It’s hard for me understand. I’ve got to get a grip on myself. I’ve got to figure it out. How can someone, so far away, a thousand miles or more, generate such feelings. And yet I felt the ache, the moisture, the swelling.

It was a hot July night, humid, dark, without a moon. I had finished my bath and slipped on my favorite old t-shirt. I turned the light down to where it was just a faint glow. Expecting his call, I was sitting in my easy chair, one leg thrown over its arm, my head laid back, my eyes closed when the phone rang. The call started just like others. Where he was now. Where he would be next week. We talked about our business, and our mutual hobby, computers. We’re both pack rats, always running out of space because we can’t get rid of anything. Always moving files and programs from one area to another, always reorganizing. We spoke about a photo he had sent me of himself. But there seemed to be something else going on. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and then…

“Julie. Would you do something for me? One little thing?” A pause. and before I could reply, “Would you touch your nipple while we talk?”

I felt stunned, like I had been hit. Not by a fist or anything violent, more like a shock wave. Something was being pulled from me. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to let out. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I could feel the heat in my face. My heart seem to beat harder or at least I became aware of its beat. Would I do it? Could I reply?

“Ok.” I don’t know how long it took me to get that one word out.

“And would you imagine that it is my hands cupping your breast, holding it up so that my ataköy escort lips brush the nipple like edge of a chalice.”

A fog seem to enter the room. A mystic fog. I was becoming encased in it. It was beginning to shut out the rest of the world. My hand trembled as it moved up my shirt to my breast. I squeezed, held myself tight for a minute, imagining it was his hand, his power that pressed against me. Then I moved to my nipple, already hard, first taking it between two fingers to sense and feel its response, and then beginning a soft stroking through the cloth.

“Ok.” What was happening to me? I could feel his lips on me, gently sucking, kissing. His teeth brushing my nipple. The heat of his mouth on my breast. My hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me. He was there and yet …he wasn’t.

“Julie?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Julie?”

My mind pleaded, “No, please, no..”

“Julie?”

“Yes.”

“Now take your hand and touch your clit. Just touch it and feel me there.”

My lips parted as my tongue returned moisture to them. My fingers moved down across my mons, to the hood of my clitoris. My pelvis let me know of its presence as a dull ache began to rise. Fear caused my body to shiver. But fear of what? My fingers pressed against the hood and as they did my whole pussy moved. A velvety moisture began to seep between my labia, their swelling unable to keep it in. He couldn’t see me but his presence caressed me. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as I pulled the lips gently out, massaging one against the other. How could I be bahçelievler escort doing this? I was losing control. I had to stop.

“Ok.” “Now feel me.” “I do.” Quiet…no words. I didn’t know what to say. I had to stop and think about what was happening, why it was happening. No harm was there and yet it was …dreamlike…it was frightening.

“I’ve got to go now.” I couldn’t leave it at that. My words were a whisper. “But I’ll tell you something. Tonight, when I go to sleep, I’ll hold one breast and think of this phone call.” My face was on fire. “And that it is my hand?” “Yes.” “And that it is my cock next to you, hard, pressing against you?”

“Julie?” “Julie?” “Yes…I will.” “Good night Julie. I’ll talk to you soon.” “Good night. Sleep tight.” I hung up the phone. My heart was pounding. My brain was swimming. My clit was ablaze with its demand. My breast felt the pain caused by my own unconscious squeezing, as my newly freed hand had fond its way beneath my shirt. I was covered with sweat. My legs were now spread even more as my other hand continued to slowly massage and stroke my pussy, sometimes stopping and just holding it in my hand, pressing against myself. The moisture first covered the labia and then the finger that gently moved up and down between them. My vagina wept its tears as it wished my fingers to its opening and then…inside. I could feel the ridges and their swollen sensitivity. I didn’t have to go deep. Response was everywhere. I pressed my breast even harder as one finger began to move within me. What would he be doing now. Would he be watching bağcılar escort TV, his feet propped up, having a drink or just brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed. Or would his hand be moving up and down his cock, feeling it get harder, imagining it was my hand or my lips stroking him? Could he feel the hair from my head brushing against his legs? Were my nipples between his lips? .Were my fingers sensing his swelling need, caressing his balls as the sacks softened in my hand? Would his eyes be closed as he tasted my juices? Would his cream burst out, covering his abdomen, my hand, my breast?

The fog is everywhere as I realize I am entering a new space, a mystic space, a space of serene sensuality. What I seek will be mine. I can now take my time. There is no urgency. My fingers move slowly, carrying me deeper into my mind. The feeling in my vagina mixes carnal eroticism with pain and both with a sense of soft floating. I’m a passenger adrift within my pelvis, my pelvis afloat within my mind, feeling and experiencing from within. My brain has become a sexual organ. My vagina, clitoris, labia, fingers, breasts, all there, reaching for each other, coming together. My breathing is now deeper, my heart pounding through my breast. And yet…I could stay this way for ever. A rapture of sexuality has enveloped me.

I allow the orgasms to begin. I can feel my fingers being pulled inside. My spasms erupt and then again, and again and again. My hands presses harder. Still more and then more. I swim in an ocean of sensuality, eroticism, lust. I am naked, and its waters bathe me.

The haze lifts a little. I realize I’m still in my chair. I’ve got to get to bed. I’ve got a lot to think about. But not now. I seem to have lost control. I stumble and reach for the wall as I move to the bedroom. All because of a phone call.

I lay between my sheets with a promise to keep. My hand cups and softly presses my breast. My eyes close. I sigh.

Good night. Sleep tight. —

M_Y_Erotica, my editor, thank you, thank you, thank you. This last chapter has become my favorite with your help.

The Bet, Ch. 03

We carried our bet out to the end of the regular season and continued it through the playoffs. Each sexual adventure getting better with our added practice. But the wager was almost at an end, for the Super Bowl was upon us. This time each of us chose a different team. Winner takes all.

I sat on the couch watching the game – New England Patriots vs. Carolina Panthers – no longer sure if I wanted to win or lose, since I scored either way. So far, though, it was a close game, and I looked forward to the ending with great anticipation. One last time he was going to be mine, and as it did whenever I thought of being with him, my pussy swelled with anticipation.

Needless to say, I lost. Needless because I had completely tanked the playoffs. I couldn’t understand how I had managed to do so well during regular season, yet managed to bomb so badly now. But there it was. Not that losing had necessarily been a bad thing. So far I had been enjoying the hell out of it, and I was sure that this last time I would enjoy it once more.

Since Sean’s norm over the last few weeks had been to email me messages with instructions regarding where I was to meet him and when, I was surprised to see him waiting at my desk when I walked in Monday morning.

“Hello,” I said with a smile, pleased to see his happy face first thing in the morning.

“Good Morning. Disappointed that you lost?” He leaned one hip against my desk, folding his arms as though daring me to say that I was. He looked relaxed and comfortable, and I felt as though something had changed between us. However without confirmation of that belief, I was unwilling to let myself trust the instinct.

“Maybe a little. After all, it’d be nice to go out on top.” I looked at him from underneath my eyelashes and caught him as he rolled his eyes and choked back surprised laughter.

“Perhaps you still will… come on top, that is.” A smile twinkled in his eyes.

I felt my heart squeeze with emotion as I watched him. It would be difficult to let him go, but, since our relationship was still hidden from general knowledge, I held no belief that he felt the same way. Familiar with the strictly sexual relationship from experience, I simply prepared myself to say goodbye as best I could.

He cleared his throat, and I looked up at him. “Now, for those instructions. I’d like to pick you up at your apartment at seven o’clock, Saturday night. I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date or something. Celebrate the end of a beautiful football season.”

I looked down quickly, attempting to squelch a sudden feeling of depression that swept over me. Looking like the end of a beautiful, orgasmic friendship too, I thought. Forcing a smile, I glanced up at him and nodded, then looked back down again, attempting to appear busy organizing the work that had piled up on my desk overnight.

Sean’s arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, and I felt his head rub the side of my neck. I giggled in response to his nuzzling as he said, “Hey, don’t be so glum, chum,” his voice dropping to a deep, husky whisper. “After all, I think you’re really going to like what I have planned.” Then with a kiss and a tiny little nibble on my neck, which sent a shiver down my spine, he left.

It was going to be a long week.

*******

I spent all Saturday getting ready. Wanting to please and surprise him, I shaved from head to toe. Well, if I wanted to be technical about it, I suppose I should say I shaved from underarm to toe, but the end result was the same. I was bare and baby smooth in every spot that counted. Finally, pushing the envelope just a bit, I chose a short mini skirt and white form-fitting sweater to wear, leaving off my bra and underwear. I wouldn’t need them anyway, and I hoped the sight of my hard nipples through the fabric would fuel his desire. I also, just for fun, added a flavored nipple cream to the mix and added a few light spritzes of perfume in mysterious places he could have fun finding. Two, I had learned over the weeks, could actually play the game, even if only one of us could have control of it.

At precisely 7:00 p.m., Sean’s car pulled up in front of my apartment building, and I watched through the window as he made his way to the door. He was dressed simply, jeans and a sweatshirt, but it was a look I loved on him. Made me want to simultaneously cuddle with him and rip off his clothes. I groaned. Already, just with the sight of him, I was hot, wet, and ready, that effect he had over my body never fading after all these weeks.

He knocked on the door, and I went to open it, suddenly nervous, excited, and saddened all at the same time. Was this really to be our last time together? With no more inspiration to fuel us on, I didn’t know if he’d want to continue our… What? Hell, I didn’t even know what to call it. Was it a fling? A relationship? bakırköy escort Sighing, I came to the conclusion once again that it probably didn’t really matter. I’d simply commit as much of it to memory as I could. To savor. To relive. To masturbate to. The last thought brought a grin to my face, and I knew my eyes lit up with it.

“Hi” I said happily.

“Hey there, you sexy little thing,” he grinned and I could feel myself start to glow. My nipples were already stiff peaks of excitement and I waited for him to notice them through the sweater. It didn’t take long.

“No bra?” His eyebrows rose. “That’s not playing fair. I wonder… is there anything else I should know?”

I spread my legs just a tad and watched as his eyes drifted down to my legs. I hoped he would take the bait I was offering and go exploring with those long, sexy hands of his. “Maybe. Maybe not. I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”

He chuckled and I jumped as I suddenly felt his hands on my mound. His eyes instantly darkened with desire and I hid a smile as his breathing became heavy.

“You shaved,” he said with a groan. “And no panties either. Tsk…tsk…tsk…Just what, I wonder, should we do about that?”

Saying nothing, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pulling me apart to sink into the heart of me. But it was over too soon, and I sighed.

“Soon. It will happen soon enough,” he chuckled. Sounding chagrined he added, “Mostly, because I now have a hard-on that is getting more painful by the moment.”

He looked down at me smiling and I smiled in return, nuzzling his neck with my nose, loving the scent of him. He grabbed my hand, and together we left.

Game time.

******* Every year after the Pro Super Bowl, the high school alumni association challenges the current football team to a lesser version of the match. Fanfare and celebrations perk up the little town, and for one night people leave the warmth and sanctuary of their house to revel in it. Cars line the streets for blocks, and students urge people to park in the lots for a small fee to support various activities. As I watched Sean maneuver the car into one of the lots closest to the high school, I couldn’t hide the look of surprise that came into my eyes. After weeks of hiding our relationship we were going to the one place guaranteed to grab the attention of all who saw us. He turned and grinned at me. After grabbing a blanket from the back seat, we were off.

It had been fifteen years since I had graduated from this high school and yet it looked exactly the same as it had when I was a student. The only change to the football field was the addition of covered bleachers. With Oregon’s tendency toward rain, I couldn’t help but think that this was one of the best improvements imaginable.

The bleachers were full to busting and people milled around on the sidelines as they waited for the teams to charge onto the field for the beginning of the game. As we climbed the stairs to find seats we called out to friends and neighbors we knew, talked about various local happenings, and I started to question my decision to go bare, as anyone looking up at us from below had a full view of what I wasn’t hiding. As we neared the top of the stands, we both stopped and turned at the sound of a very familiar voice coming from below, our boss.

“It’s about damn time you two realized you’re perfect for each other.” He said happily. “Have a good time tonight, you two.”

We watched him walk away and I leaned toward Sean whispering, “If he only knew.”

Sean laughed and replied, “Honey, from his position below you, I’d imagine he does know.” Sean winked at me and as I caught his meaning my face heated with embarrassment. Tugging on Sean’s hand I urged him, to his laughing delight, to hurriedly continue our climb. Finally, we found seats on the very top bleacher overlooking the field and Sean spread the blanket over us. It was an easy togetherness, especially now that I wasn’t showing myself to my boss, I thought ruefully.

The game started and Sean whispered in my ear, “First quarter… and first base”.

I laughed. “First base? I think you have your games confused.”

He grinned and grabbed my hand jostling it a little bit. “First base.”

We held hands through the first quarter, only separating them to clap and cheer. It was cute and sexy at the same time. I was amazed that the simple act could make me so giddy with excitement. Almost as though I was a teenager in high school and had just realized that the boy I liked seemed to feel the same.

By the end of the first quarter, the kids were ahead of the adults by 14 and the temperature had dropped about five degrees, but, cuddled under the blanket with Sean, holding hands, I didn’t care about either. I snuggled closer, wanting more of him. Yet, it was at this moment that he withdrew his hand from mine. I looked up into his eyes only şirinevler escort to be greeted by his smile.

“We can’t stay at first base forever. After all, it’s the start of the second quarter. It’s time for second base.”

I shook my head and replied with amusement. “You’re nuts.”

I felt his arm wrap around my back, and heard his soft laughter, his warm breath cascading down my neck in waves as he leaned toward me. At the soft touch of his lips to my neck, I turned my head towards him and raised my eyes to his, only to find him watching me. His hazel eyes were warm and full of expectation, and my stomach flip-flopped as I watched his gaze leisurely and seductively lower to my mouth. Instinctively I moistened my lips. The noise of the crowd faded away.

His mouth descended to mine, and his lips caressed more than kissed. The softness of their touch moved languidly back and forth over mine as they parted in response. His tongue poked out to trace the outside edge of my lips before finally nudging its way into my mouth.

I wanted him so much, always and still. I couldn’t be too close or have enough of him. It was as though he fed something deep inside of me that had been starving until I met him, and the realization of that hunger filled me with desperation. Opening my mouth, I hungrily drew him in and devoured. The coarseness of his tongue, the contours of his teeth, the lingering taste of mint. I savored them.

I felt his hand creep beneath the blanket and the soft touch of his palm brushed upward along my bare leg. Higher and higher it climbed pausing to toy with the hem of my skirt, lifting it. His fingertips crept between my thighs and gently nudged them apart. Trembling, I grabbed for the sides of his sweatshirt for support and, ever so slightly, parted my thighs. Cool air rushing up from below toyed with the moisture seeping from my hole, adding to the awareness of my yearning for him. His fingertips softly brushed against the outer lips of my womanhood before slowly parting them and caressing the folds hidden inside.

Finally, we broke apart and ended the kiss and I drew in a shaky breath. The heat reflecting in his eyes mirrored the heat racing through my body. I took a moment to look away from him in an attempt to calm my racing nerves and caught the eye of an older couple that had been looking on. They both smiled a knowing smile, and I returned it, feeling a mixture of companionship and silent understanding. They had once been in this position too, I thought. They knew passion, and it made me feel good sharing their secret. I looked back at Sean to see if he had witnessed the exchange and was met with a slow, sexy smile. Without speaking, Sean grabbed the blanket, grabbed my hand, and together amid a few cheers from the people that had seen our kiss, we made our way down the bleachers.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I looked at Sean, still a little dazed from the intensity of our kiss, curiosity on my face. This evening was full of surprises so one more definitely wasn’t going to hurt anything.

“Not going to ask what it is, huh?”

I shook my head, a smile toying at my lips. I was content to wait and actually be surprised but amused at the little kid in him wanting to spill the beans early.

At the bottom of the stands, we started toward the opposite side of the field where the visitors usually sat. When the school added the covered stands they chose to move the old seating area, complete with announcer’s booth, to the other side, viewing it as an improvement to the old visitor seating area. It was full of people as well, and when we arrived, we repeated the hellos and conversations of earlier as we made our way to the top. Instead of locating seats, however, Sean went up to the vacant announcers loft and opened the door, guiding me inside.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside but when things finally started to come into focus, I noticed that on the floor of the loft lay an inflatable mattress. Sean stepped towards it and covered it with the blanket. A few fat pillows were dropped in various spots and on the desk below the bank of windows sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Warm air caressed my skin and I realized that someone must have turned on the small space heater prior to our arrival. The corners of my mouth twitched in amusement and I made a mental note to ask if he had ever been a boy scout. As prepared as he was, he probably earned his patches early.

Cheers, loud and sudden, broke through the night, and I turned as the closing of the door suddenly muted them. I heard the click of the lock and watched as Sean tested the door to make sure of its security. Unexpectedly, nervous knots tied themselves in the pit of my stomach.

