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Buzz

By: Salvor-Hardon



I awoke and could not move. Not that I my arms and legs could not move but that I had neither arms nor legs. All my being, my flesh was immobile, hard and unforgiving despite my efforts. I could see, but things were black. I lay still, trying to hear my own heart, and the air of my lungs but not a sound; no sign of life with in me was evident. Yet even without life I had thought, I could sense, I was conscious.

There was movement as if my room was being pulled, and light shone above me. The world was so much bigger, everything in gigantic proportions. A hand crested over the dark edge, and I came to the startling revelation, that the world was not larger, I was now much smaller, and hidden away in a drawer. The fingers wrapped around me, and I could not escape. Lifting me up, out of my confinement and into the light of the room. In my ascent I passed a mirror, evidently my captive drawer was part of a vanity and for the first time I could see, if sight is truly what it was. My new form, my new being was a blue plastic shaft, with black cap on the bottom. "Oh god," my mind screamed! "I've become a vibrator!"

A sex toy! Fitting fate I would suppose, for a guy like me. Sex on the brain, one-track mind and my reincarnation is as a sex toy, feeling no pleasure myself but giving to those I took from in my former life. Karma can be such a bitch. 

I looked at the woman, seeing her in the mirror a moment before she took me away. The size difference made her figure disproportionate, feminine in curve yet intimidating in stature. She carried me away from the bed, and I began to get dizzy from her swinging hand that carried me. I soon saw carpet switch to tile and guessed to be in the bathroom. The sound of rushing water confirmed where we were and I craned to see her drop the robe she wore. Even with my vision skewed and distorted there is a pleasure at seeing a naked woman. As if nature designed her curves to make a man smile and hunger. There was the click from faucet to shower and we entered the warm waterfall.

At first she laid me on the soap tray. I could watch her lather and cleanse herself. Even from this new vantage point, I was amazed at the way a woman moves when she washes. Arms moving, breasts jiggling, tummy flexing and arching. I could remember back to the showers, so many showers with so many women, the way I loved touching them, feeling them warm and wet, the way water ran over their bodies. It was such an esoteric aesthetic and so vivid in my head. If only I had treasured it as much then as I do now.

She washed her hair, and the cascade as she rinsed made me wish my cock, which would be so hard right now. Hell I am all cock, I just want to feel that urge and throb in my loin. Come on, stop teasing me and use me already! Like some blend of the temple of Diana and the Colossus of Rhodes, she towered over me, basking in the warmth of the hot water. Her hands caressed her breasts and the moan escaped. That moan, how I loved that moan. Knowing I had touched a woman; not just in her body but in her soul, arousing her, kindling that flame from spark to flicker, soon to be a raging fire. That moan, please moan again.

One hand went lower, and I saw her begin to lightly rub her pussy, massaging her clit in small focused circles. She changed her position; opening her legs wider and the water ran off at another angle. Yes yes, please, please now, you have a vibe, use it! COME ON! PLEASE!

Her breathing quickened, her body began to shudder just a little then her hand, that massive hand grabbed me, giving the knob a sharp twist and I could feel my body pulse and hum with power. This is more like it! This is what I crave, what I need, my purpose, my being, let me fan flames to roaring powerful fire. She held herself open, and plunged me in, leaving me sightless but the darkness was so welcomed. Her wet slick walls enveloped me, fully engulfing me as she pushed me all the way in. The way the motor made me shiver I could feel her flesh quivering in response. Quick deep hard fast pumps, the she tilted me up to rub along her sensitive tuft of nerves. She clinched down, tightening around me and I felt so constrained. If I had arms I would pound against these walls, kicking and screaming to be free only to feel her rippling, the orgasm beginning to claim her. More wetness, not from the water outside, no this was her, bathing me in her want, her hunger, and I would have killed for a tongue to lap it up.

Her moan was muffled through it echoed within her. She slid me out, and washed me off in the shower. The motor was quiet now, just water and her hand and me reflecting on the moment. She laid me on the counter while she dried off. I could see her, and I was reminded again of the beauty of a woman's skin just after she's come. I want to hold her, the way I did as a man. Then wrapped her in robe she takes me back and dropped me unceremoniously in the drawer again. Cold empty darkness once again and I resigned myself to my fate.

I awoke the next day, still haunted by my dream. So vivid and real, so much like a life lived rather than a dream dreamed. Throughout the day I couldn't shake it. Then that evening in the grocery store, I saw her. That HER. The woman in the shower, there she was buying breakfast cereal. 

I started to go over to her but stopped. What would I say, how do you ask a woman "pardon me but do you have a blue plastic vibe and did it seem different somehow this morning?" 

Buzz...Buzz....



She didn't respond to my text message until 2:55 pm. I sent it at 9am and it was so unlike her not to respond to my love shenanigans immediately. I found myself checking my phone, obsessively, like a lovesick schoolboy, disgusting myself...yet unable to stop. I wasn't worried, just feeling a bit neglected.

Finally, I heard the message alert I'd assigned to her: Zelda's Secret. That sound thrilled me, as it always did, and I checked it without hesitation or the expectation of anything out of the ordinary. Maybe she'd been busy and just realized that she wouldn't be able to get me when my Monday afternoon meetings started at 3.

I became more thrilled when I opened her text:

"You've been bad."

It was followed by a picture of an open book with a dog-eared page. That was followed by a picture of our bed. It was covered with a white sheet and illuminated by candles. Black leather restraints were hanging from each of the four posts, pointing toward a bottle of chocolate sauce lying dead center in the middle of a red heart. When I zoomed in I realized it was her scarf, the one she liked to use as a blindfold.

Another text:

"Your punishment starts now. Turn your phone to vibrate and put it in between your cock and your balls. Don't check it until after your meeting. Hope you're wearing tight underpants. Further instructions will follow."

I felt most of the blood in the upper part of my body drain into my penis, tenting my pants. I had to smile, that little minx knew full well I was wearing boxers. I'm the managing editor at a successful newspaper and Monday afternoons are my staff meetings. I was so excited by her game but I'm a professional, with a paper to run. I considered declining and was still staring at the message when yet another appeared:

"Stop thinking, Superman...slip it in. You know you want to."

I smiled again. She was right. And I love that she thinks I'm Superman.

I responded:

"I've been bad. I'll accept my punishment, Mistress"

I managed to get some control of my instant erection (I am Superman after all) and just managed to nestle my phone in the place she suggested when my 3 o'clock knocked on my door.

"Come on in." I called, belatedly realizing that I couldn't get up to greet my crime reporter without the phone falling down my pant leg. I grabbed a budget report from a pile and pretended to be studying it in earnest, when Harry walked into my office.

I looked up when I heard the door close behind him and gestured to the chair in front of my desk with a rueful expression on my face. "I'm swamped" I said, "Sit down." I grabbed my yellow legal notepad and reviewed my notes as the first text came in.

Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz. Instantly hard. Throbbing. Damn, so much for being Superman.

I have to admit that I don't remember much of the meeting. Harry was an ace reporter and needed little from me. I had a few story ideas that I may or may have not suggested, and I think I remembered to congratulate him on an exceptional article. Maybe. Every minute a message came in.

Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz

The phone was pressed up against the base of my shaft. I felt the vibrations shudder through my cock and tickle my balls. It was a whisper of a sensation, enough to arouse but not to urge on a climax.

Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz I

'd get a modicum of control and....

Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz

On and on...for twenty minutes. Harry seemed a little concerned as he wished me a good day but I assured him that I was ok, but feeling a bit ill since lunch...wondering all the while if he'd heard my phone. Another message vibrated it's was across my engorged gentiles. I said, "Keep up the good work" and the door closed behind him.

I fumbled my zipper down and fished the phone out of my pants. It was hot. So was I.

Twenty messages I was eager to view. This is how they read:

You hurt my book

Your ass is mine

But I must say

That ass is fine

Oh, Superman I love your smile

And I'll see it In a little while

Tied to the bed You'll writhe and beg

as I carelessly give you head

chocolate sauce on your hard cock

the time is soon

tick-tock, tick-tock

Her impromptu poem was followed by 4 selfies.

In the first she stood naked in a full length mirror. Smoldering eyes and deep tan lines, a saucy smirk on her lips...I wanted to reach into the phone and grab her.

In the second she was on her knees...my cock ached to pound her from behind.

The third was her licking chocolate off her finger. I may have drooled on my phone at that point.

The fourth was her, sitting like a lady, holding a tube of lube.

I looked at the rest of my staff notes. There was nothing that couldn't wait.

******

I drove home, feeling every heartbeat in my penis. There was a note taped to the front door. Three simple words: Assume the position.

Like Pavlov's finest hound – with those simple words – my cock jerked and a slither of precum oozed from the tip. I was a Dowsing Stick and she was my source of moisture. Even though it was late afternoon on a sweltering day, the bedroom was dim and cool.

The bed, the center of the room, was lit in blue. Clever LED lights embedded in posts that supported a mirrored canopy. Chain Links attached to the base of the posts. Long strips of the softest leather tied to them. The chocolate sauce waiting in a bath of hot water, a hint of her perfume in the air.

I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the scarf off the bed and tied it around my eyes before I stretched out on the sheet. My last glimpse of my dick before blinding myself was astounding. I was hard, so hard and a deep, angry purple. I wanted to fuck, to pound...to release...but that was not the game. I had to assume the position.

The moment I did, music began to softly play. And then she was there. On the bed next to me. Her scent overwhelming me, her fingertips tracing slow circles on my chest.

"You know what you did."

"I do."

"You know I HATE dog-eared pages."

"I do."

"Get ready." This was purred into my ear moments before a lubricated finger began to massage my taint.

It stroked up, under my balls and then down, to the edge of my asshole. Slow, slippery, disembodied strokes that left me wanting more; more physical contact, more friction, more of this woman so I blindly grabbed her and gathered her to me for a kiss. A kiss she returned as if she'd been hungry for me for always.

