Their First Meeting

Their First Meeting
By: Mistress Tich (mistresstich@yahoo.com)

Their First Meeting

The first meeting of online friends, he thinks he knows her well, But does he? He's from the north and she's from the south, like day and night. He's looking for a little T & D, but what's she looking for....

His name is Michael and he lives in Illinois. He's married, but has a taste for something more,. He's so very handsome a man, an ex-jock. Tall, dark hair , dark eyes , lol, an Italian stallion so to speak and very hungry. He's a business man so therefore travels a lot.

Her name is Lynn and she's from Florida. Also married and she's definitely into more, maybe more then he bargained for. She's on the short side at 5'4, dark brunette hair, that hangs half way down her back, green eyes that sparkle, and change shades according to her moods. Well endowed breasts, and a pat-able ass. A housewife with ambitions to write 'erotica.'

She's written a few stories and posted them. She received email from them, praise and criticism. After reading one of her stories, he checked her profile on the story site then again online. Finding them both the same, he decided to contact her and see if she's for real. He sent her a short email asking if she writes stories. She told him yes she does 'Why?" He told her he read her story and really liked it, could they IM. She left him email saying sure, to leave his screen name, which he did.

They had several online chats through IM's. getting to know each other, learning about each other. They realized there was a hell of a draw . It wasn't long and there were short phone chats. First timidly, then full blown "teases." The kind where she teased him unmercifully. Tormenting him with what she would be doing to him. How she would have him service her.

Then while away on a business trip he bought a webcam to surprise Her, he knew how hearing him turned Her on, and what the pics he had sent her did for Her, so he was hoping this would please Her. So She could see what she was doing to him instead of him telling Her.

It worked, Lynn was very pleased with him. Being able to see his every throb Her words caused, and the drops of precum as they appeared, then rolled over the head and down the shaft. He occasionally went on cam at home, but it was mostly for his many business trips.

By observing his reactions to her words of encouragement, she learned just how far she could take him. The trigger words, the ones that took him to the next level. The webcam opened a whole new venue for teasing.

He has to take a trip south on business, amazingly enough where he has business is in the next town over from where she lives. After his business is taken care of, he planned to change hotels to where she lives in hopes of what, lol, maybe in hopes that lunch will turn into a something like they've talked about for extended periods of time.

So they plan on having lunch together with no expectations, just a meet and get to know lunch. Neither of them could ever imagine the chemistry that would be there. Both of them were so nervous, but so anxious.

When he got into town , he checked into his hotel, and called her letting her know he was here. She was soooo nervous, not sure this should happen, she practically jumped out of her skin when the phone rang, she knew it was him. She was expecting the call, so why all the nerves now, she thought.

He said he'd like to get freshened up and make a few business connections, and then they could meet. Telling her which hotel, giving her his room number if she wanted to meet there then go to lunch. She took down the number said maybe they should meet at the restaurant first. He had no problem with that either.

After his call she showered and put on her makeup, taking care, she wanted to make the best first impression. First starting with her lingerie, she remembered him saying how it was a turn on for him. She decided on a cream color front close bra in a sheer lace barely there style with matching thong panties. And with her outer clothes she decided on something a little dressy, but casual enough .A little dark purple skirt that came mid thigh, with a slit on the side. The top was similar to a tank top of a sheer beige material, low cut. She was hoping the outfit showed off her <ahem> assets. Finishing with a cream color garter belt with lace top nylons and some strappy sandals that came up her ankles.

Michael was just as anxious to impress her, making sure he looked appetizing. That he not only looked good but smelled good enough to eat. He called letting Lynn know that his meetings were over a little early, if she wasn't busy could they meet a little earlier then planned. If he only knew Lynn was just as anxious and had been waiting for his call. She told him sure. She'd be there shortly, trying not to sound to eager.

Lynn had packed a few of her toys, just in case it worked out like she hoped. You know, the usual toys a Dominatrix would enjoy. She put on the perfume she always wears, she had even sent him a sample, so when they chatted he could take a little sniff and could imagine her there. And when she would near him, he would know her before he even seen her.

On the drive over so many things were going through her mind. It would be so different, this time it would be real. She thought of all the different teases she had put him through. The long teasing sessions they had, the only orgasms he'd had were ruined ones, all leading up to this meeting. The ultimate tease, she wondered if she should/would let him cum this time.

Michael was wondering also, if everything worked out like he hoped if she would let him cum. Thinking it would be the best with her being there for it, He knew with the build up he had, it would be like a uncontrolled fire hose, spewing cum like never before. He was getting hard just thinking about it, about some of their last 'chats.'

Lynn arrived and parked, checking her hair and makeup, she decided she was glad she had worn her long hair pulled up, with a few strands hanging, giving her that tousled look. She dabbed a little more perfume on wrists, behind her ears drawing a line down to her breasts, then dabbing a bit to the inside of her elbows, smiling to herself she was feeling the Domme in her coming out and dabbed it on the inside her knees drawing a narrow line up the inside of her thighs. She knew that would drive her Michael crazy.

They had chosen a nice Italian restaurant near his hotel. As she approached the door to the restaurant, the door was opened for her, she smiled her thanks. Looking around the room, she saw him, more handsome in person, his picture he sent her didn't do him justice. Lynn gave them the reservation name to make sure, then the Hostess escorted her to their table. Michael stood up to hold her chair, leaning in close for a small hug and to breath in her scent. He told her she was more beautiful then her picture. She blushes slightly at his attention and words.

The waiter came to the table to show them a wine list, he ordered a nice wine. When the waiter walked away, he reached across the table and handed her a single pale lavender rose. The closest he could find to her color. She smiled and thanked him, not just for the rose but for remembering.

Michael told her he remembered everything she says, Lynn laughed and asked, "You remember everything I say?"

Michael said, "of course I do, care to test me?"

This really amused Lynn, she said, "Maybe later."

Their wine arrived, after Michael okayed it, the waiter poured them a glass. They made a small toast to "firsts." And hopefully many seconds and thirds. They made some small talk, talking a little about his business in town, the nice weather , he asked her "if she had ordered it special just for him?"

She laughed saying, "yes she had."

They were both quite nervous and it was showing Those silent moments, when all they did was look in each others eyes. Both wondering about the expectations. Lynn realized looking into his eyes just how submissive he was. Ohhhh those soft 'puppy-dog' looks he was giving Her!

Thank God for the waiter, he must have guessed it was a first meeting of these two. He brought the menus, told them of their specials, and offering a few suggestions. Both would start with a small house salad, she decided on Chicken Parmesan El Greco, she doesn't care for tomato sauce. He ordered Spaghetti with meatballs, how appropriate huh?

Another glass of wine, then the salads arrived. Which were very good, they chatted a little more about their likes and dislikes, food and otherwise. Wasn't long and dinner arrived.

Which was to both of their liking. Everything was delicious. After finishing their lunch they talked a few moments more while he paid the bill. They walked out into the warm afternoon air. And stood gazing into each other's eyes. Him trying to read Her, She was trying to imagine his real limits. Breaking the silence Michael asked if she'd like to come back to his room to chat a while.