“So…” I hesitated unsure if I should ask the question. “Is this my surprise?” I looked around the 8-foot by 10-foot space of building with what I hoped was a look of appropriate güngören escort pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be happy that we were now enclosed in the home of a few dozen creepy crawly things. I attempted a wide smile and looked at Sean for an answer.

With a look of amusement from beneath his lowered lashes, he shook his head with exaggerated slowness. “No.”

The boards creaked as he walked toward me, and I could feel a blush spread over my arms and face. I was amazed that I could feel so insecure only an hour after feeling like a little sex kitten. “Oh… okay. What’s my surprise then?”

“Patience. You didn’t want to know earlier, so now you have to wait.”

I pursed my lips into a pout and felt the warmth of his as they covered mine for a fleeting second, then felt a tingling of excitement in the pit of my stomach as his fingertips traced their way down my arms. They paused at the cuffs of my sleeves, toying with the fabric. I looked down as his breathing warmed my skin. With painstaking slowness, he brought his lips to mine again and this time rested there, nibbling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I felt his touch at my waist and pulled away from his mouth as my sweater was drawn up over my head. I felt the softness of my hair brush against my back as my head dropped backward opening up the expanse of skin on my neck. He took the hint, and his lips and teeth descended to nibble and kiss, sending tingles down my spine.

The fabric of my skirt brushed my skin as it fell away from my body and landed at my feet. I stood naked in his arms. I pulled my arms in and cuddled into the coziness of his sweatshirt, feeling protected and sexy as his fingers once again traced down my skin sending electric currents racing through me.

On tiptoes I placed my lips on his, greedy for another taste of him. I felt my feet leave the floor as he lifted me up to straddle his waist, and then without warning we were both tumbling down on the blanket beneath our feet. His body pressed intimately with mine, his clothing against my nakedness and the thrill of the naughtiness of the act making me wet with anticipation. He ground against me and I moaned with pleasure wanting and needing to feel him inside my body.

His mouth left mine once again and I whimpered at the feeling of abandonment, but then I realized his destination. My legs opened as he kissed his way down my body, pausing to bite on each of my nipples eliciting a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I writhed on the blanket, the anticipation of the moment doing nearly as much for me as the actual act would have. But even in that, I realized, I was wrong. He had a patience that far out-weighed mine, and I nearly died when I discovered that he was still minutes away from final capture.

Suddenly, his fervor gentled and he paused. He seemed thoughtful for a moment and I felt him move back up to my breasts. I looked down as his tongue stroked broadly over my breast and then retreated into his mouth.

His brows drew together and a look of confusion crossed his face, “What the hell?” he whispered to himself.

My stomach bounced with the force of my quiet, responding laughter. I had completely forgotten about the flavored nipple cream. His eyes darted upward to meet mine and the look of puzzlement sent my giggles upward. As I struggled to control myself, he finished licking off the flavoring from my left breast before moving over to the right.

“Mmm… Strawberry.”

I waited for him to lick the flavoring off of the right nipple, still stifling laughter, but instead he chose to close his entire mouth around my breast and suck hard. I gasped in response and moaned with appreciation of his suckling. Momentarily leaving my breasts he launched himself up for a quick kiss before heading further south. A heaviness expanded in my chest. A force of emotion born from the joy in knowing that he could make me feel such happiness and pleasure almost simultaneously. Simple delight in just being with him. It took over and sent a rush of adrenaline crashing upward making me lightheaded and dizzy.

I felt his hands beneath my knees as they lifted and pulled, placing my feet on the ground and spreading my knees apart. His fingertips touched my baby bare skin and pulled the lips of my pussy apart exposing all of my hidden treasures to his eyes. Cool air hit places that had never felt the chill before and I felt my clit swell in reaction as the moisture from my cunt trailed its way down to my asshole tickling me.

He massaged my pussy lips with his thumbs gently moving up and down from the top folds down to the thin folds guarding my slit, over and over in a slow gentle motion as his breath caressed my skin. One finger found the moisture and used it to circle around my hole until finally easing its way inside me, circling inside the tightness of my body. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted his mouth on me!

I grabbed onto the blanket above my head for leverage as I attempted to arch my hips toward the heat of his mouth and I cried out in triumph as the broad stroke of his tongue swept up my pussy from the base of my cunt to my clit, circling there and then receding back downward in a slow circling motion. His tongue once again found my hole and I felt it poke itself inside, slowly fucking my pussy in a sweet stabbing motion.

I have written quite a few “mainstream” (ie non erotic) stories based on songs. Everything from “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” to “Ruby, don’t take your love to town”. This story is very much about sex though, and is based on a song released in 1990. If you haven’t guessed the song by the end – it’s revealed there. Don’t cheat and look ahead, it might spoil the “twist”.

As ever, comments and positive and negative criticism are very welcome. And I’ll reply to any non-anonymous email comments. Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. BW

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July 18th

The low hum of the air conditioning, coupled with the goosebumps the cool air had created on his naked body slowly dragged him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at the note for over five minutes. It had the hotel logo at the top, but had not been written using one of the hotel’s cheap pens – the elegant, unhurried handwriting had been created with an expensive fountain pen. Elegant and unhurried, just like she had been. He stared again at the final part, the last sentence kept going round and round in his head.

“Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare – just live in my memory, you’ll always be there.”

It sounded poetic, and maybe it was for that reason that he knew he would remember those words for the rest of his life. No, it wouldn’t be for that reason; it would be because of the eighteen hours he had just spent. Eighteen unforgettable hours. He looked at the bed with its ruffled sheets and scattered pillows, and despite the air conditioning, the strong smell of sex filled the room. In his mind he could see her head resting on the pillow, her short dark hair dusted with blonde highlights, her hazel eyes that seemed to be always twinkling with a hidden secret, her perfect breasts and the nipples his mouth had lovingly kissed.

He switched on the coffee pot and went into the bathroom, his tanned body contrasting sharply with the crisp, white tiling. He could feel the shower’s hot needles stinging the small scratches she had left on his back. His hand ran across the stubble on his cheek, the stubble she had playfully complained about as it rubbed against her thighs. As he closed his eyes and turned his face up to the stream of hot water, his mind was filled with the first time he saw her just a few hours ago…

Since he was sixteen, ten years ago, Don had hitched from the main road his near his uncle’s farm to his home. It was a two and half hour car journey, and on a bad day it would take him six or seven hours. But he enjoyed meeting the people who offered him a lift and he had the time to kill. Yesterday, he had set off just after lunch. The summer storm had been as unexpected as it was spectacular, and within a couple of minutes he was soaked. His jeans and shirt were stuck to his body. Don was just thinking about going back to his uncle’s place, with the inevitable fındıkzade escort “I told you so” that Aunt Beth would utter, when the silver Merc pulled up. The window hummed half open, and he heard the voice of an angel:

“You look like you could use a ride, get in!”

Don didn’t wait to be asked twice, and with a hasty “Thank you” slid into the passenger seat. As the car slid effortlessly away from the kerb, he wiped the raindrops off his glasses and looked at his saviour for the first time. She was drop dead gorgeous. He had always preferred women with short hair, and the highlights in hers seemed to be ignited by her gold and diamond earrings. On some people, the expensive jewellery would have seemed at odds with the jeans and denim jacket – but not her, she’d make a sack tied with string look stylish.

“Thanks again, you just saved me from drowning I think.”

“Don’t worry about it. Where are you headed?”

He thought Christmas had come when she said she was going the same way as him. After the initial hesitant conversation, they started exploring subjects they were both into. Their conversation was easy and relaxed. Occasionally, he’d glance across and they would briefly make eye contact, and smile. They discussed books – he liked Sci Fi, she liked Thomas Hardy. They talked films and TV, and talked politics and music. They loved it when they agreed, but loved it even more when they disagreed and playfully mocked each other’s choices. The longer their conversation lasted, the more of it they spent smiling and laughing.

After about an hour, she noticed him shiver – and realised he must be freezing because his clothes were still wet.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to say to a guy ‘let’s get you out of those wet clothes’ – but for now, I think you’re going to have to make do with coffee to warm you up.”

With a cheeky smile, she pulled off the road, and drove into a hotel. They found the coffee shop just off the reception, and once inside they settled down opposite each other in one of the booths. He then saw just how spectacularly good looking she was, and for the first time he drowned in the pools of hazel that were her eyes. Like her hair, her irises had little flecks in them – and that’s what seemed to make them sparkle. The coffee came, and as she was getting warm in the cosy restaurant, she took off her jacket. No longer hidden by the loose outer clothing, Don for the first time saw the shape of her breasts, and the nipples poking playfully at him. She caught him looking at her chest and raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side. As she did so the light twinkled on the expensive earring that dangled down.

“See anything you like?”

The conversation, and with it their relationship had clearly reached a crossroads. Don had two choices. Defuse the merter escort rising sexual tension with a witty quip and go back to talking music, or turn the dial up another notch. With the flecks in her eyes twinkling at him, and her glossed lips curled into the faintest of smiles, there was only one way it was going to go.

“Actually, I think you are absolutely perfect!” Then he raised his eyes in embarrassed disbelief. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I actually said that!”

“In that case, I think it really is time we got you out of those wet clothes!” and with that she dropped some cash on the table and was heading for the hotel check in desk before Don realised what was happening. At the hotel reception, Don thought he detected the faintest smile from the receptionist when she asked if they had any luggage to collect from the car.

With a “Nothing we can’t handle” comment his…what was she?.. friend, lover, driver? .. headed for the lift. As the doors glided shut, their eyes locked together, and as they moved towards each other for the kiss they both knew was inevitable, the lift jerked to a halt. The doors slid open and the two of them simultaneously sprang apart, smirking like naughty eleven year olds, as a hotel maid smiled and got in. As the lift moved up he slid his hand over to hers, and she held and gently caressed it with her pale, slender fingers. There was an ache in his chest, and it seemed his stomach had suddenly given birth to a swarm of butterflies that were battling to get out. He couldn’t swallow; his mouth felt dry. It was still about the only part of him that was. The musty smell of his drying clothes contrasted sharply with the expensive perfume she wore.

Once inside, their first action was the kiss that had almost happened earlier. It was long, unhurried, tender – and, thought Don, all the better for the wait. He gradually felt her nervously unbuttoning his shirt, and with the briefest break in the kiss, she looked into his green eyes: “I told you that you have to get out of these wet clothes – you need to warm up in the shower.”

The memory of the way they had washed, caressed and explored each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths, the way she looked wrapped in the fluffy, white hotel towel, and the way she had let it slide to the floor as she led him to the bed was so vivid that he was sure she was still here with him. But the words of the note came back to him “Just live in my memory, you’ll always be there”. He sat on the hotel bed with that same towel wrapped round his torso, the torso that only a few hours earlier her legs had been wrapped round.

He looked at the crumpled bed and thought again of last night. He was not inexperienced when it came to sex, but the intensity of their lovemaking had been something entirely new to him. He remembered the first time: maslak escort their eyes had been locked together in fierce concentration. He recalled the taste of blood as he kissed her, after she had bit her lip in the intensity of the moment.

After that, their hours of repeated lovemaking had become varied and fun, without losing any of the passion and tenderness. At one point, as he lay on his back with her astride him, riding him in long, slow movements. He looked at her:

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Tomorrow is for names, now shut up and kiss me again.”

In the end, sapped of the last drips of energy they had fallen asleep. He on his back with his right arm around her caressing her breast, and her on her side with her head on his shoulder and right arm and leg draped over his body. As he drifted into the kind of sleep that only exhausting, fulfilling sex can bring, he wondered what tomorrow had in store.

He looked again at the note …..

July 16th, 3 years later

“I don’t know why you still hitch hike!” Aunt Beth said as she kissed him goodbye.

“I told you, I like to meet and talk to people”

“Maybe you’ll meet a nice girl then. It must be a couple if years since you had anyone in tow for more than a few weeks.”

“Ah, you know me, too picky – just never met the right person.”

But Don had never told anyone the real reason that he still hitched this journey but drove his car everywhere else – and he also had never told anyone that he had already met the right person. His wallet still held that precious note. He didn’t look at it any more, simply because he didn’t need to. He knew every word, knew every punctuation mark, and knew the shape of every letter her perfect hand had created.

Today was hot and bright. Don thought that if it wasn’t to be his silver dream machine, then a convertible would be a cool ride today. In the end it was a Merc – not a silver SLK, but shiny, black four by four with heavily tinted windows. The passenger window hummed down and the voice of an angel said:

“You look like you could use a ride, get in.”

There was a second while the voice and words sank in, and Don looked again into those shining, twinkling, smiling eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and his eyes caught a movement in the back seat. The bright green eyes of the two year old little girl stared inquisitively at this strange man leaning in at the window. Don had seen those eyes before, in the mirror – every morning. He looked back to the woman in the front seat, who just smiled and nodded.

The warmth of her hand as she explained was small consolation. He could feel the gold ring that had been missing three years ago. The ring that the man she loved had given her, but he couldn’t give her the thing that was missing from their lives. Don could – and had.

As he watched the tail lights fade into the distance, he took the note from his wallet, and let it fall away in the evening summer breeze. Time to get on with his life …

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The words of the note are a bit of a give-away. But the song the story is based on is “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You” performed by Heart and written by Robert John “Mutt” Lange.

The flight to Phoenix from San Diego was uneventful, except for the level of my anticipation. I was wondering if she would show up. I was looking forward to the opening of a national exhibition of contemporary painting that represented the best artists and their work in that genre. I was pleased to have been asked to participate, but was apprehensive about how my painted tables would be received. All that melted away at the thought of meeting her.

I had met Irene online, in a chat room. We connected immediately, something about the way she typed? She was a musician and an artist, and that seemed to spark each other’s interest. She was also much younger than I, and from what she told me, an extremely hot and attractive Latina. We ended up cybering the first time we met. It was hot and she knew just what to say to get me hard. The second time, she called me on the phone, and we had the most amazing simultaneous, orgasmic experience. That started three months of e-mails, instant messages and phone calls. I had sent her pictures of me, but had never received an image of her. Her beauty came out in her voice and her words. Now at the brink of finally meeting her, I was wondering if it was all a deception. What if she was truly hideous with the breath of a goat? I tried to let the thoughts go and revel in my fantasy image of her. Five foot five, long dark brown flowing hair, a beautiful smile, perk young breasts and a fine Latina ass, round and firm. About 118bs.But I did know her voice, soft, low, sensuous, pleading, wanting and whimpering in the pitch of ecstasy. I was getting an erection just reliving those many moments on the phone.

The gallery had reserved for me a room at a downtown hotel within walking distance, and I had made a dinner reservation for 2 at a nearby fine restaurant. I had even brought a bottle of my favorite Zinfandel to drink with dinner. This was a fantasy on the edge of coming true or being a disaster.

The opening was from 6pm -9m, and I had asked her to meet me at the gallery in front of my work at about 7:30. The only way I would know her is by the outfit she was going to wear. A black blouse, a black skirt with red roses on both side, and sexy black open toed shoes. I figured that she would be easy to spot in that way.

I arrived at the gallery about 6:30, having stopped in a local bar for a Martini, before facing the crowd of well to do. These events always made me cringe. I always feel like a monkey, needing to be ready to do flips at the request of the viewing audience. I had been a good çapa escort monkey. Many patrons were interested in talking to me about the work and seemed genuinely clued in.

“Art…Oh Art” It was the gallery owner a small, middle-aged attractive fireball .She had her hand on the arm of a rather large, matronly woman, with a dour puss.

“Art, I’d like you to meet Mrs. Gladstone. She is one our very best patrons and is very interested in your work, a possible commission.”

My stomach churns at the thought; I wondered what party deadline I would need to meet

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Gladstone”

“Well, the pleasure is mine. My husband, Doctor Gladstone, and I are very excited that you might make one of these fabulous tables for us.

“Why don’t you just buy one of the ones on the wall” I quip. It’s about 7:20 and I am scanning the room for my date.

“Well,Art, it’s just that the colors…, e well, they are a little bright for our house”

Jeez, here we go, I think to myself.

“And well the figures, I mean these figures, they seem to be falling from the sky, and after the tragic events of September 11……..I just can’t have that I my house”

Oh man. I am really getting nervous that this rica is going to expect me to talk to her the rest of the evening about some bad idea of a painting

“If you could do the background in teal and mauve, my colors dear. And say paint cats, I have two adorable Siamese, you can paint Siamese can’t you Art? And we do have a Medical auxiliary dinner at our house in two months we would need it by then……….

I look over by my work and see Irene. Standing in front of one of my tables, she is beautiful, radiant. Her hair rolls off the shoulder of a stunning black blouse and her ass is nicely framed by the stitched roses on her dress. I can see her face from the side, she is really beautiful. Others are noticing this lovely woman standing, admiring, and looking around the room.

I don’t even excuse myself from the grip of Mrs. Gladstone. I make my way across the room, nervously approaching her. I am not sure she has noticed me; I walk up from behind her. I get close enough to feel my black jeans, brush her dress.

“Do you like it” I ask softly into her ear. A big grin breaks across her face a

“Very much” she replies quietly with out turning to me.

“Do you want it?” my lips now getting dry.