And then pushed me away and pinched my nipple. Roughly.

"You'll pay for that. No touching. You know better."

I felt her weight lift off the bed and strained to peek behind my blindfold to no avail. She tied my left wrist and ankle with nimble fingers. She traced one of those fingers over the tip of my cock before securing my right side.

When she was finished and I was bound completely, I felt helpless. I was at her mercy. And that excited me more than anything. I smelled her. Her subtly exotic scent laced with warm chocolate. I felt it. The chocolate, a degree above body temperature, coated my straining dick.

I was dripping with precum again and she made a guttural sound in her throat as she took me in her mouth. Finally, my cock was in a warm, wet hole. I almost came. And then she stopped. A groan of disappointment escaped me.

Then my mouth was filled with her pussy. I tasted just a kiss of chocolate, she probably spread her luscious lips before planting them on my face. Tiny bud of a clit, pressed hard, just within the circle of my lips. Unable to use anything but my mouth and my knowledge of her body I brought her to a gushing orgasm.

I lapped up every drop, sucking her dry. She was panting and digging her fingers into my biceps. I kept her shuddering all the way down with tiny licks right in the heart of her clit. She slid down me and kissed me with lips that tasted like her. Shuddered once more.

Oh, yeah. Even tied up I'm Superman.

*********

I felt her uncurl herself from my chest and immediately missed her warmth. My cock was still hard and chocolate encrusted but she didn't give me what I wanted...another warm hole.

Instead I heard ice cubes clink in a glass.

Then I felt one. She dragged it down my neck, slowly. So very slowly. Paused to stop and lick the wetness away, before continuing down my throat to my nipples. Cold ice, hot mouth. The sensations were magnified, intensified and then she took my erection into her mouth with the ice.

For a moment everything was lost to me except her cold mouth but then I remembered the first time she ever tried this and had to stifle a laugh. She felt me and must have popped her head right up.

"One time, Mister. I choked one time. Am I ever going to live it down?"

"You needed the Heimlich Maneuver...so ...no" I laughed.

She made a sound that was somewhere between a yowl and a moan and bit the same nipple she's twisted earlier. The pain registered the same moment she snaked a well lubricated finger up my ass. Then her mouth on my balls, the finger applying gentle but firm pressure in and out of my ass in time with the music, I felt overloaded with sensations.

I was moaning, loudly and I felt her shudder a little each time I did, the power she has to bring me such pleasure is a major turn on for her. She positioned herself over my leg started grinding her pussy back and forth on my knee in time with her finger in my ass. She was dripping again. Then she took me in her mouth and started to hum. Oh, fuck...

"You'd better stop or I'm going to cum."

She mumbled something that sounded like, "You're not the boss of me" and began sucking me in earnest.

"Oh, baby...Oh, my God!"

My blindfold slipped down and I saw her, eyes closed, messy hair in her face, a look of utter contentment on her face. I felt it coming and she must have too because she grabbed my shaft, close to the base and squeezed.

An orgasm ripped through me, and I must have filled her mouth with cum. Her eyes opened and met mine as she swallowed it. She smiled, licked her lips and placed a tiny kiss on shrinking dick and then kissed me again.

Long and deep, the kiss went on and on and she stroked my face with cool gentle hands. I wanted to gather her in my arms, but all I could do was kiss her back. So I did.

When she broke away my blindfold was back in place. She rose from the bed and left the room.

When she returned I heard her place something on the night stand.

"You're dirty."

I heard water being rung from a cloth and then I was getting a sponge bath, from my hot woman. I was completely relaxed, spent even, luxuriating in the feel of the warm, damp cloth washing away the traces of our play.

What happened next completely surprised me.

I felt her very close to me and I said, "Oh, Baby...I am going to need a little recuperation time."

"Are you sure about that, Alex?" The world were whispered close to my ear and joined by another sound.

Buzzz...buzzzz...buzzzzzz

My cock twitched to life the second the vibrator grazed my scrotum and she gently slid herself on down on me before I was completely hard. The vibrator slid into my ass and I thrust hard, now fully erect, into her dripping pussy.

I could tell by the angle I was buried inside her that she was riding me backwards while she fucked my ass. My whole body felt like an exposed nerve and I loved the feeling of being sexually possessed by this woman.

I rose my hips to fill her completely and felt her shudder. She was moaning low in her throat every time she trusted the vibrator into me. Sex juice was freely running down my groin as she came again and again. When I met her she'd never come without the help of a shower massager but by now I could practically give her an orgasm just by looking at her, a thought that somehow aroused me even more.

The onslaught on my puckered rosebud continued, and she was sliding down my cock at the same time she was pushing the vibrator into my ass.

I may have started drooling at that point or possibly blacked out for a moment. Her pussy was trembling around me. Incredibly, I felt my own climax building.

"Come for me....Oh, Now...Come with me!" Those words – growled out between rapid breaths, combined with one last deep vibrator stroke pushed me over the edge. She swiveled her hips just slightly as I shot jets of cum deep inside her.

One more spasm from her and she slid down on top of me and rested her head on my knees. The vibrator lay buzzing on the bed, for a long moment as she came back to herself.

She said something but her voice was muffled.

"What did you say, Darling?"

She lifted herself up slightly and laughed. "This is awkward."

"No, it's good. Lay back down."

She began untying me instead. "Look at the time, we have to get ready."

"I can't really look at anything."

We laughed together as she untied the blindfold. I was free, so I grabbed her, held her close to me and kissed her soundly. Her smoky blue eyes were gazed and unfocused when they opened. And she shook her head as if to clear it.

"Well," she said and cleared her throat. "I trust you've learned your lesson."

I winked, roguishly at her and made her laugh again. "Can I ask you something, My Love?"

"Anything at all." She replied.

"Where do you get all these sexy ideas from? You never cease to amaze me with your creativity."

She looked at me steadily and said, "Do you remember the beginning of us?"

I did. It had been crazy. From day one it was a complete melding of the minds, the hearts, maybe even the souls. I fell for her hard and fast and by our second date I could see love for me shining in her eyes as well.

We'd both been in complicated situations when we met, myself more so than her. I had needed some time and space, to figure some things out. It took a little while for us to get it together.

"Yes, of course" I told her.

"Well...." Eyes cast down she continued. "I know you know that I struggled during that time, but what you don't know is that anytime I thought of my life without you... it made me feel.....lost, maybe."

My woman is a writer but sometimes she struggles with her spoken words. I reached out a hand and she took it.

"Every time I thought about what I'd felt for you, and then just imagined it gone from my life...it seemed like it would never be a happy day again. Pathetic, I know.

And I missed you... terribly, you'd been my constant companion for weeks and then you were just gone. It was lonely. I knew that you needed to sort things out, and I had to respect that but I also knew that what we found in each other is something so rare, so precious. Something people search for all their lives and sometimes never find.

I had to leave you alone to make your choice but it was very difficult. Every day there was 100 things I wanted to tell you, 1,000 things I wanted to say...things I knew only you would get. Because you get me.

I had to distract myself so I started a blog of of all the things I eventually wanted to do with you."

She looked at me and I saw what that confession has cost her. Laughed, made it a joke. "Turned out to be mostly all about sex, you awoke a beast in me and then left me alone with it. I almost didn't survive. I was rubbing it out, two three times a day.

"Oh, Sweetheart..." She silenced me with a kiss, hugged me close and said, "Come on...we're going to be late. They're waiting."

Then she sashayed her cute, naked butt out the door. I privately vowed to have that ass, very soon.

I glanced around the room, and felt a smile slide across my face, remembering all of the fantasies that had been played out in these four walls, thinking of all the joy we'd brought to each other and by extension everyone in our lives.

"Are you coming?" She called.

I started to follow her, but stopped and turned back around. I picked up the book on her end table, removed the bookmark and dog-eared the page.

"Oh yeah, Catwoman. I'm coming. And, Hey?? Can I get a link to that blog??"

The End?



Buzz-Crackle



The lights in the room were dimmed and I could hear the buzz-crackle of a bulb about to go. Overall the quality of this hotel room wasn't stellar, but then, I wasn't here for the whole night. Mostly I was frantic about whether Trista had remembered to put up the "Do Not Disturb" sign after tying me to the bed. Oh, right... I guess it helps if I start from the beginning, it may shed some light on why I was naked and bound in a hotel room all by myself.

It started a few weeks back when my husband hesitantly asked if we could have a serious discussion, of course I said yes. Turns out he'd always had a fantasy about "swinging" and while out with the guys one night he'd met another man who had a similar fantasy. I don't know how it came up in conversation, I had no idea guys talked about such things, maybe it was the booze talking. Either way, here I was talking to my husband, seriously, about having sex with another couple!

At first I was completely against it, I mean there are safety concerns and it was just plain weird. But after a few days we talked about it again and I realized that I was warming to the idea. My husband assured me that all avenues had been considered, he said if we went ahead with it then both couples would rent a hotel room and the husbands would just trade keys in the hallway. Seemed reasonable enough at the time!

I finally agreed, much to my husband's delight, and the date was set. That's why I was there. I met Trista, the other wife, in my hotel room and she shyly explained that part of her husband's fantasy was to happen upon the woman bound to the bed. I'd already committed this far, so why not, right? Trista had come prepared with some soft satin bindings that she looped around the legs of the bed, binding my wrists and ankles, leaving little room to move. She also slid one between the mattresses and wrapped it around my knees, pulling them apart.

Never in my life, even before a doctor, had I been so utterly exposed and yet Trista chatted with me like we were having coffee at a diner. When she was done she dimmed the lights and headed off to spend a few hours with my husband down the hall. Now all I had to do was wait.

It was hard to think long on any one subject. At first I thought about the laundry I hadn't done that day and the planned renovation to the master bedroom. The buzz-crackle of the dying light bulb was too distracting to focus for long though. I tried to think about what my husband might do to Trista and only managed to embarrass myself when I found myself getting aroused.