Smiling Lynn said, "I thought you'd never ask." Michael asked where her car was, he had taken a cab. Lynn showing him the way, she asked if he'd like to drive, he said no, he really wanted to be able check her out some more without her realizing it. And look he did from the time she got in, watching her skirt ride up a little on her thighs. When she turned slightly in the seat to get out in traffic, he caught a nice glimpse of her cleavage. He only thought she hadn't noticed him watching, she also noticed the nice bulge he was developing in his pants.

Arriving at his hotel, they parked, and she popped the trunk, telling him to get the bag out of the trunk, <smirking to herself> her first order for him. Not realizing it though, he jumped to do as she said. She smiled to herself, he really is submissive, And she was planning on having the time of her life.

Michael took the bag out, shut the trunk and offered Lynn his other hand. They walked that way into the lobby and to the elevators. It was a quiet time of the afternoon, so the elevators weren't very busy, no one got on with them. After the doors closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms for a kiss. She granted him that, him being so good looking he was hard to resist. Their bodies melting into each other, the kiss lasting for the entire elevator ride.

Getting off on his floor, he picked the bag back up from where he had dropped it, they headed down the hall to his room. Pulling the card key from his pocket he swiped it, opening the door, showing Lynn in, telling her to make herself comfortable as he checked his messages. She checked out his suite while he was on the phone. Putting her bag in the bedroom. He called out to her he'd be on the phone a little while.

She said, "No problem to take his time."

Lynn sat her bag on the bed, opening it to get ready for their first afternoon together. Bringing out the leather wrists and ankle cuffs, <smiling to herself> as she run her fingers over them, they had only been used a few other times and had been put away for quite a while now. Lynn was looking forward to this. She attached them to the bed, mmmm she wondered if Michael had a premonition about what was gonna happen, this type of bed was just right for this it being a four poster bed. She slide a few different size vibrators under the edge of the mattress. Then took out a soft velveteen blindfold, a ball gag just in case he got vocal. And a few other surprises.

Lynn wants both of them to enjoy the afternoon, so she fills the ice bucket, gets a few sodas and a couple bottles of water to bring to the bedroom. Taking a separate bucket and putting some ice in it, then putting the bowl of fruit she brought in the top of it. And a few other tasty treats. Trying to get everything ready for when he's done with his business.

Sitting on the bed she lightly caresses her breasts in anticipation of all to come. Sliding her fingers to the hem of her skirt and up her thighs, finding that she's already damp. Sliding the panty aside and dipping her finger in and out a few times, then bringing them to her lips, she's always enjoyed her own taste, whether by herself or on her partners cock. MMMM....

Michael comes in the room quietly and just stands still watching her, such a erotic sight, he finds himself tenting the front of his slacks. Hard and throbbing, wanting. Watching her a little moan escapes his lips as she sucks her sweet juices from her fingers. Hearing his moan startles her. Looking up to him, she sees how excited he is but at the same time, thinking he needs to be ummm punished for not letting his 'Mistress' know he was entering the room. Lynn thinks to herself some rules will have to be set down, but since it's their first time, she'll let it slide, or maybe just make it a little harder on him.

Michael snaps back realizing he's been caught, and blushes while trying to make an apology which she just waves off saying to be quiet and come to her. She stands up and embraces him briefly, turning him so his back is to the bed.

Before pushing him to his back, she lifts his shirt off, over his head. Kissing down his chest, licking around his nipples first one then the other. Sucking on his little nub of a nipple, while she tweaks and rolls the other one with her index finger and thumb. She remembers him saying how sensitive they are, using that info against him. As she licks down his tummy, she watches his reactions. Hearing his soft moans she knows she's hitting all the right spots.

She flicks her tongue around his belly button, then licking along the edge of his slacks. Unsnapping them, slowly sliding the zipper down, she feels how his cock is springing to life. Now he's watching her in anticipation. She asks him to lift his cute ass up a little, and slides them down his legs, he had kicked off his shoes so she's able to slide them right off his feet. She moves down picking up first one foot and sliding his sock off and then the other. The anticipation is killing him.

He's trying to remember if he told her how ticklish he is. But he doesn't have long to wait, As Lynn holds his foot in her hands, a little smirk comes over her face, and she runs her nails down the sole of his foot. Causing him to about jump out of his skin, gasping. Lynn laughs, setting his foot back down. And he thinks he's safe.

Lynn tells him to scoot up the bed, Michael does as he's told, He's so eager to please her, he's waited along time for this meeting. Walking around to the top of the bed, she takes hold of his hand stretching it out she kisses his palm, then wraps his wrist in the leather wrist restraint, then goes to the other side and secures the other one. Michael flexes his muscles checking the binding, he realizes he's not going anywhere.

As she walks to the bottom of the bed, she's steady caressing him, but avoiding touching his cock/her weenie now! Finger tips and nails grazing his thighs, knees, calves. She takes a foot and wraps the leather cuff around it, Her fingers playing with his toes... Lynn loves the little gasps he makes. The way he shivers from her touch. She finishes his last restraint.

Michael's weenie is throbbing in mid air, twitching, hard as a rock He thinks it's harder then it's ever been. Lynn leans over him just inches from it, smiling she makes a licking motion with her tongue, like you would an ice cream cone. He watches in anticipation, hoping her tongue makes contact, When she does this a few times then stands up , Michael just groans with frustration.

Lynn puts the velvet blindfold over his eyes and fastens it. Taking away one of his senses. Smiling she picks a piece of ice out, and gently rubs it over first one of his nipples then the other, causing him to shiver. Then flicks her warm tongue over the nipple, sucking it gently. and then the other, paying equal attention to both.

Taking the cube she slides it down his chest to his belly button. Letting it melt slowly, then licking the water that remains. Michael starts begging, knowing which way she's heading.

She coos, and asks, "What Baby no chilly weenie?"

With a bit of a laugh. She picks up a bottle that has been warmed, MMMM chocolate syrup, she drizzles it on the head of his cock, letting it run down and over his balls. He's not sure what she's put on him just that it's warm And She gives it a few firm strokes. Then she starts the slow process of licking it off.

Steady soft moans and low groans come out of him. A slow torture. He starts thrusting his hips up and she stops. Frustrated he pleads with her for relief. No such luck there. He feels her wrap something around his balls, then his cock. And he remembers her talking about a cock & ball harness, and groans.

Only making his engorged cock throb even harder. And a deeper feeling of frustration washing over him as he realizes with the way the harness pulls his balls away from his body, there's no way of his cumming, till she's ready to allow that.

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The Office Trap- Part 2

The Office Trap- Part 2 [part 2 of 2]
By: falconman (bassmonster35@yahoo.com)

The Office Trap-Part 2 Tara and Shelby I estimated that I had been trapped in Tabitha's completely dark play room for 20 minutes when the door opened and I was suddenly blinded as the spotlight came back on.

"Hi Kevin" I heard a pair of familiar female voices say, "How are you this evening?"

"Well, I'm a little tied up at the moment, but other than that I'm fine." I said with a sarcastic tone still trying to figure out whose voices I was hearing.

"Good, that's the way we want you." I heard a sultry voice say as my new visitors stepped out of the darkness. My eyes nearly popped out of my head! It was Tara and Shelby, two of my co-workers!

"At least now I know what Tabitha meant when she said our friends had arrived," I thought to myself.