“More than you can know babe” She turns and faces me, her dark brown eyes twinkling with cihangir escort a bit of mischief, her red lips part in a smile, and she gives me a soft kiss on the cheek

“Hola papacito” she whispers demurely, a name she had called me in moment s of wanton ecstasy

“Hola Chica” and we make a quick embrace. I sense everyone is watching us. The older artist, dressed handsomely in black and black boots, giving his attentions to the most radiant and stylish woman in the room. Unfortunately, I have to make small talk around the room; she leaves my side and wonders to other parts of the gallery, looking at work. My eyes follow, and my dick leaps in my trousers, God do I want her.

Finally the crowd diminishes, and a few people, stewed in bad gallery wine, hang on laughing drunkenly. A rather large balding man in a bad suit has planted himself in front of Irene, ranting about how exceptionally bad all the show is. I catch her glance and her eyes tell me to come and sweep her off her feet, or at least away from the corpulent critic.

“Vamanos” I exclaim, while, I wrap my arm around her waist, spin her away from porky, and gleefully stride out the door with the hottest babe of the Arizona night at my side.

It is the first moment we are truly together, alone in a new universe. We chat nervously and awkwardly at first, unused to the physical presence of each other. I am taking in her beauty, her scent, her smile, her wit and her voice. I am getting another spontaneous erection. My hand still at her waist, I can feel the firmness of it, and the beginning curve of her luscious hips. I want to trace that line to her ass, which bounces along as we walk.

The restaurant is a hip mix of techno modern and southwest bordello style, with refreshing colors on plaster walls and a brilliantly lit bar. The interior is dark, but warm, tables lit with candles in perforated tin cups, creating a dance of pattern and light across the diners. Our table is a corner booth for two, towards the back, upholstered in soft burgundy velveteen. Irene walks in fronts of me, my eyes move to her ass, and I can tell she is either wearing a very skimpy thong or no panties at all. She is lovely.

The waiter cheerfully uncorks the Zinfandel I have brought.

“A toast” I say.

“Si, papacito”

“A toast to …..Magic. Magic of the internet, magic of a bruja and brujo. The magic we have yet to make”

“Salud” she raises her glass and we clink them together and the first warm taste nişantaşı escort of the evening rolls down my throat.

The booth is a corner, so we move close to one another, my arm around her now. I softly place a kiss on her neck, below her ear, and linger a bit to take in her lovely scent. She shivers. So many things I want to say at the moment, but the silence between us has a tantalizing awkwardness of anticipation. I am about ready to say something, she raises her finger to her mouth, her nails done in the color of Zin, leans towards me and we kiss. A delicate, wet exploration of each other’s tongue, a deep sigh from her and we are lost momentarily.

” Ah, hem. The lady and gentleman ready to order?” The waiter has a sly smirk on his face. Startled, we both blush and then break out in mutual laughter.

“Yeah, I’m having…her!”. We all laugh for a minute and then order quickly to get rid of the waiter.

“So how do you like to have your young Chica prepared for eating” she asks me .

” Oh I like Chica , medium”

“Well I am juicy on the outside and pink on the inside right now”

My cock jumps and I realize I have been sitting with a hard on for the last twenty minutes.

“Mmmm. Really? Oooh, I like that”

Her hand moves to my crotch and she gives my boner a squeeze.

” I can tell, papacito” she winks and gives me another kiss on the lips.

I reach down and gently place my hand on her leg, just above her knee, right below the hem of her dress. I caress that spot lightly with my fingertips, I can feel her squeeze her legs together, at the sensation. We talk aimlessly about the show, as if nothing is going on. I move my fingers back and forth, making progressively longer forays up her thigh. I boldly, run my hand between her legs up her inner thigh. She is looking at me, her eyes open wide, as she feels this.

“Mmmmm. Si papi” , circling her lips with her tongue. I venture further and encounter the dampness of her trimmed hair. She is not wearing panties. Parting her legs slightly, her eyes invite me to explore more. I kiss her again and as my tongue enters her mouth, my finger, slides into her wet slit. We are both breathing hard and my dick is pressing against my jeans, wanting to be released.

“Er, ahem….Dinner is ready” The annoying waiter is here. We straighten up and take a sip of wine before enjoying the meal. I am so turned on that the food and wine seem to take on new dimensions in dining pleasure. Irene squirms a bit. She has taken her shoes off and caresses my leg with the bottom of her foot as we eat.

“How is your meat?” she inquires, grinning.

“Well it is a bit stiff,,, I mean tough. But yours…” I place the finger that has been in her juices, to my mouth, suck it

“Yours is just fine” and I meant it, Her taste was unbelievable and a sip of wine to follow was superb.

I had retired to a country acreage following a career of nearly forty years in the financial industry. Even though my career had brought me enough wealth to live comfortably for several lifetimes, it also came with a price. There was the failed marriage and the strained relationship with my children, as the absent father, while I pursued my career goals. I thought I was working for them but realized too late for my marriage that it was really all about my wants. That’s when I decided enough was enough, retired, and left the rat race behind for a simpler pace in the country. Fortunately for me my kids are a forgiving lot. Their mother deserves all the credit for that. I’m pleased to say, with my change in lifestyle, our respective relationships have been as good as they’ve ever been.

My story begins with my mail carrier. Living on an acreage I’m also on a rural mail route. My mail carrier’s name is Kelley. She arrives on delivery days in a small red pick-up, usually in the late afternoon, to deliver the mail and any packages. If I’m working outside and I see her coming down the road I’ll meet her at my mailbox for some small talk and to say hello. Over time I feel we’ve learned quite a bit about one another. She knows my story and I know she’s a proud single mom with a son who is attending the military academy at West Point. She inherited a small farm from her folks and rents out the ground to a local farmer to work. Her job as a mail carrier is just an opportunity to earn some extra cash.

Kelley is a natural beauty and fit. Her workday garb isn’t your typical postal worker uniform because she’s a contractor for the postal service. She’s always in jeans and her tops vary with the weather. It might be a pullover in the cooler months or a form fitting t-shirt when the heat is on in the summer months. She wears little to no make-up that I can tell. Her auburn hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail under her seed corn cap. Green eyes and a bright smile stand out against her sun drenched skin. She’s a farm girl after all.

I started noticing Kelley arriving later in the day. During one of our chats I made mention of it. Were there more customers added to her route? She said no and explained that her route was timed at eight hours by the postal service. If she finished her route earlier than eight hours she was still paid for eight hours. If her deliveries took longer than eight hours, she was on her own time. Either way it was up to her to plan her delivery route. She wasn’t shy. She told me she enjoyed our occasional chats so much so that she changed her route so that I would always be her last delivery of the day. That way we could visit longer without any time constraints. I took that to be a sign of mutual interest. Well, at least on my part.

I didn’t want to appear to be too anxious but I began to purposely time my day, more often than not, to be around when the mail would be delivered.

On one particular day it was blistering hot. My doorbell rang. It was Kelley at the door with my mail and a package that couldn’t fit in my mailbox. She looked to be a bit overheated. She explained that the AC had gone out in her pickup about an hour ago. I invited her in out of the heat for a cool drink. She accepted.

I asked her what she would like to drink? She asked of a large glass of ice water. I fixed her a glass and handed it to her. She took a long drink then mecidiyeköy escort opened the glass door to my deck. She stepped onto the deck and poured the remaining contends in the glass across her chest and shoulders soaking her t-shirt. The wet fabric clung to her body leaving nothing to the imagination. Her nipples hardened with the change in temperature. All I could think of was what I would give to take one of them into my mouth at that moment. With a teasing grin Kelley thanked me for the water and said she had to get up the road. With the vision of Kelley in my mind, that night I stroked myself to the hardest cum I had had in some time.

We playfully continued our cat and mouse game over the following weeks with suggestive innuendos in our conversations.

After a full day of clearing brush on my property, I had just finished my shower when the doorbell rang. It was about the time Kelley would be making her deliveries. Deciding to go commando, I quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and stepped into my running shoes. I arrived at the door sans a t-shirt. It was Kelley.

While holding my mail and a package I could tell she was giving my physique the once over. By the glint in her eyes, I wanted to believe she liked what she saw. Her next move took me by surprise.

Kelley said hello and stepped forward to hand me my mail and package. The mail was a clean pass but she fumbled with the package. She dropped to one knee to recover the package. Her head brushed against my left thigh as she reached down. While not erect, my cock was thick and firm. I also have a tendency to hang to the left.

Going commando made the position of my member more pronounced. Kelley held the box in her left arm while placing her right hand on my hip for balance. I felt her nuzzle into my groin as she rose. I wasn’t sure if she felt the pulse of my manhood with her glancing touch but I felt the heat of her breath as she exhaled with her rise. We were only inches apart when she stood. She looked into my eyes. I wanted her to reach between my legs to feel what I desperately wanted to bury inside her. Instead she placed her hands on my shoulders and stood on her tiptoes with our lips as close as they could be without touching. She whispered, “Look for a special delivery tomorrow.” Lying in bed that night I couldn’t get Kelley out of my head. I lost count of the number of times I had cum while beating my meat in anticipation of the next day.

I had to run some errands in town and was gone for most of the day. By the time I had returned home Kelley had been there and left. What she left though, along with my mail, was a small box labeled Special Delivery.

I used my pocketknife to cut the packing tape to open the box. Inside was a sheet of paper and a pair of white lace panties.

The missive read: “Mike, I’m sending you some inspiration.

Last night I had to touch myself after seeing you yesterday afternoon. I’ll admit it wasn’t the first time with you in my thoughts. But having wanted your cock for so long and being so close… close enough to have taken you into my mouth – made this time different. Did you think it was an accident when I dropped your package?

When I got home I headed to the shower. I wanted you there with me. I wanted to feel your strong hands caressing my body as we soaped one another beyoğlu escort in the cascading warmth of the water. I let my hand linger between my legs. I wanted it to be your hand.

With that thought, I toweled off and headed to my bed stopping at my dresser to select the white lace panties you no doubt are holding in your hand at this moment. I put them on and slid into bed. I laid my head on the pillows, raised my knees, and opened my thighs. In my dream of dreams I was waiting on your tongue and lips at that moment between my legs but settled for my fingers sliding under the fabric of my panties to pleasure myself. It was your name that I called as I shuttered to my climax.”

I lifted her panties to my nostrils inhaling deeply. There was the unmistakable scent of her sex.

The next morning I awoke to the clatter of high winds on my house. Kelley’s cum soaked panties still wrapped around my cock. I rolled out of bed and looked out the window. It had already begun to snow. The predicted weather forecast called for high winds with a snow accumulation of at least six inches. Those can be dangerous conditions out on the country roads.

As the day progressed, it was apparent the roads would be drifting shut under the current weather conditions. For safety’s sake, I watched intently for Kelley’s arrival. It dawned on me, for all the time we had known one another; we had never traded cell phone numbers.

She was an hour late past her usual delivery time. Kelley had either abandoned her route or may have run into trouble on the road. I knew her small pickup only had rear-wheel drive. For my own peace of mind, I decided to venture out to check the roads in my four-wheel drive Jeep.

My Jeep was a drift-buster as I drove along the quarter sections. About three miles in I spotted Kelley’s pickup buried up to the axels in snow. Alarmed I didn’t see her!

After I pulled up I checked the truck cab. She wasn’t there. Leaving her vehicle under these weather conditions would not have been a good move. There were tracks leading to the rear of her vehicle. I didn’t have to go far. There was my girl trying to dig her truck out of the snowdrift with one of those collapsible Army-issued shovels. She hadn’t heard me pull up in the howling wind. I let her have at it for a bit before calling to her with a smile, “Need any help?” She looked up. First a bit stunned, then realizing it was me, she moved through the snow as quick as she could, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as deeply as I’ve ever been kissed. When our lips parted we looked into one another’s eyes glad to be together. The weather was worsening. I told her we needed to head back to my place. We’d worry about her truck tomorrow.

It was good to get out of the weather. And it was time to get warm. I started a fire and draped a quilt around Kelley’s shoulders for warmth. I retreated to the kitchen to fix us each a cup of hot cocoa laced with a shot of peppermint schnapps to stir our blood.

When I returned to the hearth room, Kelley was no longer in the chair where I had left her but sitting on the floor, bundled in the quilt, resting against the base of the leather couch in front of the fire.

I sat down next to her, our shoulders side by side touching one another. I placed the cup of hot cocoa in her hands. We both sipped our drinks enjoying etilerescort the combined warmth of the hot chocolate and schnapps. We sat silently listening to the crackle of the fire and basking in the warm light. Her hand reached out. She said, “I have something for you.” She took my farthest hand and led it beneath the quilt.

She pressed my hand against her abdomen. I could feel her flesh. Kelley had removed all her clothes in my absence. She spread her thighs slightly and guided my hand lower until my hand rested on her mound. She lifted her face to mine. We kissed. Her fingers pressed mine into her inviting slit.

Kelley pressed her mound into my hand as my fingers probed for her clit. I found her button. I began to stir her passion with my fingers. Her tongue darted wildly in my mouth with each twist and turn of my hand.

I could feel her climax building as I quickened my pace. Her hips bucked against my arm. She braced her arms on either side of her body and held her breath before her release. On her release, she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling herself into my torso, clamping her thighs around my hand as she convulsed in waves of pleasure.

In the afterglow of her climax, Kelley pushed the quilt away, rolled onto her back and beckoned me to come to her. I began to remove my clothes. My manhood was thick and erect,

I knelt between her legs, suspending my body just above hers, with my weight supported on either side of her torso with my elbows. I lowered my body gently until the weighted head of my cock rested on her skin. I moved in a back and forth motion by arching my spine, edging the rim of my cock along the midline of her body from the divide between her legs to the globes of her breasts. With each upward movement I pressed firmly against her labia. Her clit was peaking through. I tried to maintain contact with the entire length of my shaft as I moved forward and back. Kelley would wriggle with pleasure when the rhythm of my touch was on point. With that, as I drew downward one more time, she raised her knees and pushed the head of my cock inside the velvety pocket between her legs. I held my position momentarily with my cock pulsing. I then plunged my member as deep inside her as I could go. She gasped and locked her legs around my waist to hold me inside her. She held me tight around my neck and moved he mouth to my ear. Softly she said, “I need you to fuck me as hard as you can…”

Our hips ground fiercely against one another. My balls slapped against her ass as my rod dove into her like a jackhammer. I felt Kelley release time and time again as we fucked nearing exhaustion. My balls tightened, I told Kelley I was about to cum. She told me she needed to see my release. “Cum on my mound,” she pleaded!

I held on as long as I could. I pulled my cock from her pussy and pressed it onto her mound. The first jet of cum coated the nipple of her right breast back to the top of her pubic mound. Each continuous pulse of cum flooded her stomach and drenched the neatly trimmed patch of her pubic triangle. With her mound coated, Kelley began rubbing my juice into the recesses of her cunt. Her eyes glazed with passion she asked me to finish inside her.

I mounted her again. Body to body, the cum from our previous romp stucking to our bodies. I climaxed a final time with my cock buried to the hilt inside Kelley. I could feel Kelley milking me with her inner muscles. We kissed and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

By morning the storm had subsided and we were able to eventually free Kelley’s truck from the snowdrift. By now it was evident to the both of us that we were destined to be soul mates. Nothing had to be said. From that day forward, I was hers’ and she was mine.

I cleared my throat. “Excuse me. Sir?” Groggy with sleep, I just wanted to get into my seat so I could doze for a few hours. Lo and behold, though, I was looking into the gorgeous face of my seatmate, a slightly older, straight-looking guy smiling politely at me. “Fuck,” I thought. “Why do I always dress so dykey even when I want cock?” I had dated a series of women who were progressively more masculine, and at the end of the day the passion just fizzled out. I was all but ready to give up on dating altogether; identity crisis after another forced me to change my gender presentation over and over again. Here I was in some relaxed jeans held up by a leather belt, a cozy quarter-zip sweater, and my short hair peeking out from under a slouchy beanie. I must look majorly confused 80% of my days.

The man got up to let me slide into my window seat. I tucked my messenger bag under the seat in front of me, sat down, and slouched comfortably into my chair to send a few texts out before shutting my phone off. From the corner of my eye I saw the seatmate sit down, sneaking un-subtle glimpses at me.

“Hi,” he said, in a low groggy voice of a tired traveler, but with the perkiness of someone who was happy for companionship. “I’m Jake.”

I held out my hand to him. “Ray.” As soon as I said it I blushed; I should have just said Rachel; he knows I’m a girl. But I wasn’t feeling “Rachel” today.

“Nice to meet you,” Jake said, glancing me over again.

I was still blushing, so as soon as our hands parted I turned away and looked out the window. He seemed to want to talk more, but he ran out of stuff around him to look at besides me, so he finally reached over to pull out his book and start reading. Soon enough we were airborne, sailing eastbound to Amsterdam.

A 10 hour trans-atlantic flight and I was already turned on, the sock in my pants seeming foolish and unnecessarily distracting given that I’m pretty sure I didn’t pass. I was a foolish woman who didn’t know herself. And this guy was… wow. I snuck a few glances over at him, and his bulky arms that filled his shirtsleeves to the brim, his stocky masculine build, a body that could squeeze me tight and make me feel close, a crotch that contained…

“Jonathan Franzen?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. I’d obviously been checking him out, my eyes having wandered over to the bulge in his pants, my book forgotten in my hand. I let out a small laugh. “Ha…yeah, have you read it?”

