the sensuality of the situation wouldn't allow me to last long so I pulled her up from her kneeling position. She released my cock with an audible pop.

"I had forgotten how much fun that was," she said, "but you could have let me finish."

"I didn't want to cum to quickly," I said removing my robe and laying back on the bed, "so a little break helps that."

"But I want you to cum in my mouth so I can keep sucking your cock until you're hard again and ready to fuck me with it," she said, letting her robe slide off. She stood nervously, as if she were worried I would judge her.

"So sexy," I said., noticing her tattoo of an ice cream cone with a rainbow scoop on her inner thigh about three inches above her knee, "Baskin Robbins never had such a tasty flavor in the all their thirty-one flavors."

"I got that when I was going through a very militant phase in my lesbianism," Pam said. "It's a big hit at the beach though!"

"I'll bet," I laughed.

"Now I want your cock in my mouth." Pam crawled up the bed and resumed her attack on my dick. She seemed driven and it was making me crazy as she began to piston her mouth up and down on my shaft. I held my hands on the back of her head as I began to thrust upward. 

"Oh fuck...Not going to take long," I said, doing my best not to force her head down on my cock as I rapidly approached my climax.

"Mmmmm-hmm" she moaned, opening her eyes and locking onto mine.

I felt the familiar tightening of my balls as the cum began to boil and churn. 

"FUCK YES! Don't stop!" I growled. My first volley of juice went straight down her throat. My second and third she held in her mouth. As my next two shots weakly dribbled into her mouth she began to let it run down her chin. 

"That was fuckin' incredible...and still is," I said marveling at how unbelievably hot she looked with my cum dripping from her face onto her tits. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and licked it clean.

"So, not too bad for a lesbian?" she asked. 

"No not too bad at all...for anyone"

She took a sip of watered down vodka and swished it around before swallowing, "Saltier that I remember but still tasty." 

I realized that she had just given me one of the top blow jobs I had ever received and we had yet to kiss. I pulled her down on the bed, and after some debate on who would be on top (I won this time) our lips met. It was gentle and tender. Our hands roamed over each other. I slowly kissed my way down her neck as my hands teased their way up her thighs to her hips. I gently took one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing lightly with my teeth.

"Mmm, bite me harder," she said pushing my head tighter to her breast.

As I turned the nibble into a bite I eased a finger into her tight pussy. "Oh, yes," she moaned. As I worked my finger in and out of her soaked pussy she grasped my wrist.

"I want your dick in me now," she breathed.

Pulling my face to hers she thrust her tongue into my mouth, one hand finding my rejuvenated cock.

"Wait," I said, fishing a condom out of my pants, "Unless you're on the pill?"

"No. Damn I didn't even think about that."

I tore open the foil packet and slid the condom on my iron bar of a hard on. 

"Go slow," she said, "I haven't had anything other than tongues and fingers inside me for a long time."

I positioned myself on my knees between her legs and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy lips, teasing her clit with my cock head for a few minutes. She thrust her hips upwards at me. I moved so as to not slip into the hot wetness of her pussy. "I'm trying to go slow here," I said. 

"Ok, you listen well. Good job," she panted, "now put your cock in my cunt."

"You sure?" I asked.

"I want it in m..." she started to say when I slid my cock almost all the way into her with no warning, "Oh fuck yeah!"

I pulled almost all the way out and held my cock there with just the flared head of my dick inside her hot pussy. She looked into my eyes, her breathing heavy, and nodded slightly. I slammed into her, sliding balls deep feeling the liquid heat of her cunt as she screamed in pain and pleasure.

"Yess!!! Just like that," she screamed, as I began to move in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes of steady hard strokes she lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I began to piston in and out of her, harder now, our bodies slapping together. 

"Almost...don't stop...don't stop...CUMMING!!" Pam yelled as she began to spasm around my throbbing cock. As her orgasmic tremors began to subside I let her legs down and continued to slam into her. I felt her tighten around my shaft. I buried my cock inside her and began to throb. As I came I found her mouth with mine. We kissed, and I began to roll off of her. 

"Don't pull out yet," she said, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

I wiped her tears away with my thumbs. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing is wrong. This was just so intense for me."

"Ok, I won't pull out but let's roll over," I suggested as I put one hand behind her head an the other under her ass and guided her over on top of me. I was still hard enough so I didn't break our connection. As she sat up on me I reached up and gave the hard nubs of her nipples a pinch. She wiggled on my love muscle, which hadn't softened completely, her hips beginning a back and forth movement.

"Damn, that's so good," Pam said.

" Yeah it is," I said grabbing her hips and holding her tight to me as she built up a sensual friction with her hip movements. She began to speed her movements, grinding against my pubic bone and forcing my cock as deep into her as it would go.

"FuckfuckFUCKfuck," she panted as her cunt tightened, almost to the point of pain, on my hard cock. As she finished her climax, her body shuddering involuntarily, she collapsed onto my chest.

"No waterworks this time?" I asked, caressing her back and squeezing her firm ass.

"Not waterworks but a lot of wet," she said with a contented smile.

I laughed and kissed the top of her head, "Glad I could help with that."

"Riding your cock was so sexy. I have never come that fast. Oh my god, I feel all fluttery," she breathed into my ear, causing an involuntary throb of my cock, "Mmmm do that again."

"Do what?"

"Make it throb again...pretty please," she begged, earning another throb. She squirmed as I began to thrust ever so slightly. Her tight slick canal gripped me as she began to move again. This time raising up and dropping rapidly down on my cock. After a couple of minutes I felt her cunt grip me even tighter.

"Oh fuck...here we go again," she gasped, her orgasm overtaking her with a fierce and unexpected speed.

"Don't stop," I groaned as I begin to fuck upwards into her pussy. Feeling my cum boiling in my balls I slammed into her to the hilt and began to attack her nipples furiously. "Ahhhh fuck yes! Keep moving," I cried out as I exploded deep inside her.

She collapsed on top of me. I felt our combined juices begin to flow around the base of my cock and down my balls. I slowly rolled her off me and slid the very used condom off and dropped it in the garbage can beside the bed. Pam eyed my half hard manhood with some amused apprehension.

"It is going to go down, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think it's done for a while, unless you want to go again," I said slowly running my fingers up her thighs. 

"I kind of want to but I'm so sensitive right now. Would it be ok if we waited for a while?"

"Sure, I am very satisfied."

She leaned in and kissed me tenderly. "Thank you," she said. 

"My pleasure...believe me."

"I really needed to feel desired right now."

"You are," I said, increasing the urgency of my kiss. I didn't know what was going on but my cock was beginning to respond again. 

"Umm...I'm not sure if I need to feel THAT desired," she said, glancing down at my rapidly rising cock. 

"Ok, ok...pay it no mind, it'll go down on it's own," I said, with a grin, as I pulled the covers up over us. She gave a jaw creaking yawn and snuggled up next to me like I was her own personal teddy bear.

"This was wonderful," she said. 

"Absolutely wonderful," I agreed, reaching up and turning the bedside lamp off. As I watched the late night turn to early morning I realized that for the first time in a long time I felt truly peaceful. With that thought rolling around in my mind I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later to find Pam with the covers thrown back slowly and gently stroking my cock. I was unsure how long it had been going on but my cock a deep purple and rock hard. 

"Enjoying yourself I see," I said.

Pam looked at me, with a hand-in-the-cookie-jar grin, as she increased the tightness of her grip. "I woke up and it was poking me so I thought I would play with it for a while. I was trying to make you cum without waking you up," she said mischievously.

I adjusted the pillows so I could watch her pump my cock with her velvet grip. "Keep that up and you'll make me cum soon enough." I watched her as she continued her slow firm strokes, marveling at how erotic she looked with full lips just inches away from my cock. Her tongue flicked out and teased the copious amount of precum into a shiny string running between her lips and my cock. 

"So yummy," she said, "but I want to see it cum." She began to stroke me in earnest. 

"Don't stop...just like that," I moaned arching my hips into the air. I felt her fingers pressing the spot right behind my tightened scrotum. All control left me as I began to spew volley after volley of hot thick cum. My first shot made it to my chin, the rest made a mess all along my chest and stomach.

"Damn, that's a lot of jizz." she marveled.

"Don't be too impressed," I chuckled, "I think that was more you than me."

She lay down on top of me and began to use her body to rub my cum into both of us. She licked the cum from my chin and kissed me. I had never tasted my cum but for some reason this was incredibly erotic and my cock stayed hard enough to slide into her steamy cunt.

"Mmmm fuck," she sighed. She began to move slow and steady on my semi rigid member. As my cock hardened fully she began to cum, spasming over and over. "YES YES YES LOVE YOURFUCKINGCOCK!," she screamed. 

I felt her juice flow down around my balls as she continued to cum. Since I had already cum so hard I had no immediate desire to orgasm. I simply let her use me for her own pleasure. She kept up her slow and grinding pace for another twenty minutes or so before collapsing on top of me. 

"I can't...too much...intense," she gasped as I felt her still twitching around my shaft. As she kissed my neck and chest I noticed the first rays of sunlight beginning to intrude. I rolled her over and began to stroke in and out of her, my eyes never leaving hers. My cock going into her fully and withdrawing until just the very tip gently holding her wet cunt lips apart. Then I would begin the tantalizingly slow journey back to her center. We kept eye contact as much as we could as my pace increased. 

"I'm getting close," I growled. I picked up my pace, lifting her legs over my shoulders.

Her eyes sprang open as I began to slam into her even deeper. "Cumming," she moaned, "Want you to cum!"

"Almost," I said, as my balls began to tighten, "NOW!!". I slammed into her as deep as I could and froze as I began to fill her cunt with my cum. My hips and stomach began to thrust and tighten of their own accord as my orgasm crashed through me. 

"CUMMING AGAIN!!" Pam shrieked, as she began to spasm and clench around my cock. Her cunt gripped me in a death grip. We kept eye contact as we crested a wave of sexual euphoria and rode it to it's conclusion. I rolled off of her to lay beside her. The only sound in the room was that of our labored breathing as we held each other. There was a sense of bliss and sadness at the same time. 

I left that morning knowing that I had experienced something special and outside of any rules of what is "normal".

Pam went back home to Cathy and they are doing very well. They have started their own local business so they can spend more time together. They have even decided to get married. I am happy for them but I do wonder "what if" sometimes...as I imagine we all do on occasion. I am invited to their wedding ceremony and Pam says if she can talk Cathy into it... to the honeymoon. 



