3 comments/ 56397 views/ 11 favorites Desperation By: PrincessHoney As I stumbled up the stairs of my flat I could still feel his hot lips pressed against mine, his hand firmly rubbing my clit through my trousers… The wine in the club had gone straight to my head, dancing held up close to Danny made me so hot. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pubic bone. I could feel the crotch of my thong getting wet with my own juice as he licked my neck. I so wanted to go back to his place and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, sucking him deep and hard. Bending over and grasping my ankles as he thrust deeply into my waiting pussy. My cum covering his balls as they banged into my ass. If only I didn’t have to work in the morning. I finally got to the door of my flat, thinking about fingering my pussy and making myself cum. I could hear music coming from inside my flat, meaning that my flatmate was home and awake. Damn that meant that I would have to be quiet. I decided to have a quick shower then go to bed and play. The thought of the shower made me realise that I also needed to pee real bad. Being horny often had that effect on me – especially when combined with drinks. I walked towards the bathroom door and found it was locked; from inside the bathroom I could hear the giggles of two people. I realised that my flatmate was enjoying a bath with her boyfriend. Not only was I jealous that she was getting to play but also I realised that I would have to wait to use the toilet. I went to my room and lay on the bed, my clit was still hard and engorged from being played with. I stood up and started to remove my clothes, trying to keep my mind off my full bladder. Concentrating on my hard nipples as they were exposed to the cool air. They looked so full and dark coloured against my pale skin; I bent my head and took one in my mouth, sucking it firmly. This made my pussy get even wetter. I thought about Danny and what he would be doing in his bedroom now, he whispered to me as I left the taxi that he was going to have to wank as soon as he got through the door, thinking of my hard nipples and wet cunt. I could imagine him grasping his hard shaft, mmmm. I began to finger my clit, but the urge to pee was getting stronger. I crossed my legs and hoped my flatmate would finish soon. As I squeezed my legs together I could feel my clit beginning to throb more. The pressure of my muscled thighs was exciting my clit, making it beg to be touched. My cunt was getting wetter and wetter, preparing itself for the finger fucking that it expected. The feel of my own juices meant that I had to squeeze my legs even tighter so I didn’t pee. My bladder was aching to release. The more I crossed my legs the wetter I got. I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to pee now. I looked around my room for anything I could use to pee into. I had recently had a clear out so no cups or tubs remained. It was getting really urgent now; I could feel a small drop of urine mix with my pussy juices. I saw my towel from my morning shower on the floor; I folded this up and put it under my body so it would catch my pee. My legs were crossed so tightly now I could feel my hips straining with the pressure. I was still so horny. The thought of having to wet myself felt so wrong but also so wild. I began to move my hips so my pressure rubbed my clit even more. I could feel my orgasm approaching, I was so hot. I knew that one stroke of my g spot would make me cum, but I also knew the moment I uncrossed my legs I would begin to pee. Not being able to resist no longer I opened my legs and thrust my fingers into my waiting cunt. I thrust them in and as I did I felt my bladder begin to relieve itself, I lay on my bed, finger fucking my own pussy as hot pee streamed down my thighs, over my puckered asshole and on to the waiting towel. Suddenly I felt the wave of orgasm hit me. Cum was shooting out of my contracting cunt and mingled with the urine. I had to stop rubbing myself, as the orgasm was so strong. As my throbbing subsided I lay on my bed, feeling utterly relieved in everyway. It was my first experience of golden showers and my strongest orgasm ever. I thought to myself that it certainly would make the bathroom queue more exciting in the future. Desperation I stepped out of my car into the cool night air and gently shut it behind me. A thrill of excitement ran down my spine, and I shivered slightly. Was it the cold, or was it anticipation of the night ahead? I bit my lip nervously and opened the door. I was always excited, arriving to be used like the fuckslave I am. A week's denial made things worse – I was faced with the slave's dilemma: desperately hoping to cum, yet secretly yearning for Mistress to laugh at my needs, and send me home still wanting. Inside, I stood in Mistress' entryway and stripped methodically, setting my clothes aside in a neat pile. I had put my collar on before leaving home. As my shirt came off, a leather band was revealed around my left bicep. My pants, removed, revealed a pretty blue lacy thong. Those three items were all the outfit I needed. Thus attired, I knelt on a pillow at the foot of her staircase and awaited her pleasure. Tonight, Mistress was apparently as keen as I was. I had only been kneeling a minute or so when I heard the slow, sensual clack-clacking of her high heels on the wooden floor above. She wasn't hurrying, knowing that the sound would be driving me crazy, sending my anticipation into overdrive. She came into view, wearing a hot, hot outfit I had bought her for her birthday. The bustier had a snakeskin look, and showed off her fantastic tits to best advantage. The bottom fastened onto black fishnet stockings, over matching panties. On her feet, my favourite strappy black high heels, and dark, plum coloured toenails. She looked good enough to eat – and I hoped I would shortly be eating her. Slowly, she descended the staircase until her feet were on the step in front of me. "Good evening, slaveboy," she breathed softly. I licked my lips. "Good evening, Mistress. May I worship you, please?" Mistress smiled. I wasn't looking at her face, but I could tell she was smiling. "You may." I leaned downwards, keeping my hands behind my back, and softly kissed the tops of her toes, through her stockings. I kissed each toe once, then tried to suck her big toe into my mouth, as best her shoe would let me. "Mmmm," she purred softly. "Nothing quite beats the sight of a pussy licking slaveboy on his knees." When she had had enough, Mistress leaned down and clipped a leash to my collar. According to one of her newest rules, if I had a leash attached like this, I was not permitted to stand. Without a word she turned, giving me a fantastic view of her amazing ass, and walked up the stairs. I scrambled after her on my knees, ignoring for the moment the fact that they hurt on the hard wooden surface of the staircase and floor. If I didn't keep up, Mistress would be able to hurt me far worse. A short walk later we arrived in her living room – the rug underfoot was welcome! – and she unclipped the leash. I was required to stand, with my hands on my head. In that position, my arousal and excitement were obvious – my cock was sticking straight out through the panties, which had acquired a large wet spot. Hard-ons without permission were not forbidden, exactly, but Mistress liked to humiliate me anyway. Walking towards me, she picked up a crop and used the end