“Yeah I’ve read it 3 times, how far in are you?”

“Page… 3…”

Jake laughed. “I won’t spoil the end for you, Ray. You seem like a guy who’d enjoy it.”

He said guy… he said guy!! I felt scared and validated at the same time, that he read me as male; or at least, that he respected my presentation. “I love a good ending.”

“Yea me too, especially a steamy one.” Seeing the shocked look I gave him, he laughed coyly. “What, I’m a sucker for those kinds of books. Not that the one you’re reading has that, but just you know, in general…”

“Does that book you’re holding have a steamy ending?” I pointed at a paperback he was holding that had clearly come from the airport’s news stand. The thought of him reading something hot while sitting next to me made me get worked up. How’d we get on this topic anyways?

“Nah, I figured it’d be inappropriate for a 10 hour plane ride next to a complete stranger.” I think my face betrayed a little disappointment. “I do have one in my bag, maybe when we get to know each other a bit better.” I chuckled.

“Hey it’s a free country. I won’t stop you.” I smiled.

“Thanks for being so cool, man.” He looked me over one more time and then turned to his book.

“Yeah man.” I leaned my seat back, pulled my hat over my eyes, and closed my eyes. A guy reading romance novels, and freely admitting it, was clearly open about gender and sexuality. As I drifted off, I wondered what dirty thoughts went through his mind.

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I woke up half an hour later, trying to get comfortable. My pants were bothering me. I looked around and noticed that he was still sleeping; carefully, so as not to bother him, I grabbed basketball shorts out of my bag and got up to go to the restroom. I tried squeezing between his legs and the seat in front of him, but we hit a spot of turbulence and I accidentally fell onto his lap. He woke up with a start, me sitting on top of him. “Whoa Ray, buy me dinner first, huh?”

“I’m so sorry, I just had to use the bathroom.” I stood up. “And dinner? Come on, that’s only worth a drink.”

Jake smiled at me as I walked away. “Better be one hell of a drink.”

Five minutes later I came back, wearing the shorts, holding şişli escort my rolled-up jeans in one hand and a can of diet sprite in the other. When I got back to Jake, I tossed him the can. “Your drink.”

Jake laughed. “Diet?”

Fuck. Getting a can of diet soda is a bit of a slap in the face for anyone. “Oh wow, I just grabbed the first can I saw. That’s not what I meant at ALL.”

“Hey don’t sweat it, I was only kidding. Here, we’ll share. Even fewer calories for me.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works! But yeah ok since you got a lap dance and a soda from me, the last you can do is share…”

Jake smiled and popped the can. “I hope you’re ok sharing, I don’t have any communicable diseases I think.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I took a sip from the can his lips had just touched. “It’s basically like kissing which isn’t a big deal, so.”

“Really? Kissing isn’t a big deal? So how bout this?” With that he leaned over and kissed me straight on the lips.

I was stunned and turned on, and started to kiss back, but being dressed as Ray, I felt like I had to play it off like I was into women. With my most exaggeratedly masculine mannerisms, so he’d know I was joking, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. “Duuude, c’mon!” I punched him playfully in the arm.

“Ow! That was the sharpest jab!” He shoved back at me with his elbow. “You’re an ass,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. I loved the teasing and the exaggeration; there was no way I actually hurt him. But yes I was a little out of line; I loved getting physical with another guy and having him acknowledge the exchange of physical contact as a sparring of equals. Whenever I’d punched my ex’s arm, she would just tell me to stop it and walk away, as if I was out of line for who she wanted to date.

“Sorry.” I reached over and rubbed his shoulder for him. “Is that better?” I worked his big muscular deltoid under my fingers, gently caressing the flesh. He looked at my hand and then at me, smirking.

“Getting there,” he said, winking and grabbing the soda from my hand. I smiled and opened my book up to read a bit more. As I slouched down and sprawled out, our thighs touched between our tiny seats.

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An hour later, the sun had set and the sky was dark. We were flying away from the sun, speeding up the transition into nighttime at an unnatural pace. They turned off the cabin lights, as if to coax us all to sleep; sure enough I started feeling myself lose focus on my book. Jake’s tight strong body next to me wasn’t helping matters.

I decided to try and get more comfortable in my seat and try to keep my mind off Jake. I leaned my chair back and tried to get comfortable but a knot in my back kept me from settling in. I turned to my left, and to my right, every which way. Finally I turned to Jake, who was reading his own book. “Mind if I put the arm rest up? I’m dying to find a position that’s good for my back.”

Jake smiled at me. “Yeah, sure. You can put your feet up here if you want.”

“Really? Thanks Jake.” I curled my feet up into a fetal-ish position, taking up the space where the armrest used to be. My back began to unknot. I didn’t mind that I was right up against Jake, and it seems like he didn’t notice either. My ass was resting touching his thigh, and his arm was resting on my thigh. As I settled in, I zipped my sweater all the way and crossed my arms to get warm. Jake must have noticed.

“Do you need a blanket?” He produced a dark blue standard-issue flight blanket from under his seat.

“That’d be awesome.” I helped him drape the blanket over me; I was surprised that he had draped it over his arm that was resting on my thigh. My clit began to throb against the sock in my shorts; I couldn’t help but squirm a little to shake off the sensation.

I noticed he was reading his steamy romance instead of the book he came with; I guess we were friends now. He finished his page and then single-handedly tucked it into his seat-back pocket, never taking his other arm off my leg. He started slowly caressing my leg, the silky material of the shorts gliding under his hand. I squirmed a little more. He then shut off his reading light. Most of the other passengers were asleep or watching movies; I felt like we were invisible.

I had no idea what would happen next. As his hand slowly started stroking my thigh, he leaned over so he could speak to me quietly: “So, little Ray, do you like cocks or pussies?” What?! I was shocked at his transparency… and more than a little pleased.

I smiled up at him as I reached back to stroke his cock. “I like a balanced diet.”

He closed his taksim escort eyes for a second as I worked his bulge through his jeans. “So you’re a little fag,” he said. I cringed at the word but I knew it was true; I nodded. “Me too. I love a boi with a tight hole.” I was hoping he meant boi with an “i”; I assumed the best and kept leaning into him. He started working his fingers toward my junk, rubbing over the sock and pressing into my clit. “Tell me, Ray, do you like getting fucked? Your body language tells me you do, but I want to hear you say it.”

“Mmm, I love getting fucked.”

“By who?”

“By big strong men with big cocks.” I don’t know where these dirty words were coming from; I’d never talked dirty in my life. But here I was feeling confident, feeling clandestine, feeling daring. Life was full of little moments like this… moments that, if I didn’t seize, I’d forever regret. I was feeling alive, my body on fire, my desire fueling me in this moment.

He moved my hand away from the fly of his pants, and unzipping his jeans, pulled his big stiff dick out and started masturbating it against my ass cheek under the blanket. I hadn’t seen one in years, and the feeling of it was absolutely incredible. I’d forgotten how much I used to want cock, how much I’d fantasized about cock.

Whenever I’d hook up with a guy as a girl, I felt used; I felt like there was a power imbalance and that I was doing a lot to satisfy a man who didn’t get how I felt. That, or he would be too gentle, too understanding, too mushy. But now, with my chest bound tightly and my curves obscured, my short hair having replaced my long ponytail, I loved being roughed up a little, humiliated, called names. I was a ravenous cock slut, because I was treated like a guy. I was a masculine creature with a masculine creature, and it made me feel incredibly empowered.

Jake started working the cock between my ass cheeks, between my thighs, the silky material gliding between my pussy lips and his dick. I was dripping wet by this point, and I was sure he could feel it through the thin material of the shorts. He started carefully pumping his hips, trying to be subtle, as he worked himself stiffer and stiffer. I was feeling incredibly worked up, wanting to swallow his cock up in my tight hole as he worked my cock with his fingers.

Finally he slipped out. I missed his presence already, bucking backwards to try and find his cock again but he had turned away. Then I felt him pull at the waistband of my boxers and my shorts, pulling the loose material down to expose my round smooth ass cheeks. Was he really gonna fuck me in public? Was he gonna… yep. There it is. He stuck two fingers into my dripping wet cunt and I almost cried out. He leaned over to speak softly to me: “I like my pretty boys with pussies.” He gave the fingers a slow twist inside me, and then really carefully and slowly slid out of me. Then he slid those lubed-up fingers down to my cock, sliding up and over the head, beginning to trace circles around it.

I came silently, spazzing with his fingers between my legs. With the blanket over us and the lights out, nobody could see what we were doing, but still I feared drawing attention to what he was doing to me under the covers.

I thought he was done with me then when I noticed that he had reached over to grab his cock. He guided it between my legs and started sliding it between my thighs right against my labia, my warm lubrication wetting the length of his shaft. Every time he’d move it he’d move the tip a little closer to my hole, teasing me with it. Finally, slowly, he started slipping into me, turning his hips toward me so he could get his whole dick in. “How does that feel, fag?”

It felt wrong for him to call me that, a tinge of anger, but I knew it was true. I was a fag and I liked being a boy and getting fucked by a stiff cock. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me since takeoff.”

“That’s cuz you’re such a slut, taking my cock without knowing me first.” He stayed inside me, my rippling muscles tightening and relaxing around his shaft. He didn’t want to thrust too much because it was too risky. So we stayed like that, his cock inside me, getting stiffer and stiffer, filling my hole with its girth, when finally the vibrations from the cabin and from my hole brought him to climax. His sticky juices filled me up and spilled out; he grabbed a napkin to catch what he could but it was too late; we were both a hot sticky mess.

He pulled out and tucked himself in, then motioned me to the bathroom. I pulled up my shorts and followed him 30 seconds after. I knocked on the bathroom door; he opened it and pulled beşiktaş escort me inside. Before he’d locked it he’d already shoved me against the wall and started kissing me deeply. I grabbed his hair and pulled him in, needing his tongue in my mouth and his body pressed up against mine. His cock was stiffening again, and I grabbed his ass to pull him closer, feeling his hardness against my lower stomach. As quickly as I could, I undid the buttons and zipper on his jeans and pulled his delicious cock out. I started stroking it with my hand, but he pulled away. and turned us so his back was to the wall. “Get on your knees, fag.” He gently but firmly pushed me down. If I were dressed all femme-y, no way would I enjoy being treated like this; I didn’t even like sucking cock. But now that I was treated like a boy, I felt a jolt of pleasure every time he ordered me around, pushed me around, called me derogatory names.

There was barely enough room in the bathroom, but I managed to get down on my knees to get eye level with his shaft. I grabbed it with one hand and started licking the tip of his cock. It tasted like pussy juice and cum and precum and sweat. He put a hand on the back of my head and shoved me down onto his dick. I took the entirety of it into my mouth, sucking it like it was the most delicious piece of meat I’d ever tasted. Sucking this man’s cock on the bathroom floor of an airplane almost felt too dirty, but then I’d feel the tip of it at the back of my throat and choke on it, and I knew I’d do anything to have that cock, anywhere.

As he was about to come, he pushed my face away, taking his cock out of my mouth. “Come here, fuckslut.” I stood up and tried to kiss him; he refused and turned me around before sticking his hand down the front of my shorts. We were both facing the mirror now: a grown man kissing the neck of a butch person with their chest bound tight and their hair cropped short. A grown man jacking off a young guy, pressing his cock into his back, pushing his fingers into his hole, holding the young guy with his strong insistent body.

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, so I leaned back against his chest to ask him, “what now, boss?” This seemed to be the catalyst to bring him back into action. “This,” Jake said. I was puzzled for a split second before I felt him push me forward by my neck, grabbing my hips, bending me over the sink. I braced myself on the counter as he held me there, pulled down my pants, and started fucking my pussy from behind. But as soon as it got wet enough, he stuck a finger in there, pulled it out, and started playing with my ass. He got the rim good and wet, then stuck his finger tip in slowly. I gasped; I’d never been penetrated in two holes at once. He eased his finger in, stopping if I gasped at the pain; it did hurt a little but the good feelings outweighed the bad. I gave in, closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt him pull his cock and his finger out, and then before I knew what was happening he pulled out a bottle of lube and easing his slick tip into my ass. I felt a sting of pain as his big cock stretched me out; then a tingling as it eased into the most amazing feeling. He carefully pushed in, still holding me forward firmly but guiding himself in slowly. I felt incredible; I’d never been filled like this before, and it made me feel like I was born to bottom a guy like him. I’d never felt more whole.

He took his hand off my upper back where he was pushing me forward and put his hand on my hip. Slowly, he started working himself in and out a little bit at a time. He started inching the hand that was on my hip down to fuck my pussy as he fucked my ass. As soon as he slipped his fingers inside me, the palm of his hand resting on my clit, I let out a loud moan. I didn’t care who heard; I was beyond that. He started fucking me harder, filling me with his stiff cock and his slick fingers and playing with me til I couldn’t control myself any longer. He gagged me with his other forearm, shoving it against my mouth to keep me from screaming out, even as he fucked me harder. I couldn’t move; I was being held up by his whole body, keeping me from collapsing on the ground. He kept fucking me faster and faster until finally he came again, filling me up with his cum; I came too, moaning into his muscular forearm and squirming against his body and all the stimulation he was giving me. I was his boy toy, I was his bottom, I was born to be fucked like this.

Jake pulled out, we cleaned ourselves up, and headed back to our seats. We looked at each other, smug in how we knew we could make each other feel.

“Thanks Jake, that was… fucking mind-blowing.”

“Hey, it was the least I could do for that drink.” I laughed. “And thanks yourself Ray, for being such a good sport.”

“Hey, now I know what kind of queer I am.”

Jake smiled, and as we began our descent he threw the blanket over our legs and started working his fingers down my shorts again, hungry for more of my throbbing clit and pussy against his fingers…

This story stands on its own. But it also builds on “Fragments 02” which you can find here.

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I’d gone and left my cell phone at a client’s house. On a small, “no profit” support job that I’d quickly performed, and then left after exchanging a few pleasantries.

Technically it was not the end of the world. I’d used our admin back end to send the phone a “wipe if you are tampered with” command which it acknowledged. I also remote changed its PIN number to something quite different and much more complex than normal. Again acknowledged. And then to keep working – I’d ported my number to a spare phone and restored the spare with the backup settings and contents of the phone left at the client. I was operational. I’d called the client and she had found the phone and agreed to keep it safe. Restored to a new phone I didn’t need to rush to go get the phone. It could wait till the next time I was passing.

Which was perhaps just as well. While visiting Rita to do the minor computer support job – I’d got a little hot under my collar. I looked and liked what I saw. Her elfin, tomboyish look and loose artist’s clothing disguising her rather nice-looking strawberry bottom, her flat chest with enormous nipples that poked through her shirt and her lithe strong body as she worked on her large mural paintings. While I don’t fool around with clients – I had gone home and pictured Rita naked and stretched under me while I pounded her deeply. I’d even taken the fantasy a step further and imagined us engaging in a little water sport after I had drunk too much coffee. I’d jerked off wildly at the mental images a couple of times. She was a small hot ticket.

Before I went by to get the phone, I was going to have to process my lewd thoughts a bit. In the end I “processed” them by writing a fantasy story which started with the reason for the support call – factual enough – but turned to a wild, all-consuming fantasy sex romp in her bedroom. All the product of my horny imagination. I changed her name and some of the details of the real visit – so it was not a direct report on her house. But it was rather close. I published it on Literotica and was mildly amused to see it garnered many views in its first few days.

It was almost a month after leaving the phone at Rita’s house that I was going to be passing without having to go out of my way. I called ahead and she confirmed she would be home and would be happy to let me have my phone “after I had paid the storage fees”. She said it with a neutral tone – perhaps slightly amused – and I assumed it was just a mild joke on her part. I had a few minutes to drop by and grab the phone. I had wondered about bringing her a small gift to thank her for hanging on to it. But I had not charged her for her last service – so was pretty sure we could call it a wash if I was polite and just said “thanks.”

In due course I knocked on her kitchen door and she answered. She was dressed in the same baggy shorts, a faded sweatshirt and her paint-stained artist’s vest with pockets for brushes and pencils and the like. Her normal small formal handshake as she said hello and invited me in a moment. I had hoped she might just hand me the phone and I could be on my way – but she insisted I come in a moment.

“Coffee?” she offered.

So here I was – stuck between a rock and a hard place. Trying to be polite. Not wanting a coffee because it would do a number on my bladder and needing my phone back.

“I’m actually on my way to my next client” I said. “I was hoping to just grab the phone.”

Rita gave me a curious look and stood up straight. Smoothing her sweatshirt down and taking the time to absentmindedly tuck it into her shorts a bit more. Her nipples were visible under the shirt and I tried not to look. My cock twitched and betrayed me a touch – but hopefully not visibly so.

“Oh, it won’t take a moment” she said. “I make a good cup of coffee.”