Shelby was in her late twenties, stood 5'9" and had short, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and long legs that never seemed to stop. She had an incredible smile and had the ability to give looks that could arouse a man instantaneously from across the room. She was my assistant in our accounting department and I had flirted with her a few times.

Tara was our personnel secretary. She was in her mid twenties and was about 5'6". She had been a cheerleader in college and was an accomplished gymnast as well. You could tell just by looking that she had powerful legs. She had long, wavy brown hair that reached the middle of her back and brown eyes. Both of them were dressed to kill in identical black leather cat suits that highlighted their figures perfectly.

"I see Tabitha has prepared you well Kevin!" Shelby stated as she and Tara started walking around me observing me from all angles. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they were enjoying what they were seeing.

"Tell me Kevin," Tara said with a devilish smile as she looked in my eyes, "How does it feel to be tied up naked in front of two of your co-workers?"

"Humiliating" I replied, which was greeted with laughter from both of them.

"I'm sure it is!" Shelby replied, "But I've got news for you. It's going to get a lot worse." They both chuckled again as they continued to ogle me.

"Oh look Shelby!" Tara exclaimed, "Kevin has a delicious looking ass!" she continued as she caressed it with her hands.

"He sure does!" Shelby responded, the evil look still in her eyes, "It's a shame what we're going to do to it." There was more laughter as they both stood in front of me gazing at my raging hard on. "I think Kevin likes it when we talk like this about him Shelby!" Tara chimed in, "His cock is about to burst!"

"Is that true Kevin?" Shelby asked with a smile, "Do you like having us talk about you like this?"

"Yes Shelby, I love it!" I responded.

"Ohh! You are such a slut aren't you?" Tara asked, "In fact...I think that should be your name for the rest of the night! Is that okay with you slut boy?"

"Yes mistress." I replied, knowing they were going to demand that next.

"Very good slut boy!" Shelby replied, "You know the rules! Obviously, slut, you realize that we now have complete control of you and can do anything we want with you! In fact, that is our cock now not yours, understand slut boy?"

"Yes mistress," I replied, "I understand. My body belongs to you and you can do anything you want to me. You have complete control and I will enjoy everything you do to me!"

"Very good slut boy," Tara replied, "Shelby, do you think his cock is going to stay like that while we torture him?"

"Oh no!" Shelby replied with a smirk, "He's going to get much harder than that!" she finished as huge smiles spread across their faces.

"Do you think he'll cum?" I heard Tara ask as they disappeared into the darkness.

"No," Shelby replied, "our cock would never cum without permission!"

I couldn't believe my ears! How was I going to get harder without cumming when my cock was already throbbing! And why was I enjoying this so much? My earlier response had not been a lie; I was enjoying being treated like a piece of meat. Having them talk about me like I wasn't even there was exciting and I couldn't wait to see what they were going to do to me. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

The girls reappeared a moment later. Each of them was holding a small leather paddle. They teased me by rubbing the paddles across my chest and cock. Shelby was on my right and Tara was on my left and they were each pressing their bodies against me in a very seductive way.

"You are going to love this slut." Shelby whispered licking my right ear.

"You are a pain slut aren't you?" Tara purred tapping the paddle lightly on my left nipple.

"Yes mistress, I am a pain slut!" I replied. This was not entirely true, but I knew it was what they wanted to hear. I had had a few girlfriends who occasionally whipped or paddled me, but I had a feeling this experience was going to be more intense.

"I hope so slut," Shelby hissed as she and Tara started rubbing the paddles over my ass, "because we're going to have an awful lot of fun with you."

"Let's start with the slut cheer." Tara suggested.

"Good idea," Shelby replied, "you start it."

Have you ever been to a sporting event where the cheerleaders ask you to spell something one letter at a time? They shout a letter and the crowd repeats it? That's what the slut cheer was, with the addition that each letter was followed with a simultaneous whack from each of the paddles. The ordeal went like this:

"Give me an S...S" whack!

"Give me an L...L" whack!

"Give me a U...U" whack!

"Give me a T...T" whack!

"What's it spell? Slut!" whack!

"What? Slut!" whack!

"Slut!" whack! "Slut!" whack! "Yaaay slut!" whack!

My ass was on fire! I had yelped in pain after the first two swats, but after that the blows came so swiftly, that I didn't have the energy to yelp. I just stood there feeling my legs weaken as the pain swept through my ass and crotch. Tabitha had given the chains enough slack that my knees could sag a little without hurting my arms, but they were tight enough that I had to keep standing. The girls repeated the cheer three more times using the words whore, bitch and Tabitha, in honor of the woman who had set me up! I was now completely humiliated. Here I was chained completely naked while two of my co-workers cheered at the top of their lungs as the beat my ass into submission. As humiliating as this was, however, my cock was now harder than ever! I was humiliated, but I wanted more! And more was exactly what I was going to get. The girls disappeared into the darkness again and returned carrying square wooden paddles with holes carved in them.

"Let's see slut boy," Tara began thoughtfully, "as personnel secretary it seems to me that you had your 35th birthday not too long ago is that correct?"

"Yes mistress," I answered. My birthday had occurred 10 months ago, but I was sure they didn't want to know that.

"Well I think we should give our slut his birthday spanking, don't you Shelby?" Tara said with a smile.

"Of course we should!" Shelby answered, "We need to show our slutty co-worker how much we love him!"

Tara started and began bringing the paddle down on my ass once every five seconds or so. Whack...Whack...Whack. The pace was slow and steady and she counted each stroke out loud. I don't know if Tara was swinging this paddle any harder than the other one, but the punishment my ass had already taken sure made it feel harder. The holes weren't helping things either! When Tara finished all 35 strokes, Shelby took her turn. Shelby was definitely swinging her paddle harder, and she was going at a faster pace than Tara. By the time she was done my ass felt like it was dark red! My cock, on the other hand, had grown even harder and I could feel cum starting to fill my balls. The girls disappeared again and I found myself wondering why they had forgotten the "one to grow on". A moment later I got my answer. The girls returned holding a large leather paddle with the studs in it that spelled the word slut.

"I bet you thought we forgot the one to grow on didn't you slut boy?" Tara asked with a grin. She then produced a quarter and told Shelby to call it in the air. Shelby called tails as Tara caught the coin and opened her hand. "Its tails," Tara said dejectedly, "Have fun," she continued, handing the paddle to Shelby.

Shelby went behind me and very gently placed the paddle against my ass. The paddle covered both cheeks and I could feel the studs against my ass. I knew slut was about to be stamped across my ass. A few seconds later Shelby took a major league swing. WHACK!!

"Ah, ha, ha, ahh!" I screamed as Tara and Shelby erupted with delight.

"There," said Shelby as she appeared in front of me, "You have now been officially labeled a slut." They walked into the darkness again laughing at the ridiculous spectacle standing in front of them. My cock was now standing straight out, straining for release.

Tara reappeared in front of me holding three numbered cards. "Now we're going to play a little game with you slut. On the back of each of these cards is the name of an instrument in our possession. You are going to choose the order in which we will use those instruments by calling out the numbers in the order in which you want them applied. The first instrument will apply 10 strokes to each cheek, the second will apply 5 and the last will apply 3. Each instrument will be used harder than the previous one. If you get through this without cumming, we won't call you slut anymore, if you cum, we will repeat this entire session! Do you understand slut boy?"