of it to push my cock to and fro, still inside the panties. "What is this, slaveboy?" she asked. "It's your cock, Mistress," I responded softly. "My cock?" "Yes Mistress. It is your cock. You own it. I just carry it for you." This was an old formula, one we had repeated many times. But it made my cheeks burn to acknowledge that she owned my cock ... and she loved hearing me admit it. "And why is it hard, slaveboy? Do you think it will be allowed to cum tonight?" I smiled ruefully. "It is hard because you are beautiful and exciting, Mistress. And it hopes to cum tonight ... if that is what you choose." She giggled softly. "Pathetic, aren't you, slaveboy? You haven't cum for a week, and yet if I send you home tonight without one, you won't even wank off in the shower. A true man would have just thrown me down and fucked me by now. But you're not really a man, are you, slaveboy?" The red of my face just got worse. "No, Mistress." "What are you?" "I am your slavewhore, Mistress." She was still laughing at me. "Correct, slavewhore. Now lay down on your back for me. You might not be much of a man, but your tongue sure does the job." I lay down on my back, legs together. Mistress leaned down to pull my panties down to my knees, then stood over me, her feet either side of my head. From that position I had the most amazing view as she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs. The panties came to a rest on my face, the scent of her pussy overpowering, intoxicating. She left the panties on my face as she stepped out of them, first one leg, then the other. Finally she used the tip of her toe to flick the panties off my face, and I got a clear view upwards to her perfect shaved pussy. It glistened in the soft light. Yum. Mistress turned around. Her feet were still either side of my head, but she was now facing my feet, and my cock. In that position she knelt, poising her asshole just above my nose. "What do you want, pussyboy?" "I want to eat you, Mistress! I want to eat your pussy and lick your ass!" With a low, throaty laugh she settled back onto my face, her asshole right over my tongue, her cheeks cutting off my air. "Grab my legs and hold them," she commanded. Damn! No quick strokes on my cock while I ate her. Darting my tongue out, I began worshipping her asshole, driving my tongue in deep, loving the taste, loving the sheer nastiness of having my tongue buried in her ass. When she had had enough, Mistress leaned forward, laying atop me, and worked her hips backwards until her pussy was lined up just so on my face. In this position, my tongue was licking her clit, and my nose was pressing up into her pussy. The scent was overwhelming, and I loved every bit of it. Mistress is not as tall as I am. No, wait. Mistress is the perfect size – but I am too tall. Consequently, when her pussy was in the perfect position on my face, my cock was just – and only just – out of reach of her mouth. No sixty-nining for this slave. Every now and then, however, Mistress would raise herself up on her elbows and knees and lean forwards, pulling her pussy away from me, and putting my cock within range. The first time, she paused in that position and licked the head of my cock all over for a few moments, light feathery licks which she knew would drive me wild. The second time, she took my cock deep into her mouth and sucked hard. The third, she barely breathed on my cock. I never knew when my cock was going to receive attention, or what the attention was going to be. And in between, of course, my all five of my senses were completely occupied by Mistress' pussy. The whole scene was one incredible tease ... I could feel my cock bobbing uselessly as I ate Mistress, desperately hoping for contact with someone or something. After a while, the teasing on my cock became less frequent, and Mistress began grinding her pussy onto my face with more abandon. Her soft, near-continuous moaning told me she was enjoying herself, and getting closer and closer to the moment of orgasm. Her hips began to buck ... she was fucking my face now, not just riding it. I ignored the soreness in my jaws and attacked her with my tongue. Closer. So close. Right on the edge. Now! Mistress stiffened, her legs almost crushing my head, and let out a low moan which rose in pitch almost to a squeal. "Fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!" She rode the orgasm then slumped down on my body, her sopping pussy still over my face as she recovered. I gave soft, long licks, staying away from her over-sensitive clit, just enjoying the knowledge that I had been able to give my owner such pleasure. It is one of the best feelings a slave can get. Eventually Mistress gave my cock one last kiss then began crawling off me, moving her body down mine ... my cock twitched as it brushed her chin. As she moved, I slid between her breasts, along her stomach, touching the wetness of her pussy for one single moment, then she was gone. Much more of this and I was going to go insane. Still breathing heavily, Mistress sat on the couch, her body naked, her legs splayed. She unclipped the straps on her shoes and dangled one seductively from her toes, letting the other fall to the ground. "Sit up, and spread your legs wide," she commanded. I did so, and licked my lips at the sight before me ... my Mistress, still in her lingerie, with that slightly disheveled just-cum look about her. She was so fucking hot. Her fingers played near her pussy, stroking the skin of her inner thighs. "Now, slaveboy," she said softly, "you know what I want to see. Masturbate for me." This was a favourite game for Mistress. She loved to watch me masturbating, and she loved even more knowing that she could prolong the game for as long as she wanted ... that I would stroke and play but not cum except on her command. I was not allowed to close my eyes, and had to keep my gaze on her while I stroked myself. My masturbation was for her benefit, not mine, and it had to be bound up in adoration of her. Fortunately, adoring her was easy. I held the base of my cock with my left hand, and gripped my shaft with the fingertips of the right, slowly stroking up and down, enjoying the heightened arousal, but keeping it well and truly under control. I varied the speed, now faster, now slower, my glazed gaze wandering over the form of my Mistress. I spaced out somewhere along the line there, floating in an erotic haze just short of orgasm. Fuck I wanted to cum. Fuck I wanted to be denied. Fuck I was having fun. Mistress leaned forward slightly, using her toes to push her shoe towards me. "Do you want to cum, slaveboy?" What a ridiculous question. "Yes, Mistress!" "How much?" "So much Ma'am! Please! Please?" Apparently my whimpering was amusing to her. "You may cum, slaveboy," she said. "I want you to cum into my shoe. Coat the insole with your cum." Yes! I grabbed the shoe and set it in front of my cock, then began stroking again. Slightly more contact. Slightly more pace. The strokes weren't that different, but my slavemind knew I had permission to cum now. The cum was boiling in my balls as I kept my pace even, feeling it rise and enjoy my imminent orgasm. "Hurry up, sissy, before I change my mind!" That was enough. She knew it would be. With a long, low groan I stroked myself over the top and cum spurted from my long-denied cock. I kept stroking as the second wave of orgasm hit me. Every part of me from my toes to my cock to my temples was throbbing ... and a week's worth