Which was true. I just wasn’t really aware that Rita knew I knew this. She turned to the sink and reached over to the tap to fill the jug with water. Her loose shorts pulled tightly across her ass – defining her bottom quite clearly. I couldn’t help but look and my cock twitched again. Had she pulled the shorts a little tighter at the front before she bent over? Was she deliberately showing me her ass? Didn’t seem likely.

While the water heated – we made small talk about her work. She had some models on the kitchen table she had been making to help her study angles and perspective. I went over to look at them to give me something to distract myself and try and soften myself. But Rita followed me over and stood closely by me as I looked at them. She smoothed her shirt again and it looked like her nipples were a little firmer. I tried not to look. I failed.

The water got hot and she went and made the coffee – returning with two steaming mugs. First, I had to wait for it to cool a little and then I felt I had to finish it so as not to offend her. Time was dragging on and I didn’t want to offend her by appearing to rush. şişli escort I kept trying to make small talk. I also asked about the phone.

“Yes – I’ll get it in a moment when we’ve had coffee” she responded.

“Have you any new art you are working on? Any pictures you can show me?” This from her to me. Said somewhat archly and I briefly wondered if she had read my mind about my last visit and my fantasy about her standing next to me while she looked at pictures on my phone. I laughed to myself but also felt a little uncomfortable. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I had fantasised about her.

“More coffee?” she asked – “Help finish the pot” and my mug was half full again. As she put the pot down on the kitchen table, she sat down close to me on the bench seat and I felt her leg pressed alongside mine.

“So – any pictures of things you are painting?” she asked again.

This was spooky. Like my fantasy almost. With coffee still to finish – I opened my current phone and tapped to a folder of pictures and went to hand her the phone to look. But Rita had other ideas. She pressed firmly alongside me on the bench and leaned in to look. There was no argument at this point – she was completely in my personal space and I could feel her lithe body pressed against me. My left hand was holding the phone, my right hanging behind me. She used her right finger to flick through the pictures on the phone and put her left hand on my thigh to steady herself. High on my thigh. If I hardened even a touch more, she would feel me. She was looking down at the pictures. Flicking through them. Her nipples clearly hardening and poking through her sweatshirt.

“Tell me,” she asked, “Do you like what you see?”

And with this she breathed in firmly so her chest expanded and her nipples poked even harder into the soft thick cotton of her shirt. I wasn’t sure how to answer that. But my cock sure knew what it thought of the view. Her next floored me.

“So – do you write fantasy stories about all your clients and post them on the Internet?”

Well she had me there. I now had a pretty good idea that she knew that I had fantasised about her. And that she had read it.

“I loved how you turned a quick keyboard repair and look at a painting in the basement into a full-blown orgy,” was her next comment. Still looking down at my phone and still pushing her nipples forwards.

“We could use ‘acrylics’ as a safe word if you like.”

My god – now I knew she had definitely read my story which involved her and that very safe word that I had made up for the story. I brought my right arm around her back and pulled her more firmly alongside me. She tilted her head back to look at me. Directly in my eyes.

“Like the fantasy” she said, “only more please”.

I brought my left hand up the front of her shirt and brushed her nipples.

“More” she breathed and I kissed her hard.

“..and you were far too gentle in the story” she said. “I really like it very hard”. You were a long way from my safe word.”

She moved her left hand off my thigh and across my pants – feeling for my hardening cock. I crooked my right arm up under hers and across her chest feeling for her nipples – pulling and squeezing on them through the cloth. I put my left hand down in her lap and felt for the button on the top of her shorts. We were still seated on the bench at the table and as I fumbled around I felt her legs part under the table edge. I found the button on her waistband and undid it. She started to unzip my pants. As I started to unzip her shorts, I could smell the warm, rich aroma of her arousal escaping from under the table. I pushed my hand into her shorts. No plain cotton panties of the fantasy. I could feel silk and lace and very little of it – arranged strategically over her hairy pussy mound. She scooted forward slightly on the bench seat and raised her hips forward a little to give me better access. I extended my middle finger down the front of her mound and could feel her thick sticky wetness oozing through the lace. Her clit was swollen and poking through the small silk patch covering it, like her nipples were poking through the sweatshirt. She was offering herself to me. Spread, pushed forward and gasping as we continued to kiss.

She broke the kiss and rose to head for the bedroom off the kitchen.

I followed, hanging onto the waistband of my pants so as not to trip. At the side of the bed she turned to face me. She raised her arms over her head and I reached forward. I used the backs of my hands to slowly brush down over her very prominent nipples. I was rewarded with a feeling of them crinkling harder and pointing out more through the cloth. Then I grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt off over her head. She kept her arms above her head and slowly twisted back and forth, displaying her chest. In my fantasy she had been completely flat chested. In real life she had thin swellings of flesh. Perhaps AA. Like small side plates almost – topped with her hard brown and crinkled nipples. escort avcılar I palmed by way up the soft skin and grasped her nipples in my thumbs and fingers. She looked me directly in the eye.

“Hurt me good.”

I pulled on her nipples which stretched under my assault and she groaned. She dropped her hands to her side for a moment, to work the waistband of her shorts over her slim hips. As her shorts hit the floor and she stepped out of them she raised her hands over her head again, tousling her short hair on the way by. She was presenting herself. An artist nude pose, but still in her panties. If you could call them that. Some scraps of mid-blue lace decorated her mound, hair escaping round the edges and through the lace. A small diamond of solid cloth at the top of her slit was distorted by her distended clit. The narrow ribbon of cloth that passed down and between her thighs was clearly wet and the rest of the thong seemed to consist of a couple of threads of cloth rising over her hips to meet at the cleft of her ass where they were held together by a small gold ring which also held the ribbon of lace that was pulled up between her cheeks. They were nothing and everything. Displaying yet covering.

Her distended clit fascinated me. She could see me looking at it.

“Make sure you spread my wetness on it and then you can treat it like my third nipple.”

She stood, still twisting slightly and continued to display herself to me.

I shucked off my vest and shirt and dropped my pants, kicking them to the side. My cock was trying to desperately escape from my briefs and I could feel my foreskin trapped in the waistband, getting massaged by the elastic while being lubricated by my precum. I could see Rita looking, but she still held her pose and I stepped in and started to work her over. I wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into me, leaning down and pulling and biting her nipples with my lips and then my teeth. My other hand, middle finger extended, slid down her belly seeking her mound. My finger contacted her silk covered clit first and I gently flicked back and forth. It was huge, like a small cock and slightly rubbery feeling. Just like her nipples. I pushed my finger into the top of the panties and reached past her clit and into her wet slit, coating my finger well with her grool and drawing it up in strokes over her clit till it was thoroughly coated. Each stroke applied like paint from an artist’s brush elicited a moan. When she was thoroughly coated I grasped it between my thumb and finger like a nipple and squeezed. As I did – I sucked on her nipples and then I started to play her.

I kept suckling on her nipples. I dropped my right hand to her ass and extended my fingers deep under her cheeks, seeking her pussy and the wetness that was spilling out of her. My left hand started to gently jerk her clit which was big enough to be like a small cock. I had her by three points. Nipples. Pussy from behind. Clit.

I started to use my right finger to slick her up between her ass cheeks, coating her asshole liberally. The thread of lace from her thong was irrelevant. Around front I started to pinch and twist her clit and she groaned deeply. Then I bit down quite hard on her nipple. As she mewled her pleasure – I raised my right finger out her pussy and slipped it deep in her lubricated ass. That did it. She grunted and her head fell forward over my shoulder and her arms fell across my back. She was completely mine. Wrapped in my arms and pinned by her clit and ass to my hands. I reached with my left fingers and slipped one, then two and finally a third into her pussy. Her bush was completely sticky. I lifted her by her pussy and ass on my fingers and carried her to the bed as she wrapped her arms around my back, clinging on in her heat.

I laid her on the bed on her back and spread her legs wide. She threw her hands back over her head in abandon. I peeled what was left of her panties to the side and exposed her lips. Swollen and turning a deep pink as they started to part her hair. Her clit standing proud. I knelt and started to lean in. Her smell was incredible. Musky – sure. Wet musk with tones of maple and honey. As I moved to put my lips on her.

“I drank a lot of coffee before you arrived today. I hope that will be OK if anything happens……”

I responded by opening my mouth wide and trying to seal her whole pussy and clit in my mouth. I was almost able to and as I did – I pushed my tongue forward and started to fuck her with it. I reached up for her nipples, smoothing across her soft small breasts till I felt the buds and then I pinched them gently. She lifted her hips to meet my mouth. I moved one hand down off a nipple and started to brush between her pussy and ass with my finger. Everything was thickly coated with juices. A little texture from the lace strip of the panties heightened the feel. Each time I flicked back – I got a tiny bit closer to her asshole. Each time she jerked her hips up more into my mouth. I kept extending my finger avrupa yakası escort more each time till I was tapping on her rosebud. Each time I tapped she raised herself more.

“Please”

I drove my finger up her ass, pinched her nipple and bit down on her clit. She howled.

“Fuck…..Yes”

Some minor tremors pulsed through her as she had her first “O”. Her pussy leaked some more. I lapped it up. My face coated and slick.

“Now – please – go to town on me…..”

She looked down at my hand and her relaxed open legs. Her sticky bush a gorgeous mess. Her swollen lips darkly pink.

“Could you try and fist me? Though your hand looks so big – please let’s try.”

“I need something first” was my response. I reached down and pulled my briefs off, freeing my pulsing, aching cock and blueish balls. I scooted forward and across one of her thighs. Positioning my balls over her pussy. Then I lowered myself down to anoint them with her fluids.

“Try pushing them into you – if you need to pull them and stretch them a little – do”.

She reached forward with both hands – with one she spread her lips and with the other she grasped my balls – pulling them down to her open slit. I felt her clit nudging under my ball sac and then I felt her warm wetness smearing over me. My rigid cock pointed to the sky as she gently tugged my balls down more, dipping them in her honey and giving me a pleasurable dull ache. I rocked back and forth to smear the stickiness around. I rocked harder forward to encourage the fluids to creep under my balls. She got the hint. She started to stroke the wetness under and back, smearing towards my asshole. I nodded vigorously and she started to spread her wetness over my ass while tapping at the entrance. If I was not careful I would go off. I lifted off and eased back. She gave me a questioning look.

“Not yet – don’t want to finish things early”.

She smiled and widened her legs more – openly and shamelessly letting me see everything framed by her hair and the panties pushed to a ribbon on the side of her thigh. I started to dip a finger. Easy enough for one and then two, curled up for her G spot. She started to shudder gently. As I knelt by her side I used my other hand to play with her nipples again. Pulling them up to hardness and using their pleasure to mask my third and then fourth finger insertion. Fingers wrapped in a tight cone and thrusting gently as she slowly relaxed and parted. I rolled my thumb inside my fingers so technically I now had five fingers in her. But we had a long way to go before the fat part of my fist would go in. I kept gently rocking and each time I did – she relaxed a touch more and parted a little more.

“Remember – no matter what – only my safe word” she said.

I started to thrust a little harder each time. I pulled on and twisted her nipples. She started to grunt. Her eyes glazing as she slipped into her own sub world. Allowing me to use her for my pleasure and hopefully her extreme pleasure. I was pulling hard on her nipples, raising her thin smooth tit flesh into shallow cones. I thrust my fist harder. She started to grunt.

“Fuck. No. Ah.” accompanied by her upward hip thrusts to meet my fist, her movements contradicting her words.

“Stop, you will split me. Ooff. Fuck. Noo…..” but still no safe word and still she thrust up at me as her eyes started to completely glaze over.

The widest part of my fist was now so nearly in her. I pulled her tits up more and started to slap them as they relaxed down. This for me. But it seemed to please her too. My fist was right on the point of slipping in. Clamped in her cunt. Coated with her copious wetness. I pulled hard on her nipples again, twisting viciously till their dark brown showed white and bloodless between my fingers.

“No, no…..oh Yes!” she hissed.

My fist was suddenly swallowed by her gaping cunt. My wrist now framed by distended purple lips and matted bush. I rotated my hand to brush her G-Spot and expanded my fingers like a Mediaeval torture pear. Expanding and filling and stretching inside her. She was completely eyes rolled back and screaming.

“No. No. No. Fuck yes, oh fuck……”

She was beginning to thrash around on the end of my arm. Locked to it by my open fist inside her.

“Press my belly NOW!” she pleaded.

I moved my hand from her nipples and started to press below her belly button. She continued to thrash around on the end of my arm. Babbling incoherently. Grunting, squealing, mewling and denying the fist was pushed up her tight cunt Babbling:

“No. Fuck not in me.” she looked down.

“Gawd it is – so deep. Jesus that’s good.”

I pressed her belly more – trying to feel my upturned fingers that were inside her. And she let go. A huge flood of her piss jetted through my spread fingers inside her and sprayed out around my wrist. Hips bucking. Rising wildly, piss going everywhere. My fingertips could feel her cervix flutter and her pussy clamped my wrist till my fingers started to tingle from lack of blood supply. I reached down and caught the string of her thong and pulled hard. The lace gave way and I ripped her panties off for my pleasure. Watching the lines of lace and strings cutting into her creases before they yielded and tore. Leaving red welts behind. Like ripping into her.

“It has felt like the longest week of my life. After the incident happened with the coffee shop guy, who I yet to know his name, time feels like it is crawling by. I have not gone to that location again, but every other store keeps messing up my drink. He just made it so perfect every time.” I write in my journal. Taking a deep breath as I try to hold back my emotions. Tears swelling in my eyes as I think back to the encounter.

“I’ve considered calling the cops on the man who took me in my home without my consent, but I was too scared to do so. Scared about the tests I would have to go through. Scared of what they might say, what he might say. It just didn’t feel worth it to me. “

Closing the journal, I stand up and walk over to my mirror, deciding today is the day. ‘Today is the day I will be going back to the coffee shop. I need my regular routine back and he was making this hard to do. But what is he going to do to me while in public? He cannot do single thing,’ I think to myself. Trying to hype myself up and gain the courage needed for this outing.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smile at my appearance. Wearing the outfit that always gives me confidence in any situation. A black sheer blouse that is see through but a black tank top underneath, and black lacy bra to match the lacy black panties under my skirt. The skirt is a pencil skirt that doesn’t go quite halfway down my thighs. My brown hair is down and wavy, light makeup on my face, and a purse hung over my shoulder to complete the outfit.

Before leaving the mirror, I open a few buttons on the blouse and pull at the fabric, trying to make it just perfect. My breasts are easier to see now as they almost pop out of my bra under the tank top. Not realizing I was doing so before I turned away from the mirror and leave the apartment to head to the coffee shop.

My hand places on the coffee shop door as I take in a deep breath, not even sure if he works on weekends but not wanting to spend my work days ahead facing this first time feeling.

As I step in and look up, my eyes instantly meet his. He is standing at the counter ready to take the next order, which is mine. The shop is fairly quiet, no actually really quiet. I take a deep breath and walk forwards. Feeling his eyes trying to strip me naked, I stand at the counter. My eyes flash over to the name tag on his chest. ‘Mark’ rings through my head. ‘That’s his name,’ I think to myself.

“What can I help you with today, Ma’am'” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Hearing his voice sends chills through my body.

“I… I uh… can I get my regular?” I manage to spit out. My cheeks blushing. I cannot help but think of his hands all over my body. The way he fucked me. Even if I didn’t want it, I ended up enjoying it. ‘Who do I even think I am. Why did I …’ my mind wandering again but as he speaks up, it snaps me out of thought once again.

“Your regular will be ready for you down at the end,” he says, his deep voice rings through my head.

Taking a deep breath, I don’t think him as I normally would. Seeing him tell the staff he wants to make this one for his ‘favorite customer.’ Patiently waiting at the şişli escort end of the counter to be able to run out of the coffee shop. Having already paid without noticing, a creature of habit, I have nothing to do but wait.

As he finishes making my drink, he passes it over to me in a take out cup as alway. “Have a good day,” he says, acting as if nothing happened. I nod and leave the building. Stopping outside of the coffee shop to take a sip of the coffee.

The sip turns into a few gulps, missing how he makes my drinks for me. As I lower the cup, I see a small note in marker. ‘Meet me out back,’ it says. ‘Should I meet him out back? What will he do if I am alone with him?’ I ask myself as I take another large gulp of my coffee.

For some reason, my feet and legs begin to walk in the direction of behind the store. My mind spinning with curiosity. Wondering what will come from seeing him. Maybe he wants to apologize? Maybe he wants to put it all in the past?”

As I step to the back of the building, he is standing there. A different look on his face. No longer a friendly smile, but more like a devilish grin. Almost similar to the look he had on his face when he took me in my apartment.

“W…what do you…” I try to say but his voice cuts me off.

“Who do you think you are? Coming to my work wearing that? I thought we talked about this. You know how those outfits get me going,” he says.

My eyes open wide, not expecting the interaction to go like this. Words fumbling out of my lips. “W…what do you mean? I… I like this outfit,” I respond, my voice shaky.

He begins to step forward, approaching me. My brown eyes still wide as I back away from him. My back pressing against the cold brick building wall. Feeling his body now press up against mine as his hand comes up to grip my neck and tilt my chin up. Looking up into his eyes for a brief moment. They look cold, and unattached. His touch causing fear to rush through my body, but also a tingling feeling between my legs.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks as his hand grips my neck tighter. His free hand beginning to grip my breasts through my clothing.