So I tried thinking about nothing. If I thought about Trista's husband, I started to get worried, almost fearful, wondering what to expect. But try as I might, thinking about "nothing" wasn't going to happen. Would he blindfold me? Gag me? Would the people in the rooms around us hear what we were doing? Was he handsome? Why did he want me bound anyway? What the hell had I gotten myself into?

The minutes stretched into an hour and I started to think maybe he wasn't going to show up after all when I heard the key-card in the door. Part of me figured it was my husband there to give me the news that the whole thing had been called off. I started to call out when he came into view and my heart lept into my throat. This was not someone I'd ever seen before. Instinctively I moved to stand up, completely forgetting for a moment that I was restrained.

The man smiled at me while unbuttoning his shirt, he certainly wasn't wasting any time. I could feel how hot my cheeks were burning, but maybe he didn't see in the dim light. I remember that I whimpered when I wasn't able to close my legs together. Dim light or not I was completely exposed, my labia was parted, I could feel a breeze on the damp skin as he sat on the bed.

He reached out with one hand to lay a finger across my lips when I opened my mouth to speak to him, I'm not sure what I would have said, asking his name seemed a bit out place considering the circumstances. Now that he was closer I could see he was clean shaven, his mouth full and smiling, a strong nose dominating his face. It all really didn't matter, I was completely at his mercy and I had no idea what he planned.

For a while he just looked at me, lingering on my breasts and belly, while I trembled. Then tension in my body slowly lessened as he watched me, not touching, I figured maybe he just liked to look. As the moment wore on I found my body growing warmer, somehow being under his scrutiny was arousing me. Finally he reached out a hand to touch me, stopping short of caressing my breast, looking at me sharply as I cringed away from him.

How odd I must have looked to him, arms and legs spread wide, knees held apart, trembling with anticipation, dread and excitement all at once. I held my breath and waited, finally feeling the back of his fingers slide down the top of my breast to my nipple. I couldn't help it, I moaned at the touch. All that anticipation, the waiting, the excitement of the unknown. Then there was the shame, how could I enjoy this? I had no idea who this guy was!

He cupped my breast, caressing my nipple with his thumb, watching me with a small smile. I had to look away, I'd agreed to this, I was enjoying it, but it was embarrassing just the same. I moaned again when he started to pinch my nipple, my body on edge, my mind racing ahead to all the possible scenarios that may await me.

Despite my efforts to hide my embarrassment and arousal, I'm sure he could see it. He chuckled quietly, not saying anything, and stood again to strip off his pants and underwear. I didn't look, not sure if I was too scared or too embarrassed, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He moved to the foot of the bed and rested a hand on my foot, which twitched in reaction.

Slowly his hand slid up my shin to my knee, the bed moved as he climbed up between my knees. I couldn't help it, I groaned loudly, trying once again to close my legs together, straining against the satin bindings around my knees. He let out a long "shhhh" and slid his hand higher, over my thigh. I could feel his warmth on my inner thighs even though he only touched me with his hand. Panic started to well inside me but I fought for control.

He stopped, resting his hand on my thigh, "relax," he said, his voice barely a whisper. It was warm and deep and made my heart race, but finally hearing him speak was enough to help me fight back the panic. I took a deep breath and tried to set aside my embarrassment.

Leaving his hand on my thigh he reached out with his right hand to run the back of his finger across the trimmed hair of my mound. I whimpered again, this was getting very personal, and a that gentle touch resulted in a shot of desire from my nipples down to my clit. From where he kneeled between my legs I doubt he missed the reaction. I tilted my head back and tried to stare at the poorly painted landscape above the bed.

I heard a soft chuckle from him but didn't stop looking at that painting, trying to remember to breathe. He shifted and I wasn't sure what he was doing when I felt both his hands leave my body, only to feel them again pulling my labia farther apart. I cried out and pulled on my wrist bindings to move away from him without success. I felt his breath, hot against my exposed sex, and without warning a surge of arousal shooting through me when he reached out with his tongue to roughly lick my clit.

Once again I was near panic, my husband had never done anything like this, it was... it felt so... I had a man licking my most intimate parts and felt a mix of overwhelming shame and at the same time tantalizing arousal. I was at his mercy, wanting him to do more, and yet so close to begging him to stop. I bit my lip, not ready to throw in the towel yet.

Somehow I managed to get my hands behind the satin binding so I could grip it, pulling hard despite the sharp pull on my wrists. He nuzzled his face into my sex and then did something to my clit that caused me to yelp and moan, suck on it perhaps? It almost hurt the sensation was so sudden and so strong. My body responded to him regardless of my continued embarrassment, before I knew it I was longing to feel him inside of me.

He focused on my clit, holding my labia so far apart that the flesh was stretched taut. He never let up, flicking; sucking; licking; all different sensations but still a constant stream of attention. I gave up on looking at the painting and tried to look down at him, seeing only the top of his head and his back. I let my head fall to the pillow, crying out again. I couldn't pull away, but I sure tried, he was rough enough to make it hurt a bit, but it was so... it was so strong, the sensation.

Incredibly I felt like I could orgasm already if he just pushed a little farther. I felt a flood of disappointment when he pulled back from my sex, wiping his face on my inner thigh and releasing my labia. I looked up sharply, worried something was wrong and a little apprehensive about what what might happen next. He rested on his knees, his thighs pressing against mine, I could see his cock as he stroked himself over me.

I stared. He was cut, his head large and dark above his hand, a drop of precum beading there already. I didn't care about my shame anymore, I just wanted to feel him inside me. My hips rocked and my head fell back on the pillow again. I opened my mouth to beg him to take me but cried out instead, he'd crouched when I looked away and the head of his cock slapped my clit each time he stroked himself.

The tap tap of his cock on my clit drove me back up again, I was driven to distraction by my own desire, moaning with abandon now. He let out a soft moan of his own and pulled back to stroke the head of his cock down over my wet folds. I squirmed, how could I not? Instead of trying to pull away I was pushing on the headboard to thrust myself toward him, I had enough of his teasing, I wanted to feel him inside me.

A wash of heat flooded over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside me, just a bit. I groaned and tried to shove off the headboard again, but I was at the end of my rope, literally. I could feel him laugh, it was hard not to, each chuckle vibrated through his cock, pushing him just a little farther inside. He leaned, reaching for my breasts, his cock sliding in even further. I arched my back to meet him halfway, this agonizingly slow pace driving me to madness.

He rested there inside me while fondling my breasts, one hand pinching and twisting my nipple while the other hand caressed my other breast gently. Tugging slowly on my pinched nipple, farther and farther until it slipped from his finger sharply, I yelped but oh god it felt so good. I rocked my hips against him and he nearly lost his balance, dropping his hands to the tops of my hips to steady himself.

Finally he started moving in and out of me, holding my hips to push himself deep, pulling so far back that now and then his cock would slip out and slide up against my clit. I couldn't move more than a few inches in any direction, his pace so maddening to me but he only smiled down at him, probably enjoying my writhing as much as actually penetrating me. Once I tried to say something to him, urge him to pick up the pace, but he lifted a finger to his lips to quiet me. It worked, I wanted to please him, I wanted him to enjoy this experience.

I threw back my head in frustration, the tension in my body building slowly like a boiler that could burst at any moment, but maddeningly he slowed, and finally stopped. Lifting my head I stared at him incredulously, certainly he wasn't done... right? Slowly he climbed over my leg, his wet penis grazing my thigh, my sex pulsing at the brief touch. When he swung his leg over my midsection I realized what he must be intending to do and started to protest. As I opened my mouth I felt the head of his cock rest against my lips and I couldn't bring myself to speak.

The moment dragged on, I inhaled sharply and smelled my own fluids on him, he stared down at me, waiting with a patience I certainly didn't feel. Finally there built a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with him straddling me and I half closed my eyes and kissed the head of his cock, moaning with renewed desire. He groaned and leaned over to brace himself on the headboard, but he didn't thrust. Perhaps waiting to see what I would do.

So I licked too, probing his urethra with my tongue, dragging my lower lip along the underside of his shaft to the edge of his head. I tried to grip him with my hands, startled to realize I was still bound to the bed. I took his head into my mouth and sucked sharply, writhing under him as I imagined him thrusting into me. I craned my neck trying to pull more of him inside me and nearly growled to see I was thwarted by his patience again.

Finally he pushed with his hips, gently, his cock sliding between my lips until I could feel my nose press against him. At first I gagged, my shoulders heaving, my body instinctively trying to expel the intruding penis from my throat. I fought it, working to swallow my own saliva, impeded somewhat by his swollen head so deep within me. I blinked, my eyes watering and he pulled back, his cock still inside my mouth but resting, letting me breathe. I looked up at him, his knuckles white on the headboard, a look of intense concentration on his face. I moaned to see him like that.

He toyed with me like that for a few more minutes, though it might as well have been hours, back and forth, letting me breathe and then filling my throat. I rocked my hips, grinding against nothing, the air cool against my wet labia. I could feel him tremble and he hesitated, not pushing back into my throat. I looked up at him, and could see him biting his lip, I had a moment to try and take control. Quickly I sucked hard on the head of his cock, moaning loudly and licking the spot where his shaft and head met. He cried out and reached down with one hand, gripping my hair tightly. I thought I had him and moaned again, only to feel him pull my head back, taking his cock from my mouth.

Even in the dim light I could see the flush in his face. His breathing was as ragged as mine and he swung his leg off of me, lunging suddenly to kiss me hard. I cried out and kissed him back, writhing under him, pressing my breasts up toward him with a noise between a whimper and a growl. Moving lower he placed his thigh between my legs and thrust up against me, his lips never leaving mine. I could feel his cock, hot and wet, against my thigh.

I knew at that moment that I would do anything to feel him inside me again, I was so close to the edge of an orgasm, I wanted to feel him inside me when I finally lost control of my desire. He must have felt the same way because while he still moved with slow determination there was a bit more of a hurried presence to him. Keeping his lips on mine he lay on me and slowly guided himself in. I broke our kiss and threw back my head, nearly screaming.