of cum coated the inside of Mistress' shoe, running down the curve and pooling right where the ball of her foot would rest. Mistress was smiling broadly. I knew she'd enjoyed the show. "Now, slave, you know what you need to do. Quickly, before my shoe gets all sticky." I lifted her shoe to my lips and tipped back my head. I still didn't like the taste of my cum, but the nastiness of doing this at her command overcame my revulsion. The pooled cum flowed over my lips and I swallowed it down, then began licking at the sole of her shoe to clear up the remnants. It would still be sticky, of course, but I did my best. Mistress laughed, telling me how pathetic I was to be licking my own cum from her shoe. She was right, but at that point I was in too much post-orgasmic bliss even to feel humiliated. When I was done, she had me replace her shoes on her feet ... so hot, knowing her perfect foot was resting where my tongue and my cum had just been ... and she stood, ruffling my hair like I was no more than a pet. "Good boy," she said. "Stay here and wait for me. The night is still young." Desperation The tongue flicked against her sensitive clit. She shuddered and strained against the woven cords binding her, screaming in pleasure. She still wasn't sure how he'd managed to slip the fabric cuffs on her while she slept, without waking her. The first thing she experienced as she woke was his lips on her nipple. The slight jolt as his teeth plucked at her hardening skin warred with the pressure in her bladder. She tried to reach down to push him away only to discover his nefarious scheme. She told him her need and he ignored her, sucking heavily on her breast, taking her areola and nipple fully into his mouth before letting it drag between his teeth as he let go. She wriggled and writhed in an attempt to avoid his mouth. She pleaded and begged to no avail. He brought a hand up and began to pinch and lightly twist her other nipple. Slowly she realized her helplessness added to the warmth warring with the her bladder. He leaned across her, his weight pressing against her, hampering her struggles further. Now she resisted more from the desire to prolong the situation. When her leg shifted she could feel the bulge of his excitement. She threw her body back and forth, his leg shifted in response covering her legs. She was rewarded for her failed efforts by his lust growing as it pressed against her bare thigh. His head leaned forward. He began to tease her other nipple with his tongue as his hand reached for the abandoned one. She moaned. Each flick, each pinch, each nip sent a fresh shudder of excitement racing through her. She was strangely aware that the pressure from her bladder had been replaced by a more powerful pressure still growing in her groin. His vagrant hand slid slowly down her side adding a ticklish trail to the cornucopia of sensations flowing to her still-groggy brain. Of its own accord her body tried to escape the new torture. Even as he held her more firmly his hand traced down to her hip changing course to slide skillfully between her legs. She cried out as his finger passed across her sensitive lust to slide through her crease and deep within. He continued to work her nipples as he slowly but firmly brought his finger back out and forward to her clitoris once more. The finger circled her, drawing it further out before sliding his hand back within. Sensation arced from her nipples to her groin and back to her head. Now fully awake, her wrists strained against the restraints. Rather than attempting to escape, her body was driving her towards him. Out his finger came, this time well lubricated, to circle her exploding nerves once before retreating inside her. Out, around and in, still maintaining a slow tempo as he pressed against her muscles and nerves. She was in heaven and hell as the tempo brought her close without allowing her release. He was intentionally keeping it from her, years of practice guiding his speed. The pressure had consumed her loins and was warring with the electricity stabbing out from his ministrations. He had tormented her before but never this badly or while she was so helpless. His teeth and fingers tugged at nipples while his finger dragged over every overstimulated nerve between her legs. She could barely catch her breath through her moans. The pressure suddenly pushed aside all sensation. Her body tensed with the need to explode. She gasped as sensation returned. He leaned back, now sitting on her legs. "Please" she barely managed to gasp. He nodded, smiling wickedly. She would get him back for this. Once he was done and inside her she would drain every last bit of him. He would soon understand her current need to finish. His hands gripped her thighs, sending a fresh jolt of excitement coursing through her, pushing back the pressure once more. She quivered with anticipation as he spread her legs and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out to lightly brush against her, the light contact hitting her like a tazer. Every muscle spasmed, but he was far from done. His arms tightened around her hips. He pushed head firmly forward and began to lap and press against every crevice and bulge. An inferno spread instantly throughout her body, pushing her paralysis before it. His hands held her body while the straps kept her arms from motion. She was screaming in ecstasy. Her body writhed against his control. This was a high she had never experienced as her body loosed all tension at once. He pressed and cajoled her to greater heights. She couldn't feel him, couldn't feel anything but the torture of pleasures so extreme she knew no words for it. All thoughts of revenge flew from her mind as he showed her the beauty of her own power before the world turned white. Desperation Katie hated Valentine's Day. Every part of the celebration made her throw up in her mouth. The moment Christmas was over stores would be taken over by pink and red crap. The idea that as children you were expected to dish out little paper valentines to all your classmates was ridiculous. As adults it was expected you either embraced the holiday with your one true love, or you hid for those twenty-four hours, embarrassed that you were that poor person that everyone felt pity towards. You were a single woman on Valentine's Day. When she was first asked she had said yes. Then she had withdrawn her eagerness, realizing of course that "next Monday night" was her boss's way of saying "Valentine's Day." It was because of her rising debt that she then said yes, again. It had been a cold, snowy February. Her feet slid through the slush. She wished now that she had not sold her car but finances were tight and luxuries were minimal. Her boots were three inches with thick heels. It was all part of the outfit and what an outfit it was. The petite blonde had on black leather knee high boots. Under those was the most delicate black lace stockings held up by a black garter. The dress was a deep garnet, velvet in material that hugged all her curves. She had on a red wool coat whose hemline was perfect. It fell just below her dress hem, indicating to lookers that she might not be wearing a dress underneath. It was just above the edge of her boots so as to reveal the scalloped pattern of her leggings. Her lingerie was expensive and made her outfit even more enticing. Her panties were high cut, pink, with lace around the edges. The bottoms hugged her cute round ass and there was a bow just