My eyes begin to dart around to see my surroundings. The back of the building is fairly secured. A fence around the area to not allow anyone to see in. Only a path that I took around the building to get behind here. The wind is loud and pulling at the fabric of my clothes. Knowing no one would be able to hear me scream if I even tried.

“Wh…why are you doing this again? Please just let me go. It doesn’t have to be like this,” I hiss and plead. My eyes looking up into his.

Feeling his hand leave my neck, I let out a sigh. Relieved and hoping he listened to what I said. But he didn’t. He slaps my cheek hard. Hard enough to leave fingerprints and turn my head to the side.

His fingers grip at my chin and turn my head to look up at him. My tear swelled eyes looking into his. “Don’t you dare act stupid. You know exactly why I am doing what I am doing.”

As he says this, his hands grip the fabric of my blouse and rips it open. The buttons popping off of my favorite shirt. Yanking nişantaşı escort my tank top down along with my bra, exposing my breasts. The cold wind causing my nipples to become rock hard as my chest rises and falls fast.

“P…please Mark. Just let me go. I promise I can make it up to you. Just please,” I begin to beg.

This only causes him to grow a smirk across his lips. “You know I love it when you beg,” he responds. Pulling the skirt up my body to gather with my tank top and bra. My black lacy panties being the only thing covering the rest of my body. Feeling the cold air rush between my legs. Causing me to squirm between his body and the wall.

With a smirk across his lips, he brings his mouth to my breasts. Wrapping his lips around my nipples as he sucks and gently bites. His gentle bites turning into harder ones, causing rushes of pain through my breasts. Letting a whimper escape my lips. His hand sliding down my body to between my legs.

As I try to pull away, his free hand grips my wrists and presses them against the wall, holding them there firmly. My eyes looking down at him, feeling his hand grip at my lacy panties. Pulling them down my body as his hand then eagerly slides up my bare legs to my pussy.

Hoping he cannot feel how wet I have become for him, his fingers slide along my wet sit. His mouth sliding off my breasts as he grins up at me. “I knew you liked this, my dirty little whore.”

Wiggling my body, his fingers stop me, sliding two deep inside me without trying to warm me up more. A moan escaping my lips as my head presses against the wall. “O..oh fuck,” I gasp in pleasure. My eyes closing as I try to not think about how this happened. Letting him finger fuck me, not having an option not to. His fingers picking up speed, sliding deeper, fucking me harder.

My breath grows heavier as I feel how wet I am becoming on his fingers. He then slides them out of my tight pussy and slips them into my mouth. My eyes open wide as I taste myself, knowing what he wants. Beginning to suck and lick his fingers clean for him.

“Thats it. Just like that. Be a good little whore for me and maybe you won’t be hurt,” I hear him say. My eyes quickly looking up into his. Letting his fingers fall from my lips. “On your knees for me,” he demands.

I shake my head as I look up at him. “N…no. This is enough. Please just let me go. I promise to just leave. I’m sorry I…”

His hand lands on my cheek once again. Tears now rushing down my face as he pushes hard on my head, forcing me onto my knees in front of him. He undoes his pants and slips them down his thighs along with his boxers. Mark’s cock pops out and presses against my lips.

I begin to shake my head no, but as I do, he pinches my jaw open and I whimper in pain, my mouth opening up. His cock slides in deep, not wasting time. Pressing me head against the wall as I try to get away but that doesn’t work at all. He just begins to fuck my mouth, keeping my head pressed against the wall as he forces his cock down my throat. I begin to gag and choke on his length. My eyes letting tears run down them, ruining my make up. My drool mecidiyeköy escort sliding down my chin as he doesn’t let up. Desperately trying to get air in through my nose as my head is pinned.

After a few moments of using my throat, he pulls out and moves back a step. I spit to the ground as my drool hangs from my chin. Trying to catch my breath desperately. My chest rising and falling faster.

But before I can truly catch my breath, I feel his hand in my hair. Yanking me, a cry leaving my lips as he pulls me to my feet. Turning me around and spanking my ass with his free hand.

Not just one spank, but two. Followed by a third then fourth. My ass stinging and burning as I whimper out in pain. My face still a mess as he pulls my ass towards him and bends my back, so I am leaning forward.

Without a warning, I feel his hard thick cock slide inside my pussy. Feeling it slide in so deep. A moan escaping my lips as I am helpless to his size. His hands both grip my hips as he begins to pound my tight pussy with his cock. His body forcing mine forwards each time he thrusts into me.

I cannot help but moan in pleasure. The sensation of him fucking me, taking me in public, using me for pleasure, it drives me insane. My pussy becoming so wet and allowing him to thrust with ease.

One of his hands slips to my mouth and covers it, my moans turning into quiet muffled sounds of desperation. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “that’s it my little slut, scream for me. My cock isn’t going to stop until I empty my whole load inside of you.”

My eyes almost cross in pleasure as he says this, putting me over the edge. I begin to cum, surrounding his cock in my warmth sensations. Squeezing his cock so tight as my body wiggles in pleasure. Screaming against his hand as I try to stay standing, my legs wanting to give out.

“Yes my slut, that’s it. Cum for me. I’m going to fill you up. Beg me for it,” he demands, letting his hand go from my mouth.

Without even thinking about it, the lust getting to me, I begin to beg. “P…please Mark. Cum inside me. I need it so bad. Give it all to me, deep inside me. I need you to fill me up. Show me what needs to be inside me. Cum for me,” I beg.

That is all he needed. His cock exploding with hot sticky cum deep inside my pussy. Dripping down my leg as he slows down, trying to catch his breath as he pants. His cock sliding out as he steps back, using his fingers to scoop up some of his cum. Bringing it to my lips, he slips it in and I clean his fingers off once again.

“Wow, this is why you are my favorite,” he sighs as he pulls up his boxers and pants. Getting himself situated as I stand there in awe that it happened again.

I then wiggle my skirt back down and pull up my tank top and bra back into position. Leaving my broken blouse open. Cum still dripping down my leg as I watch him pick up my underwear from the ground and tuck it inside his pocket.

“I will see you at my place,” he demands, giving me his address. “Be there for 8 pm sharp. No panties or bra, just a dress. Do not disappoint me, I do know where you live.”

My eyes open wide as I nod my head. Staying quiet as I try to process what is happened. Why he wants me there. Why I want to go there.

With a slap on my ass, sending a sting against my red skin, he goes back inside his work. Leaving me there leaking of his cum as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened. And what is yet to happen.

Jack and Genevieve had been married for over fifteen years. They were both successful professionals in their late thirties. They did not have any kids and had about an acre of land with no close neighbors. It was a trade-off since their commutes to work in the city were nearly an hour. Genevieve worked in finance and Jack was in corporate human resources.

Their love life was more than satisfactory by most standards. Genevieve had grown up in a conservative house and generally preferred traditional lovemaking, though she had grown quite accustomed to Jack’s tongue. Jack, on the other hand, had many more outside the box interests. Specifically, femdom, bondage, and spanking, with a few other flavors sprinkled in. Genevieve had no interest in all that; they had fallen into a routine of sorts. Every other week or so, Genevieve would go out with her childhood friend Sarah, often spending the weekend at a hotel or at Sarah’s place. Between their two jobs, they had enough disposable income that it wasn’t a big expense.

While Genevieve was out, Jack would engage in self-bondage. He would rather have shared that with his wife, but that hadn’t borne fruit, so this was how he got his fix. He had actually acquired a decent amount of kit to try to vary things up. They had a guest bedroom where he stored all of his equipment.

The only kink that she had deigned to entertain was dangling into the dress that she was wearing. She hadn’t yet gotten changed after work. The key to Jack’s chastity cage was hanging between her breasts. She was leaning over some bank statements at the kitchen table and Jack’s cage swelled at the sight. Genevieve liked the idea that, despite his proclivities, Jack wasn’t able to fully satisfy himself or think about anyone else.

“Hon, can you come over here?”

“Sure, Neve. What’s up?” Jack responded, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“I’m just going through the bank statements, making sure there’s no fraudulent charges. There’s this weird charge from Berlin. Do you know what this is?” She circled the charge and pushed the statement to Jack.

“Oh yeah. That was me.”

“What did you spend over $400 dollars on?”

“Do you really want to know? It was for my hobby.”

Genevieve dramatically rolled her eyes. “You don’t have any hobbies. Except for tying yourself up. What could have cost so much?”

“It’s called MagBound. It’s a really accurate, really reliable tool. Basically, it’s an electromagnet with some attachments. It’s super easy to set up and when the time is up, you’re freed automatically. A lot less has the potential to go wrong. Besides, it’s almost for you,” Jack smirked.

“How on earth is that for me?”

“Remember how I made a mistake with one of my set-ups last year. You weren’t too thrilled that I was still stuck when you got home.”

They both closed their eyes to relive the memory for a moment. Jack had hoped she might get interested in his predicament; it was the only positive of the several hours he’d spent stuck. Neve had been less than thrilled, though.

She shook her head and said, “Oh, just show it to me.”

Jack thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to show or show you?” he said, placing extra emphasis on the second show.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, do you want to try it out or watch me use it?”

She considered it. She hadn’t thought about trying to see through his eyes, so thought it could be eye-opening.

“Ok. Just this once. I’ll let you try it on me.”

Jack lit up. “Great. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and started walking her towards the spare room.

“Now?”

“Why not? The bank statements will still be there later.”

* * *

Jack opened a few drawers, to get things setup. He knew she was not into bondage much, but he hoped to change that and wanted to keep it simple to encourage that.

“OK, I’m thinking a pretty simple tie, just spread eagle on the bed. Are you ok with that?”

She took a deep breath. “I guess so.”

“Great. You won’t regret it. I promise. Now strip.”

“What?”

“Everytime I tie myself up, I’m completely naked. If you are going to see what I get out of this, you need to go all the way.”

She nodded and shimmied out of her green dress, leaving her only in a matching panties. She paused then slipped them down and stepped out. She was entirely naked, other than the key to his cage.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I really appreciate you doing this.”

Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply. They made out for a minute, then he forced himself to pull back. If they got carried away, they’d lose the opportunity. Jack put wrist cuffs on her; he didn’t bother locking them. The way he was going to restrain her, she wouldn’t be able to get out of them anyway.

He knelt down to put the ankle cuffs on. This put him eye level with her sex. “Be honest, are you wet?”

Genevieve suddenly became acutely aware of how naked she was, the cuffs making her feel even most so. She nodded.

Jack took a cylinder out and showed it to her. The two pieces came apart merter escort easily. “It’s got a power supply inside. I’m going to attach one piece to your wrist and one to the bed. Once it’s turned on and the timer is started, you just touch the two pieces together. The magnet will hold it together really tightly. Are you still ok?”

“So far.”

“Alright, just remember, if you really get nervous or need to get out, just say red. I’ll cut the ropes, even if the magnet won’t release.”

Genevieve nodded.

“Please, lay on the bed.”

Jack took some ropes and connected her left hand and both feet to different corners. He also tied the MagBound to the last corner. He powered it on.

“I set the timer for 15 minutes. Are you ready?”

He squeezed her hand and, when she nodded, he brought her wrist up and connected the two pieces of the electromagnet.

“Try to get out.”

Genevieve struggled but the bonds were tight and she wasn’t able to move much. Jack looked down and saw the key to his cage. He briefly thought of using it to unlock and taking her right then, but it had been real progress getting her to hold his key and he wouldn’t break that trust. Jack leaned down and kissed her, his hand gently probing between her legs. He slid two fingers in and bent down to start licking her clit. He knew her body language pretty well. After a couple minutes, she was panting and close to orgasm. He pulled away.

“Fuck. What the hell was that?”

“You aren’t in control right now. 11 more minutes and you can come as much as you want.”

He smirked as she grumbled in frustration. After letting her come back down, he pulled out a blindfold. Once she couldn’t see, he took out a Magic Wand. She occasionally used a small vibrator, but not much else. Jack thought she’d enjoy this. Once he put the wand to her clit, he turned it on low and Genevieve gasped. He was able to bring her to the brink of orgasm twice more before the timer went off.

He put the wand away just before the timer went off. Her right hand came free. She ripped off the blindfold, her cheeks looking flushed. “What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean?” he asked innocently.

“Why didn’t you let me finish?” she demanded.

“It’s called edging. Your next orgasm will be huge because you had it denied a few times. Want me to show you?”

“Damn right.”

“Hand me the key, please.”

“After that, not a chance in hell. If you ever want to see that key again, you’ve got 10 seconds to get your tongue between my legs.”

“Yes, ma’am”

3 of her limbs were still tightly tied. In no time flat, Jack was on his knees, two fingers massaging her g-spot and his tongue going to work while her free hand gripped his hair fiercely. She shouted a profanity as she came loud enough to make Jack glad for the big property and few neighbors.

Jack untied her and removed the restraints as she recovered. He laid down next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thanks again for doing that. How was it for you?”

“I’m not used to giving up control, but I really enjoyed that. Gave me some ideas too.”

“Do any of your ideas involve using the key you’re wearing?”

Genevie smirked. “Maybe.”

* * *

Later that evening, Genevieve thought about all that happened as she showered. It really was the most intense orgasm she could remember. She’d had a great time, once she had gotten over how pissed she was every time that she almost came and had her orgasm torn away. She did think that turn about would be fair play.

As she walked into the living room, she made sure that her chastity necklace was visible. She was just wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. Jack was sitting on the couch with his feet up watching an old rerun. She walked up to him, her poise returned. Jack was staring at her nipples, protruding from the think tank.

“Can we talk?”

“Of course. Are you still ok with what we did?”

“I am. I had an idea, if you’re down for it.”

He was immediately at attention and turned the TV down. “I’m up for most things. What do you have in mind?”

“What did you call it, what you did to me?”

“Edging.”

“That works on guys too, right?”

“Absolutely, but there’s always potential for an accident if we don’t time it right.”

“So, here’s what I’m thinking. I liked the power differential of one us clothed and one not. Plus, I’d like to see if I can edge you the same way. But, and here’s the hard part, you won’t get to come tonight. You do what I say for the next few hours. You’ll get really horny and that should make your next orgasm amazing, whenever you get one.”

She smirked. She enjoyed watching the gears turning in his head. He thought about it; he hated that he wouldn’t get an orgasm tonight, but he was thrilled Genevieve might be starting to develop some interest.

“OK. I’m down. What do you want me to do, ma’am?”

“Ma’am?”

“If you’re in charge, shouldn’t you have a title?”

“Sure,” she acquiesced. “Now, take off all your clothes. Then, ortaköy escort go to your play cave and get a pair of handcuffs. And if you have any gadgets that work on a guy, you can bring that too.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack stood up and took off his shirt. He felt deliciously exposed as he took off his pants and boxers. Genevieve watched with interest, then stood up and kissed him.

“Thanks for letting me play. Now go.”

She playfully swatted his ass as he walked by. He quickly gathered a pair of handcuffs, a high-tech masturbator, and a blindfold, then grabbed a gag on a whim. He put everything on the table in front of the couch.

“Explain.”

He picked up the toy. “Well, this is a remote controlled masturbator. I haven’t used it since I started wearing the cage, but you can control it with an app on my phone. The gag is just in case I start begging and you still want to play.”

“OK. Not sure about that yet, but leave it for now. Ready to get started?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She took the key from around her neck and took off his cage. He was still standing, so he was lined up conveniently.

“Remember, you are not allowed to cum. If you are getting close, let me know. Now turn around.”

She put his handcuffs on after he did so. She grasped his balls. “Wow. These feel full. Isn’t this uncomfortable?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack was already rigid, excited from the earlier playing and the potential future. He wasn’t expecting to set any stamina records, as turned on as he was. He was surprised she took him in her mouth. It wasn’t generally her favorite activity; she didn’t like swallowing. After taking her time getting started, she grabbed his ass and pulled him forward until she was deepthroating him. She kept going for a few minutes, alternating playing with his balls and his ass as well.

“Stop, please, ma’am.”

As she pulled away and looked up, his face was contorted with effort. It was obviously a struggle. He wanted to cum with every fiber of his being, but his wife told him that he wasn’t allowed. He was going to follow her directions.

“Good boy. Sit down.”

Genevieve went to the kitchen. Jack heard her fumbling around, but didn’t try to see what she was doing. As she came back, she put a bowl down on the table. Jack gasped as she held ice to his engorged cock.

“We wouldn’t want to have to end the night too early right? Watch some TV while you calm down.” She put on a rom-com with her free hand. After a couple minutes, she judged him ready to continue.

She stroked him for a moment until he regained his full erection. She added a little lube, then slipped on the masturbator.

“Show me how to control this,” she instructed.

Jack grabbed his phone off the side table, unlocked it, and handed it over.

“It’s pretty advanced. There’s manual controls and different patterns,” he said, pointing to different parts of the screen.

“Interesting. Let’s try this.”

She turned it to low, watching Jack’s face as he started to writhe. Over the next few minutes, she mostly used the low settings, but enjoyed brief surprises on the higher end. It made him make the cutest moans and sounds. She tried leaving it on high, until he cried out that he was getting too close. She cut it off immediately.