He thrust hard then, and fast, pumping into me while I lay bound and helpless beneath him. With my knees spread so wide my clit was exposed to his thrusting, his body slapping against it with each thrust. Slowly my eyes closed, my head still pressed back against the pillow, and finally it hit me. The explosion started at my clit, almost painful. Part of me wanted to pull away while the rest of me, the stronger part, wanted nothing more than for him to push harder and faster into me.

At his point I didn't care if he was enjoying himself or not, I knew only my own pleasure and that involved his cock inside me and his body brushing against my clit. I rocked and bucked beneath him, pulling hard on the restraints, simultaneously trying to shout and clamp down. I could feel myself spasming around his cock, gripping him tightly with each stroke.

Suddenly he stopped thrusting, lifting one hand to brace himself on the headboard, holding himself deep inside me. Somewhere in my mind I registered the sensation of his cock pulsing, his hips pushing him deeper. He grimaced and cried out, a vein in his neck bulging, he looked like he was in pain as he shuddered over me. I writhed, still sensitive but starting to calm enough to tease back, clenching my muscles around his cock with a malicious grin.

Finally he grunted and began to slowly slide out and in, not entirely leaving me now that he'd softened somewhat. I watched his face, amused at the expression and trembling that told me he was still very sensitive. I felt a sense of superiority, smug despite being tied, that I had somehow weathered this better than he had. He opened his eyes, looked down at me, and stopped. I think he figured out what I was thinking because he looked back at me, between a grimace and a shudder, with an expression that said clearly, "oh really?"

Carefully he sat back and I felt the blood drain out of my face, that sense of fearful anticipation returning in a wave like the flood gates had been opened. He sat back between my legs and pulled his wet penis from me, sliding it up over my exposed clit. It was too much, I cried out and strained to move away from him, that tiny bit of flesh on fire. He put one hand on my belly and pushed, stroking the head of his cock over me again and again.

I think he laughed again, it was hard to tell with the roaring in my ears. I cried out, I whimpered, I begged inarticulately, oh how I wanted him to stop and oh how I wanted him not to stop. It didn't take long for me to be on edge again, writhing in a strange mix of pain and pleasure, orgasming again for his pleasure. I was at his mercy again, or rather I'd never not been at his mercy but now I remembered that.

He carried on for a few more strokes even after I stopped writhing, my body jolting each time the edge of his head caught my clit. I could tell my body was soaked in sweat, I could feel his cum and mine dripping from me. He sat back and wiped the head of his cock along my inner thigh and then climbed off the bed. I lay there, spent, barely registering him getting dressed.

By the time I realized he intended on leaving he was already half out the door. I opened my mouth to call out and closed it when I heard the door latch. I lay back against the bed and moaned, wondering if he'd remembered the Do Not Disturb sign up.



Buzz Me



This isn't a quick piece of smut, but I can't say it's going to rank among the great works of literature either. Enjoy.

As always I want to thank my editors for their help and support.

And now I'll beg. Please send votes and feedback. They compensate for the long, emotional slogging that is required of a writer.

Teresa Collins looked at herself in the closet mirror as she entered the bedroom she shared with her lover, Mike Adams. The sight made her smile. She liked the way she looked.

Naked as the day she was born, none of her body was hidden from her sight. Her straight black hair ran to between her shoulder blades and was hung in a bang over her forehead. Teresa had bright blue eyes set in a face neither wide nor thin and she had an aquiline nose. The lips of her mouth were a little on the thin side. She thought them her least attractive feature. The chin was a little pointed but not chisel sharp. The rest of her was slim. At a couple of inches over five feet and just a few pounds over one hundred, her build was pixieish. Her breasts and ass were not big, but that helped keep them firm. She kept her pubes, which were the same colour as her other hair, closely trimmed.

By the time she reached the closet Teresa had completed her visual inventory. She slid the door open and began to pick her clothes for work. She wanted to be very careful. There was a big presentation today and had to look her best.

So she never saw Mike roll out of bed, pull something from the night stand, then go over to her dresser and take out a pair of black lace panties. Her first awareness of him was when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He ran his hands down her stomach, stopping just below her navel. A flat, cold and metallic device was in his right hand, her panties in his left. The very different impressions the two touches gave made Teresa shiver. Mike planted a soft kiss on her left shoulder.

He was a big man with the build and rugged appearance of the stevedore he had been in his younger days. He had to lean a little and bend his knees slightly to make his loving gesture. His sandy blond hair was graying, even the rather thick mat on his chest. Teresa never felt overpowered by him. Rather he seemed a large tree, something large and alive that sheltered her from the world. He was a solid anchor in her world.

Teresa shivered as he teased her. She turned her head and kissed his cheek. She pressed her back into him, feeling that he was erect.

"Oh no," she said, a slight tremble in her voice. "I don't have the time today. I've got to be at work soon."

"I know, " he replied. "Just letting you know I care." He stepped back, turned her around and then fell to his knees. He held up the undergarment. "I think you should wear these today."

Smiling, Teresa agreed. She raised her legs one at a time. Mike fitted it on and drew it up her legs. An instant before they covered her lips he blew a warm stream of air over them. She drew a sharp breath at its teasing touch.

"There," Mike remarked, "All set. I also have a small gift for you." He held up a small rectangle of metal. It was not much larger than a credit card and about four times as thick.

"What is it?" she asked, a puzzled cast on her face.

"It's a cell phone. One of my clients asked me to evaluate it for them." Mike was a freelance electronics engineer. He had a fine knack for analysing electronics and picking holes in their design and function. He worked from home most of the time so there were always some sort of consumer electronic device sitting around their condominium.

"That small now?" Teresa observed. "Cool. Thanks." She reached for it.

He drew his hand back. "No. I want you to test its portability." He reached for the top of her panties, pulled the waist out a little and slid the tiny phone between the fabric and her skin. Letting the elastic go, the garment pressed the cold surface against her lips.

Teresa's eyes widened at the chill touch. "Mike, what are you up too?" she asked. Her face was amused and a little curious.

"Nothing, really," he replied. "Just what I said. If you can carry it there, it can be carried anywhere, wouldn't you agree?" Mike's face was all wide eyed innocence. Teresa knew him well enough to know that meant he was up to something. "Mike?" she demanded again.

"I want you to do two things today," he said then, avoiding the question.

Teresa thought for a second. Mike had never hurt her in anyway. And he was one of the smartest people she had ever known. So if he was up to something, it was almost certainly something she would like. She trusted him.

"What then?" she asked. Answers would come soon.

Patting the cell phone he told her, "keep this here all day. And make sure you spend the whole day at work. Plus make sure you have your usual Friday-after-work drink with Maureen."

The phone request was a bit odd. The rest was what Teresa had planned anyway. "All right," she consented.

"Promise?"

Teresa's smile vanished as she compressed her lips into a slit. Her eyebrows moved down to shade her eyes as she glanced sharply at him. This was a serious thing to them. She and Mike agreed that when they promised it had to be carried through. They rarely made promises to each other, but when they did, they kept them.

She was silent for a moment. "OK," she finally said. "I promise."

"Good." Mike smiled at her and stood up. "Get dressed and I'll have your breakfast ready." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and left the bedroom.

Teresa turned to her closet and started selecting what to wear to work. The cell phone had warmed up so she hardly noticed it now. Her smile came back and she thought, "Sometimes he's the strangest man. But oh so lovable."

Soon she chose a single piece dress that was the same colour as her eyes. It clung to her but not too tightly. It was quite professional but beautiful as well. She pulled on a pair of blue shoes with low heels. These were meant to keep her feet comfortable and accented her dress. Teresa went to the bathroom to put on her makeup, insert a pair of small gold studs in her earlobes, then headed to the kitchen.

On entering she found her travel coffee cup and bagels waiting for her. Mike was just pouring a cup for himself.

"Oh," he announced. "Two more things before you go."

Teresa looked at him, both suspicious and entertained. "I'm going to regret this, but what?"

"Make sure you take those with you." He gestured at some articles on the counter by the door. There were two small plastic bags there, one empty and the other containing four pairs of Teresa's panties.

She looked at him with skepticism.

"Trust me, please?" was his response.

"OK," she replied. Teresa grabbed the bags and stuffed them in her purse. "And the other thing?" she asked.

"No playing with yourself today," he returned. "I should have asked that earlier, but I want you to promise that as well."

That request rather surprised Teresa. She was too professional to waste time at work by masturbating. He knew that. There must have been a reason for him to ask. After a second's thought she replied, "OK, I promise."

Mike came over, gave her a hug and quick kiss. "Thank you beautiful. You'll have a good day." Her eyes twinkled back at him. He might be a little odd, but she loved him.

"I'm off. See you tonight around seven," she told him.

"I'll have something special for dinner," he replied. She smiled wider at that. Among his many talents, Mike was a good cook.

He escorted her to the front door and locked it behind her. Teresa went to their building's elevator, rode it down to the parking level then headed to her car. Starting it up, she set out for work.

Soon she was on the highway, her destination, downtown. The tiny cell phone was skin temperature and its presence was barely evident now. Again she wondered exactly what her lover was up to. However, she had more important things to think about and she started thinking about them.

Bzzzzt! The tiny device came alive at that moment. It vibrated against her for just a second. No one would have heard it, but Teresa certainly felt it.

Her eyes went wide. The vibration caused a sudden bloom of pleasure in her nether regions, one that spread almost instantly through her body. Her knuckles went white on the steering wheel and her right foot pressed on the gas. She lost touch with the world for just a second. Coming back, she let off the gas so she drew back from the car in front.

For an instant, Teresa was furious. "Damn that man! What sort of a game is he playing?" Then a smile formed. Game was the right word. Mike almost always played with and teased her, before giving her pleasure. She adored when he did this. It always made her very ready for him.