below the small of her back. There was no tramp stamp there and never would be. Katie was not one of those girls. Her bra was delicious, holding in her large firm breasts. She had always been well endowed and was happy that she could put her assets to use. Her bra was pink sheer lace with her nipples visible. The cold had made them hard as rock. She looked down at her phone and confirmed that she was standing in front of the correct house. It was a large two storey, with brown brick and a double front door. She walked up the steps. The door opened before she had a chance to knock. "Hello. You must be Katie. Come in." The voice was soft and pleasant. It came from a very tall man who was in a gray and black business suit. He seized the door with one hand while the other stroked her shoulder. Katie stepped in. "Yes I am." Katie could not take her eyes off this man. In the few moments she stood there staring at him her mind was racing with many thoughts. She wondered what type of person would hire her. She wondered if he was married or dating someone who was not interested in what she was being requested to do. She wondered about the fact that her heart was racing as she reacted to his tall strong body. For a normal woman this would be expected, but for Katie, who had conditioned herself to no longer react to another man, this was unexpected. "I'll take your jacket." Aaron gripped her shoulders and removed her wool jacket. He took a sharp breath as he saw the red dress. He couldn't keep his eyes off her cleavage. He must have been standing there for an awkward moment because she then spoke. "This is a beautiful home," Katie stated, walking towards the floor to ceiling windows. "Thanks," Aaron stuttered. He shook his head to concentrate, looking away from her long enough to lock the door and hang up her jacket. "Red or white?" Aaron had made his way to the kitchen and was holding up two bottles of wine. "White please," Katie whispered. He was looking nervous, which didn't help Katie's nerves. She was the professional and needed to remind herself of her rules. "In case you're wondering I've never done this before." Aaron kissed the back of her neck as he pressed himself against her and handed her the glass of wine. Katie smiled. The pressure against her back felt so comfortable, so normal. "I wasn't going to judge---." Katie didn't have time to finish her sentence. He grabbed her hand and led her to the white couch. Sitting down he glanced up at her sweet face. He was so tall that his knees were almost up to his chest. "Undress and do what you do best," Aaron blurted out as he unzipped his pants, his swollen member flopping out. Katie bit her lip hard as she reacted to his harsh words. She had been called many names but his tone of voice hurt more then words. She looked into his eyes, trying to figure out whether he had been putting on a façade to make her feel at ease before demanding a blow job or whether he assumed that was what she wanted to hear. His face was without emotion and that hurt her even more. She glanced down and saw that his cock was hardening, the tip glistening with precum. "I can't." Katie regretted those words the moment they left her mouth. She was going to lose her job over this. There were rules to follow and her contract confirmed that whatever the client wanted he got. There were no refusals. Her profile had stated that she was addicted to lingerie and enjoyed using her body to help clients achieve happiness. She looked down at the ground and then his eyes. Katie felt the hot salty tears drip down her face. She turned away. Her body trembled. She closed her eyes, causing more tears to spill down her face. "Wait. Fuck. Damn it." Aaron stood up and turned her to face him. His hands held her face and he leaned down. She expected him to kiss her but instead he rested his forehead on hers. "I'm an asshole. Can I try that again?" Aaron whispered. His thumbs were rubbing her tears away. Katie nodded as he stepped back to sit on the couch, pulling her on top of him. "I'm fucking nervous. You're not supposed to be cute and gorgeous. You're supposed to be some random girl that I can fuck and forget about, right?" "What?" Katie's face was puzzled but she was having difficulty concentrating. Part of her was ready to break down and the other part was feeling so comfortable in his lap. "It's Valentine's Day. I'm forty-two years old. I'm single. I've been single the last ten years on this day. I fucking hate this day. I thought if I had a date it wouldn't feel so miserable." Aaron took a deep breath and continued. Katie was still in his lap but was purring as his hands rubbed her back in small circles. "You're not the type of girl I expected. You look like the type of girl I'd try to pick up at a bar but find out you were married or something. You're the type of girl I'd want to date, not fuck and pay two hundred dollars." "I'm not supposed to like you either," Katie blurted out then kissed him hard. She pressed against him and gyrated her hips in small circles. Aaron reacted by unbuttoning his pants. His cock was swollen again and needed release. His hands slid up her back. Finding the top of her dress zipper. He unzipped her and caressed her shoulders as he pulled the dress down to her waist. He motioned for her to stand up, which she did. Katie let him undress her. She stood up and felt her velvet dress slide down her smooth legs. He removed her boots then kicked them both to the side. "You're really tall," Katie giggled as she tilted her head up to look into his deep blue eyes. "No. You're just a shorty," Aaron smirked. He leaned down and captured her pouty bottom lip in his firm warm lips and sucked. Katie closed her eyes and melted against him. She gasped as he ran his strong hands down her back and then lifted her up into his arms. "Now you're the right height." Aaron laughed and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He took careful strides, the whole time his eyes never left her face. He placed her on his queen size bed and stepped back. Katie ran her hands along her body, fingering her lace panties then moving further up to squeeze her breasts. Aaron leaned back against the dresser, trying to control himself. Of course he couldn't. She was in stockings and a garter, lace bra and panties. Her whole body radiated with sexiness and he saw in her eyes they both wanted the same thing. "Well? You going to undress so I can give you a foot job?" Katie grinned as she began to knead her feet, paying special attention to her high arches. Aaron couldn't control himself anymore. He yanked off his shirt and undid his pants. He was acting like a horny teenager but he didn't care. Once naked he sat on the bed and pulled her feet against his cock. He held her small feet in his large hands and began to rub them up and down his cock. He grinned as she wiggled her toes, leaning back and watching. "You keep doing that and I'm gone to blow my load," Aaron wanted to slow down to make this last but instead he sped up. "I bet I could make you hard again." Aaron groaned at the challenge and jerked his cock between her feet. The stocking material was the perfect combination of rough and soft. The softness suggested to him how her pussy would feel. The roughness kept him on edge. He grunted and took a deep breath, feeling his balls contract. He sat up just in time to aim his cock against her toes. She held her feet together as splashes of cum landed against the black