One Night



*Sorry I really didn't have time to edit it, so there are typos, but I just wanted to get it out there. I have been away from Lit for a long time. I have just been feeling really down and lonely, but I forget sometimes that I have a friend in writing, so I hope you enjoy.* 

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After my heartbeat slowed, I could finally feel myself getting to a dryer state. I was covered in my own sweat and wetness, but now that the lovemaking was done, I was beginning to cool off. For the first time that night I could hear the ceiling fan lazily spinning overhead. I already missed seeing Logan over me and hearing his heavy breathes in my ear for what seemed like for hours. I don't know how long we had been fucking, but we did it until we exhausted ourselves. With dewy skin and a still wet pussy, I got out of bed and reached for my panties.

"No, don't put those back on, come here," he said motioning me back to bed. I came to him with an afterglow smile on my face. On our damp and dirty sheets we feel again together into an embrace. He must have been so tired—he rarely fucked me that good and hard. I was definitely satisfied. It had been one really long week, so this was just what I needed. I loved it when Logan fucked me so well that I could just pass out afterwards. It was like a drug that had the power to take me to another place, make me only focus on one thing, and then make me pass out into a beautifully peaceful sleep. We laid next to each other both still coming into terms of what just happened. I knew that he and I would soon fall asleep. 

I laid my back against his chest in the spooning position, wrapping his arm around me. "That was so wonderful darling," I whispered to him with my eyes closed. He intertwined his fingers with mine and didn't say anything, but I felt him moving closer to me. What a perfect way to end a night and to end a week at that! Work had been a total downer and I had been on my feet for over 40 hours that week, running around, trying to get things done. I wanted to lay down forever with my love Logan. In the middle of work I would fantasize about him coming in during my lunch break. I would tell him something dirty about how much I would rather have his cock in my mouth then anything else for lunch. If you could see the way Logan cums you would love him too. I wish I could record this man's face as he came. It is seriously the sexiest thing that I have ever seen, and it is my favorite part about making love with him. I just wanted to make him cum and cum and cum...I would never get enough of it. 

When Logan and I first started getting serious he was always really nervous to bring up the subject of sex. I was a virgin when I met him and he was not, but there were so many things that he wanted to try out that he had never experienced. I loved that we still had things to look forward to sexually. One night while we were out with some friends I kind of teased him and whispered all of the things that I wanted to try out with him in his ear. No one knew what we were talking about, but it was so much fun to watch his reaction—to see his mischievous smile form. I wasn't at all scared of showing off to him my dirty mind. "I would love for you to fuck me in the ass one day," I whispered to him. He reacted the most to this one and he soon after told me to stop because he was getting really stiff. I stopped teasing him, but I had hoped that he took me seriously on everything I said. I was very vocal with what I wanted. I told him that I wanted to try everything, but I wasn't sure how he felt about half of the things I told him.

After that night, I waited for him to go out and buy some lube then take part in a wonderful night of exploring my ass, but it never happened. Maybe he wasn't into it I thought. But it was definitely on my mind. I masturbated every day before I was with him. And to treat myself I would always do some anal play. Being a shy and kind of reserve girl on the surface, I never owned any sex toys. One night I looked around my room for anything I could put into my ass. I wanted to feel penetration there so badly. I found a highlighter that I used to use for school. It was thicker than my other highlighters and it was a bright pink. With the Vaseline I had, I caressed my virgin hole and my makeshift dildo...ever since then I have loved to experiment with my tight ass. I loved the way the muscles there could just pull anything right on in...deeper and deeper. I couldn't get enough of my ass's tightness. The feeling straddled pleasure and pain perfectly creating this exciting and thrilling tingling sensation as the object passed through the tightest part venturing deeper into my ass. 

Now in my bed, asleep next to my partner Logan, I did not dream about being fucked by him in my ass, but if I could pick I would surely have. I don't remember what I was dreaming about. But I do remember hearing him wake up. I am a very light sleeper so it woke me up to. He was calling my name and waking me up. I thought something was wrong so I woke up urgently and almost wide awake. When I turned around I saw that he had just had another night terror. He looked a bit panicked.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay Logan. Do you want some water or anything?"

"Yeah, that would be great." 

I got out of the bed and went to my kitchen. I had never been in my kitchen butt naked, but I had barely even noticed it, it kind of felt like I had been naked forever. I poured him a glass of water and quickly returned. This wasn't a frequent occurrence, but it was definitely something I had experienced before. He drank his water and set it on the bedside table. I sat up looking at him trying to read his face to see if he was really okay. Logan was very stoic, but he really did seem to be okay. He gave me a small smile and invited me back into his arms to lay down. Back to our spooning position we went. That little trip to the kitchen had made me cold, so it felt good to be against his warm body.

"Were you having sweet dreams?" he asked as he kissed the side of my face.

"Not really. I won't even ask what yours was about."

"Well get back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you." 

"Are you going back to sleep?"

"Not anytime soon."

"I will stay up with you." 

He accepted my offer and scooted closer to me. Strangely enough he was fairly hard. I could feel his cock pressed up against my backside. I loved when he had a woody in the middle of the night, even though most of the time I was too sleepy to do anything about it. If I had boundless energy I would be sucking on his cock for days at a time. Just feeling him was making me horny all over again, but I tried to restrain myself so I would not distract him from sleep. Instead I tried to focus on the way his hand was grazing against my own. When you had a mind as horny as mine it was hard to turn it off for anything. I especially found it difficult at church. As the pastor preached a sermon on obedience, I would be thinking about giving the man two rows up a lap dance and using his tie as a prop. But at that moment my mind wanted to go to dirty things that I had done with Logan. I thought about the first time he face fucked me and how fun it had been. I loved it when he grabbed onto my head and forced his cock in deeper than it had ever been. His cum flowed down my throat and I was dripping wet from it. I also thought about that time when Logan licked honey from my pussy lips on a picnic we took. Gosh there were so many things that I liked to think about...before long I was wet again. 

Logan sensed his too and I felt his kisses first on the back of my neck. I was now glad that I didn't put my panties back on. I was so excited to be getting it again from him. His kisses moved as his hands moved from my hands to my legs. His movements were long, slow, and a bit sleepy, but still hot. As his hand traveled up my legs to the great divide, I opened them a bit for him, welcoming his hand to my most sensitive area. As soon as I felt his hand brush past my patch of hair and touch my soft pussy lips, I closed my eyes and gave into him once more. The velvety skin of my pussy felt so nice against his finger tips and as he parted my lips to dip them into my pool of wetness. I pushed my body against him in the dark room. Everything was so quiet except the sound of my soft moans. His long and thick middle finger pushed into me...and I could feel something else long and thick pressing against my backside. 

I let him finger and rub my pussy until his fingers were dripping in my wetness. From my pussy, he bought his fingers up to my breasts to pinch my nipples. The wetness from my cunt covered my nipples and made them hard in the cool air. I felt Logan's kisses again at the back of my neck. It wouldn't be long until he penetrated me from behind...I was just waiting for the slip...but instead he put his cock between my legs and rubbed it against my wet pussy lips parting them to get to the wettest parts. Gosh it was heaven. I loved rubbing my bare skin against his cock. When we first started getting sexual I would rub my bare pussy against his bare cock until I he couldn't take it anymore and had to be inside of me. I loved being covered in his cum and I loved covering him in my wetness. I was so turned on, his cock was wetter from that than it would be after being sucked on by me. 

But still he did not slip inside of me...but I felt him move his cock to the entrance of my ass. My heart nearly skipped a beat in pure excitement. Did he want anal tonight? I hoped so. I had been on my mind for a while and I wanted him to do me in the ass so badly. I pushed back my ass against the head of his dick letting him know that I indeed wanted it. To help him out I reached back my arm and lifted one of my ass cheeks so that he could see where he was going more clearly. My ass was all his, just like the rest of me. Logan was the first one to make a move toward me. The head of his cock kissed my tight little asshole. I relaxed myself to loosen my muscles and let him in. As he pushed forward I pushed back. To get in there was some resistance. We should have used lubricant but I wanted it now.

I wish I had his hand in mine to hold as he pushed into me, but instead I grabbed onto the sheets in front of me and pushed back harder to get him past the tightest part at the entrance. Logan seemed to have read my mind and his hand joined mine on my ass. 

"Ohhhhh," I let out quite loud and unexpectedly as he made one big push into me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes...yes," I told him. "Go slow."

I never expected it to feel so strange...but strange in a good way. I always thought that he filled up my pussy so well, but in my ass he filled me even better. His cock felt so hard and soothing in my ass. The only way I could really described it is by saying that it felt like he was giving me a deep tissue massage from the inside. The massage was rough and had friction, but it was good and deep. He pushed further into me until he was all the way inside. 

"Can I stay here?" He asked. I nodded my head as I was unable to speak. I had to wrap my brain around this new feeling. Logan had now been inside of my last unconquered hole. He felt so tightly wrapped in my ass I wasn't sure how he would get back out. My ass just kind of sucked him in and kept him there. My ass had been craving his cock. I could hear his breathing again—one of my favorite sounds. Logan was so damn sexy. "How does that feel darling?" 

"Fuck me please," I responded breathlessly. Logan began to remove his cock, but my ass was pulling hard on him. I knew it wouldn't be too long before he came—it was so tight and unlubricated. Every time I felt his cock reach the entrance of my ass I couldn't help but to moan and whimper. It was a pang of pain followed my swift and sweet pleasure. As he fucked me gently and at a very slow and careful pace, we started breathing harder and sweating more. After a couple of minutes he lifted my top leg a bit to get deeper in. Almost instantaneously my hand went down to my own swollen and wet clit. From there I could heighten my pleasure and reach down even further and feel his cock stretching my little asshole. With my eyes closed and my mouth open to let any sound I wanted to make freely escape my lips, I experienced anal sex for the first time with my lover. It was fucking fantastic. 

There we were having anal sex in the spooning position. My leg held up by him as he angled himself to thrust into my ass. He could not go fast, but with each pump into me it got easier for him to move inside of me. Having his dick in my ass made me make sounds that I had never made before. Our bed creaked lazily as it thumped against the wall. I would have loved to see his cock going into my ass...the way my hole held him tightly. After only a couple of minutes, Logan's breathing pattern changed. "Come inside of me Logan," I begged between heavy breathes. He picked up the pace and the feeling of half pain and half pleasure was heightened. He was going too fast, but I couldn't stop him. I wanted him to cum so badly inside of me. We both held on to each other for the climax ...