This time he wasn't going to be playing for an hour, it was going to be all day. And she would never know when, exactly. Teresa would spend the rest of the day waiting for the next little jolt of joy.

"This is going to be fun!" she thought.

Memories came of other times Mike had played with her; with feathers, with chamois gloves, and once with a loofa. Teresa felt herself grow warm and a little moist with the recollection.

Shortly she was pulling into the parking lot of Motive Fashions, the place where she worked. Parking in her space, she was middle management, Teresa got out and headed inside. There was a happy smile on her face. The little shock she had received and the thoughts caused by it were making her a bit high. Several people noted her good mood when she greeted them.

On arriving in her office, Teresa phoned her team to remind them of the 9:30 pre-meeting. She spent the time before that rehearsing what she would say during the presentation. The anticipation and warmth that had built up began to fade under the mundane demands of work.

When her people arrived they went over what had to be done at the imminent meeting, then Teresa started a little pep talk. "We've worked hard on this. We're going to be a big…"

Bzzzzt! The little device went off again.

Teresa let out a puff of breath. She was more sensitive down there now. This time the feelings echoed just a bit longer. Her lower lips puffed a bit in reaction and she went from merely moist to dewy. She sagged against her desk.

"Are you all right, Ms. Collins?" came from one of her subordinates.

With a deep breath, Teresa managed to focus. She stood straight and pushed her feelings down as well as she was able. But the pleasure was sharp enough it would take more than just force of will to control it. "Yes," she reassured them. "I felt dizzy for a second. I'm fine. Let's get going. The presentation starts in ten minutes."

The group went up to the main meeting room and checked all the equipment needed. The senior management trickled in one at a time. When everyone was present, Teresa took the floor and got to work.

She covered all the lines that had been designed and what focus groups had to say about each one. Slides appeared on the large flat screen monitor to emphasise what she was saying. It all went without a hitch, much to her relief.

Soon she started on her recommendations. "So, you can see the 'Orange' line would be most successful in the…"

Bzzzzt! That teasing vibration played over her again.

Teresa stopped speaking with an audible gasp. Her knees shook a little, weakening under the delight burning through her. Her lips grew more puffy and her clit hardened somewhat, magnifying the feeling. She started to leak lubrication, barely.

"Teresa, are you OK?" came from the VP of Marketing.

"Mike, you bastard!" went through her mind. "This had better be worth it or you'll pay big!"

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I've been having dizzy spells." And Teresa continued with her presentation. She had to focus more. The heat roiling in her threatened to perturb her thinking time and again. Teresa had to concentrate a little to grab at her thoughts.

When the presentation was finished the senior management gave her a polite round of applause. Teresa could tell they were very pleased. She would have been overjoyed, if she hadn't been so distracted. The craving in her wouldn't go away. She could feel the little cell phone roll against her as she moved. It teased her still hard clit and slid over her lips. The pleasure wasn't great, but it was noticeable. A light haze lay over her thoughts.

She made the rounds of shaking hands, gathered up her crew and returned to her office. Teresa thanked each of them and they returned to their regularly scheduled jobs.

It was almost noon and Teresa realised she was hungry. She phoned the local deli, asking them to deliver a Caesar salad. Motive Fashions had a company account with them so Teresa often availed herself of her services. While waiting she started her day's paperwork.

When the salad arrived, she worked and ate. One hand she used to feed herself and the other turned pages and signed forms.

Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!

Teresa's eyes fluttered as heat grew again. The pleasure bounced back and forth through her and a tiny moan emerged from her mouth. Unconsciously she splayed her legs, opening herself for what her body was beginning to demand. She could feel her cheeks warm and knew her face must be flushed

For long seconds all Teresa did was wallow, allowing the feeling to wash through her. Then, knowing what she was doing she sat up straight and closed her legs. Looking down at the last piece of paper she had been writing on, she could see a blind scrawl from the shaking of her hands. She concentrated and succeeded in signing her name clearly. It wasn't easy. The tremors wouldn't seem to stop.

Squirming in her chair, Teresa could feel how wet she had become. The metal surface that was teasing her slid smoothly over her now engorged lips and hard clit. That small motion caused ripples of passion to pass through her. She noticed that her panties were now quite soaked. Teresa gathered up her purse and headed for the washroom.

Once inside, she went to a stall and closed the door. Teresa pulled the tiny cell from under her gusset and then peeled the soaking garment down her legs. She hiked up her dress, sat down on the toilet and moved her hand towards her wet, hot labia. "God, I need to get off," she thought.

Then she stopped. "Damn," Teresa remembered. "I promised." She looked thoughtful for a second. "How's he going to know?" was the question she asked herself. "I would know," came the answer. "I made a promise and I don't break them."

With a sigh Teresa pulled another pair of underwear from her purse, stood up and slipped them on. She placed the wet ones in the other bag Mike had so thoughtfully supplied. Picking up Mike's phone, she looked at it for a second with both trepidation and anticipation. She knew that she would be teased the rest of the day, and that the reward for waiting would be great. "Mike, you had better be up for what I'll need when I get home!" So she replaced the miniature device in the place it had been resting all day.

She smoothed her dress and reached for the stall door.

Bzzzzt!

Teresa sat back down as her legs gave out. She gave a panting moan and her hips bucked for one pump. Her nipples hardened as lust reached a new plateau in her. Her clit seemed to throb and her lower lips fluttered. She felt hollow, with bright little motes of bliss roaming inside her.

"Damn you, Mike! I can't wait anymore!" But she knew she had to.

Focusing, rising above the hot fog filling her, Teresa left the stall and went to the wash basins. She washed her face and fixed her makeup. Each second she waited for Mike to play with her again. The expectation kept her temperature high. She was getting to like her surprise, but was afraid of when it would happen.

Returning to her office Teresa sat down, with a rather unladylike posture. It was uncomfortable closing her legs all the way.

She finished her lunch and continued with her paperwork. Once again, her feelings started to dull under the prosaic activity of her work.

When the bureaucratic drudgery was done, Teresa started reviewing the photos she planned to use for the upcoming ad campaigns. Shortly she decided that one set needed something. She called the person responsible for that group of pictures. He soon arrived in her office with a slightly worried look on his face. He was new here and not sure of the corporate culture yet.

Teresa soon put his mind to rest. He hadn't fucked up. It just wasn't what she wanted. She explained this to him, showed him the photos and described what she thought would work better. He saw that she had a more experienced eye than him and listened carefully. He came back with some other observations.

"That's good, Dave," she replied when he made them, "I hadn't seen that myself…"

Bzzzzt!

Teresa's eyes popped a little this time. Her lust hadn't really gone away and this fresh buffet on her senses pushed her higher than ever. Her nipples hardened to stiff points, pushing against the fabric of her dress. She could feel a slight sheen of sweat form on her skin. Lubrication began to seep from her, wetting her panties again. Wildly, she hoped the phone was waterproof as a silly vision of the shock she might feel danced through her mind. Consciousness seemed to fade slightly at the rush of fire that passed through her.

"Ms. Collins?" impinged on her awareness. "Are you OK?"

She managed to sit up straight and smile weakly. "Yes. Another damned dizzy spell. I'm fine."

"Really? You don't look ill. More like..." Dave's eyes widened as his voice trailed away.

"Like what?" Teresa demanded.

"Uh, tired," Dave said. "Yeah, you look sleepy."

Teresa sighed. "I think that's all, Dave. Get back to work. Have the changes we discussed ready by Tuesday."

"I will, Ms. Collins. Thanks." He got up and left her office.

"Close the door, please," Teresa asked him and he did.

As the door shut, Teresa slumped to her desk and took the deep breaths her body demanded. "Good Christ!" went through her head, "How much more can I take!"

Each time Mike set off the phone, he had pushed her body higher. Now she was more turned on than she had ever been. Her body burned with lust. A fire that roared was burning in her now and it seemed to consume her.

She looked at the clock. It was barely after two. "I'm not sure I can last much longer." Only the strength of her promise kept her at work.

"Work," she thought, "work should distract me." So she got to it.

It helped a little, though not much. Her passion made it very hard to concentrate. Every motion had to be thought through. And every movement of her legs and hips caused the miniature device pressed against her wet heat to inflame her a little more. She kept checking the clock displayed on her computer monitor. Time seemed to crawl by.

Just as she looked at her computer screen for the umpteenth time it happened again. Bzzzzt!

Teresa's eyes lost focus and her eyelids flickered. She couldn't hold back the trembling moan of pleasure that passed her lips. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She splayed her legs again and sank into her chair, pushing her hips forward, presenting herself for love. Her internal heat climbed and filled her body. She seemed a second away from spontaneous combustion. Teresa felt a squelching sensation as her lower lips danced with need. She lay almost sprawled in her chair for long minutes, trying to fight down her feelings. Open mouthed, she drew in the massive amounts of air her body now demanded.

Eventually she managed to focus on her monitor once again. The clock now showed a little after four. "Almost there," flitted through her mind.




Buzz Me



She picked a tissue from the box on her desk and mopped up the sweat from her brow. Picking up her purse, Teresa walked out of her office and headed for the washroom. Her knees were wobbly. The very warm piece of metal sliding over her heated center sent impulses that threatened to make them give out at each step. Teresa put what she hoped was a normal expression on her face. But she was sure the fire burning in her shone from her face and filled her eyes.

Back in the bathroom and the stall she used last time, Teresa peeled her sopping undies from her lips and wiped herself down. She almost, almost, started to move her fingers inside to fulfill the demand that had spiked in her. Instead she recovered herself and replaced the impromptu sex toy her lover had given her. She went back to the basins and washed. Teresa decided against makeup, there was no way to put it on with the way her hands were shaking.

Returning to her office, she sat down again. Well, slumped actually. With bated breath, she waited for her next treatment.

None came. Slowly her desire faded. Just a little. She managed to sit up straight and look at her desk with an eye to doing something. She checked her computer's clock. It read 4:50 PM.