stockings. They both watched the contrast of his light colored semen and her dark stockings. "Fuck. I think it's good that no other girlfriend of mine ever gave me a foot job. I'm addicted." Katie flipped around and kissed him, undoing her bra and then fondling her breasts. Their kisses were soft and romantic and soon his cock was throbbing again. Aaron pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. She was perfect. He forgot in that moment that he was paying her for this escapade. This was what was missing from his life. He leaned down and nibbled on her soft skin between her breasts. She whimpered. He moved lowered, each time enticing a louder, more urgent moan. He wanted to remove her panties but at the same time wanted them against his skin. He moved the thin material away from her pussy and licked. Katie had closed her eyes and was bucking her hips up and down in rhythm to his licks. She had bent her knees and moaned as he rubbed her legs. She was soaking. She felt it each time he licked up her juices. She could always feel good when a guy was paying attention to her pussy but she was able to control herself from cumming. Aaron was pushing her to orgasm and she couldn't stop it. "Aaron. Please." Aaron heard Katie's pleas but did nothing to stop what he was doing. He knew that she never had an orgasm during sex. He didn't know how he knew that but wanted nothing more than to feel her quiver against his tongue. It didn't take long before her cries were muffled as she clamped her legs tight around his head. Wave after wave of pleasure soared through her body until she relaxed. She opened her eyes when he pushed inside her. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing against her lips. "Can we pretend I seduced you at a bar or something? Instead of what really happened?" Aaron bit his lip. "I think you're forgiven for your earlier comment," Katie smiled and wrapped her arms tight around his body. They moved in unison. Her panties rubbed against the base of his cock. He loved it. His firm grip on her shoulders felt comforting. When she came for the second time he pushed deep inside, loving the feel of her pussy contracting against his cock. He was so close to cumming when he pulled out and flipped her over. He leaned down and kissed the small of her back. Aaron then smacked her hard before pushing inside her again. His hands massaged her hips and he watched as she arched her back. Just as he was about to cum he pulled out, soaking her cute pink panties with more of his semen. She wiggled her butt in excitement then lay flat on her stomach, head turned to her side. He fell beside her and looked into her eyes. "This is awkward," Aaron stated. "Not really. You wanted a sexy woman who looked amazing in lingerie. You got her," Katie stated matter of fact. "No. I wanted to pretend I wasn't single on the most annoying day of the year." "You hate Valentine's Day too?" Katie sat up; shocked that someone else had the same thoughts. "It's a commercial enterprise meant to make single people feel inferior. It's like you have to have a date or you should just hide." Katie bit her bottom lip. Aaron's revelation was making things even harder to deal with now. She knew what she wanted and could guess what he wanted but the tiny risk of rejection was making her apprehensive. "Stay the night. I'll pay whatever if that's the issue. Heck I'll pay nothing if that's the issue too. I want to take you out on a real date but not on Valentine's Day." Katie burst out laughing. "How the hell did you read my mind?" *** Aaron and Katie did go out on a date the next day, a breakfast date to be exact. It was romantic and everything a first date should be. When their friends asked how they met they explained that Valentine's Day brought them together. It was their own little secret they shared that it wasn't the lovey-dovey romance of the day that helped, but more the cynical hopelessness of a young woman with financial troubles and an older man with too much money and a desire for a night with someone special that brought them together. Desperation "Please John?" Carly begged as she looked over her shoulder. The desperate tone in her voice only made his rock hard dick throb more and he pressed it teasingly against her firm little ass. "What do you want, Baby?" he demanded. His strong hands where holding her hips and he pulled her back against him. Moving slowly he spread the fluid dotting the tip of his cock over her already swollen clit. His action pulled a desperate moan from deep inside her and she balled the sheet in her fists as her need overcame her. "Oh, god, please John!" she groaned even more desperate than before. "Please fuck me. Please? I need you inside me. I need you so bad." Grabbing his dick in his hand he positioned himself at her entrance. "I'll fuck you, Baby," he promised as he rubbed himself over her lips. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream my name until you are hoarse." He hardly ever made her beg like this, but when he did it drove them both crazy and so when he finally thrust himself inside her they both screamed with the released tension. "Fuck," he breathed trying to keep control as he slid into her tight warm pussy. He was so close to losing his mind; so close to losing control and just ramming himself into her deep and strong and without any thought other than the pleasure of his result. How had they gotten here? The situation had happened spontaneously and he was in no shape to analyze how it had happened, all he knew was that fifteen minutes ago he had been sitting on the couch reading. *** "Lift your feet please," Carly asked. John raised his legs off of the coffee table and lifted his eyes from the magazine he was skimming. Carly's round little ass was directly in front of him encased in a pair of perfectly fitted shorts, her current position making them ride up just a bit more than she probably realized. She was holding his crossed ankles in her hand as she swiped a dust rag over the table. She lowered his legs and started to move away but tossing aside the magazine John's hands quickly cupped her hips and held her still. "What are you doing, Babe?" he purred. He didn't move his hands from their hold around her sides but his thumbs traced the soft slip of ass that peeked at him from beneath her shorts. "Housework," she answered with a dark chuckle. She wiggled her hips and mimed dusting. The sight of her hips swaying beneath his hand sent every ounce of available blood directly to his waist and he shifted to accommodate his suddenly engorged cock. Growling with hunger John pulled her into his lap. "I can think of something that needs to be polished," he suggested pressing his hips up into her. Carly turned making sure to apply plenty of pressure to his lap as she did so. "I'm awfully busy, John," she objected but her smile betrayed her interest. "It would have to be worth my time." Sliding his hand into her hair he made a fist and pulled her head down until her lips met his. "I guarantee it will be worth your time." "I don't know," she said wiggling over him as she tried to get up. John hissed at the way her ass grinding against him made him think about getting out of his pants. Carly saw his eyes darken and knew how she was affecting him. "I wanted to get this housework done, John." Her fingers played with the short hair at the back of his neck and he shivered. "I would really have to want it to stop what I'm doing," she added. John