"Fuck...fuck.." he started. The rest was low groans and grunts...but I focused on feeling his hot cum flood my asshole. Even though he had just cum, I felt like I did as well. I was breathing hard trying to catch my breath with the biggest smile on my face. He pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and I already missed him there. I felt like a piece of me was missing. I could feel my asshole open and breathing—my hole gapping slightly. All I could do was lay there and feel my ass pushing his cum out. I didn't care that there was cum and sweat all over the sheets—we had just shared a very intimate time at 3 in the morning and I could be happier or more excited. I wanted to do it again and again and again. 

"Thanks for staying up with me," Logan said before he kissed my shoulder.

"You make it really easy to stay up."

"You really liked that huh?..." I nodded my head. "Can we do that every night?"

"Haha, that's what I was thinking...my ass is all yours darling," I told him "Even at 3 in the morning". 

"Leave those panties off just in case I get another nightmare," he joked. We both laughed and passed out a few minutes later after cooling down for the second time that night. I slept with my back against him with his cock resting between the cheeks of my ass. I wish I could have tasted some of his cum---I'd lick it right off of myself if I could. But I fell asleep with the comforting fact that a part of him was inside of me. The first thing I wanted to do when I woke up was buy some lube, then Logan and I could get the sheets even wetter, fucking our little hearts out. I loved him and there was no one else that I wanted to have buried deep inside of me and fulfilling my every fantasy.



One Night



Last night I met a guy in a bar. I m a straight male, okay, so ive been slightly curious in my teens, but im straight! One night me and this guy got chatting in a bar after work and he was definitely hitting on me. But the worst part of all this was that I was totally loving it.

I couldn't resist his charm, his rugged yet perfect look. His defined jaw and gorgeous cheekbones, he was the kind of man you'd see in a designer perfume advert. I was actually getting aroused by him. As the bar shut he asked me what I was planning for the rest of the night, I knew exactly what he was trying to do. I told him that I was just gonna go back to my place, but I didn't want to go alone, and that I had some more beers in the fridge. The look I gave him indicated to him that he was allowed to come back with me. We got in a taxi, I couldn't believe what I was doing, it was so wrong, but felt so right! As soon as we got into my flat, the topic of conversation moved straight onto sex. I told him I was straight and that I'd never been with a guy, well as in had sex, id kissed a mate, and sucked him off when we were 16 but that's a different story! He was telling me that he'd never been with a girl, and that he loves just loves fucking men. Normally I would feel uncomfortable about a gay man talking to me like this, but I was getting more and more turned on. 

I noticed he had finished his beer, I got up to get him a new one, little did I realise that I had a hard on, and an obvious one at that! He was like woah, what do we have here then? I was so embarrassed, I wanted to fool around and try something new with this guy, but I was so shy about it. Rather than making it awkward, he just smiled and said, I have that effect on some straight men, thankfully! I was so horny for him, I wanted to tell him! 

A few beers later and the conversation became slightly more interesting. So why were you so hard back then? He asked me. I was stuck, I didn't know what to say, so the alcohol did it for me, because I want to try some new things. The look on his face was amazing, he looked like Christmas had come early! And I think it was about to come early for me too! He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, looking at me the whole time, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The biggest dick I had ever seen flopped out of his pants, not even hard and it was easily 8 inches! He began to stroke it, slowly, I was so hard I had to get my dick out and begin to stoke along with him. Before we knew it we were both naked, sat next to each other slowly strumming our hard dicks. 

I suddenly felt his hand grab my dick and softly begin to pump it, up and down the shaft, it felt amazing! He knew just how to touch me, caressing my balls and strking my dick in such a seductive way! I felt a delicate lick across the throbbing head of my dick as he began to lower his mouth over my dick! Straight away he swallowed my whole shaft right to the base, it was incredible! It was like he knew just how I liked my blowjobs! After a good 20 minutes, he looked up at me ad went, your turn. He stood up, I couldn't believe it, I was greeted with a monster staring right at me, easily 12 inches and as thick as a deodorant can! I struggled to fit the tiniest bit in my mouth, but it tasted so good! But all I could think about was that thing in my tight ass! I wanted it so bad! After sucking on his humongous balls for a bit I looked up at him with the most pleading look, begging him to take my anal virginity. He looked at me, smiling, of course!

He got me on all fours and began to lube up my sweet tight man pussy with his tongue. He slowly inserted a finger in my hole, it felt so good. After being finger fucked for a while he turned to me, you're ready, he said. He had my sit on top of his thick and meaty man pole, allowing me to slowly slide down, it hurt so much but was so good at the same time. Eventually, I managed to achieve the whole 12 inches from tip to base! I was in a state of pure ecstasy! I let him fuck me so hard, making my whole body quiver with excitement! After being pounded for what felt like a life time of bliss, I shot the biggest load all over my stomach! Soon after he announced he was going to cum, he pulled out of my stretched ass and sprayed his thick man juice all over my face and mouth! I tried to taste almost every drop that I could! He stood up, licked some of his seed from my face and then walked off to get some more beer... I was left covered in cum, bewildered as to what had just happened. I will never be forgetting that day for as long as I live!



One Night



Written for and dedicated to E. Thank you for letting me publish this. Enjoy!

ONE NIGHT

I checked my phone for the twentieth time in ten minutes. Nothing. I twisted the stem of my wine glass between my fingers as I sat at the end of the bar, very obviously on my own. A noisy group entered, grabbing a couple of sofas and sorting themselves out while one man checked drinks requests. He separated himself from the rest of the group and stood next to me at the bar, throwing me an easy smile. He placed the order and then saw me glance at my phone.

'Someone running late?' he asked.

'Or not running at all. How late's too late?'

'How late is he?'

'Half an hour.'

He winced. 'And no text?' I shook my head. 'He's a feckin' eejit then.'

I laughed. One of the girls came up and started ferrying drinks back to the table. As he handed them to her, I got a better view of him. Around six foot, slim, but toned. Floppy hair that just curled onto his shoulders, a neatly trimmed beard. Very presentable.

He turned back to the bar, pushing up the sleeves of his top to over his biceps, a gesture that looked more out of habit than vanity, although it did help to emphasise the muscles. 'Here, let me get you a drink.'

'Oh great, the sympathy drink from the kindly stranger,' but I said it with a smile.

'I like the kindly stranger bit. What are you drinking?'

'Dry white wine, please,' I said as the barman placed the final Guinness in front of him.

'Small or large?'

'She'll have a large.'

'Oh? Trying to get me drunk, are you?'

'Merely ease the pain.'

'Of rejection? Gee thanks.'

He clinked his glass with mine and we exchanged names.

'You celebrating something?' I asked, nodding over to the rest of the group.

'End of shooting a music video.'

'So this is the wrap party?'

'Well, that's probably a bit of an overstatement. Just drinks and then we'll decide to get something to eat . . . eventually . . . and too late.'

'Musician then?' I asked.

'No, I was directing. Those guys over there are the real talent, and the girl on the end, she was singing.'

They caught me looking over at them and I waved and mouthed an embarrassed "Hi". They waved back, grinning.

'So you're the bossy one then?'

'Ha! Me? No. Couldn't get them to do a thing I wanted. They'll have to sort it out in the edit. So what do you do?'

'Apart from get stood up, you mean? Ah, he was only a friend of a friend. I was doing her a favour, really.'

'I told you. Feckin' eejit.'

'That's the worst Irish accent I've ever heard.'

'But I'm Irish!' he protested, pouting.

'That's what makes it doubly bad.'

It was getting busy at the bar and we were pushed closer together by the people waiting. It was also noisier so we were having to talk almost directly into each other's ear. His breath was warm on my cheek, gently scented with Guinness, with an underlying hint of zesty cologne as he leaned his hand on my shoulder as we spoke. He was funny, making me laugh but interested in what I was saying, and I was enjoying the verbal sparring.

It was difficult to meet his eye as the contact was so intense it was almost burning. I hope he didn't think I was avoiding it. But as he was once more pushed against me and his hand slid across my shoulder to keep his balance, looking up at him, I couldn't look away. He ran his tongue across the underneath of his top lip. It was a very sensuous movement, leaving his lip glistening and eminently kissable. My lips involuntarily parted and I angled my face up towards his. It had the desired effect as suddenly our lips were meeting. I stood, pushing back the stool in order to kiss him properly, my hands resting lightly on his chest as our mouths moved together, my focus on our lips, our hands resting only lightly on each other, but electricity filtering through my fingertips and where his touched me.

'We have to get out of here,' he said. I nodded my agreement, knowing what else I was agreeing to. 'Your place or . . .?'

'Mine.'

As he escorted me from the bar, his hand stroked from the small of my back to the curve of my bottom. Once outside the bar, I pulled him towards me and he pressed me against the wall, one arm around me to cushion me, and we kissed for what seemed a lifetime. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and I made the smallest of circular movements back against it.

I felt his breath catch and he pulled back from me, eyes roving my face.

'I need to get you home, don't I?' I whispered. 'Come on. We can walk.'

'I'm not sure I can.'

We walked, after a fashion, stopping to kiss every few yards until we finally climbed the steps to my flat and tumbled in through the door.

'Christ, I want you,' he said as soon as the door was shut.

I grabbed his wrist and led him directly to the bedroom. This simply would not wait. He obviously felt the same as he stripped off his top, removed his trainers and socks, and loosened his belt so that his jeans pooled around his ankles and he kicked them away. I was still hopping round trying to remove my boots as he stood there just in his underwear. Christ, he was fit. The sidelights I'd switched on were reflecting off his toned torso as he stood there, watching me.

'Hey, come here.'

Miraculously, he managed to slow the pace, turning me away from him so he could undo the tie of my top, slipping it from my shoulders and then unzipping my skirt and letting it slide sensuously over my hips to the floor. His hands followed it, his fingers catching in the tops of my stockings before sliding back up to unfasten my bra. All the time he was whispering flattering sensuous words to me. I wasn't listening to exactly what he said as my mind was in a whirl, but he encouraged me back onto the bed and rolled down my stockings, kissing down my legs as he removed them until I was lying back on the bed in just my knickers.