Teresa smiled. She could go home now. Home to her lover and what he had planned for her. Without any help from Mike's surprise, her passion and anticipation grew.

"God damn it," she recalled then. "I'm drinking with Maureen." A soft groan of frustration sounded. They had planned to meet at 5:30 in a bar ten minutes walk from Motive Fashions. Teresa's face clouded, knowing she had a while to wait yet.

Pulling a pen from its holder, Teresa took up a paper and tried to read it. She couldn't focus on the words at all. She could see them fine, but they made no sense. Her lust and expectancy were so high, they kept derailing her chain of thought.

The clock seemed to make sense. 5:00 it read. Then 5:10. And finally, 5:20. Teresa gathered her things and headed out. The office was almost empty now, what with it being Friday. There were several people in the elevator. She found this a little embarrassing. Teresa was sure they could smell her arousal. And certain the look on her face gave away her inner thoughts, which were now focused on Mike and important parts of his anatomy.

The walk to the bar seemed to take forever. The buildings seemed to crawl past and the people to rush by. Teresa felt like she was walking a tightrope. She was so excited and holding it in so tight that simple things like steps seemed complicated.

On reaching the bar, Teresa found a table and sat in a chair. She concentrated and managed to sit straight with her legs closed. She knew Maureen would be late as always. Teresa prayed not too late. She felt faint with arousal.

Something was spoken to her. Turning towards the sound, it took a second to recognise her friend.

"Man, Terry. You don't look so hot. Or rather too hot. You got a fever?" asked Maureen.

"A little," Teresa lied. Inside she grinned. "Fever indeed."

"Nothing a little bed rest can't cure," she continued. The internal grin grew bigger. The word 'bed' inspired images that had nothing to do with resting. Teresa could feel the flush in her cheeks deepen.

"Well, let's make it quick then," Maureen decided. "You should have called and canceled. I wouldn't have minded," said her friend.

"OK. I'm not that bad though."

So they got their usual drinks, bourbon on the rocks for Maureen and an apple martini for Teresa. They started to talk. Or rather Maureen talked and Teresa listened. Nodding her head to simulate encouragement and understanding Teresa sat and stewed in her own juices. Her lust didn't want to recede. It lapped at her senses. What her friend said came through in dribs and drabs but not enough to be fitted together coherently.

Just as she was raising her glass for a sip, Mike struck again. Bzzzzt!

Teresa dropped her glass as her body went limp from ecstasy. A long 'oh' groaned in the air. Her back slumped and her hips twitched. Bright little lights seemed to flash in her vision. Her lower lips began to flutter again, kissing the wet, warm metal pressing against her. The martini glass shattered as it hit the floor.

Maureen was on her feet and propping Teresa up in her chair. Her face was very worried. "Jesus, Terry! Are you all right? Do you need a doctor?"

Teresa managed to give a weak smile. "I just need to get home," she murmured. "Mike will look after me. I'm sure it's nothing major."

Her friend looked unconvinced.

"Just call me a cab," Teresa said with a bit more strength. "Mike will know what to do." "And if not, I'll show him," came her inner voice.

"OK, if you insist," acquiesced Maureen. She left some money on the table then helped Teresa to her feet and walked her outside. Flagging down a cab, Maureen placed Teresa inside and gave the address of the cab's destination.

"I'll call tomorrow," were her parting words.

Teresa said nothing to the cabby, just squirmed in her seat occasionally. These small motions teased her and Teresa maintained a high level of excitement the whole trip. This made the time pass very slowly. It was a surprise when she saw her building outside the window.

Teresa climbed from the cab. She would have forgotten her purse in her eagerness but she needed it to pay the cab. She pulled out what she was pretty sure was sufficient money to pay. Counting was too difficult and she was in a hurry. It must have been enough for the driver said nothing but "Thanks" and smiled.

Once more, Teresa concentrated on walking. Her legs felt like rubber. Again the movement of her nether lips on the smooth surface of the phone drove sharp spikes of pleasure into her. The elevator arrived, she entered and the door closed.

Bzzzzt!

Teresa slumped against the wall and moaned. She was so, so close to exploding. Her heart pounded. Her face went slack. Her knees shook and her hips shimmied. Her awareness shrank to the small hot spot between her legs.

The elevator door opened. Teresa shoved herself from the wall and stepped into the hall leading to her home. She focused on their door, using it as an anchor and goal. It was amazing that her legs could hold her up.

Bzzzzt!

Teresa stumbled under a fresh assault on her senses. Her eyes went wide and an unformed sound wheezed from her. Reaching out and grabbing a door knob she managed to avoid falling. With a mighty effort of will, Teresa gathered herself and continued down the hall.

Finally, she reached her destination. As she reached for the knob the door opened.

"Hi sweetie," greeted Mike, "Nice to have you home. Did you have a good day?" All he was wearing was a terry cloth robe. A peak in the front was pushed out by his erection.

Teresa stared at him, more specifically at where his cock was hidden. She wanted. She wanted him inside her; pushing, ramming, thrusting until she exploded. Images of the two of them rutting, screwing, fucking filled her mind. She had never been so consumed with the idea before. She lifted a shaking hand to move his robe aside, to reveal what her body craved.

Mike intercepted her hand and turning away said, "Dinner's ready." He pulled her along and she followed.

Teresa whimpered now. She knew she was going to have to wait some more. She couldn't wait anymore. But she found she couldn't act. She had been holding tight for so long that she wasn't able to let go. Mike had control over her now and she could only do things by his lead.

Somehow she found the wherewithal to speak. "Please," she whined.

Mike turned and gave her a loving smile. "Eat first, beautiful." His eyes sharpened with lust then. "We'll need our strength."

Teresa didn't say anything, that small effort to speak requiring all her will. Her consciousness faded into the most primal emotions waiting only for the right touch to release them.

They had arrived at the dining room by then. Mike sat her down. Dinner consisted of angel hair pasta with an Alfredo sauce and a lettuce salad with slices of green pepper and purple cabbage garnishing it. Mike's own oil and vinegar dressing with a little thyme and rosemary in it stood by to flavour the salad. He filled their plates and bowls, then sat and began to eat.

Teresa tried to emulate him. It wasn't easy. She couldn't focus and her hands still trembled. The food had little taste, it being far too subtle to push past the raging desire that filled her.

Mike stopped eating and announced. "I think that's enough. Time for desert." Teresa just looked at him, afraid to say anything, not knowing if she could. Desert meant more waiting and she was near the end. If she let go she would fade away, become some kind of spirit wandering the world, moaning for a completion that would never come.

Instead, he walked over to her. He placed an arm around her back, another under her legs and picked her up from the chair. Mike lowered his head to Teresa and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed into her and teased around inside.

With a gibbering moan, Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tightly. Her animal self realised the wait was over. She dueled with him. She wriggled in his arms, not being able to remain still. His body against hers and she began to release the tight hold on her emotions. Her heart began to soar.

Carrying his squirming burden into the bedroom, Mike placed her on the bed, on all fours with her ass towards him. He ran his hands up her legs, drawing the hem of her skirt up and over her buttocks. The muscles under his hands rippled. Teresa gave gasping little mews in response. This was what she she had been wishing for. She had been anticipating it, wanting it, demanding it. And the joy of it finally happening made her head expand, her stomach tighten and her pussy clench.

Once her cheeks were revealed, Mike took the band of her panties and rolled them down her thighs. Her miniature tormenter fell to the bed. Teresa groaned, glad of its loss and missing its touch all at once. Somehow enough rationality emerged to think, "Soon. Soon."

Mike lifted her knees and pulled her saturated raiment free of her. He leaned forward and kissed her left cheek. Subtle suckings and gentle pokes with his tongue played over the soft skin there. He could feel Teresa flex the firm buttock at his touch. He moved towards the crack and when he came to it, licked around the sensitive sphincter there. Teresa let out a gasping hiss at this. It was the first completely sensual thing he had done.

Mike moved downwards, licking at the sensitive strip of flesh between her two responsive portals. She emitted a soft, desperate noise as he did this. The feel of his hot tongue, pushing past the emotional wards she had erected, was making them weaken.

He moved lower still. He laved her labia, lapping up the tangy flavour of her. Wanting it fresh, he pushed the tip of his tongue inside. The wriggling of it over her sensitive inner lips made Teresa goggle. The feeling was almost what she wanted. But almost wasn't good enough. Her real want took hold of her mind and shook words loose.

"Mike?" she whimpered.

"Yes love?" he inquired.

"Please!" she demanded in a long, tremulous, shaking sibilance. The whole day sounded in her voice.

Mike looked scared for a second. He had hoped to arouse her. But this was beyond his ken. It almost seemed that his Teresa had been replaced with a slavering animal. He hadn't known she could want so badly. Then he smiled. He loved when she wanted. And now she wanted more than anything.

"Of course," he replied. He rose to his knees behind her, kneeling between her legs. Letting his robe fall to the bed, he aimed his erection at the wet, trembling lips that awaited him. Nestling the crown at her entrance he pushed with a long, slow pressure.

Teresa opened her mouth but no sound emerged. Every nerve in her seemed to be preoccupied with the marvelous organ finally inside her. She wanted to pump, to move Mike inside her. But she had been bought so high and had been holding it in so long, she couldn't let go. She hissed in a slight breath as he hit bottom and moaned quietly as he withdrew. Mike started a slow constant rhythm in and out of Teresa.

The steady movement eased Teresa's tight grip on her body and emotions. Small moves of her hips started to meet his thrusts. She began to pant as the fire that had been frozen began to loosen. It spread and shook loose more of her control. She could feel the edge she was going to fall over move closer.

"Yes, beautiful." Mike spoke to her. "That's it. Let go. I'm here and you can come for me."

At the word 'come' Teresa's body shook. The intimation of it bounced around in her mind. The promise jarred more words free. "Mike… Please… Fuck… Hard."