Jack was still breathing quickly, trying to regain his composure.

“What is this cool-off button?”

Before he could reply, she clicked it and watched his intake of breath.

“Tell me what’s happening.”

“All the sensations ended and it got really cold. It’s like you’re holding ice on my cock. I think you can turn off the cold setting now, please.”

“Oh, can I? Glad I have your permission.” She gave him another minute, then killed it. “This button looks fun. How many times did you edge me?”

“3, ma’am.”

“A man of your experience could handle more than that right?”

“I don’t see much choice, ma’am.”

She smirked. “I guess not. Explain what this edge button does.”

He groaned. “I’d hoped you wouldn’t find that. It has sensors that can tell when I’m getting close. As soon as I do, it cycles into the cold, cool-off mode. I only used it once, then took it off to rub one out.”

“That sounds fun. Let’s try.”

As he got close, he started trying to thrash against the cuffs and buck. It wasn’t long before he was a blubbering, begging mess. “Please let me come, ma’am.”

“Not yet, I think. If I took three, you should be able to do twice that. Let’s try some of those other toys you brought out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She considered, then put the gag and blindfold in. She settled in to watch the show as she pressed the edge button again. And again. And again. For the last one, she even took a video with her phone.

Once she was satisfied that they’d both had enough, she removed the masturbator, iced him down, and put his cage back on. After the restraints were all off, she hugged him.

“This was fun. Let’s go to sleep now.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thanks for doing this, but I think I’m too turned on to sleep.”

“That’s otele gelen escort so sad for you,” she said as she playfully swatted his ass. “And Jack?”

“Stay naked for the night.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jack was as turned on as he could remember, but he was also thrilled that Genevieve was taking a little more control for the first time.

* * *

The next evening, they went out to a nice dinner. In preparation, he had brought an idea that he hoped would build on the progress they had made. Surprisingly, Genevieve hesitantly agreed. The idea was simple, but a little mischievous. They would both wear a remote controlled vibrator, her vaginally, him anally. He took the initiative to set the vibrator she would wear to his phone and his plug to hers.

They sat down at a table and Genevieve asked him what he hoped to get out of the evening.

“I just wanted to have a nice dinner out with my wife,” he smirked. “And I thought this might be fun. Watch this.”

He saw the waitress coming and turned her vibrator on. It was low, but she was caught off guard. It took her a moment to collect herself; she was blushing and noticed the waitress giving her an odd look. It’s all in my head; there’s no way she can hear anything, she thought. She ordered a glass of wine and turned back to Jack.

“Get a kick out of that?”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted.

“Well, let’s see why you like this.” She browsed and saw a pattern labeled firework. She turned it on low to start. She didn’t think he could orgasm that way, but she was curious to see its effect on him. She waited until the waitress returned to turn it all the way up. He was able to order, but only after taking a moment to collect himself.

“Excited?” she asked. She knew the answer, but wanted to hear him admit it.

“You’re going to make me leak through my pants if you keep that up.”

She turned it down moderately, then continued. “That gives me an idea. Up for a dare?”

“If you tell me to do something, I’ll try to do it. No dare needed.”

“Good answer. Go to the bathroom, take off your boxers, and bring them back.”

He swallowed, but resolved to follow through. “Yes, ma’am.”

He went to the bathroom, more nervous that he would have expected. He tried to take the stall furthest from the door, but it was occupied. He took the one nearest to the door and kicked off his shoes. Taking his pants and underwear off, he noticed that he was leaking profusely. He also noticed another customer walk in and tried to ignore it. Genevieve turned the plug back up and he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. He cleaned himself up a bit, got dressed again, and put his boxers in his pocket. Walking back to the table, he tried to surreptitiously put them in Genevieve’s purse.

“Good boy,” she said approvingly.

Trying to regain some control, Jack tried to change the topic of conversation.

“Are you still planning to spend the weekend with Sarah?”

“That’s the plan. What about you? Have your normal hobby planned?”

“Yup, think I have a plan for tomorrow night.”

“Text me when you’re starting and when you’re out, so I know you’re alive?”

“I’m pretty good at it, but of course.”

They both picked a new pattern and turned up the vibrators a bit.

The waitress came back to ask if they wanted any dessert. Genevieve adjusted her necklace in a way that would be obvious to Jack, but not other bystanders.

“Are you good skipping dessert?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, before he realized what he was doing. The waitress gave him quite the funny look as she took his credit card. They stood up to leave, and Genevieve gestured towards his cage.

“Looks like you’re leaking…”

Jack blushed and tried to cover the wet patch on his pants. They rushed home, all thoughts of bondage gone from their minds, they were so turned on. They stripped on the way to the bedroom. Once they were nude, Genevieve laid on the bed. Jack turned up the vibe and started licking her enthusiastically. She came very hard, very quickly.

Once she recovered, she took off her necklace. She huskily said, “Take off the cage, but leave the plug in. I want you in me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He wasted no time, though it was a little tough to get the cage off. He was already getting hard after being so relentlessly teased. While he took care of that, Genevieve found her phone and turned his plug all the way up. She removed her vibe as well. Jack looked up at her, his eyes pleading. She gently pushed him onto his back. She mounted him, holding his hands down, and making out with him. She tried to draw things out, teasing him a little and changing her rhythms, but she couldn’t hold out long either. They cried out as they came together, then fell asleep in each others’ arms.

* * *

After sleeping in, they showered together, then Genevieve locked his cage back on. Jack wished her a good weekend, then they split up. Genevieve left for Sarah’s place wearing a light sundress. Jack stayed behind wearing just a pair of jogging pants, his thoughts drifting to his extracurricular activities.

It was a quick 20 minute drive to Sarah’s place. They had grown up together and were closer than sisters. She left herself in, hugged Sarah hello, and helped herself to a mimosa. Sarah knew her well and had prepared.

Hi, I’m Veronica. I sexually tease and deny my husband. This story is about how we’ve tried a couple of different edging methods before we settled on the method we use now.

When I moved in with my husband, he had a clear idea about how he wanted me to edge him, or as he called it, teasingly masturbated. It’s the main method we use today.

We’d go up to the bedroom, usually on a Sunday afternoon so we’ll have plenty of playtime. I stand by the bed and watch my husband get undressed. He lies down on the bed, and I get some chains and padlocks from the closet to lock his wrists to the headboard and his feet to the footboard.

We have a queen-size sleigh bed where he added six cargo ties, three on the headboard and three on the footboard. This allows me to chain him to the bed with his arms and legs spread chained to the outside cargo ties, or together, chained to one of the cargo ties.

For his edging, I’d lock his wrists to the left cargo tie on the headboard and his ankles to the left cargo tie on the footboard. This gives me plenty of room to lie next to him on his left while I’m waiting for him to calm down.

After I’ve chained him to the bed, I undress. Not in a striptease kind of way. No, I undress like I’m getting ready to take a shower, being careful to keep my back to him the whole time. My husband gets more turned on when I act casual than when I try to act sexy. I can’t explain it, but it does make it easier for me to “perform”.

After I’m naked, I go to my jewelry box and get his chastity cage key. The key is brass and I’ve attached it to a slender gold necklace with a gold ring. I wear the necklace whenever I go out. If anyone asks about the key, I’ll tell them, or if I’m in a sadistic mood, I’ll have my husband tell them.

I straddle my husband’s thighs and unlock his chastity cage. I put the cage aside and put the beyoğlu escort necklace on so he can see the key. The necklace is long enough that the key rests just inside my cleavage.

Then I lean over and grab a bottle of baby oil from the end table. When I lean over, that’s as close as my bare tits get to my husband’s face.

I put some baby oil in my right palm, and start stroking with my right hand. Because my husband is restrained, I can take my hand away anytime after he gets erect. I usually wait until he’s flaccid before I resume stroking.

I’ll either remain straddling my husband’s thighs or I’ll lay down next to him while I’m waiting for him to get flaccid. While I’m waiting for him to calm down, I’ll do things that I know arouse my husband, like kiss him, tell him about my bedroom fun with Chuck or Mark, or take a cigarette break. I love how he gets so turned on watching me smoke a cigarette topless.

Sometimes, I try to take him literally to the edge before I take my hand away. I love how his thrashing body feels under me when he’s that close to an orgasm, but denied. Most of the time, I stop stroking long before that point. It’s much easier on me, although it’s not quite as much fun for him.

I usually edge my husband for a couple of hours. It’s a lot of effort to get him restrained in the bed, and I want to enjoy teasing him for long enough to make the effort worthwhile. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m stroking for two hours. Most of the time, I’m waiting for him to get flaccid.

In a two-hour period, I’d guess that I’m stroking and stopping maybe six to eight times.

When I decide I’ve done enough stroking for the evening, I either stop, or I continue until my husband ejaculates. I try to aim his cum at my boobs. Sometimes I hit them, and sometimes I don’t.

I clean myself and my husband’s escort ataköy cock with a washcloth from the bathroom. I clean his stainless steel chastity cage with rubbing alcohol and let it dry before I lock it back on.

If my husband’s cock won’t get back in the cage, I go down to the kitchen, put some ice in a plastic bag, go back to the bedroom, and hold the ice bag against his cock and scrotum until he shrinks enough to get back in the cage. Since I’m still naked, the ice takes a while to work it’s magic. He’s not happy when I do this, but he doesn’t get a choice.

I try to edge my husband once a week, although on the weekends when my boyfriend Chuck comes from out of town to visit, the edging session either moves to Monday or Tuesday night, or is sometimes skipped altogether.

Anyway, this is how my husband likes to be edged and I understand. Edging is his intimate and sexual time with me. But sometimes, I want to do something a little different.

One day, I was looking at some porn on the Internet, when I came across a picture of a woman and a naked man. The man’s wrists were bound to the ceiling and his ankles were bound to a spreader bar. The woman had a sundress on and she was sitting in a chair, stroking the man’s cock. I looked at that picture for a few minutes. As I was just about to close it, an idea popped into my head.

We have an overstuffed chair in the basement that I use to tease my husband with my boobs. I had him put hook eyes in the basement ceiling so I could chain him standing next to the chair. After he did that, I told him he’d have to earn his orgasms.

Each week, my husband would get one opportunity to have an orgasm. I’d have him get undressed, lock him standing next to the chair, sit down in the chair, and start reading on my Kindle.

I had a sundress on similar to the mecidiyeköy escort woman in the picture. My husband could see my cleavage, but that’s all the visual stimulation he got.

At some point, I would put the Kindle down, and light a cigarette. I would place my open left palm under my husband’s cock. I would try and keep my left palm as still as I could.

While I smoked the cigarette, my husband was allowed to rub his cock on my open palm. When I put the cigarette out, I took my palm away. If he came before I finished my cigarette, fine. I cleaned him and me up, put him back in his cage, and released him from the chains.

If he didn’t, we’ll too bad. He could try again next weekend. I’d resume reading and leave him standing there for a while before I locked him back in his cage and released him.

After about a month, my husband would be horny enough to cum in my open palm. I enjoyed this type of edging, mainly because it took a lot less effort on my part. My husband wasn’t as thrilled.

My husband came up with a variation of me relaxing in a chair that we tried. In this variation, I’d lock my husband’s wrists behind his back and have him kneel in front of me while I read on my Kindle. Again, I was wearing my sundress. At his angle, there was even less visual cleavage stimulation for him.

When I lit a cigarette, I would cross my ankles. While I smoked the cigarette my husband would be allowed to fuck my calves. If he came before I finished the cigarette, great. I clean up everything and unlock him. If not, we’ll he’d get to try again next week. Again, he’d have to wait until I finished reading before I unlocked his restraints.

I wasn’t as much of a fan of this variation because frankly, I didn’t want my husband fucking anything, not even my calves. We did it for a couple of months and after he came the second time, we never did it again.

As I said, edging is my husband’s time to enjoy himself, so we use the bedroom variation. I still think about the open palm variation from time to time. My husband knows when I’m thinking that because I’ll stroke his cock with my open palm while I’m straddling him.

Car trouble Ch 04

Saturday evening. From previous Instalment.

I spread some of Julie’s wetness around her anus, dribbled saliva onto my hand, wet my prick, then eased into my new playmate’s welcoming bum. “You can do anything to me,” she whispered, “I will do anything for you. Deeper if you want sir, I like to feel you.”

Lou suddenly rolled away from us and briefly scampered to the edge of the bed. A moment later she grabbed Julie’s hair and pulled her head up and spoke directly to her. “On your back, slave-slut. To me, “Excuse me sir”. She grabbed Julie’s shoulders and rolled her over, then pulled her thighs back to her pierced nipples and told her to hold them there. She put an excessive amount of lube on her hands and leaned over Julie, gave me a fierce kiss, and wrapped her slippery hands around my erection, wiping the excess around Julie’s genitals. The ends of the attached nipple chains were pooled on Julie’s belly, Lou clipped them between the labial rings and her nipples. “All yours sir.” I slid in and continued a slow rhythm.

Lou started tapping the crop onto the exposed clit of her friend and started a low, slow, mantra.

“You are my gift to him…

“Do you know how much I love him? I am giving him the only other person I love…

“I give him a young horny lover and you are going to give him everything…

“If you are going to share him, he will have ALL of you…

“Don’t you think I wish it was me lying there with my cunt chained open for him, with his cock in MY bum? Julie grunted a ‘yes’ sound…

“I don’t care what your young cunt wants to feel, you should only care about the wonderful man in your bowels…

“Ignore me playing with you, ignore the chains pulling on your nips and clit. Concentrate on the ridge of his prick as it slides. Try to feel every contour of him in you…

“If you cum, don’t stop making him feel good.”

She reached down and kissed her friend passionately, then took a knobbly dildo and slid it deep between Julie’s chained folds. “This will make you feel better for him. Can you feel his prick rub against the bumps?” She continued to gently spank her clit and intermittently pulled the dildo out and back deep in. I was disorientated, it was like watching other people. I was flooded with sensation (as I’m sure Julie was). The world and the necessity of an orgasm seemed remote. Then, “Fuck her hard sir, own her.” I slammed in and, on the back stroke, Julie brought the crop down sharp and hard onto the end of the dildo and Julie’s clit.

Julie started shaking and screamed. Lou caught her scream in an open-mouthed kiss and held her as she pulsed and shivered beneath me, gripping and pulsing as I finally emptied into her. I remotely watched my hands fumbling to unclip her labia from the nipple chains, then straightened her legs and lay on top of her, but with my arms around my wonderful wife.

Julie was gasping for breath, so I rolled off her and lay on my back. The girls were hugging and kissing. A little later, I felt them move as they helped each other to kneel side-by-side, looking at me.

“Sir?” From Lou. I looked up and then sat on the bed. Lou unbuckled the collar from her friend who looked apprehensive. She handed it to me and said, “You shouldn’t refuse a gift given with love sir.” I slid off the bed and stood beside it. It seemed like a formal occasion, despite us all being naked. They gracefully climbed off the bed and stood beside each other, ‘presenting’.

Julie, with glistening eyes, held her hair up and bend her head forward. I remembered the words Lou and I had said to each other.

I paused, thinking before I said, “Julie, do you submit your body to me, for my pleasure and yours?

“With all my heart master.”

“Then I, John, take you as my love slave, to have and keep safe until…” I paused “Until we are parted by death or indifference.”

“Until death us do part,” she replied, tears running, unhindered, down her cheeks. I buckled the collar.

“Our lover,” I stated.

“Yours,” she confirmed, “Always, both of you.”

Our play had been intense. We were all emotionally tired. The girls were clingy and emotional. I believe that I had guessed the revelation that they promised in the future; if I was correct, it would make an even bigger difference to our lives. I suspected that their secret also added to their emotional state.

We took care of bathroom needs and snuggled together in bed. The girls fell asleep almost immediately. I had thoughts that kept me awake.

I now had two beautiful, willing love slaves and little idea of how to keep them happy and satisfied long term. We had already played out most of my ideas that were derived from previous, private fantasies. Real life was only two days away and we would need to find ways of living and erotic playing that was sustainable. I realised that I needed to discover more about what the girls deepest and hidden desires and fears were.

An interesting Sunday Morning

I kağıthane escort woke, feeling my erection sliding along Lou’s slick folds. Hands were gently stroking my balls, presumably the two had decided that I had slept long enough.

“Ladies” I began. “Today we need to make some significant decisions. It is important to me that you are in the right frame of mind, so while I want you to pleasure me and each other, I don’t want either of you to cum. Can you do that?”

“Yes Sir,” They chorused. Lou continued sliding along me while Julie peppered me with soft kisses around my neck, ears and mouth while trying to ensure that at least one of her nipples was near enough to my mouth for me to suckle and nip. By unspoken agreement, Lou rolled away from me and rolling me onto my back, took over Julie’s duties at my neck and head, extending them to my chest. Julie’s kisses moved south until she was suckling my erection, still slick from Lou’s activities. I was able to suck and play my lips across my wife’s breasts and have a hand between each of their legs.