'That's better,' he said, kneeling astride me and looking down, his erection still obvious in his shorts. He dropped onto his forearms, his elbows either side of me, and kissed me again, slowly at first, the pace and firmness increasing. I could feel his erection pressing against me, hard on my pubis, the feeling exaggerated somehow by our underwear. His lips left mine and he kissed down the side of my neck and along my collar bone and then traced a path between my breasts. He paused and I realised I was holding my breath, waiting for his next move. I could feel his hot breath, but as he drew back it left a chill on my skin.

'Christ, you taste good,' he murmured, adjusted position and began to focus on my right breast, gently squeezing it as he licked and tugged at my nipple. I wasn't normally this passive, but he was swamping my senses and I felt unable to take control of, well, anything. He swapped breasts, leaving one hand to fondle as all I could do was make tiny mewling gasps and stretch luxuriously under his ministrations, my fingers curling around the rails of the headboard, the metal wonderfully cold against my hot skin.

If he carried on using his tongue in the same way, then I was in for a very enjoyable night. He did. I was. He slid his hands down over my waist as he kissed down over my stomach and then to between my legs. It was heaven, his focus was so intense that all I could do was tighten my grip on the headboard rails.

'I, oh . . . Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!' I couldn't help it. I didn't want him to stop but the intensity was so strong that as my orgasm flooded through me and I wantonly pushed myself against his face, wanting to feel pressure against me. 'Oh God,' I muttered and finally, 'Oh dear God.'

When I managed to open my eyes, it was to see him watching me, smiling. 'You OK sweetheart?'

'No . . . I . . . oh God.'

'Enough?'

'Oh God no. Anyway, you haven't . . .'

'I know.'

He left the bed and loped across the room to his trousers, loose-limbed and vulpine, and took out his wallet from his jeans pocket. He removed a foil packet and returned to the bed, tearing it open with his teeth. He gripped the tip and then rolled it down over his penis, occasionally flicking his hair back from his face. And then his concentration was back on me and he smiled, leaned forward and kissed me again as his cock pushed between my legs.

I parted them and he slid sweetly into me, I was so wet, so aroused.

'Christ you're beautiful,' he said as he began to move into me, incredibly slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace, supporting himself easily on his hands. I was biting my lip, allowing the emotions to flood through me as I looked up at him, his hair moving in time with his thrusting.

I lifted my knees a little higher and he responded by hooking his arms under them and lifting my legs onto his shoulders, and then pressing down on my thighs. Whereas before his thrusting had resulted in gentle movements within me, now shockwaves exploded inside me and every thrust had me gasping. I flung my arms above my head and grasped hold of the metal bars, using them to halt my progression up the bed.

I was sure he could feel the moment my orgasm was triggered as all my muscles tensed and it wasn't long before I heard more staccato grunts and then the long, slow groan of release.

He whistled a long breath as he dropped his head and his hair flopped forward, tickling my skin. He carefully withdrew and then straightened, stretching.

'Wow,' he said. 'That was worth waiting for.'

'You waited?'

He snorted a laugh and then flopped down onto his back next to me. He picked up my hand and kissed my fingers and then nibbled them.

'Hungry?' I asked.

'Definitely peckish. What have you got?'

'Sweet or savoury?'

'I've had savoury,' he grinned.

'Erm, fruit salad?'

'Tinned?'

'Hell no,' I said, tutting. 'Cream, ice cream?'

'Naked for me,' he said.

'Should have guessed that. Drink?'

Just water. Sparkling if you have it.'

Grabbing my robe, I visited the bathroom first and then heard him go in as I served up some fruit salad. He was sitting back on the bed, propped up against the headboard with a pillow behind him when I returned. He accepted the bowl and perused the contents.

'Nice.' He picked out a strawberry and angled it towards my mouth. I accepted it between my teeth and bit into it, the sweet-sour juice bursting onto my tongue. 'This is good,' he said, picking out the individual pieces of fruit to savour each flavour separately.

'Thank you.'

'This is REALLY good.'

'Stop sounding so surprised!'

'Sorry.' He held up a piece of kiwi fruit and smiled at it before eating it. 'For the first time probably ever, I shall be getting my five a day.'

'Fruit and veg?'

He did an obvious double take as he saw me grinning. 'What time is it? I've got some catching up to do.'

He wasn't joking either as he put down his bowl and turned my face back towards me to kiss me. He tugged at my robe, and then slid it off my shoulder, pulling me down the bed with him so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. His hand was stroking over my shoulder, down my arm, onto my hip and then back up along my body, his fingers exploring the curves he was finding.

They came to rest on my breast and he started to push me back, but that wasn't what I wanted and I resisted, instead, pushing at his hip. He accepted this and rolled onto his back pulling my leg over him so that I was lying on top of him.

I sat up, eyes tracing down his body, taking in the chain hanging around his neck with the ring and what looked like an Egyptian icon, the fine tracing of chest hair, the toned muscles, the curve of ribs under lightly tanned skin. And tonight it was all mine.

He placed his hands behind his head. 'You know, I could lie here and stare at your breasts all night,' he said. 'They are rather perfect.' I leaned forward, placing my hands lightly on his chest, deliberately squeezing them together to tease him. 'Perfect? That's a bit of an exaggeration.'

'I don't think so.'

I sat back up straight and began to make the slightest of circular movements with my hips. I could feel him respond under me and his expression went from relaxation to interest to surprise to slight concern.

'Wait!' he said urgently. 'I need to be inside you.'

I reached over to the drawer of the bedside cabinet and withdrew a packet, flicking the foil onto the floor and then carefully sheathing him. It was good to finally get my hands on his penis, to feel its hardness, smoothness and strength between my fingers. But he was right, he did need to be inside me. I needed him to be inside me.

I knelt up and guided him into me, savouring controlling those first delicious moments as he slid easily into me. I was so wet I had to control my muscles to resist his entry, but feeling him sliding into me was so fantastic that I wanted to relish every second of him. Once I had taken the length of him into me, the rest was just divine, with me controlling both the depth and frequency of the movements, stretching up to press myself harder onto him. He responded, allowing me to control the pace, feeling him sliding gloriously in and out of me until my reaction became purely instinctive and I flung myself forward onto him as I came, emotions flooding through me as I heard him grunt his own coming, pulsing into me with short, hard strokes before he slid his arms around me and held me close against him.

'Oh sweetheart,' he said.

'Mmmm?'

'Sleepy?'

'Comfortably relaxed.' I stretched out next to him and pulled the quilt over us, leaning contentedly against his shoulder. 'You?'

'Mmmm.'

He had turned and was lying on his front, one knee slightly drawn up. I ran my fingers along the length of his spine and followed it with kisses. I scraped a fingernail down the inside of one thigh and then back up the other, and then targeted the skin directly behind his balls, strafing it gently, backwards and forward, slightly longer movements each time.

He sighed, and murmured, 'That's nice.'

And then I sucked my finger and pressed the wet tip gently onto the hollow of his anus, rubbing it with a circular motion as he moaned with surprise and unexpected pleasure. I pressed a little deeper, still circling, and felt his muscles clench and relax against my finger.

'Jesus,' he muttered, and I could see him clutching the quilt between his fingers. His erection was also increasing and he was making the tiniest of movements, rubbing it against the sheet in time to my circling. I probed a little deeper and he released an anguished sigh, increasing his own pace as I kept up and then increased the pressure. 'Jesus,' he muttered again, this time rubbing himself even harder against the bed.

Part of me was regretting that there was a perfectly good erect penis going to waste, but the rest of me was enjoying the total control I was having over him. I plunged my finger further in and he cried out in ecstatic discomfort, pushing himself back against me as he rubbed himself against the bed. I knew he was close to coming as his pace increased, matching the gentle grunting, and I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his balls, gently squeezing as he rapidly increased his final thrusting, his muscles tensing hard against my finger as he came, finally relaxing as I withdrew it.

'Christ,' he muttered. 'Oh Christ. That was . . .' I crawled up the bed to collapse next to him. 'Christ,' he said again and then flicked a lopsided smile. 'I must be on your side of the bed.'

'Pah! Your mess, you can sleep in it.'

He didn't need to. He curled up against me, his arm around me, his hand resting on my breast, and we fell into a comfortable and totally satisfied sleep.

He padded into the kitchen, comfortable with his nakedness, and stood behind me, pressing himself close. His hands found his way through the opening of my robe so he could caress my breasts.

'Wow, that was something pretty special. But fantastic, as always,' he said, nuzzling my neck.

'You and your date nights,' I muttered as I switched on the kettle. 'Next time, just for once, could YOU be the one that's been stood up?'

He removed his hands while he thought, resting them on my shoulders and then sliding them down my arms, pulling my hands gently behind me.

'Well, we COULD, I suppose,' he began, gripping me a little more tightly by the wrists. 'But no fecker's going to believe THAT, are they?'



One Night



My name is Clare. I am a respectable married woman, I live a respectable married life.

However like everybody I was different in the past, I do not think this is unusual however there are some things that I have done that seem more extreme than any of my friends are willing to admit to. I have never shared the details but am going to do now.

I am 5'7 with dark hair and green eyes. I am a size 12, have 34b boobs and wide hips and bum.

The incident occurred when I was 20 and like all people people that age there was nothing better than spending Friday night on the town with my friends. On this particular night we ended up in the local night club it was full, the night was hot and the drink and the vibe were great. I was wearing a black dress, it was backless so I only had some tape on my boobs and a small black thong below.

Late on, my group of friends had spread all other the dance floor and I found myself dancing alone. I guess I looked like easy prey as i felt behind me a guy approach and start to move in for that weird bump and grind things guys like to do. He was 6' tall dark hair and nice eyes. He looked nice so I decided to dance with him. 

His hands were on my hips as he pressed up behind me. I arched my back so that my ample bum rubbed up against him. The rhythms and the alcohol were having a nice effect on me.

He turned me around and he started to kiss me on the dance floor. We were still moving to the beat and our legs entwined into a bit of a dirty dance. His leg was rubbing against my thong it felt good and after many minutes of great dancing he asked me if I wanted to take a break and get a drink. At the bar he told me his name was Cam and as we chatted I found myself being more and more attracted to him.

As the night was winding down I started to worry as I could no longer see any of my friends. Concerned how I was getting back Cam offered to walk me home. 

Outside I knew what he had in mind but I felt up for one more goodnight snog. As we left the club I became aware of another man tagging along. Cam introduced him as Warren, his friend and said that they would both walk me home and would then crash at his place. Cam slipped is arm round me as we walked. Warren was 5'10, had sandy hair and a little thick set.