He picked up the speed and force of his plunges at her request. He watched her ass cheeks ripple from the force with which he drove into her. Teresa started to move more, her craving forcing her to take him, help him. A steady stream of grunts, sighs and moans came from her.

"God, woman." He knew that words could direct her passion, drive her to orgasm. "I want you to come so bad. I want to feel you thrum, squeeze, shake and quiver. I want to hear your noise as you let go. I want you!"

Teresa could sense the end approaching. But not fast enough. She needed now. The day's passion had to be released. She needed to come. Her need pushed one last word out. "Harder."

Mike grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He drove hard and fast into her wanting depths.

Teresa fell to her elbows, her arms too weak to hold her up anymore. The sweet friction inside built an enormous pressure inside her. The end was seconds away.

"Yes," came Mike's voice from an enormous distance. "That's it. Let go. Release yourself. Come."

At the last word Teresa let loose with a scream of utter bliss. Her body shook as her orgasm exploded in her. Overwhelming sweet waves of pleasure washed through her, flushing her skin, making sweat pour off her, leaking a hot wave of juice from her pussy. Eyes rolling back her head tossed frantically, flaying her hair back and forth.

Mike kept pumping and her climax went on and on. It would shrink just a little, almost allowing her to breathe and then it would sweep through her again. She could make only incoherent sounds, only move in a motion that kept the source of her joy beating inside her, only feel the electric heat that crackled within her. It swamped her mind and hid all rational thought under the most extreme carnality.

A "Now!" sounded distantly. And Teresa felt a new warmth, not her own, fill her. She snapped upright pressing her back to the man she loved. Although she didn't think it possible, her passion climbed yet again. She felt his hands take her breasts and squeeze, causing another wail of ecstasy filled the room. They moved against each, reaching a height neither had ever known.

Slowly, slowly, they stopped. They held to each other, aware only of the flaming warmth they felt. She felt Mike wilt to one side, collapsing to the bed and carrying Teresa with him. He was clinging tight, as if afraid she might vanish.

Teresa felt addled. Her mind could only absorb impressions, not form thoughts. It had been too much.

She wouldn't have complained even if she could. She had never felt so completely satisfied as she did at the moment. A dizzy smile was plastered on her face. Her eyes wandered, trying to understand what it was she was looking at. But it really wasn't important enough to care much.

Her view blurred for a second as she was rolled over. Teresa saw Mike's face and she smiled even more. Somehow, she knew this was the reason she felt so good. She reached out and pulled herself close, nuzzling into the neck of the most important thing in her life. An instant later she was asleep.

Two weeks later Teresa entered her bedroom once again. Looking in the mirror she took inventory. The new addition to her appearance was still there; she glowed with satisfaction, contentment and happiness.

She and Mike had been like teenagers, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. Being around each other had been a constant turn on. Often they didn't make it as far as the bedroom. Once, Teresa had him pull into a public parking garage and she had her way with him in the front seat of their car.

She had never felt so thoroughly loved in her life. Their frenetic coupling had begun to taper off though. It was hard to maintain that level of passion forever.

Teresa smiled at her reflection and thought, "I know just the solution to that."

She went to her dresser and pulled out the undergarment that had started the whole process. After putting it on she walked over to the bed, sat down and draped her upper body over Mike. He reached out of the covers to take her hand. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered.

"Good morning," Teresa whispered back, kissing his cheek. She sat back up and he rolled on his back to look at her.

"I'm off for work soon," she said, "but I want you to do something for me."

"If it's within my power, of course," he replied with a smile.

Teresa reached over to the night stand on his side of the bed. She took up the cell phone from the charging stand she had made sure it was placed in the night before. Drawing the front of her panties out from her hips she slid it home. The touch of it and the memories attached caused her to react immediately.

She gave a sweet, wicked smile and told him, "I want you to buzz me today."

FIN

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Buzzwords



My mind had completely drifted away into another time…another place. The rushing water of my bathroom shower had become the gentle roar of a warm, tropical waterfall as it cascaded over the side of a majestic cliff. The humidity permeating the large walk-in stall was now the morning mist of the islands and I…? I was the white goddess, bathing imperially beneath the rocks where my handsome, young native lover watched my every move worshipfully. As the water washed over me, I heard a quiet singing in my head. It was my lover’s hand I felt now (not mine!), gently, rhythmically rubbing between my moist steamy thighs, his other hand reaching up slowly to caress my bosom, tickling the hard nipple just about…(ring, ring!) just exactly…the way I…(ring, ring!)…

“Damn, damn, damn!!!”, I cursed out loud as I realized the quiet singing I had heard was not just the background music to my fantasy but the ringing of the cell phone I had thoughtlessly left on the edge of the sink. Knowing the moment was lost, I stepped drippingly out of the shower to see who it was I had to kill for ruining my flight of fancy.

“Hello! ,” I answered dejectedly. 

“Have you ever had anal sex?", was the brusque reply.

Stunned and angry, I clicked off suddenly, wishing there were some way to slam a cell phone. It immediately rang again but this time I was ready. “ Now look here, you pervert,” I snarled, “can’t you think of anything…”

“Excuse me,” interrupted the same voice, now sounding confused. “Is this Shannon Ferris?”

I paused before murmuring a quiet “yes”.

“This is Mitchell Grant. Did I catch you at a bad time?” Mitchell Grant, the reclusive, eccentric author? I was Mitchell Grant’s new editor at Siegel and Simon Publishers. Mitchell’s first, and to date only, book, KING OF THE TROUBLE SPOTS, had won several prestigious literary awards a decade ago but his follow-up had been plagued by what appeared to be terminal writers’ block. 

“Mitchell, I was assigned as your editor three days ago but we haven’t even met yet and you’re making obscene phone calls to me?”

“Well, you see, Susan—that’s my heroine—has just left the summer camp where she’s been working with her boyfriend because he’s been pressuring her about having anal sex. Ultimately, she decides to go through with it.” Still naked and dripping, I stood admiring my own body’s reflection in the full-length mirror across from the sink. My breasts seemed to shine. So what if they were thirtysomething and pointing in different directions, they weren’t bad. “ Hello! Shannon? You still there?”

“I’m sorry, Mitchell. Tell me your problem.”

“Well basically, I’m having a real tough time writing this sex scene between Susan and Troy and I was hoping you could help me. I want it to be erotic but it also needs to be realistic. It’s also a very important scene when it comes to describing her motivation for what happens later. 

Here, I’ll read you what I’ve got: She bent over the sink, wiggling her butt up at Troy. ‘Go ahead, then. I’m ready. Do it.’ she said with an oddly innocent resignation. He had long decided that this favorite fantasy would never occur and yet here was the girl he loved, spreading her cheeks in front of him. He reached under her and fingered the little man in her boat, using her copious flow to wet her delicate brown eye. He rubbed the juicy finger over the oh so inviting rosebud before him and gently slipped it in, then another, then eventually a third, loosening her up considerably. Finally, he put the head of his cock, now fatter than ever before, right up to her heinie!’”

“ Heinie? Heinie!!?” I was incredulous and began laughing uproariously. “And ‘little man in her boat?”’ Ha, Ha, Ha.

“’Little man in the boat’ is an expression referring to….” he began.

“Oh, I know what it refers to”, I laughed, “but no one, NO ONE has ever used that expression in real life because it sounds stupid! It’s like something out of PENTHOUSE LETTERS! Look, they’re young, they’re in love and she’s reluctantly giving in to what she considers his perverted sexual desires. Obviously, you want this scene to be hot but if it generates laughs, you’ve lost your reader. Why don’t you…?” CLICK!

“Hello? …Mitchell?” He had hung up. I didn’t have his number to call him back so I shrugged, picked up a towel and dried myself off. “Heinie”, I chuckled. Still, it was kind of hot. I thought of Susan giving in to her boyfriend as I moved into my bedroom. I went straight to my dresser drawer and took out my little silver vibrator. Then, I lay down on the still-made bed, my legs spread out in front of me and my own lightly fuzzed pussy still quite wet and ready. I clicked on the vibrator and closed my eyes as I ran the softly buzzing instrument across my skin on the way down to my aromatic, dripping crotch.

“You’re not hurting me”, said Susan in my mind. “Keep going!” It was still too tight to fit in as Troy rubbed his thick dick into her cheeks. He grabbed some lube and poured it all down her crack and his cock until it dripped all over the floor .He pushed again and again without any real success. “You are NOT hurting me!,” snarled Susan through clenched teeth. “Fuck my ASS!” She had gone from resignation to lust! Her fingers were going a mile a minute in her pussy, diddling her clit back and forth. Finally, in supreme frustration, and desperate to fuck something, Troy moved his dick down just a bit to the sticky, hairy entrance to her cunt and unexpectedly pushed, hard and deep. In the mirror, he could see her eyes pop when she realized what he had just done.

Oh, yes, this fantasy was working well for me. My vibrator buzzed back and forth in my hand as I ran it from my own clit to my asshole. The thought of Susan’s pussy being fucked so hard (no, my pussy!, MY pussy!!), kept me going. As I nursed my clit roughly but lovingly toward a massive cum, I could feel my entire body start to tingle. Oh, I wish I had Troy’s thick meat inside….(ring, ring!) Goosebumps covered my skin. A great wet spot was forming on my bed and my hips were starting to shake and buckle and…(ring, ring!) I was…. allllmmmooosssttttt…..(ring, ring!)

“WHAT? , WHAT? , WHAT?!!” I yelled into the phone when I picked it up off the dresser. “Jeez, you need to work on your telephone ettiquette, Shannon. Look, I’m sorry I hung up before. I’ve gone back to an earlier draft , a different sex scene. This one’s a whole different version .Let me try it out on you, okay?”