grunted and pushed her down on her back. He shifted and stretched himself across the couch so she was trapped beneath him. The look in her eyes caused him to stop and she grinned when she saw he understood. "Can you make me want it?" she purred. "I'll have you begging for it, Baby," he promised. He sat up and jerked her up with him pulling her t-shirt over her head. She gave a startled gasp at his quick movement but she didn't object. His fingers expertly released her bra and he tossed the silky garment away. Shoving her back down to the couch he used both hands and squeezed one heavy, perfect breast in each. His thumbs scraped across her nipples simultaneously and he applied just enough pressure to make her grow wet between her legs. "I am going to have you begging to be fucked, Babe," he warned her. "I'll take that as a challenge," she taunted. Chuckling at the game John crushed his mouth to hers. She kissed him back with obvious approval for his aggression and he immediately demanded a deeper kiss. Carly moaned and parted her lips inviting him in. Their tongues danced and John's movements became more and more demanding. His aggression made her head spin and she gasped for breath and stability as he pulled his lips from her mouth and began moving them down her body. "So perfect," he groaned as his mouth reached her breasts. Still holding her left in his strong, hand he ran his fingers over her skin circling the dark ring before flicking the nipple. Cupping her right tit so that it bulged invitingly in his hand he slowly sucked it into his hot mouth. Her whispered exclamations let him know she enjoyed the way his tongue lapped at her and he teased her mercilessly. The opposite nipple was hard and raised beneath his thumb and he shifted his mouth to the other side. He sucked hard and then released the pressure so he could bite gently on the pink nub. "Shit!" Carly gasped in reaction and her hips bucked automatically. Smiling around his mouthful of tit John sucked again. He could do this all day but the way she had moved let him know she was already growing ready for him. Giving her right breast another hard kneading he let go and moved his fingers to her shorts. They were too tight to reach her so he cupped his hand over her mound and rubbed letting the heel of his palm press firmly against her swollen clit. She whimpered and he switched his mouth to her other breast. "Get them off!" he ordered before he sucked her nipple back into his mouth. He lapped at her tit hungrily and Carly's hands moved quickly to comply with his order. When she had loosened her button and unzipped the shorts he pulled them down her legs taking the soaking wet underwear with them. Tossing the last of her clothes over his shoulder he put both strong hands back on her tits and squeezed them together. "You have perfect titties, Baby," he told her as he dropped kisses across the each swell of soft flesh. "But they are nothing," he said as his hands dropped slowly to trace a trail over her flat stomach and down to the short soft hair between her legs, "Compared to your delicious pussy." His fingers ghosted over her clit and then drifted with barely a touch across the lips beginning to swell in response to the blood collecting below her waist. "Are you ready to be fucked yet, Baby?" he asked. "Is that the best you've got?" she teased, "Because I'm still thinking about cleaning the kitchen." The challenge in her eyes made his already full erection twitch against the jeans that were constricting him. Resisting the urge to touch himself or thrust his dick into her mouth he focused on her dare. "Not for long," he promised. She sighed as he gently licked her clit and her legs automatically widened to allow him access. He loved the way she tasted and smelled and he set to work with eagerness. His hands pushed her thighs even further apart and his tongue traced the edges of her entrance. Her breathing was shallow and he knew despite her act she was craving what he was about to do. He sucked first one lip and then the other into his mouth before he moved up to pull her throbbing clit completely into his mouth. Her fingers pulled at his hair as she reacted to the pleasure and he twirled his tongue around the hard nub of nerves before he released her. She glistened with wetness and he lapped up what was outside her before he thrust his tongue deep into her. Carly growled in approval as he used his tongue to fuck her. He slid inside as deep as he could go and then curled up to drag the tip of his tongue along her walls as he pulled out. He could feel her tightening around him and knew she wouldn't last long. Her little act of defiance had turned her on more than she would ever admit. He pulled out and sucked her clit back into his mouth in a hard quick movement. She whispered his name over and over, "John, John, John," as her orgasm carried her away. He kept his head between her legs as she rode out the pleasure kissing her with soft gentle strokes. When it was over she started to rise and he pushed her back down on the couch. "You aren't going anywhere," he growled as his hands gripped her hips. Holding her still he thrust his tongue back inside her and lapped up the excess fluid her release had provided. After only the briefest of pauses she began to respond to him again. John rubbed his finger over her swollen pussy and then slipped it into his mouth until it glistened with wetness. He once again teased her clit licking and flicking it until she moved her hips silently asking for more. Making sure his fingers were moistened he sucked her clit into his mouth. Carly moaned in enjoyment and then gasped as his finger slid into her tight ass. Raising up he moved to her and his eyes met hers as he gently moved in and out of her hole. "I should stick my dick in there, Babe," he taunted. "It's so tight." She didn't answer but she did kiss him hard as he crushed his mouth to hers. Sucking her lower lip into his mouth he bit down, his strong white teeth gleaming behind the smile he wore as he did it. She moaned again and pressed herself more firmly against his hand. "Dirty girl," he purred into her ear his breath sending shivers down her spine as it brushed across her hot skin. "You like this don't you?" "Yes," she gasped in a breathy admission. John kissed her again and then moved lower to suck again on her ample breast. His attentions were driving her crazy and the sounds she made were stoking his lust to nearly unbearable heat. He lifted his body and growled in her ear. "I'm going to make you come again, Babe and I'm not even out of my pants yet. But when they come off I am going to fuck you so good." He moved back down her body taking his time to kiss every inch as he passed. Carly writhed under his hand as his thumb rubbed her clit and his fingers moved inside her. Shifting into position without removing his hand from her he clamped his mouth over her clit. It didn't take long after only a few coordinated thrusts and some demanding pressure from his mouth she came apart again. He chuckled as he gently pulled his hand out of her. "That's two," he said kissing her still quivering center. He stood over her and had to smirk at the satisfaction on her face. "Your body is so good," he told her as he pulled off his shirt. Carly's eyes gleamed at the sight of his chiseled abs and defined pecs and she sat up. Her fingers traced the lines of definition on his body as he worked his pants loose. When he pushed his pants off