The post club beat was still ringing in my ears as Cam pulled me into a shop doorway and started to kiss me I kissed back. I felt his hand rub up the outside of my leg and under my skirt. I opened my eyes and could see Warren waiting not looking but taking the odd peak. 

I pulled away and continued walking. Cam slipped his arm round me but this time kept slipping his hand up to my bum, concerned he was flashing people driving past I kept moving it away but the whole situation was having an effect.

Whilst passing an alleyway he moved towards it and quickly pulled me off the road, there was nothing sinister in the way he did it but he was smooth and I was behind the shops in the darkness before I knew what happened. He pulled me towards him and started to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. I resisted a little at first but with all the build up I decided to go with it a little. 

I looked around and could see Warren further down the alleyway with his back to us, I started to kiss Cam more deeply. He pulled aside my dress and exposed my boob, he giggled at the tape. He bent forward and took my nipple into his mouth and sucked while swirling his tongue around it. As he came back up he quickly ripped off the tape and I gave a yelp of surprise.

This yelp seemed to have an effect on him as he leaned into me more. We stumbled back and I came to a stop leaning against a bin (any class or decorum that remained quickly evaporated). He lifted my leg against him and ran his hand up to grab my ample bum, squeezing my naked bum cheek. I could feel his hardness in his jeans, I reached down and gave it a squeeze. He started to reach in side my thong and at this point I remembered Warren. He had moved closer and was now openly watching us. 

Cam was reaching under my dress and pulling down my thong. Once it was down to my ankles he pushed my shoulders and leaned me back. I was arching my hips out now towards him. He stepped between my lags and unbuttoned his jeans. He took out his cock and started to rub it against my mound, it felt good. Gradually he started to push it between my lips and I started to moan. With a thrust he went inside me, he felt really big, I was sitting on a bin in a dark alleyway shagging someone I just met.

He started to make big thrusts into me, each point hitting against my clitoris. He completely exposed my boobs and started to suck and bite on my nipples. At one point he bit into my shoulder, causing my eyes to water. His thrusting and breathing got faster as he was fucking me really hard. I do not often use that word to describe IT but in this case it is what IT was... fucking.

At this point I remembered again Warren and looked over to see he had taken out his cock and was wanking and watching us. It made me feel filthy but it also began to build an orgasm in me. At that moment Cam groaned and I felt his cock spurt inside me. It felt like he was cumming in buckets. Although nearly there it had not quite hit the mark for me.

He moved off me and stood up. I was in a dazed state. "fuck Clare that was amazing" he said. I started to stand up and move my dress back down below my waist. Cam looked at Warren and laughed. "Clare you do wouldn't mind helping out a mate would you" he said with leery look in his eye. 

I looked over at Warren and I did not fancy what I saw. He was a little on the fat side but I guess with the drink and the situation all inhibition had gone. I guess ultimately it was because Cam had left me high and dry that I nodded.

Warren looked a little unsure but Cam clapped my decision. Cam stepped to wards me and slipped my dress of my shoulders, it fell to the floor. He leaned me forwards over the bin The cold plastic top pressed on my nipples. I heard Warren step behind me and I heard his zip and belt. His hand started to feel my large hips and bum. Very quickly he entered me. My pussy was lubricated by his friends cum.

Warren did not feel as long as Cam but his dick was a lot wider. He started to thrust in and out of me. The wet sounds were not like I had heard before as Warrens dick moved Cam's cum around inside me several burp sounds came from me as he started to thrust into me. Cam laughed.

Very quickly I felt my orgasm build and this time I wasn't disappointed. I started to moan as a spasm ripped through me. My tightening muscles were too much for Warren as he shot inside me. Adding to his friends earlier deposit.

Warren slipped off me and Cam walked over, took me in my arms and kissed me. Suddenly I was aware of being naked in an alleyway and quickly picked up my dress off the floor. I slipped it on but despite a quick look from the three of us I could not find my thong. Walking back up the alleyway a group of youths looked at us laughing. I blushed worried about if they had seen.

We walked the rest of the way home but I was very aware of the cum leaking out of me and running down my legs it was an embarrassed silence from all of us.

I have never told anyone exactly what happened that night. I told my friends that I had hooked up with Cam, but not anything more. Please be kind with your comments... 



One Night



Garrett drove home after a long night's work. The clear sky had clouded over, the fluffy clouds threatening the earth with more snow. As he pulls into his drive he notices a cherry red Dodge Challenger. He smiles and parks next to it. As he walks up to the front door he sees the orange glow of his fire place in the large bay window in the living room. He unlocks the door and enters, hanging his jacket up on its hook and dropping his keys on the table. Warm arms wrap around his waist from behind, her fingertips fanning up his chest. He lifts a hand, kissing the back of it. "Good evening Lin." 

She giggles and squeezes him into a tight hug. He turns and is greeted with a large smile. A small black dress hugs her shapely curves, hanging low enough to show off ample cleavage and cutting short enough to show of most of her athletic legs. Her long dark brown hair hung down her back in waves. Black heels lift her up the extra inches so that her forehead met the level of his mouth. He smiles back at her, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

She takes his hand and leads him to the couch sitting down next to him. Her face takes on a more serious tone, "I wanted to talk to you." 

He leans back against the couch preparing himself for the worst. "Okay, go ahead." 

She purses her lips together as if thinking about how to start. She bites her bottom lip, a nervous habit he had always found endearing. She takes a deep breath for courage and begins, "Garrett, I have known you my entire life. Ever since I can remember you were there. I remember you giving me a lollipop every time my father needed his car worked on. As I got older, I used to ride my bike to your shop and watch you work on the vehicles there. You talked to me about them and taught me how to change tires and give tune ups. As I got older you miraculously found a car that you fixed up for my parents to give to me as a present for getting my license." 

As the memories flowed from her lips the smile reappeared which helped him relax a bit. He took her hand in his and rubbed the back of it with his thumb as she spoke, encouraging her to go on. "I remember you were my first crush." 

A small blush rose up her neck to her cheeks. He had known. Her entire attitude had changed when she came around him during that time. He remembered the little presents she used to leave in his office when she thought she had snuck by him. "After I left for college I missed you. I never really stopped thinking about you. But I figured I would never see you again. I didn't figure you'd be there when I got back. So I moved on. I never forgot how you looked when you smiled. Or how you smelled after a hot summer night after working on the cars. I never forgot how cold your hands always were. I always knew there was something different about you. Then when you showed up here, I thought it was too convenient. I recognized the name of the shop almost immediately and then I met you. I almost bought that man being your father because he looked so much like an older you, but then I shook his hand. He was so warm. You've never been warm. And then I started thinking. If he had actually had you, you would have been growing up at the same time that I would have been and I would have known about you." 

She looks down at their hands and entwines their fingers, the flush in her cheeks deepening. "As I said, I never forgot about you. I never lost those feelings. Don't get me wrong. My life is very happy. I have everything I've ever wanted. Save one thing." She turns her violet blue eyes to his, her tongue flicking out over her lips moistening them. His brow furrows and he tilts his head slightly, not knowing what her plans were. She leans forward and presses her lips to his. 

His eyes go wide and he grabs her shoulders pushing her back slightly. "Lindsey, what is going on?" 

Her eyes slowly blink, her hands start travelling up his thighs. "I just wanted one night with you. One night only and I could live the rest of my life completely happy." 

He moves his hands down her arms and halts her hands as he moves further back into the couch. "Lindsey. You have a husband who loves you very much and two wonderful children. This could very well ruin that." He tries to make his voice as sound as stern as possible. 

She looks at him for a moment and then presses her body against him, nuzzling her lips into the bend of his neck. He lets out a small groan as her teeth scrape against his skin. 

Unconsciously he breathes in her scent, the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon reaching his nostrils. She had paid attention. She knew all of his weaknesses and he was having trouble fighting her off. He tries one last time. "Lindsey, I don't want to screw up your life." 

She stops and sits back, her head slightly tilted down and to the side so that she gave him that look that would get her anything. The look that was no different from the thirty-five year old woman than it was from the seventeen year old girl. The look he had always melted to. 

She leans forward with purpose and presses her lips to his again and this time he doesn't push her away but matches her kiss for hungry kiss. His arms wraps around her waist and pulls her onto his lap so that her body is straddling his. He runs his hands up her back and tangles his fingers in the wealth of her thick hair gently pulling her head back, exposing her throat to him. He kisses her chin and kisses down her neck. Soft sighs escape her lips as he nibbles along her collar bone to the crick of her neck. He unzips the back of her dress letting it fall down her shoulders baring her full breasts. He reaches down and twirls his tongue around one of her taut nipples before he sucks it into his mouth, licking and biting the dark peak. 

She moans and closes her eyes, her hands go to his shoulders for leverage as she leans back giving him better access, her pelvis slowly grinding into his erection. He moves to her other nipple slowly torturing it as he had the other, his hands cupping her firm ass, kneading it against his palms. He groans as she tortures him right back, her body moving as he could have only imagined it would. He licks up the center of her breasts, back to her neck swirling his tongue around her frantic pulse. His fangs begin to lengthen without him realizing it and he accidentally scrapes her flesh. Her body tenses hard and he stops and leans back quickly. "Lindsey I am so sorry...." 

She hushes him with a kiss before he can finish. When she leans back again she is smiling. She rises from his lap and stands before him letting her dress fall to the floor. He drinks in the sight of her body, the way the flames from the fire seem to lick a random pattern of light around her soft tanned skin. She kneels down in front of him between his parted legs and slowly unbuckles his belt pulling it through the loops of his jeans and dropping it to the floor. Her fingers work the button and zipper quickly and she pulls at the waistband to release him. 

She wets her lips again before she swirls that devious tongue around the head of his hardon. He groans and rests his head back against the couch, shivering as her warm breath brushes against him. He takes a deep breath when he feels her lower her head encompassing his length with her lips, taking him deep into her hot mouth and throat. She leaves it there for a moment, flicking her tongue along the underside of his erection before pulling it out completely and looking up at him. 

His hands wrap around the top of her arms and pull her back up on his lap. He grabs her hips and keeps her from resting on him, the game of torture in his favor at the moment as he could easily hold her there all night. She glares at him, daggers in her eyes. He smiles at her and lowers her just enough so that she can feel the tip of him enter her and then lifts her back up. She lets out a feminine growl as he teases her yet again and then her head falls back with a loud moan when he pulls her hips down harshly, firmly implanting himself inside her silken channel. 