I reminded them not to cum. Lou immediately agreed, after a few seconds, Julie slid her throat of my erection to mutter that ‘I was in control of her’. Good to hear. She resumed her ministrations and, and partly due to her skills at fellation, and partly because the day held other delights, I did not try to delay it, so I soon orgasmed.

We ate a regular, fun breakfast. Regular because I now usually had delightful women nearby to fondle between or during mouthfuls of food. Fun because I encouraged them to fondle and play with each other. I wanted them both to be aroused. I told them to clear up after breakfast and then find a blindfold each and meet me in the bedroom. I found that I was telling them more than asking and they seemed to respond eagerly and without complaint.

I drew the bedroom curtains closed and sat on a chair to the foot of the bed. I heard the toilet flushing and they both approached, somewhat hesitantly. I told them to lay on their backs, with their heads near me.

“Put on your blindfolds. Move so that you can both spread you legs wide.” Their breath started to hitch as they obeyed. “I am going to pretend to hypnotise you, you are going to pretend to be hypnotised. I don’t know how to do it properly but pretending will put you in the right frame of mind. While I am talking to you, I want you to play with yourselves. Stroke your breasts and pussies; I want you aroused but not cumming.” They started to languidly run their hands across their own bodies.

I continued in a slow commanding voice. “You have both given me control of your bodies and your orgasms and I have promised to care for you and keep you safe. Do you trust me?”

“Yes Sir,” they both answered.

“I want you to take slow, deep breaths; as you breath, imagine that you are falling into a trance. Concentrate on what you can see on the inside of your eyelids. With each deep, slow breath, hear my voice; feel yourself falling. When I ask you questions, I want you to answer, but you must always be honest. We must be honest with each other if we are going to live with each other happily. You both know how much I demand honesty don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” they answered slowly and breathily.

“Remember to keep yourselves aroused. Imagine you are lying in your bed alone. You are warm and comfortable. You start to remember the things that we have been doing together. Louise, what have you enjoyed us doing. Be honest.”

“Sir, I have enjoyed everything. Some of it was frightening but I liked that you made me do things that made me frightened. The first time you spanked me over your knee, I was so turned on and it made me cum so hard. I was lost from then on. I loved doing the rude things you wanted. Being naked when at home. Not letting me cum when I was desperate. Deep throating you. Fucking my bottom. Needles in my nipples. Orgasming for pretend strangers in the field. Showing myself to the cyclists. Playing with Julie. Making me play with myself like now. I love it. I love loving both of you. I love you mastering me. I can’t cum yet, can I?”

“You know that I told you not to. Keep playing with yourself. Julie, what did you expect when Lou persuaded you to come here? What have you enjoyed?”

“Master, it was me who had to persuade your wife to let me join you both. I expected to be a fun aside for you. I hoped that you would let me stay so that I could be with Lou. I didn’t expect to have fallen for you so far and so fast. I love you sir. I love you both. I enjoy being a sister-slave under your control. I think that my poor choice of past partners has been a search for somebody I could respect and submit to. They wanted my obedience but did not show me respect. I did not respect them. I said last night that you could do anything to me, and I would do anything for you; that is still true and will always be true. Like Lou, I enjoy pain with my pleasure. I cum so hard when you spank me.” In an even quieter voice, “You levent escort can spank me any time, not just to make me cum or when I deserve it. Any time Sir, I am aroused just thinking about it.”

I said to them quietly, “This is going to be more difficult to be honest about. I want you to remember and talk about those fantasies that you masturbate to. There will be no judgement. Honesty is important. If that makes you too excited, you can slow down with your fingers. When you talk about them, let me know if the fantasies would be too extreme for us in real life. Take you time. Julie, you start.”

“Master, all my fantasies involve me having no choice. Being dominated by strong men. Being bound and fucked in all my holes by several men. I definitely only want you now though… and Lou. I love feeling full and stretched. When I learned about it, I started to think about being fisted, in my imagination it was always with Lou…

“At work I am a driven, a decisive hard-arse who doesn’t take any shit from anyone. With you I love being submissive, letting you decide. The deeper I submit, the freer and happier I feel. I feel soft and vulnerable, loved and used. You are strong but gentle. I like it when you are hard on me. I have some things that I brought, could I get them please. I want to show you.”

“After Lou has spoken. Your turn my love.”

“John, I seldom call you that now; I have started thinking of you as my Master. Just saying it makes me feel wanton. My teenage fantasies were about a strong man taking me. I was a hoping to be raped by a kind man. I know that real rape is disgusting but fantasies allow the impossible. I wanted to be fucked without it ‘being my fault’. I was happy in our vanilla marriage, but this is so much better. I have a younger nymph to compete against for your time, and that drives me to open myself even more. I am so happy that you accept her into our lives. I love her too. I love playing with her and want to try out her fantasies. She is so much more sexually experienced than me. I want her to teach me how to love and excite you more. As I submit more, I also feel freer and less inhibited.”

“Julie, get your things. Lou can leave her blindfold on for now.” Julie rushed out and returned flushed and breathless.

She stood ‘presenting’, but with a canvas bag held behind her and spoke a little hesitantly. “Master, you commanded me to be honest. I am scared; not of what I am going to say but scared that you will no longer have much respect for me.” She opened the bag and brought out a variety of small chains. These clip on my nipples and labial rings, like this. I get excited being controlled by them. Led around or secured to furniture or a spanking bench. Lou told me about your needle play and that sounded special. I also have this.” She showed me a leather leash and clipped it on the collar I had bought for her, that she wore with so much pride. She handed me the handle. “The crop that you used on my first day with you was part of this collection. I like being led around on my hands and knees while being spanked with a crop. I have knee pads for hard floors. I can see that you have an erection. I hope that it was because you are thinking of doing that for me. Would you do that for me sir?”

“I will. Kneel here. Lou, get your nipple clamps and some lube, then clip her chains to your clamps, kneel behind her and keep tension on the chains from her cunt.” I took hold of both chains on Julie’s nipples and pulled her between my knees and tucked the end of her lead beneath my legs. “Lou, keep your hands low and out of the way when I spank this young slave’s eager bottom. When I spank her, she will flinch away from the crop, you should keep those chains tight enough to stop her. You can also play with her cunt and bum. Get as many fingers into her as you can. Try to get your whole fist in if you can… Julie, wait as long as you can before you cum, when you do, don’t stop concentrating on blowing me.”

I took the crop and just waited. Julie eased forward, pulling against Lou’s clamped nipples and her own chained cunt. “You didn’t tell me the most significant fantasy, did you?” I landed the first sharp sting to her bum. I spoke slowly, each word distinct, each word punctuated with a sharp stinging spank.

“Lou, your punishment will come.” Spank.

“You thought that you would manipulate me with this beautiful”, spank.

“Willing,” spank.

“Sexy,” spank.

“Eager,” spank.

“FERTILE, wonderful present.”

Lou gasped as she realised that her ‘secret’ was exposed.

Julie writhed, seemingly unconcerned that the secret was revealed. She continued to slurp, suck, and make love to my prick. She edged her hips forward to stretch Lou’s nipples and pull on her own labia, then rocked back to run her tongue-tip into my piss-hole and her sex further onto Lou’s fingers.

Julie eased further back against the pull of the chains on her nipples to lift her head and smugly announce, “I told you we wouldn’t fool him…

“This maslak escort is lovely…

“You have stopped spanking Sir…

“I’m not pregnant yet. I’m still on birth control. You will still spank me when I am pregnant, I hope.”

Then she returned her loving attention to my prick. I resumed slow sharp spanks on her rapidly reddening bottom. Lou seemed to realise that she was in the middle of an important task and added lube to both hands and was trying to get her fist and several fingers in different orifices while staying out of the way of the crop.

Lou gave a breathless progress report. “Sir, she is so wet, I have two fingers in her bum. Her cunt is pulsing, and I have got all my fingers in there and I’ve nearly got my thumb in as well. She is cumming all the time. I don’t know how she can still service you while you spank her, and I fist her. I am so close to cumming just watching. I have so much to learn.”

I was impressed as well. “I think that she loves to serve others that she loves. She concentrates on them, and her body takes care of itself. You will be to do that in future, you have a heart full of love and you are as strong as her.” I saw Lou’s whole hand slide in and stop. Lou hummed a loud groan around my member as she sucked hard. “She wants to feel stuffed. Close your fist and gradually ease back and forward. Give her what she needs. Rock your wrist. Your thumb will be on her G-spot. She probably won’t stop cumming until you stop. When her spasms get weaker, slide out slowly, her muscles will be very tired there.”

I felt my balls start to rise in Julie’s soft grasp, she pulled back against her nipple chains and breathlessly asked me to cum on her face. She stroked me and ran a finger around, below my crown. As I started to pulse, she aimed the jets on her face and chest with a satisfied ‘Ahhh’.

Lou’s hand left her with a loud slurp and a small ‘fart’ noise. Julie rolled over, (unknowingly pulling on Lou’s chained nipples) and looked at me with a proud, satisfied smile.

Lou unclipped, knelt over her, and hugged while passionately kissing her mouth. She said to her, “You are incredible, I think you love him as much as I do. Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, but it hurt so good. Master spanking me; you fisting me; chains pulling on me. I am so lucky.”

Lou started licking her breasts and neck clean. Julie reciprocated, cleaning where cum had transferred during their hug. I ran a hot bath for Julie, and we helped her into it, but when I moved to remove her chains, she resisted, and instead, merely rearranged and re-clipped them, doubled chains nipple to nipple and labia to labia. Both of us soaped her lovingly, avoiding pulling on the chains that she was so attached to (and so attached to her). We left her to soak and showered together. I finger fucked Lou as she clung to me. “When will I be punished for keeping secrets?” she asked, slightly wistfully.

“Most people would consider helping your husband fuck and spank another woman was a punishment,” I suggested.

“Oh no, I loved seeing you two together. I was only envious of the things she can do for you, concentrate while blowing you and orgasming… but especially being able to get pregnant,” she finished her eyes sparkling, either with tears or excitement. I told her I would think about possible punishments later.

We helped dry and pamper Julie. She insisted on dropping to her knees and then drying as much as she could of both of us before standing up to be hugged again.

Afternoon delights and the show.

We ate a sedate lunch by our standards. No fucking on the table or spankings, merely a little naked groping and the occasional swipe of fresh ‘girl sauce’ or pre-cum condiment. I said that I needed to make a few arrangements for the evening amateur strip contest. They could discuss any minor improvements to their performance.

I ‘phoned the club and managed to speak with the lighting and sound guy. He was a college graduate, doing a job for extra cash, he sounded less sleazy than you might expect. I told him we would all be wearing full face masks and he told me that it was not unusual for punters and performers to want anonymity. I asked him if he could arrange for them to perform last. It was a favoured spot, but he said he would try. I hinted that ‘I would be grateful’.

We had a lazy afternoon. The emotional morning had left us tired. Louise was thoughtful but Julie was glowing, seemingly without a care. I decided that worrying would be counter-productive; things would work out or we would deal with them as they arose… I hoped. As the afternoon wore on, they both seemed more relaxed but would then remember the upcoming event and whisper and conspire together.

I asked Julie if she was sore, but she declared that she ‘was never better’. Despite this, I thought that they needed something to keep them grounded so I told them to help each other with a shave and an enema and insert the largest but-plug that they were comfortable with. More hot water use: Money well spent.

We decided on an afternoon tea as a snack to keep them energised short-term and a late dinner after the show. As the time approached, they became more nervous. I told them that they should give each other two gentle orgasms. I left them to help each other.

Chapter 2

It’s the next morning and I wake up screaming and lashing out. Daddy doesn’t know what to do. We’re both overwhelmed and I’m screaming and crying.

I’m shaking and I keep trying to do basic tasks but get overwhelmed and start age regression involuntarily. I’m having a tantrum but I’m confused about where I’m at from gang violence and a coma and we’re both dealing with a lot in life right now.

Daddy picks me up into his arms while we are still in bed. He holds me and says “it’s okay little baby daddy’s here. I’m here to give you kisses and cuddles and care. We can go get breakfast and meditate over some concentrates to help you get focused and nourished. Would you like that?”

“Yes daddy, I scared and had a bad dream. It was really scary. I wanna hold you and be babied all day.” I whine and cry. I grab his hand and put his thumb in my mouth, slowly sucking.

“Oh look my baby needs her mouth full of daddy. Feels better doesn’t it? You like how daddy tastes don’t you? You have such an oral fixation only daddy knows how to solve.” I moan around his thumb in my mouth as he goes to kiss my neck.

“Oh look it looks like the baby is getting all horny and naughty for Daddy. I bet if I press my hand to your panties, you’ll be warm and wet.” Just the thought of how daddy Chad can read my mind makes me wanna suck his cock. I’m completely his now and he runs my hand over the lips of my pussy.

“Baby I got you a pretty plug to fill your tight ass. You’re so tight baby daddy needs to stretch your holes. Do you like the sound of that?”

I quiver and shake at the thought. Daddy knows I really love anal but I am super shy about fındıkzade escort trying. “Yes daddy, I wanna be your good anal slut.”

“Good little girl. How old do you feel right now?”

I can’t stop thinking about sucking his cock and I pause before responding to the question.

“Like I’m four” I say in baby talk.. I move my hands down to his cock to feel his hardness.

“Good thank you for telling Daddy.” Sometimes Chad asks that question to gauge where I’m at in little space. He knows I was abused as a child.

“Can I suck your cock? I wanna suck and make you feel good too.” I beg and whine.

He nods and guides my head to his lap where his cock is hard in his boxers and I reach for him. So smooth in my hand I start licking up his precum from the tip to the base.

He feels good in mouth and I feel like I belong and have purpose. He grabs my hair as he guides me up and down his cock suck and caring for his shaft and licking him with my tongue.

“Good little girl, loving on daddy’s cock I bet you feel better now you’re full of daddy. You look so cute trying to swallow Daddy’s cock. Baby you make me feel so good. You know I adore when you suck my cock good girl, right where you should be,” he says as he thrusts deeper into my mouth until I’m gagging. He holds me there with his balls meeting my lips,pressed to my face. I’m choking and gagging and drooling all over us both. I focus on breathing through my nose as I am overstimulated from the eroticism. He moans and grunts as he deep throats me. I can feel his cock pulse and throb, almost ready to cum. He pulls me off his cock by the hair. I’m still gülbağ escort surprised when he quickly grabs me up into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom. He takes off my clothes and sets me in the shower, removing his clothes and doing the same. I turn the shower water on. Daddy looks deeply in my eyes before kissing me with tongue teasing mine. Then he grabs my hair, forces me to look him in the eyes and says, “suck little baby”

I drop to my knees, licking him from tip to base,before taking his cock all the way into my throat.

“I want to do something special little kitty. Can daddy pee in your mouth? I know my baby loves daddy’s cum and needs her fill.” he thrusts deeper into my mouth holding me there until I start to drool and make a slobbery mess. I feel completely used and little. We make eye contact I feel so vulnerable and want to make him happy.

“you feel so good, baby. Daddy really has to pee and cum.” he said and his cum fills my throat shooting his seed my mouth. He’s cumming so much and moaning. I look up at daddy and he looks completely in bliss. I feel so happy. He grunts and he begins pissing. I quickly try to swallow and before I can open my mouth to taste more of daddys golden stream he’s pissing all over my tits. I open my mouth extra wide so I can taste him. “there you go, good girl. That’s perfect baby.” The experience is newer to me but there is something so connecting and degrading about seeing daddy above me like this, releasing onto me because he loves me. He pulls me up by offering his hand and supporting my waist.

We lather each other up on soap and feel the warmth of the water halkalı escort and steam. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his neck. He picks me up in his arms.

“You’ve been such a good babygirl.” He gives me a kiss and tastes sweet when I go to lick his tongue. I feel his cock get hard and I grind down. He grabs my waist and thrust his cock in my pussy and I’m screaming his name.

“I’m going to fill you and breed you until you’re dripping. I want you to understand your place. I want you to be filled with daddy. Do you want that?”

“Yes. I’m really scared though.”

I just want you to feel good. Us both to feel good. Daddy has means if we need to for protection. Daddy wouldn’t mind getting you pregnant though.” He’s gazing deeply into my eyes. “Filling you up with my baby.” With each word he thrusts deeper inside of me and I’m moaning as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel myself reaching closer to climax and grip his shoulders as I kiss and suck his neck. I’m panting and whining when I cum, “Daddy Chad I’m cumming.” I can feel him throb in my pussy as I cum around his cock. He feels close to cumming too.

“Good girl Caitlin” he kisses my forehead.”Tell Daddy how much you need his seed. I’m so close.”

“Please, daddy, I want you to fill me. I’ve been such a good girl and I just wanna make daddy feel good and cum.”He has an intense loving warm gaze in his eyes as he cums balls deep inside of me. He grabs my hair in his hand to hold the gaze and I feel really warm and vulnerable with Daddy in a way that’s hard to explain. My little pussy is still squeezing his cock inside of me as cum begins to leak out. He then sets me down on the shower and dips his finger inside of me, “Fuck baby full of daddy’s cum leaking out, why don’t you taste?” He sticks his finger out for me to lick and suck the cum off. I feel so completely his and cared for as we finish cleaning each other up and get dressed for the day.