"Yes mistress," I panted, "I understand! I promise I won't cum! I know I can't handle a repeat performance!"

"That's good slut. Now choose your order." Tara instructed.

"2, 3, 1" I answered, fearful that the most obvious order would be greeted with distaste.

Shelby came out of the darkness and handed Tara a rubber flogger that had a number of strands with knots in each strand. "This is going to be great!" Tara said as she started draping the cock slowly and gently across my chest and cock. Tara kept slowly teasing my body with the flogger as she worked her way around to my ass.

"Now remember slut," Tara cautioned, "if you cum, you're going to have to repeat this. Are you ready slut?"

"I'm ready mistress." I replied.

"So am I." said Shelby. Shelby then revealed the feather that she had hidden behind her back. Shelby recognized the look of sensual fear that had suddenly appeared on my face and began to chuckle with evil delight as she slowly dragged the feather down across my stomach toward my pulsating cock.

Whack! The first stroke of the flogger sent new waves of pain across my ass. Then Shelby started to slowly tickle my cock and balls with the feather and my senses went wild! I was in sensual overload and the girls knew that I was rapidly losing control. This caused them to erupt with laughter as their game continued.

"Don't cum slut boy!" Tara warned.

"No slut boy! Don't listen to her! Cum! You know you're dying to!" Shelby countered, "Come on slut boy, release that load so we can keep torturing you!"

I was no longer able to hide the frustration that their little mind fuck was causing and the knowledge of my frustration just encouraged them to try harder. As Tara switched to my right ass cheek, Shelby started tickling me a little faster. By the time Tara finished with the flogger I was writhing in agony. I knew the girls were enjoying the frustration and humiliation they could see in my face as Tara went to get the second instrument.

Instrument number two was a small, thin whip that appeared to be made out of leather. It was about eight inches long and looked very similar to a band director's baton, except that it was much more flexible. Shelby snuggled up very close to me and began tickling the very base of my cock. Again, Tara started with my left cheek. The whip made a whistling sound as it flew through the air and landed with a loud CRACK!

"Owww!" I yelled as lighting shot through my body. The pain from that little whip was incredible! All the other items had delivered pain to my entire cheek at once. This little item concentrated all its' energy on one tiny spot! It felt like somebody had thrown a dart into my ass! The girls shrieked with delight at my reaction. Then Shelby winked at me and leaned in and started to lick and suck my right nipple.

"Ohhh God!" I moaned in ecstasy as my cock continued to twitch.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Tara landed FOUR rapid strokes on my cheek and I winced under the pain. Tara took her time before moving to my right cheek, allowing the pain to course through my ass. Shelby began to suck my nipple harder as Tara began delivering the blows to my right cheek. She took her time with all five of these strokes and by the time she was done there were tears in my eyes and my cock was twitching uncontrollably.

"Only one more instrument to go slut boy," Shelby whispered as Tara disappeared again, "Aren't you dying to cum?"

In an effort to take my mind off the intense urge I felt in my loins, I tried to downplay it. "No, I think I'll be okay." I responded in as confident a voice as I could muster.

"Oh you do, do you?" Shelby responded to my challenge of her authority, "Well let's see how you feel about this."

Shelby then put the feather on the sensitive spot directly under the tip of my cock and began tickling furiously.

"Ahhh!" I sighed in ecstasy as my cock started to throb faster.

Shelby was reveling in the power she had over me. "Yeah slut! That's it slut! Moan with delight! Lose control and cum for me! Come on baby shoot that load!"

Tara came back holding a three-pronged cane. "You better not cum slut boy!" she warned, "I guarantee you're not going to want me to use this on you again!"

Tara walked behind me and landed a very hard blow on my left cheek. CRACK!!!

Fuzzy lights appeared in my eyes as the sensation overwhelmed me. Shelby's merciless tickling continued, as did her verbal assault.

CRACK!!! My entire body jumped with the pain causing me to thrust me hips and my pulsating cock toward Shelby. Shelby's smile could have lit up the sky! It extended from ear to ear and her eyes were sparkling with wild desire. CRACK!!! The third blow sent a rush of blood to my cock which caused it to start pulsating furiously. I could feel the cum starting to rise.

"Only three more to go slut boy!" Tara quipped, "Don't cum!"

Shelby stopped tickling me with the feather and stepped back saying, "Oh there's no way he's going to be able to hold out now, look at how that cock of ours is twitching!"

CRACK!!! My cock bobbed straight up in the air and bounced back down. I was desperately tensing my muscles in an effort to hold my cum in! CRACK!!! With my muscles tensed, the pain was more intense than ever and I could feel the cock rushing up my shaft! "NO!" I thought to myself sternly, "You've been humiliated enough, you are not going to cum one stroke from the end!"

"This last blow should do it Tara!" Shelby beamed bending down so she could get a better view of my impending eruption.

CRACK!!! The last blow landed and I felt the cum rushing to get out! I strained with all my might as my cock tethered on the edge for what felt like an eternity! "NNNhh!" I grunted as I tried with all my might to keep from blowing my load all over the floor. Just when I thought there was no hope, I felt the cum start to subside. A small drop of precum dribbled out of the head as my cock twitched a couple times and then started to relax. I couldn't believe it! Somehow I had managed to prevent the largest orgasm of my life! I felt wonderful at what I had accomplished, but my need to cum was larger than ever.

Suddenly, the girls started to applaud and cheer. "Congratulations Kevin!" Tara chimed, "That was incredible! I never thought you'd be able to hold out!"

"Neither did I!" Shelby added, "Most guys we do this to lose their load before the first instrument is done! No one has ever survived all three! That was really impressive!"

"It sure was!" I heard Tabitha's say as she stepped into the spotlight. It was obvious that she had been watching from the shadows the whole time! She was wearing a cat suit identical to those worn by Tara and Shelby. Her face was lit up by an incredibly, beautiful smile as she walked toward me saying, "I've never seen a guy control an orgasm like that before! You should really be proud of yourself!" Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and planted a very deep kiss right on my lips.

"Thanks," I said, a little embarrassed at having received such a passionate kiss in front of two co-workers.

"You're welcome," Tabitha said as she seemed to regain her control. "Wow!" she added as she reached down and squeezed my balls, "Your balls are really full! You must really need to cum!"

"You have no idea." I replied as the girls giggled with evil delight.

Tara then fastened a collar and leash around my neck as Tabitha and Shelby began to unchain my legs. "Tell me Kevin," Tara asked as she began unchaining my left arm, "how did you manage to keep from coming?"

"I wouldn't have if you hadn't threatened to repeat the session!" I responded honestly, "I would have erupted like Mount Vesuvius, but I never would have survived a repeat performance!"

"Ah, I see!" said Shelby as I saw Tara and Tabitha exchange an amused glance. "You see how much power we have over you Kevin? We can even control your orgasms! Even when we're bluffing!" she finished with a grin.

"Bluffing?" I asked.

The girls started chuckling in a most evil way, ?Kevin dear," Shelby explained, "We are here to control you, not hurt you. A "repeat performance" could have put you in the hospital! We just told you that so you would hold out as long as possible! We never thought you'd make it all the way through!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I had just stopped the most intense orgasm of my life because of a bluff!