his hips he took the underwear with them and his cock sprang forward. Carly moaned in appreciation. "You like my body, don't you Babe?" he asked. Nodding but silent she leaned forward and kissed him; the soft hair around his manhood tickled her chin as she pressed her lips to him and she rubbed herself over him from side to side enjoying the feeling. John bit his lip hard in an effort to back away from the release he felt coming. He had made promises and he was going to come through. "Yeah," he purred wrapping his fingers in her hair. "I know you like it. I know everything you like, Baby." He pulled gently on her hair and tilted her face up to him. "You like it when I do this," he said bending to kiss her possessively. Carly moaned and nodded. "You like it when I do this," he added squeezing her breast and tweaking the nipple between his thumb and finger. Carly whimpered again and he smiled at the way she was allowing him to control the situation. This game had started without planning and he loved that she just indulged him. "You love my body. You love sucking my cock, don't you?" "More than anything," Carly agreed. John's hands held her head gently in position and he pushed his throbbing dick into her waiting mouth. She was eager for him, sucking encouragingly as he slid inside. "Holy fuck, Babe," he gasped as her actions nearly sent him over the edge. She could give the most amazing head and he reveled in one of his favorite of her talents now as she deep throated him. His hand slid behind her head and he pushed himself inside her mouth. He was tempted, so tempted, to let her work her magic on him. It would not be the first time he was unable to walk away from the pleasure she could provide this way, but he reminded himself of his mission and he forced himself to withdraw. "So perfect, Baby," he told her bending down to scoop her into his arms. He lifted her and she obligingly wrapped her legs around his waist. Her head dropped to allow her to kiss his neck and his body quivered as she sucked at the tender flesh at the hollow of his shoulder. "I thought I was the one who was going to beg," she taunted. Laughing John dumped her on the bed and dropped on top of her. He pressed his rock hard member to her still slick core and ran his hands roughly over her hip. "I'm not begging, Babe. I was complimenting you. Trust me, you are going to beg. I've given you two mind shattering orgasms and I haven't even been inside of you yet; not even a finger in that perfect little pussy. You know you want me. Don't forget, I know what you like and you, my sexy, perfect beauty, you love my dick." He flexed his hips and the pressure made his breath catch and caused Carly to moan. "See, you want it," he purred into her ear. Kissing his way over her neck he gently bit her ear before sucking it between his lips in comfort. "I'm going to fuck you so good, Babe," he whispered. "All you have to do is ask for it." He knew she was trying to fight, she didn't want to give in, she hated to lose, but there was no way she could stop what was coming. She was making tiny noises in the back of her throat as she struggled against the effects of his touch as his fingers traced a trail over her body. He could feel the way she wanted to give in. She wanted him inside her, craved it, she was ready to give and the way she looked at him only proved it. All that remained was to find out how much torture she could endure. He began his assault on her defenses by indulgently toying with her tits. God he loved them, they were full and heavy and shaped to rounded perfection. She deliberately wore those low cut tops combined with pushup bras with the sole intent of driving him crazy. He spent far too much of his work day thinking about the soft swell of her cleavage and imagining exactly what he would do if he could touch her. He played out each of those fantasies now, every single one of them. She was weakening; her hips moved grinding against his aching hard-on in a tantalizing invitation. But, she still hadn't begged for it. He could smell her arousal and it called to him. Trailing kisses down her body he moved down until his face was once again buried between her legs. He licked her slowly and she gasped. "Go ahead," she challenged. "I would let you eat me all day." His reaction was not at all what she expected and she gave a startled cry as he stood and in one single fluid motion grasped her hips and flipped her on to her stomach. "Maybe I'll just do it the other way," he taunted leaning down and pressing his aching rod between her ass cheeks. He moved his hips, grinding himself against her rear and pressing her swollen clit into the bed. "You know you want it, Babe," he purred. "It's going to be so good, I promise. The best fuck of your life, guaranteed." He knew what his words were doing to her, every time he taunted her with the offer she wanted it more. She would give in soon. He knew her, knew her body and he knew he could surprise her. She liked surprises. She growled appreciatively as he lay over her and nipped at her back. He kissed the spot and then repeated the combination all over her back. His grinding had never ceased and Carly began to whimper beneath him. She was so close to giving in. Standing up he made his final move, the one guaranteed to make her beg. Spreading his feet in a wide stance he jerked her by the hips and pulled her into position right in front of him. Her legs dangled from the bed, her body bent double over the edge of the mattress. Leaning forward he rubbed himself all around her entrance. "Please John?" Carly begged as she looked over her shoulder. The desperate tone in her voice only made his rock hard dick throb more and he pressed it teasingly against her firm little ass. "What do you want, Baby?" he demanded. His strong hands where holding her hips and he pulled her back against him. Moving slowly he spread the fluid dotting the tip of his cock over her already swollen clit. His action pulled a desperate moan from deep inside her and she balled the sheet in her fists as her need overcame her. "Oh, god, please John!" she groaned even more desperate than before. "Please fuck me. Please? I need you inside me. I need you so bad." Grabbing his dick in his hand he positioned himself at her entrance. "I'll fuck you, Baby," he promised as he rubbed himself over her lips. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream my name until you are hoarse." He hardly ever made her beg like this, but when he did it drove them both crazy and so when he finally thrust himself inside her they both screamed with the released tension. "Fuck," he breathed trying to keep control as he slid into her tight warm pussy. ** And now they were here. She was ready, she wanted it, she was begging for it. He gripped her waist and thrust again going in hard and deep before coming to a complete halt. Carly screamed in ecstasy and balled the sheet around her fists. "God damn it, John!" she cried in frustration. "Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me." John pumped himself inside her, slamming in and pulling back out with equal force. "So good, Baby," he purred. He was deep inside of her and his teasing had done its work. He could feel her tightening around him. She was always good, always hot and tight, but this moment before she came was always the best the anticipation making her firm and ready around him. He shifted forward to alter his angle and she screamed again, this time as her