I sighed heavily but decided to work with what I had. “Sure”, I said, “but let me plug my cell into my speaker phone first, alright?” I fumbled with setting that up and then plopped myself back into bed, spread-eagled and ready, with my trusty vibrator at the still-sticky starting gate. “Ready!”, I shouted toward the phone. Suddenly his disembodied voice filled the dimly lit room.

“Okay, now this version actually has them at a much earlier state of their relationship. They’ve been working together all summer at the camp but, despite an obvious sexual attraction , nothing has happened…until now. Ready? Here goes:

Troy sat down on the bench next to Susan. He could tell she’d been crying again. ‘Hey, you wanna talk?’ 

‘No’, she sobbed lightly, wiping at her face with her arm. There’s nothing anyone can do.’ 

Troy tentatively reached out and put his arms around her, pulling her to him and feeling the roundness of her young breasts flattening against his chest for the first time. ‘You know’, he whispered with a slight choke in his voice, ‘sometimes two friends alone together late at night can be a comfort to one another.’ He searched the cabin with his ears and eyes to be certain that, in fact, they really were alone. ‘Sometimes….sometimes…’ he continued as he broke their clench. ‘…a friend can offer a gentle hand… in a most special place.’ As he went on, his own right hand had slid to her waist and beyond, softly rubbing the crotch of Susan’s shorts. It was an unexpected, but not unwelcome gesture’”

As Mitchell read, I had the vibrator on low, buzzing everywhere but my clit, waiting for it to get as hot as before. I was ready to explode all over my bed as Mitchell continued his phone sex, unaware.

“ In a moment, she had shifted positions to allow his hand access to her panties, aromatically soaked cotton. Two smooth fingers arched down past the waistband, squishing in the warm swampiness of her young womanhood. Her blue eyes met his, a little scared, a little trusting, asking questions that went unanswered for, as the two fingers slipped easily into her vagina, her eyes now closed and a low moan escaped her lips. ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. Troy, we can’t……’

‘Sshhhhhhh’, he cautioned. ‘ I can’t solve your problems but, just for tonight, let me make you feel good.’ He lightly brushed his lips across her neck and whispered in her ear ‘Let me make you cum.’ 

Susan nodded and managed to say ‘mmm-hmmm’, encouraging Troy. Her eyes looked huge as she almost unbelievingly watched him pull down her shorts, pull her now wringing wet panties aside and begin lovingly massaging her clit. She was nearly in a trance as her body’s tingles struggled to keep up with her friend’s fingers. They darted in and out of her tender, tight hole at a steady pace, squishing loudly in the night before always returning to the little bud at the top. 

The aroma in the room was intoxicating to Troy. ‘You smell so good.’he panted. I have to taste you. He waited for permission, which came only in the form of Susan sliding her behind up just long enough to get her panties off. Troy took them from her hands and held them to his nose. ‘Perfection!’ he said, as he took a long deep whiff of her essence. He wasted no time in turning his attention to the real thing. ‘ Its so pretty’, he purred with admiration. ‘Like some kind of flower’.

‘Is it?’, inquired Susan. I always thought it was ugly and smelled bad.’

‘Oh my God, no….’, he said. ‘Right now, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! And the smell? Honey, it…it’s you! It’s hot, it’s sexy. It makes me want to eat your… Say, what do you call it?’

Despite sitting with her legs and her lower lips spread open before him, she suddenly grew shy. ‘ I call it my…, my….pussy.’ With a slow rising smile, she added, ‘Eat my pussy, Troy. Eat my PUSSY!’ It didn’t take much to get him to comply.” 

Damn, Mitchell’s reading was good. We’d have to get him to do the book on tape. I’d buy a copy! My slippery finger had made it’s way into my asshole as my vibrator continued knocking at my front door. I wanted to hold off until Susan reached climax in the story but I didn’t know if I could. The combination of my own frustrated horniness and Mitchell’s hot reading was nearly overwhelming. 

In a moment, though, the decision was taken out of my hands. “You know…”, Mitchell said as he dropped out of character, “By reading it out loud, even I can tell that the pacing is way too slow. I’ll get back to you later, Shannon. Thanks for listening” Then a loud, echoing click as he cut me off….again. 

“Aaaaarrrggghhhh!!!!!!” Death would seem to be the prescribed punishment for giving me the female equivalent of blueballs. Well, there was no reason to assume he’d call back again. I’m responsible, as they said in the seventies, for my own orgasm. After all, he couldn’t possibly have realized that I was… (ring, ring!)The phone rang again, shattering the silence. This time I lunged for it. “Mitchell, do NOT hang up on me again!”

“Oh, sorry. Just some quick tightening up on that last part. It didn’t take long. Do you want me to start where I left off? How is it, by the way? What I’m trying for is, I guess, a delicate combination of hot, realistic and literary, but I’m afraid I don’t have that much experience and its not really the kind of thing one can research at the library.”

“Mitchell, I….It’s …well, why don’t you pick up where you left off? Then I’ll let you know what I think, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s see now…where was I?”

“HE WAS ABOUT TO EAT OUT HER FUCKING CUNT, YOU IDIOT!! HOW COULD YOU STOP JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO STICK HIS TONGUE UP HER PUSSY???!!!” That’s what I thought. What I said was “Oh, I believe they were about to have oral sex.”

“Oh, that’s right. Here we go: As she sat on the bench, Troy crawled between her legs. He stared admiringly a bit more, then delicately spread the slippery folds of her nether lips as if to make a path for his drooling tongue. Then he dived in. Wetness met wetness as Troy absolutely savored the special flavor of Susan’s sex, and Susan, in turn didn’t take long to flood his mouth with more of her juices. Her arms and legs began to literally shake and her thighs pressed in on his head, as if to keep him from stopping. She began to moan in a guttural monotone ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Feeling adventurous and wanting nothing more than to please her as much as possible, Troy began rubbing her clit with his fingers as his tongue slipped down easily to her puckered asshole and began to kiss it. It was damp from her pussy juices and he wasted no time in sticking his long tongue up inside her dark hole and wiggling it around as well as he could. The combination of both of her holes being worshipped sent her over the edge. The pitch changed in her moan. ‘OOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!!! Oh!, Oh!, Ohhhh, YES!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Unnnnnnnnn. Owwwww!!!Yes!!!!!’ As her breathing resumed normally, she reluctantly spread her sweaty, trembling thighs to let Troy up. 

He stood uneasily and wiped Susan’s stickiness off his face with the back of his hand. He licked it and smiled a naughty smile. ‘Deee-licious!’ He was still fully dressed and the large bulge and accompanying wet spot on his shorts immediately attracted Susan’s attention.

‘What about…him?’, she asked as she pointed.

‘This was about me making you feel good. Not about him.’ He glanced downward as he said it. 

‘Well, you made me feel real good. And now it would make me feel better to make you feel good. And…him’, she added innocently, her Southern accent showing more than usual. Her eyes stayed on ‘him’ the whole time. This was still the Susan he had admired all summer but there was something…wanton …about her now as she determinedly reached for his shorts and pulled down the zipper. His underwear was very wet from pre-come. As he stood, she just pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his cock. It was not the first she had ever seen but at this moment it was the most beautiful thing she could imagine, solid and angled nearly straight up, with beads of clear pre-come dripping from the tip and running down its length. She looked Troy straight in the eye and smiled a lusty smile as she used her tongue to lick the tip, kissing it gently then brazenly plunging her full lips over it.”

While Mitchell had been reading this last bit I just lay on the bed, eyes closed with him back on the speaker phone and Troy and Susan prancing through my mind. Realistic? Literary? I don’t know about that but hot? Damn! In a previous century, Mitchell Grant could have given Anonymous a run for his money as a pornographer! I had had to work my way back up after Mitchell’s earlier “Masturbatus Interruptus” but I was getting there. As Susan sucked Troy’s cock into her mouth, I started sucking on my little buzzy friend with three fingers in my snatch. Mitchell kept reading.

“All Susan could think about at this point was to please Troy; to make him come long and hard like he had done for her. It wasn’t like she had had a lot of experience with the male anatomy but what she was doing was certainly enough to make him feel fantastic. She licked her wet tongue around the sensitive head of his dick every time she stuck it back into her mouth. She wasn’t able to take him very deeply but he certainly didn’t care. When his eyes weren’t watching the amazing sight of this beautiful girl working between his legs, they were rolled up in his head in pleasure. The only sounds came from Susan’s lips smacking again and again, up and down on his rigid cock. After an entire season of sexual tension between them however, he knew he couldn’t last long. Instinctively, his left hand took its familiar place at the base of his pole, pumping the flesh toward her mouth. Her hands squeezed his ass cheeks as she kept up the pace. Time was rapidly running out to enjoy the sensations and Troy knew it. With a loud grunt, he warned ‘I’m gonna cum, baby!’ and then he did. She allowed the first blast into her mouth. It was hot, thick and salty, just like all the books said. It felt good sliding down her throat. She had to pull away from the rest, though, and Troy pumped it out all over her shirt, finally dribbling the last sticky white drops directly onto her tongue as she continued to kneel before him.”

That last bit did it. “Yes, Ohhhh, YES!!! UNGHHHHH….YESSSSSSSS!, Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!”, I cried (in wild abandon). 

The disembodied voice that had shepherded me though my sexual fantasies called out, a tad confused. “Hello, Shannon? Did I hear you say ‘yes’? Did I get it right that time? Shannon, are you listening to me? Did I make it real enough? Hot enough?”

All hot and sweaty, I leaped off the now soaking bed and grabbed the cell phone. “Uh….Mitchell. No,…I mean, uh…I think that was pretty…..I mean…it was still missing something, you know? But don’t worry, I’ve got some ideas that might help with your research. Tell you what…let’s see. What time is it, anyway?”

“Little after two AM. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll call you tomorrow at the off…”

“NO! No. I mean. I’m gonna throw on some clothes and take a cab to your place. I think this problem requires more of a hands-on approach. I promise you one thing Mitchell. I’ll help you lick that thing of yours…. even if it takes all night!”  

END