Tabitha saw the frustration returning to my face and said, "Denial's a bitch isn't it Kevin?" as the others moved a padded table into the spotlight, "We are now in complete control of you Kevin, we control your every move. We will do anything we want with you and we will decide when that cock of ours is allowed to cum? Understand Kevin?"

"Yes mistress," I replied.

"Yes what Kevin?" Tabitha responded as she began to caress my balls.

"Yes you are in control of my body and my cock mistress." I answered.

"Whose cock and body Kevin?" Tabitha asked sternly, squeezing my balls firmly.

"Sorry mistress, your cock and body. You're in complete control of your cock and body mistress." I responded as the urge to cum returned.

"You love being in our control don't you Kevin?" Tabitha hissed as she began tickling my throbbing cock with her fingers.

"Yes mistress, I love being in your control." I panted.

"You're our slave now aren't you?" she asked. Her ministrations now had me in a mindless state of arousal and I was ready to agree with whatever she said.

"Yes mistress, I love being your slave mistress." I replied, my eyes rolling back as I felt the cum starting to rise again.

"You need to cum again don't you slave?" she asked, licking my ear.

"Yes mistress, I really need to cum!" I panted.

"But you don't want to cum without our permission do you slave? You need to cum, but you won't without our permission will you?" she continued.

"No mistress, I won't cum without your permission."

"Ask us for permission to cum slave!" Tabitha hissed.

"Yeah slave," Tara and Shelby added, "ask us for permission to cum!"

"PLEASE MISTRESSES!" I whined, "PLEASE let me cum!"

"No slave I don't think we should let you cum." Tabitha replied with a purr. "Neither do we!" the others replied together.

"You're almost ready to cum without permission aren't you slave?" Tabitha added as she saw my cock twitch.

"Yes mistress!" I moaned.

"Ask us to stop slave! Beg us not to make you cum slave!" Tabitha purred.

"PLEASE MISTRESSES!" I begged, "PLEASE don't make me cum without permission!"

"Okay slave!" Tabitha replied cheerfully as she stopped fondling me. "I won't make you cum. Just lie down here on your back.

I followed Tabitha's orders without question and by the time I had regained my senses I realized that I had been strapped to a padded table. My head was in a head rest that was elevated slightly so that I could see the rest of my predicament. My arms were strapped down across my wrists and elbows, while my legs were strapped down at the ankles, knees and upper thighs. The ladies then opened the foot of the table so that my legs were spread very wide. My cock was standing straight up like a fireman's pole.

Once Tabitha was satisfied that everything was where she wanted it she said, "Relax Kevin, it'll be a little while before the next part begins!"

"The next part?" I asked as the ladies headed for the door.

"No questions Kevin!" Tabitha beamed as she politely scolded me.

"It was nice to see you Kevin!" Tara and Shelby called as they walked out.

"See you later...slave." Tabitha added as she shut off the light and closed the door.

I was right back where I had started! Helpless and alone in a pitch black room!

More coming...

Husband Sharing

Husband Sharing
By: Thumper6948 (mikey46580@yahoo.com)

You have heard of Wife Sharing well this is "Husband Sharing"

Judy and I have a pretty exciting life style and we openly take on other partners on a regular basis. Both being horney good looking people we enjoyed most things that feel good.

Judy is model quality and stands an even 6' with a heart shaped butt and heavy C to a light D breasts. Her reddish blondehair cascades down to the middle of her back. Her beautiful legs start at her feet and go all the way to heaven. Her nipples are inverted and she has long pussy lips that she loves to have sucked.

We regularly enjoy other couples for both exhibitionism and sex. We like to entertain with stimulating games and prizes. We have even went as far as to wager our spouses for a weekend. It is exciting to be someones sex slave for two days.

It's amazing how many friends show up when a gal has a well hung sex slave at her beck and call. The same held true with Judy for her 48 hours. She was very tender for days, but had a smile you couldn't wipe off. (So far I haven't lost)

We on the other hand have won slaves on several occasions and really put them through their paces. Our stocks keep our slaves in place while they were being thoroughly fucked. We even have a ramp that allows the stock prisoner to suck fluids from the guests. It makes everything line up perfectly. We also have a seat that has a clear toilet seat that lines up with the slaves mouth. The slave can either eat pussy and lick butt or suck dick or suck balls. It is very popular with the gals who seem to never tire of being licked.

We have get togethers as a group and play exciting games that involve sex play of all kinds. One of our favorite games is a version of the old party game musical chairs with a slightly different twist. Our version starts with all the guys naked setting on the chairs with the gals with two clothing items each that are pre-determined. A top and a skirt with no undies.

When the music stops of course there is one lucky gal who (looses??) or wins depending on your point of view. She then looses one of her clothing items for each loss. Even after being naked they continue to play, but losses after being naked result in penalties. They range from being butt fucked to triple penetration for five minutes which gives the others a break from the continous fucking they are doing as they switch partners.

This usually goes o till all of the guys are drained and can't get it up again.

We have other games like fish bowl where the gals reach into a big bowl and one at a time read off the name of the guy she is going to spend the next hour with in bed and everyone finds their own spot to fuck.

We have one friend Dennis who spends alot of time in the john because he is into water sports and enjoys being peed on while laying in the tub. He has gals sit on his face and he licks while they pee in his mouth. I actually saw him drain a full bladder once without spilling a drop. Just drank it down like it was honey or something else yummy. (Not my thing but everyone has their own thing they say)

We have one gal named Julia that enjoys rimming people and has an extra long tongue that she sticks up your butt and reams you out. It actually feels wonderful and she will keep doing it until you roll over or ask her to stop.

Then there is my Judy who is an exhibitionist and gets all the gals to either run around naked or nearly naked when we are out and about. The Wicked Weisel Bikinis they wear are about as close to being naked as a bikini can be. The see through material and tiny size makes the gals the center of attention everywhere we go. (Which is the idea)

So today's entertainment consisted of an auction of sorts and the Sex Slave has agreed to willingly submit to 48 hours of sexual stimulation and exhibition and as much fucking as the person can handle.

The determing factor was an exciting part of the game being any one of the 22 people present could be one of the two Sex Slaves for the following weekend. We all played the game as couples and the loosing spouse would give their wife or husband away for the auction.

We played a dice game where you roll five dice up to three times trying to get a 6 then a 5 then a 4 and the other two dice count as your score. There are twelve rounds of play and scores are kept for each person. The lowest two scores are the ones who give their spouse as the Sex Slaves the following weekend.

With 22 people and alot of passes of the dice cup it is hard to determine the lossers until the end. This week two gals lost and their husbands were the entertainment for the two person stocks at the pool party the following Saturday and Sunday. The gals will love that since we have fold down stocks with toilet seats positioned over the slaves mouth for easy access for eating pussy and licking butts.

With the addition of Viagra the gals will have live dildoes available for their use as well while they are laying face up under the toilet seats with their ankles tied spread eagle.

See Part Two for the conclusion:

CUM PARTY TIME

CUM PARTY TIME
By: sex4u (sex4u4647@aol.com)

CUM PARTY TIME

I would love to attend a party like this one. Would you? Please give me feedback, I've to hear if you like or dislike. RON.

After having been married for five years, Art and Rita were getting totally bored with life and each other. Their day to day life was without change, work, dinner, TV, bed (to sleep), sex twice a week. If that often. There had to be more. One fuck of a lot more. But what was the solution? They would soon find out.