pleasure sent her senses spinning. He continued to move letting her feel him as she shuddered through what was clearly her most powerful orgasm of the day. When she was spent he pulled out and rolled her over. Carly flopped like a rag doll still unable to move as her body reacted. "Three and I'm still not done fucking you, Babe," he taunted. He climbed onto the bed and slipped his arm beneath her. Then flexing his arm he pulled her up onto the bed until her head hit the pillows. Then with a need so great he didn't want to admit it he moved so he could push his way back inside her. His cock ached with the effort of controlling his desire and he twitched painfully as he hovered just outside her. "Do you want it, Babe?" he demanded. "Yes," she purred no longer making any pretense of resistance. "I love you, Baby, I need you. Please, John." She shuddered as he reentered her warmth and John grunted at the sensation that was almost too much to bear. He dropped his head and pressed his forehead to her shoulder so that she enveloped his senses. "So perfect," he repeated again as he began to move his hips. Carly's arms circled him and she stroked his back in long slow movements as his slow rhythm continued. Her hips moved with his and she met his thrusts in a leisurely dance, each step helping to pull him further and further inside her. "Please, John," she whispered to him as she kissed his chest. "Please fuck me." Desperation "I won't last," he admitted. "It will be long enough, you always come through" she answered as her hips moved desperately to deepen his stroke. Her hand ran down his back and then over his flexing ass until she could stroke the back side of his balls. "Fuck me!" she demanded. Growling at her challenge John let loose of his restraints. His powerful body slammed into her and his hands clamped around her hips to hold her still. He ached for her and he felt his balls tightening as his end neared. Carly's back arched as he reached new depths and she panted in reaction. "Yes!" It wasn't enough, he needed more of her. Pulling his knees up he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the bed. His new angle gave him complete control and held her up as he drove himself into her. Carly braced her hands behind her head and pushed back allowing him better purchase. There was no thought, no words there was only the sensation of their bodies joining. He thrust again and again until he was mindless with the desire he felt. Carly tightened around him and her breathing became ragged. Screaming was beyond her and she could only breathe his name over and over as she once again was swept away in the ultimate pleasure. The sound of her unraveling was the final break in his control and John slammed himself into her as if he would split her in two. His balls tightened almost painfully and then it began, wave after wave of indescribable pleasure as his seed spilled from him and flooded deep inside her. He had collapsed on top of her and it was several moments before he was coherent enough to realize he might be crushing her. He rolled to his side but she moved with him, her leg wrapped around his hip in an effort to keep them connected. "Are you ok?" he asked afraid that he might have gone too far at the end. "Best fuck of my life," she agreed with conviction. "All you had to do was ask, Babe." Desperation Her lungs burned. It was not uncommon for their evenings to be filled with rough, kinky fucking, but nothing about tonight had been anything other then passionately vanilla. Her eyes watered. She had dropped to her knees to give him a break from the doggy style pounding he had been working hard to maintain. Her reward in turn was a cock down her usually accommodating throat that refused to leave willingly. She struggled. She braced her hands on both her lover's hips, pushing him out of her mouth and desperately gasping for air. He kneeled down to her level. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently. "You can cum"...he lightly griped her chin and raised her eyes to meet his..."or you can breathe." " Do you understand?" She understood...she nodded. He stood, gripped a handful of her shoulder length hair, and returned her mouth to his manhood, pushing down her throat, and premising her to tend to her own pleasure. She worked fast, blinded by tears and almost unable to hear his moans over the wet, choking grunts projecting from her own mouth. Her fingers worked her clit, barely able to concentrate on pleasing the man in front of her who took it upon himself to thrust in and out of her throat, unless she made him break to catch her breath. Again and again she abandoned her needs to instinctively press her hands, slick with her own wetness, back on his waist to open her airway. Each time she frantically worked her cunt edging closer to the final explosion she craved, always kept at bay by her most basic instinct for survival. The cock pressed far into her mouth. The fire in her pelvis burned intensely. Tears of desperation, for what she wasn't exactly sure, streaked black eyeliner down her cheeks. She freed herself again and huffed loudly, filling her lungs with life giving oxygen. She looked up. Through blurry eyes he looked so domineering. At this moment she felt wholly owned, furiously aroused, and owned. He looked down. Thick globs of saliva dripped from her face and covered her breasts. Her eyes stared submissively, and hungrily. Her head was spinning, nothing existed but the orgasm clawing its way out of her. The cock waited in front of her, she knew what she had to do. They made eye contact, she took one long breath, and it began again. She opened he mouth wide and with one deep breath, swallowed his member down her throat until her face pressed into her man's torso ,and frenetically finger fucked herself. This was it, with silenced screams her body shook and her pussy showered the floor. Waves of pleasure crashed over her oxygen deprived brain, overriding her senses, rendering her oblivious even to the tightening in her chest. He pulled his cock from her mouth, the sight of her writhing beneath him was too much to take in. With a few strokes of his own he released thick streams of cum on her howling face, her moans amplified by the air rushing in and out of her lungs. Her knees weakened and she sat back on the floor. She traced slow, trance-like circles around her pussy as she readjusted to breathing freely and took stock of her surroundings. The wide puddle of her juices on the floor in front of her, the gleaming mix of semen and drool that streamed down her body, the still semi-erect cock in front of her shining with her spit, the man attached to it taking in the sight of her. She licked her lips, drawing all the cum her tongue could reach into her mouth. He reached down and pulled her against him. She swapped her shaking arms around him, clutching the back of his legs. He calmly ran his fingers through her hair, she nuzzled his still slick cock, slight whimpers still resonating from her. She looked up and they locked eyes, "thank you" she quietly whispered and pulled him tighter. She caught her breath and regained composure. He pulled her to her feet and they walked hand in hand to the bathroom. They showered together in exhausted silence and slipped into bed with barely a word. They clutched each other tightly and shared one, long kiss. She pulled on his lower lip with her teeth, released, laid her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.