He starts a slow rhythm with her hips, pushing her up and pulling her back down on him. Her breaths come out in short gasps as her body becomes accustomed to his size, grateful he started slow. After a few moments, once he feels the tightness give way slightly, he starts pulling her down on his erection harder. Deep down he knew that she was not here to just be with him but also wanted to know what it was like to be with a vampire. 

Her hands find the collar of his shirt and she pulls it apart quickly, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying in all different directions. She presses her body against his, the hard peaks of her breasts sliding up and down his bare chest, creating a friction between them that sent his body ablaze. Everywhere she touched him was like a soft fire licking at his skin and he was right there to cool her off, his ice meeting her fire. 

He takes his time with her, thrusting hard and deep but steady, bringing her to the edge but not quite letting her leap. Her lips meet his again in a deadly passionate kiss, one threatening to consume them both, one that had been saved for a very long time. Such lust she had held for him for almost twenty years now and he wanted to be all she had dreamed of. His thrusts push harder and deeper into her and he feels her muscles around him start clenching him painfully. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels her orgasm hit her so hard the earth shatters around her. She calls his name as her entire body tenses completely. He thrusts into her a few more times before stopping, just to see her body shiver and he waits. 

She looks at him breathless, realizing he was still hard and locked within her body. He stands, wrapping her legs around his waist and carries her downstairs. He lays her on his large bed and slowly dislodges himself from her, ridding himself of the remainder of his clothing. When she starts to sit up he pushes her back down and kneels between her legs, using her knees to pull her center towards his mouth. He runs his tongue over her, lapping at her sweet honey, tasting perfection. She lets out a long moan as he leisurely circles the tip of his tongue around her engorged bud. Her back arches offering more of herself to him. 

His hands run down the length of her legs and lifts them over his shoulders, bringing her even closer for his exploration. Her hands ball into fists gripping the blanket on either side of her head, her moans coming more freely now. He dips his tongue inside her pressing more of her juices into his mouth, her breath catches in her throat. He continues his assault on her little by little becoming more insistant, wanting more of her to flow into him. Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels like she is being lifted so high she might never come back down. Her back arches higher as she screams her orgasm and bursts in his mouth. 

He laps her offering slowly, purposely teasing her, keeping her so very aroused. She looks down at him through half lidded eyes and they widen as she notices his still raging erection. He smirks and lays his body on top of hers, leaning down to kiss her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. 

He positions himself and thrusts into her with a long sure stroke, her moan captured by his mouth. He pins her wrists to the bed beside her head as he continues thrusting himself in and out of her, looking into her eyes the entire time for any sign of her panic. When he finds none he leans down wanting to feel her heat against him, pressing her into the mattress. With her moans coming more frequently and the smell of her, he was having trouble controlling another side of himself. His fangs lengthen in his mouth and he turns his head quickly as she looks at him. 

"Don't Garrett," she whispers between gasps and moans, "Don't hide yourself from me. I know what you are and have accepted it." He feels his body involuntarily slowing down as he listens to her. When he looks back at her he sees she is serious. She lifts her head and gently licks the length of both fangs, careful not to prick her tongue on them, and then kisses him deeply. 

He reciprocates the kiss, releasing his hold on her wrists and starts thrusting inside her slow and steady. With the passion growing between them, fire and ice combining, he feels the urge and buries his face in her hair. She tilts her head exposing her neck more openly to him. He can feel her heart beat in every part of his being as he swirls his tongue over her pulse. He gently scrapes his teeth against her soft skin and this time she doesn't tense. 

"Do it," she whispers, "I want to feel all of you." He grabs her hips to hold her in place and starts thrusting harder. Just as she is about to orgasm again, he sinks his teeth deep into her flesh. She moans loudly as the white hot pain quickly turns into a pleasure she has never felt before rocking her entire being. She wraps her arms around him tightly as she is rocketed to the world beyond. He lets out a loud groan as the mixture of her blood flowing into his veins and the tightness of her forces him over the edge and he releases inside her. 

After a quick moment he licks the wound closed which makes her shiver but does not break the hold she has on him. He rolls with her until he is on his back and she is on top of him and he holds her, waiting for the reaction. She lets out a long sigh making him look up at her with an eyebrow arched. She giggles and blushes. He lifts her chin so that he can see her beautiful eyes. She blinks at him. He smirks and brings her face to his so he can kiss her. She kisses him back running her fingers through his hair. She doesn't say anything when she breaks the kiss, just lays her head on his chest. He waits for a long while but eventually her breathing evens out so he knows she's asleep. 

He tries to stay awake as long as possible, just to be with her like this but the lethargy of the day slowly creeps up on him and he falls asleep. When he wakes the next night, she is not there with him. He rolls over and presses his face into the mattress, breathing deep her scent, then notices a note on his bedside table. He grabs it and opens it. 

The only thing written on the inside are the words "Thank you".



One Night



Somewhere on a warm, rainy night in NYC ...

You walk into the room. You're gorgeous. Flawless. Dripping with sexiness in a black form fitting number. Your form fits perfect in it. My eyes drag across your body, taking you in. Savoring my vision of you... I smile. You grin. Blush. I pass you a glass of chilled Moet. We toast to what will be an amazing night, without saying the words. Your ruby lips welcome the bubbly and I watch you as I do the same. 

We've talked all evening. We know what this is...

I put my glass down. You swallow the rest of yours back. I get behind you; rub your shoulders. Kiss your neck. You lean your head to the side. This is permission to kiss again I take it... I do. This time, let my tongue trail there a second. You smell good. I close my eyes and inhale. When I open them I see your eyes starting back. I'm paralyzed for a second. I step around; admire your lips. I inch closer; glance up at your eyes. You want this. I continue.. Our lips touch. I go deeper. Slowly... Slow cause, I want you to remember every moment of this. My tongue meets yours. You quiver. I moan. There's a sense of tension that dissipates. 

Standing you in front of the bed, I trail my hands across your body. I touch you; my lips still intertwined with yours. I pull your dress up, and we stop kissing for those seconds. I pull your clothing completely off, then, without missing a beat, kiss you again. I move to your neck, sucking lightly. My hands are on your skin now. Damn, so soft. I caress your back, making my way down to your ass. I scoop your full cheeks and squeeze. Fuck. My lips and tongue place passionate kisses across your collarbone and chest. Your bra is off within seconds. My hands caress and hold that booty. I admire your breasts. Eye every circle. Every beauty mark. I can't help but lick your nipple.. I am a breasts lover so, I take my time, pulling and sucking at your brown pearls. They perk up. I suck each and hear you utter 'don't stop'. Stop is not a word that exists right now. 

I lay you back on the bed & unbutton my shirt while looking at those enduring eyes you own. I leave my bra on but my shirts gone. I notice your thong and it becomes the center of my attention. Your knees are bent. I put my hands on them and slide your legs apart to welcome me. I crawl in between your thighs. It's warm there. I kiss your soft lips again. Lick your neck. Cup both titties and suck both nipples. One hand moves down, in between us. I feel in between your pussy lips. You're wet. I move your thong to the side. My thumb and index feel you. You're wetter than I thought. I weaken. That shit is my kryptonite.. I play with your clit as I'm still savoring your nipples. I slide a finger inside you. You bite your lip. Arch your hips towards me. I kiss your lips again. A little harder this time. We kiss like we want it. We do. I pull my fingers out of you and lick each one individually. You watch me. Your eyes, pleased. They want more, though.

I oblige you. I squeeze your thighs as I place myself right in the face of your pussy. I pull your thong down. I close my eyes, burying my face in the crevice of your core. I'm taking ALL of you in. Deeply. Fuck... I lick to taste. Your wetness sits on the tip of my tongue. I'm looking at your wet pretty pussy. I'm licking her. Sticking my tongue in, pulling it out... I put it in, deeper inside you.. Out... In deeeper... I eat. I devour. Your body moves under me involuntarily. You squirm and I hold you. You rub your pussy against my tongue; I match your movements. I feel you tensing up. You're moaning.. You don't know it but I'm on the verge of cuming... I start sucking your bud. She's swollen so she's thick.. I have fun with her.... Making circles. Pulling her in, sucking. I graze my teeth across her and you shiver.. My fingers slip back in. Two this time. They slide with ease cause at this point your pussy is soaked. I fuck you, while I suck your clit. My free fingers tweak one of your nipples. I feel your body gradually intensifying. You're pulling, moaning, grabbing... You tell me you're about to cum... I am too... You grab the shit outta my hair as you lace my face and tongue with your juices. Your body shakes. Shivers. Your pussy is pulsating..like a heartbeat coming down... Your breathing slows. I lick my lips, loving your flavor. I rub your body, as I make my way up to look you in your sexy eyes. I smirk & you reply with a hazy smile. I whisper, "this is just the beginning..." 

... I roll you onto me... Motion for you to come to me. You straddle me and I feel the moist aftermath of your orgasm. I tell you to scoot up as I slide down. I pull you and position you above my face... Tell you to ride me.. I feast on your pussy... then slip my tongue in your other hole. You melt.

...we go all night...



One Night



One Night

The ceiling fan is on. 

"It's hot in here," says JP. 

He's lying on his midnight blue satin sheets fondling his penis through the hole in his boxers. He sighs, gets up, and sits on the edge of the bed. 

Thinking aloud, "What am I doing in my room on a Friday night? It's only nine o' clock! I need to do something. Go somewhere. Meet some people." 

JP gets up to fix himself a cup of coffee. He opens the cabinet and gets the can. Pops the top but there are no grains. 

"At least I got a reason to go out."

He walks out of his apartment to the one across the hall and rings the doorbell.

"Maybe I should put some clothes on," JP says remembering that he's wearing nothing but his underwear while standing at some stranger's door. Before he can think to move, the door opens.

***

In a bubble bath surrounded by soft music and the scent of a Japanese Cherry Blossom candle, Adina rests; relaxing the stress of the day and the days before in a matter of minutes that turn into an hour. She rises out of the tub and towels herself dry. Wrapping the towel around her softened frame, she goes to her room to put on her bra and panties for the night. 

"Who says you need a reason to wear something sexy to bed?" she says to herself as she searches through her options. 

She hears the doorbell ring. 

"Who could that be at this time of night?" 