One morning in the mail there was an invitation to a party at a friends house. It was a to a sexy costume party, dance, bring your own bottle, Saturday night. Fun for all.

Rita called Shirley. "Morning dear, we just got your invite to the party, who will be there and what kind of party will it be?"

"Well,, there will be five other couples, three of the couples are swingers." Shirley explained. "Costumes are to be sexy and revealing as possible. We will have a lot of sexy fun, flirting and teasing each other. Some might even go farther, but no one has to do anything that they don't want to."

"You know that I like to flirt, so does Art, but anything else Im not sure." Rita said. "I haven't been with anyone but Art since before we got married. Before him I had enjoyed fucking with a few different men but none since."

"Nothing can or will happen that you don't want to happen." Shirley told her. "Come and enjoy the evening, you and Art should enjoy yourselves."

After talking it over with Art. They decided it would be nice to go and at least watch and stay with each other, or maybe have a little fun if it felt OK.

She called Shirley back and said they would attend.

Art rented a devil outfit, that fit snugly and showed his muscular body, so tight even his cock and balls showed through the red satin shorts.

Rita dressed as a cat, black leotards that molded to her shapely body. Every thing showed. Her tits were medium size, nicely shaped, and very firm. She wore no bra or panties so her nipples poked proudly through the thin material, and if you looked close you could make out the hair around her pussy. They both looked very sexy.

Covering their costumes with long coats they left for the party.

When they arrived at the party, five couples were there. Two of the couples they knew and the others they had seen around but never met. All dressed in very revealing costumes.

Shirley, dressed as a Greek goddess in a gown so revealing you could tell that she was bare under it. Her nipples poked out invitingly through the thin material.

John, as Tarzan in a leopard skin wrapped loosly around his waist.

Bonnie and Roger as Indians, Roger only wore a small loin cloth, that barely covered his prick and leaving his ass bare. Bonnie's loin cloth was mostly fringe, as was her top. Her tits poked out when she moved.

James and Connie were cave people in fur wraps but Connie's top covered only one breast, leaving one pretty tit exposed for all to admire.

Gary and Grace were both dressed as skeletons, black skin tight outfits with white bones painted on them. It was very obvious that they wore nothing under them. Gary's cock was making a bulge and Grace's ample tits showed very well.

Ralph and Sandy, dressed in roman togas that revealed as much as they covered. You could tell they were naked under their togas.

Dancing and drinking, every one mixed, dancing with many different partners. All were enjoying themselves. The drinks were very strong, and the lights were very dim. Most of the men got brave and started feeling up the women as they danced and the women reciprocated.

Rita was dancing with Roger when he moved one hand to her tit, squeezing it gently. She was shocked at first but it felt nice and since it was just in fun she offered no resistance. He pulled her ass in to rub his now hard cock against her pussy. Getting a little brave she reached under his loin cloth and held his bare cock while they danced and she felt it grow hard in her hand. The first strange cock she had touched in many years. This felt good, she thought. Maybe I will get fucked by someone tonight. Might be fun if Art was willing to go along with it.

With the lights so dim that you could hardly see anyone else. Art reached under Sandy's toga to find her smooth bare behind. Caressing her ass with one hand he felt for her cunt with the other, inserting his finger between it's lips he could feel the moist heat of her body. He hoped that Rita couldn't see him having some fun. He would like some strange pussy.

His cock swelled to it's full length as Sandy unsnapped his fly and let out his cock to play with it, Sandy liked cock, as many different ones as possible. She was going to get fucked by this one tonight, she hoped.

The Greek goddess opened her gown to allow the skeleton, Gary, full access to her lovely body. He took full advantage of the opportunity by lowering his lips to her bare breasts and kissing them. While she rubbed his cock. The party was heading in the right direction. Hopefully, soon someone would do more, and the party will swing.

Grace unzipped her costume, letting it slip off. Kneeling she raised James' fur. Started to give him a blow job. In the middle of the floor with the other couples dancing around them. She wished the lights were a little brighter so the others could see, she liked to be watched while having sex, and liked to watch others fuck.

Ralph's prick was getting hard just dancing with Bonnie, her nipples were rubbing against his chest and her belly was pressed to his. Opening his toga he pulled her to his naked body and yanked off her loin cloth, lifted her up and impaled her pussy with his stiff cock. Still dancing, she settled down on him, allowing it to enter her hot pussy. They fucked. Bonnie had screwed around a few times but had never been to an orgy. Ralph's prick felt so nice in her and it excited her to know that she might get fucked several times by different men tonight.

Connie wrapped her hand firmly around John's prick. This was the first strange prick she had touched in four years, it felt good to her. Slipping out of her fur wrap, she jacked him off. She could tell by the sounds from around the room that the others were doing more than just dancing. the scent of sex was in the air. She and James had gotten stale lately and after getting invited to this party both agreed to open up to some new adventures. Both had the desire to get fucked tonight.

Rita was getting so very worked up that she wanted to do more than just be fondled, and play with a bare cock. In the dark she bumped into a figure kneeling on the floor. It was a naked woman and giving someone a blow job. Envious of this person she stripped and kneeling started to suck on Roger's hard cock. This prick tasted a little different than Arts but still very good. She wanted to taste some cum. Sucking eagerly at this beautiful stiff prick she got hotter and hotter. The first spirt of hot cum caught her unawares but she swallowed and stayed on this fountain as Roger filled her mouth with his offering. She drained him.

With her oral desires fulfilled she wanted more, she wanted a cock deep inside, fucking her. She wanted some hot sex.

Soon every one was sexually active. In the darkness they all switched around to different partners, several times they changed. Nobody was sure of who they were with, but nobody cared.

Cunts got fucked and eaten, cocks fucked and got sucked, everybody did what they wanted and enjoyed what they did.

Finally the party broke up, well after midnight. Everyone was very well satisfied.

Wearing only their coats over their naked bodies. Art and Rita drove home, not saying a thing but holding hands. Getting into bed together, they kissed. Art getting hard again rolled between her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy, they fucked slow and easy, making love and after a beautiful climax, wrapping together they fell asleep.

Waking first in the morning, Rita went to get a very much needed coffee. Sitting naked at the table, deep in thought she didn't notice Art until his hands grasped her tits from behind.

"Good morning sweets, I'll get a coffee then we better talk." he said. "Did you enjoy last night or not?" Squeezing her tits gently he kissed her cheek and went to get a cup, setting next to her, he took her hand in his. "Well."

"Well,,,I don't know, for sure." Rita told him. "It was different, stranger than anything we've ever done, but at least we did it together." She asked "How do you feel?"

"It was exciting for me, men look at some things different than women do." Art replied. "I liked fucking those other girls but the most exciting thing was knowing that you were getting fucked by somebody at the same time."

"Did that really turn you on?" She asked. "If it did, you will be glad to hear that it was several somebodies."

"Several? How many? Please tell me about it all." Art begged her and started to play with one of her tits with one hand, holding his now hard prick with the other.

"No, you tell me first." Rita went to her knees. "What all did you do and to who?" and took his prick in her mouth and sucked on it.

"Well,, hon, I started dancing with you, then Bonnie in her Indian outfit that covered nothing let me feel her tits then while dancing with Sandy I fingered her pussy. Did you know she shaves her pussy?

"I was looking for you, to check how far you wanted to go when I saw you go down on Roger's prick." Art continued. "I was shocked at first, then thrilled to watch you sucking on someone else's cock."

"Then going to the floor with Sandy I started to eat her bare pussy. Boy was it nice with no hair to get in the way, maybe you should shave." Art was getting close. "While I was licking Sandy someone started to suck on my prick, I'm not sure who it was. Then I was pushed away from Sandy and someone started to fuck her."

"Switching around in the crowd I had my cock in about ten pussys or mouths, and came three times, twice in cunts and once in a mouth." He groaned. "As I'm cummin in YOURS.."

Art deposited a load of cum in Rita's waiting mouth.

"Now it's your turn." he said. "How many somebodies?"

"The first cock I felt was John's. While we were dancing he was squeezing my tits and I reached for him, his prick got so hard while I played with it. I knew then that I wanted to get fucked by any man in the room."

"When we switched, I was in Roger's arms and hotter than hell. I held his hard cock while he played with my tits."

Rita pushed Art down between her legs. "Eat me, please honey, eat me!"

"We bumped into Grace giving James a blow job." She sighed. "I stripped and started to suck Roger's stiff cock, while I was sucking Roger, Grace played with my nipples."

"My mouth soon filled with Roger's tasty cum." Rita was enjoying talking about last night. "I wanted to get fucked next. Looking around I saw some man laying on his back, his prick sticking up. His face was covered by a woman sitting on it so I don't know who it was. I lowered my hot cunt to it, eagerly covering this hard cock with my empty pussy. I was fucking myself on it, when a woman stood near my face and put her cunt to my mouth. Her cunt was dripping fresh cum so I licked it clean."

"Oh, oh honey I'm coming." Rita cried, and wrapped her legs around Art's neck. "Your still the best cunt lapper in town." Rita started a series of climaxes that left her totally drained.

Going back to bed they held and kissed each other for a while. Then Art reminded her that she hadn't finished her story and he wanted to hear it all. All about how many cocks she had and if she liked them.

"Only if we fuck while I tell." She said, reaching for his prick and guiding it to her pussy.

"After I licked that pussy, I sucked two more cocks and had a cock in me four different times. Some one would fuck me a little then switch with someone else. Two cocks came in my pussy and one in my mouth."

"I sucked cock three times, had five hard cocks in me, I climaxed too many times to remember."

"After the men petered out, the women got together in a circle and started to eat each others cunts. I sucked the cum from two more pussys while some of the girls sucked mine."

"That's about all, so now YOU fuck me." she said.

HE DID....

Pushing the Limits- the unofficial challenge

Pushing the Limits- the unofficial challenge [part 3 of 5]
By: Little Pup (suplittlepup@yahoo.com)

It has been about a month since the last challenge was completed, and a crazy month it has been. Time is a funny thing, and while I know the calendar says it's been a month, there are times the events seem like another life ago; and yet others where it seems like I was only yesterday. Despite how illusive time can be, life always strikes a balance. I would've been foolish to think the fun that had been so prevalent wouldn't be met with a decent portion of unrest.

After the completion of the second challenge, Stu and I had to take a step back. We had come close, too close, to crossing a line that I don't think either of us was morally ready to cross. It was a difficult thing for me to come to terms with, for we had been pushing the limits and I had been enjoying myself. However, at the same time, I didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize our friendship. There's nothing like the battle between your wants and desires against logic and reasoning.

I struggled with feelings that I had done something wrong, or that I was being punished somehow. It seemed cruel to me that I'd be so close to having the attention I longed for from him, that I'd be so close to satisfying my curiosities about what it would be like, only to have it be taken away.

To our credit, we did discuss these things, and Stu did his best to assure me that all was well with us. He asked me to fight for him in the battles within me; to know that he'd never intentionally hurt me. I knew what he said was true, and I knew in my heart of hearts that as far as he was concerned, all was well with us... I just wasn't sure if the same thing could be said for me.

I had a lot on my mind, and the timing of our halt didn't ease any stress. Within the course of a week, I had family in the hospital, a sibling's wedding to attend and my emotions regarding Stu to try to figure out. While at the wedding, I couldn't help but think it would've been a perfect opportunity for some kind of challenge, if we were still going to play that game. No challenge was issued though, and the thought served as a reminder of what I saw as an end to a chapter of fun.

I wasn't quite sure what taking a step back looked like, I just knew that our actions had managed to cross the not-so-clear line we'd never drawn in the sand. I wasn't sure I could tell him my thoughts and feelings anymore, let alone my desires or things I'd like to try. On the same token, I wasn't sure I could keep it from him either. I fought off the urge to disappear, to hide until the thoughts passed like I had done in the past, but I had promised myself I'd no longer run from Stu or my feelings about him.

Fortunately, I had my book, the one I write to Stu in. It's a silly habit, but it's a way for me to talk with him and let him in without sharing too much. In most cases, it allows me to formulate my thoughts more clearly before I spoke with him about my ponderings. Some day I imagine he'll get the book, or books if it takes that long. He knows most things contained in the pages, but there are the occassional glimpses into my mind or heart that I don't share; at least not yet.

Any fears I had about remaining open to him were laid to rest almost instantly. The irony in the fact that I was telling him about my fears of being open to him, and thus opennng myself up in the process was lost on me for the time being. I knew my fears were slightly silly, though justifiable. He has never attempted to censor me, instead drawing me out of my shell and encouraging me to express myself more freely. He assured me that there was no harm in our chatting, or even in continuing to swap links to stories or movies; it was the "contact sports" that crossed the line. He also made mention of the fact that if I ran away, I'd be taking the little bit of fun he did get to have away from him; and I couldn't bring myself to do that.

It's almost strange how quickly things went back to normal. We swapped links and talked like we had been for the last two years or so. During one of our late night conversations, fantasies were brought up and he asked if I had any I'd want to share. I did, but I grew concerned that it might make things difficult for him to know what I thought in that regard. He laughed at me and said thoughts were fine. It took me a while, but I did finally post a fantasy up for him and others to read (Happy Friday?). He told me I had an active imagination and that it was a "delightful story".

We talked about bits of it, and he gave me a hard time about the rain. I love the rain, and have since I was a mere child. For all the times I've sat in a downpour, or walked in a drizzle, I've never found myself with an opportunity to get frisky in the rain. We laughed and joked, and he mentioned that perhaps one day I could find myself alone with the rain falling outside. If such an occasion were to occur, I could take my trusty vibe out onto my balcony and see what it was like. It wasn't quite a challenge, more so just an urging to expand on something I was curious about.

It was only a few days later when an opportunity presented itself. My boys were off at a graduation party, and I was home alone after work. When I had gotten home, I had changed out of my clothes into a purple sarong that I had tied around my chest. With it knotted in the middle between my breasts, it made for a nice and breezy outfit. Darkness began to fall, and with it rain. I smiled to myself as I realized the chance I was being given, and wondered if Stu had known the weather forcast before he made mention of playing in the rain. I retrieved BOB from his hiding place, and placed a chair out on my balcony.