Adina takes off her towel and puts on her midnight blue silk robe. She goes to the door and looks out the peephole. It's somebody's mouth. She unlocks the door and sees this six foot five inch tall guy in his boxers which so happens to be the same color as her robe. 

***

"I apologize for how I'm dressed or not dressed. I just wanted to know if I could borrow a cup of coffee."

Adina looks at JP like any good woman would and lets him in like any good woman would not. 

"My name is JP. Why haven't I seen you around?" 

Adina opens the cabinet. "I'm a loner. If I'm not at school or work, I'm here relaxing." 

She opens the coffee can and puts a few spoonfuls in a mug. 

"Well, what do you do to relax Miss...?" 

"It's Adina. Maybe I should have said that before welcoming you into my home."

"Well, Adina, what do you do to relax?" 

Adina puts some water in a tea kettle and places it on the stove. "I drink tea, do yoga, and read. You?" 

"I play basketball and don't laugh but I also take bubble baths." 

Adina lets a giggle slip. "Whatever you do in the privacy of your own home is your business. And I can't laugh because I was taking one before I answered the door." 

"So you were getting ready for me? Explains the robe." 

Adina reties her robe and looks up to see JP in her personal space. "I'll have you know that I know karate and can maim you in ten different places." 

"I just wanted to get a better look at you Adina. You smell so good. What is that?" 

"Back up now! It's Japanese Cherry Blossom. You can buy it at your local Bath and Body Works." 

JP laughs. "Adina, if you thought that I was a threat, why would you let me in your home? Why would you let me get this close to you? You can feel my six pack abs. You can feel my chest. You can smell me. I can see the color of your eyes and how wet your mouth is from staring at me."

"Hey! Stop that." Adina says as she moves past him to check on the tea kettle. 

"Why don't you tell me what you see when you look at me," JP gently pushes her up against the wall. 

"I see a very horny guy who I think should take his mug of coffee grains and leave my apartment." 

JP lets out a small chuckle and pushes his pelvis between her legs. "You still playing hard to get Adina? Ooh, I feel something a little wet. Either you just took a bath or you're not wearing any panties." He looks under the robe. 

"You're not even wearing a thong or a bra. I like." JP moves in for a kiss and the kettle goes off.

JP lets Adina tend to the kettle. "I'll take the coffee and go." 

"Hell no! You got to finish what you started." Adina, shocked by her own words, begins to stutter. "I mean, uh, You're very welcome. See you around the apartment complex." 

"Too late Adina. How long has it been?" 

"That is none of your business. Get out of my apartment." 

"Too late Adina. You say you're a loner. And I'm alone too." 

"That has nothing to do with me. You can take a bubble bath and beat your meat to your heart's desire." 

"Adina, from the heart, the mouth speaks. And your body's calling for me." 

Adina stands in front of the dining table in her kitchen. JP gets in front of her and unties her robe. He picks her up and lays her flat on the table. Kisses her mouth and strokes her tongue. He places his fingers at the opening of her vagina. First the index finger pushes inside her hole, then the middle finger. Slowly moving them in and out of her tight, warm vagina. Moving in a circular motion and using his thumb to stimulate the clitoris. Her inner walls start to contract. He pulls his fingers out.

"I think I'd better go." JP gets up only for Adina to jump up hugging his chest.

"Where's your bedroom?" 

"To the left at the end of the hall." 

"Lay back on the table. I'm not finish yet."

Adina lies back on the table obediently and opens her legs as wide as possible only for JP to tease her with his fingers. He kisses her clit and sucks on it while still fingering her pussy. He pulls his fingers out and thrusts his tongue in and out. In and out. Places his fingers back in and goes back to kissing and sucking her clit. Once again, her walls start contracting. JP yanks his fingers out of her vagina pre-orgasm. 

"You low life motherfucker!" Adina says getting up off the table. "I have never been so insulted in my life." 

Adina walks out of the kitchen naked. JP pulls her back to his stomach and bends her over the couch in the living room spreading her legs so he can finger her from the back. 

"I hate you so much right now." Adina says trying not moan, "This time don't stop." 

JP ignores Adina's selfish pleas and continues his work on her pulsing pussy. Repeating the same actions he did on the table. 

"Turn around Adina."

JP positions Adina up on the arm of the couch so he can insert his penis. He pushes in a little and pulls out. Pushes in a little more and pulls out. 

"Oh will you just..." Before Adina can finish her sentence, JP rams it into her. 

"OW!" 

"That's your punishment for rushing. Now let me do this my way." 

JP lifts Adina up onto his pelvis and frog jumps from the living room to the bedroom. Each jump pushing his dick deeper inside of Adina. 

"Oh, slow down. You don't have to jump so fast. I learned my lesson. Ooh! Oh." 

Again, JP ignores Adina's crying pleas. As he gets closer to the bed, he thrusts even harder into her vagina. His pelvis rubbing her clit. Then, he slams her into the bed. Adina's legs go up into the air in the shape of a "V" and she starts to scream. JP is in the zone. He turns her to the right. He turns her to the left. He turns her over and pumps into her walls from the back. 

JP says within himself, "Glad I turned her over that way she can't see me resting up. I'm fucking this pussy tillshe passes out since she wants to cuss me out. I have the power now." 

"You know I can here every word you're saying." Adina starts to grind her ass on his pelvis. "Oh shit, bad idea." 

"Adina, you still won't stop cussing will you? And I just got my second wind." JP stayed in that pussy for what seemed like hours and Adina couldn't take any more. 

"I surrender. I'm sorry for cussing you out and calling you a low life motherfucker." 

"But I haven't come yet Adina. It wouldn't be fair if you got yours and I didn't get mine now would it?" 

"I'll buy you a fleshlight. How's that for compromise?" 

"Ain't nothing like the real thing baby." JP kept punishing Adina's pussy till she came so hard that she squeezed the cum out of JP's dick.

"Yes! I'm free. I'm sore, but I'm free." 

"Come here girl." 

"Keep your fingers and dick to yourself. Now if you want, you can stay the night and leave in the morning." 

"For real?" 

"Yes for real. Good night JP." 

"Good night Adina." 

JP leans in to kiss Adina. She lets him and turns her back to him. He cuddles up behind her. 

"Uh Adina, can my dick stay the night in your pussy and leave in the morning too?"

Adina bursts into laughter. "Sure JP."



One Night



She was reading her book on children. And I was reading the Economist. It is bedtime and we are doing our usual thing. That's how our days end; that is how we go to bed - reading.

But there is always a need to make sure that some part of me is touching some part of her and tonight is no different. Sometimes it is just shoulders touching. At other times it is a head on the shoulder. Occasionally, her tummy is my pillow. Today is was my ankle crossing hers.

Just. For the sake of being in touch.

Sleep came a lot quicker to me tonight that it did on others. Happens. One of those things. But also an unusually high need for comfort. I put the magazine away and shuffling myself lower down the bed, put my arms around her, my face in my bosom.

Silently, sweetly, she turned toward me, propping herself up on her pillows and put her book away. She is like that. My need is always more meaningful for her than anything she might be doing. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. I nosed around in her bosom, making space for myself amongst her soft, dumpling breasts. 

She gently pushed me away to make space and raised her t-shirt, offering me the warmth and softness of her body. I snuggled up to her, growing faintly conscious of her unfurling nipples. But I never noticed anything more for I was fast asleep in the comfort of her arms before I knew it.

She held me like that. For god knows how long. That too, is typical of her. My need for her comfort and the desire not to disturb me more important than what she wanted to do next. Even if she wanted me, in more ways and to do more, she must have let it bubble up and subside. She is like that.

The comfort that I was looking for, the tiredness that I was felt and the way she held me: I slept so well that when I stirred in my sleep in the middle of the night, I was already fresh.

Her breasts were still in my face. I kissed them. Tender as ever. And I began my ministrations. The nipples arose and resumed what I had noticed while drifting asleep. I took them between my lips, gently, not wanting to startle her. I just held her in my mouth and stayed that way till I was able to suckle on her like her baby.

She stirred and was now moving against me, urging me on and pressing herself against me. I fed on her till she wanted to be fed in more ways than just that.

Then I pushed her back and rose on top of her. I took her. It was effortless and smooth, like she had been ready for me all night. She shivered and rose up to meet me. 

We clung to each other as we created a storm that had not existed minutes before. It gathered in crescendo and became a raging need that had to be tamed. The strokes became furious and feverish as we worked each other for release; I for her release and she for mine. 

And when it came the release was simultaneous, together. We grabbed and felt for each other in the throes of our pleasure. Fingers clutching, nails scratching, toes entangling the other's toes and faces caressing.

The calm swept over us in seconds and we were at peace. The film of perspiration blended, like the rest of us that already was an amalgam. I shuddered as I felt waves of aftershocks. My heart was thumping wildly. I rested on her. And my chest was against hers. I could feel the heart within her pound, too. It pounded as if it was searching out my heartbeat against her chest.

We lay like that. Sensing each other and feeling. Feeling other so softly, tenderly and completely seems to happen only in the aftermath of passions.

I do not know when the heartbeats subsided to normal. I do not know when we calmed down completely. I do not know when we separated. I do not know when I slept; or she did.

All I know is she was intertwined with me all night and I felt her, smelt her and sensed her all through. It was like she never left me for a moment and that I had lived inside of her all through that beautiful night.

And so it was a great surprise that when I woke up, there was only I. There was no sign of her. No sign indeed that anyone had been with me at all. 

And just when I started to wonder if it had all been a dream, I spotted the rose she had left for me. Just on the other side of her pillow. Just where I would find it; but only if I looked for her.



One Night



Author's note: while not an account of a single night, this is based on true events with one special woman. All participants are over 18.

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He kissed her gently, barely touching her lips. He had one arm around her waist while the other hand caressed her cheek. He moved slowly, deliberately. His fingers moved past her ear to the nape of her neck. He spread his fingers slightly, and moved to her hair, pushed his way through the thick blonde strands. He loved her hair. The A-line cut she now wore was beautiful. It had been longer, much longer. Nearly two feet of ponytail had been cut. He missed it, but the new look fantastic. She was sexy before but now she was downright hot. Yes, she had a few extra pounds around the middle but it only added to her beauty.

He dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulling her closer. His lips pressed tighter to hers. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in. The tip of her tongue touched his lips. He gently sucked it in, teasing it with his, hinting of things to come. His hands were moving again. One dropped down to her hip and pulled her in. She could feel the hardness starting to build in him. It would have to wait. He would please her first. The other slid across her shoulder, past her neck and down to her chest. Such an overlooked spot, his fingers lightly trailed across her chest, a wonderful light tickle. She shivered and kissed him harder. Tongues feverishly fought to show that each had more passion than the other.

His hand moved sideways, feeling the weight of her full breast. His thumb sought her nipple. He knew where to find it. Still high on her breast, a hard point in the center of a brown areole made even darker by her white skin. Rapidly approaching 40, her breasts sat proud and high. Usually framed in extraordinary collection of bras, they didn't need much support.

He moved his hand from her hip, sliding under her shirt to stop at the small of her back just above her shorts. He paused to rub the sore muscles in her back. She worked hard just trying to make ends meet. That is one of the things he loved about her. She didn't expect a man to take care of her. She was fiercely independent but still allowed him to be part of her life. She was a rare gift and he would do nothing to jeopardize that.

His hand moved farther up to the clasp of her bra. With well trained and practiced fingers he had it open. The other hand felt the weight of her now unrestrained breast, softer and more supple. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger and felt it respond to his touch. She pulled away from him lips only to bite hers. The sensations of his touch were taking over. He grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted. Her arms instinctively rose to allow it's removal. Practiced fingers caught her bra and both were removed together. The sudden chill from the air instantly hardened both nipples. He stepped back to remove his shirt and took in her beauty, the shoulder length blonde hair, the well formed sensuous lips, the hazel eyes with always perfect make-up. The world will say there are more beautiful women but he will always disagree.

She reached for him and pulled his face toward hers. Again their lips met and tongues danced. Soft and gentle were replaced with wanton passion. He laid her on the bed, pulling hard on one nipple while biting the other. Her head tossed side to side with the pleasurable pain. He could never really hurt her. Just enough pain to get her juices flowing. He reached for the button on her denim shorts and quickly dispatched with it. The zipper soon followed. She lifted her ass and he pulled both her shorts and thong over her hips and down her shapely legs. Her shaved pussy was now in view and became the focus of his attention. Drops of moisture have already formed on her lips. He moved up her body, fingers tailing behind along the inside of her calf, her knee, her thigh. He kissed her at the exact moment he touched her most intimate spot. She bit hard on his bottom lip. He didn't care. It had been left swollen before and would again tonight. He bore the marks of passion with pride. His actions cause them and he loves her for it.

His fingers parted her inner lips on the hunt for moisture. They would not be disapointed. He would never dream of touching her clit with dry fingers. His damaged left hand was a secret weapon only a few lucky women had experienced. The bent and twisted fingers could simultaneously touch places that most men could not. Slowly his fingers entered her wet canal and then he started. Working as two small vibrators, one finger pressed against her pelvic bone, the other against the sides of her walls. She bit down on his shoulder drawing a few drops of blood. He took the pain. There would be a bruise tomorrow. He didn't care. He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her nectar and slid them along her folds one touching each side of her clit. Her hips rose to meet his touch. Her well manicured nails digging into him. One hand was behind his ear, nails in his scalp. The other was clawing at his back leaving long scratches across his ribs.

He rolled the hard bud of her clit between his thumb and finger. Her hips bucked of their own accord. Again her teeth found flesh. Her thighs clamped down on his hand but he would not relent. Her nails dug into his back, teeth buried in the flesh above his collar bone. Like a mantis killing her mate, she attacked as she came. Only, she let him live. She would want this again.

Finally she released her grip and collapsed on her back. He teased the center of her chest with one hand while the other stroked her hair. Softly he kissed her cheek. Her body shivered as an aftershock of her orgasm shook her body. She was satisfied yet she wanted more. She needed more. She hopes he gives more. Yes, there would be more. 

He first kissed her neck, then down to her chest. Gentle kisses fell on each nipple before he moved lower. He turned as he moved down her belly. Her hand on his head encouraged him to keep moving downward. He kissed her inner thighs, worked his way ever closer to her center. She moved frantically, longing for more contact. His tongue entered her, spreading her folds. He sucked on her lips, pulled them up away from her body. She reached for him and gently stroked his cock. Only then did he reach full hardness. He focus was only on her. His tongue flicked her clit and again she started to flow. This time it would not be just a little moisture. He was doing what he loved, and he knew how to please her.

He loved going down on her. Her smell, her taste, her sensitivity drove him to satisfy her. While the assault on her clit continued, he again inserted two fingers into her. Two fingers searched, teased, and probed all to give her pleasure. Her attention to him had stopped, a sure sign that she was close. He doubled down on his efforts. He was focused only on her clit. Yes, his fingers were still in her, but he didn't even know if he was moving them. Then it happened. She filled with that sweet nectar and he pulled his fingers. Her juices sprayed across the bed, not once, not twice, but four times. He tried to catch it in his mouth but had limited success. The sheets are soaked. Some had even landed over a foot away.

He stopped. She was ultra sensitive and he knew it. He turned around and stroked her face. She snuggled tightly against him, spent. He had given her great pleasure but has not had a release of his own. He found her so sexy and so beautiful that he would not force the issue. Maybe in an hour, or in the morning, or tomorrow night he would receive his reward. For now he let her sleep, happy with what he had done for her.



One Night



"This isn't going to change anything is it?" I ask her as I feel my heart racing while we sit in the car holding hands. She looks back at me with her beautiful ocean blue eyes. 

"Of course not sweetie, we're just going to try something out, it'll be fun for both of us, just don't do anything embarrassing," she says, with the smile I fell in love. I get out of the car, butterflies in my stomach and go around to open the door for her. Her dark hair falls down to the shoulder straps of a knee high black and white spotted dress with a big black bow sitting just under her breasts. Underneath I know she's wearing the black lingerie I bought for her birthday, which is a surprise because I haven't seen her wear it before. We walk up to the house hand in hand and I knock on the door before turning and giving her a final kiss on the cheek.

"Good evening" he says seductively when he opens the door. He's smiling at her and she's smiling at him. They seem fixated on each other for a moment until I croak out 

"Hi there". He shoots me an irritated glance and invites us in. I notice he's got his hand around the small of her waist as he's showing us through to the bedroom. I reach out to hold her hand but I can't quite catch it. 

"Sit down, make yourself comfortable" he says with his silky voice. His eyes lingering on her breasts. It's only at this point that I stop to actually look at him and I feel ugly, he's taller than I'd imagined him, he's got short curly brown hair and aggressive stubble all over his face. He's smiling at her but his smile makes me nervous. His eyes are lingering on her breasts when he asks, "Can I get you a drink while you undress?" more to her than to me. But still I answer, 

"A water'd be great thanks, haha" I don't know why I laughed, it just came out, but luckily no one seems to be paying me much attention. 

"Can I get a glass of wine?" She asks in a cute squeaky voice and off he goes.

"That was a bit forward" I whisper to her once he's gone. She tuts. 

"He seems nice, it's why we're here isn't it." She holds my hand and kisses my lips quickly. "Now, can you undo my dress." She faces away from me and I unzip her dress and let it slip to the floor. I move round to her front and start to kiss her neck and smell her perfume. Gently one hand fiddles with her bra strap but my nervousness isn't helping and I feel her tensing up so I stop. Suddenly I hear him behind us and I spin around my heart thumping when I hear his voice. 

"You look beautiful." His eyes explore her lustfully. "Here's your wine," He holds the glass out put pulls it away when she reaches for it "but you have to give me something in return." he grins playfully, that grin that makes me nervous. She giggles a little and scurries toward him, taking the wine with one hand while she lays a passionate kiss on his lips. 

"What should I do for my water?" I ask jokingly, but I can't see any. 

"Oh, must've forgotten." he replies "Help yourself from the kitchen." he says absent mindedly before returning her kiss, placing a hand behind her and leaning forward, bending her backwards.

I go for the water. Even his kitchen is intimidating. It's expensive but it's completely bare. I quickly look for something to eat but it seems to be totally empty except for the wine and the glasses. As I walk up the stairs I can hear grunting and moaning from inside the bedroom. I hesitate for a moment outside the door. I could just walk outside and drive away. Then out of nowhere I remember her smile. I remember how she moans when we make love. She loves me too and so I walk in. 

She's on her knees in front of him facing away from me. He's holding a bunch of her hair in his hand, pumping her head quickly up and down. I hear her cough and splutter on his cock. I almost run up and stop him but then I notice her hand furiously writhing around inside her panties. 

She wants this.

I'm so engrossed in watching her I don't realise he's talking to me until the second time he orders, "Take off your clothes, come over here." He says it dispassionately but with authority pointing at the ground next to her. Again I hesitate. I consider walking away and leaving and never coming back. Letting them enjoy themselves, but I get undressed and walk over. I don't feel bad; I feel turned on, I feel like this is what I'm supposed to do. He doesn't ask me to kneel but I do. I stay silent and watch, inky black lines of mascara running down her cheeks, desperate gasping noises coming from her mouth as she goes up and down, she doesn't ever look over at me, her eyes flit hungrily between his cock and his face.

I know it's only been minutes, but it seems like hours when he finally relents and pushes her head away. "I'm going to fuck you from behind, get ready." He orders simply, as he moves around to stand behind her, for a moment I wonder if they even know I'm there, inches away from them, then he looks at me "Kiss her". I lean forwards, my cock hard pressing into the ground. I smell her before I taste her, what was perfume and hair product has become sweat and salt. I kiss her gently on the lips, I can taste his precum mixed with her spit and tears, her tongue slides into my mouth and the taste of him is sharp but addictive. I can feel her coming back to me, back to herself. Then I hear him tearing her panties. She lets out a noise I've never hear her make before and it's happening again. Her head moves away from me and she's doesn't see me anymore.

I hold her hand as her moans get louder and louder and she squeezes it tighter and tighter. "I fucking love this" she grunts between thrusts, at some point he grabs her hair and pulls her head up so she isn't facing me anymore, that's when my free hand reaches down and starts to stroke my cock, gently at first but it doesn't take long until I'm pumping it hard and fast tingling shooting up and down my legs. I cum as she looks through me, grunting his name over and over. It lands on my leg and I clean it up with tissue from the bathroom while they grunt, moan and scream there way through the night. Eventually they stop. He discards her in a heap on the bed, she's just coming back to herself when she smiles at me. 

"I love you" I tell her as I squeeze her breast, laying kisses on her neck. 

"Yea," she agrees "I love you too baby, but... I belong to him now. So do you.".