The air was getting cooler, with the change in humidity, but it wasn't a deterrent. A few drops had landed on the chair, and when I sat down, the moisture soaked right through the thin material and felt cold on my skin. I was excited about what I was going to do, knowing that with the big hill behind my apartment there was the off chance that I might get spotted. I also heard a few splashes and voices coming from the pool 3 stories down and to the left. If I wasn't quiet with my fun, I might be heard. It might've been less risky to wait until I had the blanket of complete darkness on my side, but I had no guarantee that it would still be raining then. My mind wandered to Stu and describing the experience to him, the feel of the rain, the rush of energy I had knowing people might hear me if I got too excited.

I slid down the chair, spreading my legs as I did so. It didn't take much maneuvering to move the sarong so that I was almost fully exposed to the sporadic raindrops. The first few made me jump, cold little shocks that left me waiting and anticipating the next one; much like one awaits the tentative touch of their lover. A drop hit my breast, just to the right of my nipple, and my breath caught. It seemed as though the rain was teasing me, as strange as it sounds, and it just drove me further along.

I ran my hand gently up my thigh, before zeroing in on my own target. My bare lips were already moist, and I let my fingers glide up and down my slit. After a few teasing moments, I dipped a finger, then two into my pussy and moaned as the rain's sporadic pattern seemed to increase. The dancing raindrops urged on my fingers, and the pace started to quicken. I went to raise my other hand to my breasts, when I realized it was still holding BOB.

I removed my fingers, and replaced them with the vibe; first running the point up and down my slit, gently nudging my clit, before allowing it to slide inside. My pussy yielded to the intrusion, noticing each of the bumps on the ribbed toy as it made its journey inward. Once it was inside, I stopped for a minute, imagining what I must look like sitting outside in the pseudo open, with my body exposed to the rain, and a vibe deep in my pussy. What would someone see from the hilltop if they looked in my direction? I wondered if my downstairs neighbor had his balcony door open to listen to the rain. Would he hear me? If he came out to see what the noises were, would he be able to see up through the small gaps in the 2x4s that made up the balcony? The thoughts turned me on even more...

The random rainfall turned into a gentle, but constant shower. It felt like a cool massage that kept me on my toes, my senses on fire. Despite the cold that should've been taking hold of my naked body, I felt as though I was radiating heat. I felt alive, and invigorated. I started to slide BOB in and out of me, without turning the bottom dial. I usually save the buzzing to push me over the edge as the feel of having something deep within me is a feeling I like to savor, without the distraction of buzzing.

Suddenly, the rain began to fall harder and I realized that I'd be a drowned rat if I stayed out much longer. I began to thrust the toy in and out of me faster and deeper, relishing in the feel of the rain beating down against my flesh. It surprised me how quickly I felt the familiar tingle in my tummy, the one that lets me know my body likes what is happening to it. I turned the bottom dial and felt a strong buzz radiate through my groin. I had been trying to be quiet, in case the people down at the pool could hear me, but I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips.

Any attempt I had been making at keeping quiet now seemed futile. If the people at the pool could hear me over the spattering of the rain, or cared to listen enough to know what I was doing, it was on them; I didn't care anymore. I felt free and exposed, energized and alive, and maybe a tad bit naughty.

I thought about what it would be like for it to be a man instead of a toy bringing such pleasure to my nether regions. How the feel of their wet skin would feel against mine, or what the medley of sensations would be with us both radiating heat against the coldness of the rain. I thought about how shocking it would be to have my nipple go from the warmth of a mouth, only to be hit with a cold raindrop when it came free.

I was lost in my thoughts, which were driving me on. I pulled the vibe from my pussy, and ran the tip up my slit until it met my clit. It was like electricity shooting through me, the combination of my thoughts, mixed with the rainfall, and the direct stimulation on my clit was a massive blend to egg me on to orgasmic bliss. If there was anyone left down at the pool, I'd wager that they could've heard me as I screamed out in ecstasy. I'm not a big screamer, but the power and ferocity in which I came surprised me, as I shook and trembled in the night.

I kept the vibe on my clit, even after the first wave of my orgasm passed over me. The aftershocks were staved off as I refused to allow myself to come down from the heights of pleasure. Moans and whimpers were escaping my lips like I was a woman posessed. Once I couldn't take the direct stimulation anymore, I thrust the toy back into my opening. It took only a few thrusts of the vibrating toy to bring on yet another wave of pleasure. My mind was clouded with lustful thoughts, and the fact that I was being "naughty" and really didn't care! After the wave passed, and the aftershocks rolled through my body, I laid my head against the back of the chair enjoying the warm sense of after glow I felt.

The rain had grown heavier, which had helped in driving me on. Now, as I sat still sprawled out on the chair, with my eyes closed; I could feel the difference. The drops were harder, and I thought that had anyone been down at the pool, they would've been smart enough to seek shelter. I couldn't put myself in the smart category, as I sat out in the downpour, unsure of whether my legs could carry me the few steps into my apartment. It wasn't until I could start to feel the cold that I made my way inside; and then I laughed.

Laughter was the easiest way to express the emotions held within. I had sated a curiosity, had two wonderfully powerful orgasms, and felt more alive than I had in the last month. In a strange way, I was proud of myself, and even though I knew I looked like a drowned rat, I felt like I was something special. Something someone would be lucky to hold on to. I felt beautiful and sexy, and not one bit ashamed of the fun I had just had. Maybe someday I'd be able to have that kind of fun with someone else...

I dried myself off, still quite content with the rain falling outside. I picked up my phone and sent Stu a simple text "FYI its raining :)" and I correctly assumed that he'd know what I meant, and would want the details.

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I wanted to take a quick moment to thank you guys and gals! I know I warned you in the beginning that this is a true story, and unfolding as I write. I know that sometimes things don't happen as we wish, or in the time we wish, but I appreciate your patience and interest in the story!

Masturbation Bravo

Masturbation Bravo [part 2 of 2]
By: Tom Land (tomland2000@hotmail.com)

Masturbation Bravo

By Tom Land

Ralph was feeling especially horny and he wanted a good jack-off session to get himself some relief. His nuts were almost aching from needing to cum, and he had a very well-developed routine that he loved to go through in jacking off. He'd been out in the malls again, this time just watching the babes and getting sexual inspiration for his masturbation session when he went home that afternoon. He loved the variety of sexy babes he saw as he walked around, pretending to shop but really just checking out the female landscape that surrounded him. He loved how nicely young women and teenage girls bodies developed and he loved how the women today seemed to dress just to show off their figures -- their tits, their asses, their bared bellies and every other part of the anatomy that they could figure a way to put on public display.

Ralph had that routine where he went to lingerie shops and watched women and girls buying bras, thongs, panties, sleepwear and so forth, but he often just enjoyed checking out how the babes around him were dressed. He especially enjoyed admiring the different bra styles and fashions that he saw on women. He figured to himself that the style and size and type of bra a woman chooses to buy and wear could be an entire psychological study on its own. Ralph especially enjoyed the fact that over recent decades American women's fashion and social practices had gone radically from the days of women "bra-burning" to the trends of the 1990s and early 21st century where it has become so obvious that the way women exert their independence and personality is by the bras and panties and clothing styles that they choose to wear. In the earlier days, they supposedly didn't want to show off their bodies, their breasts and now women spend big money to buy sexy bras that do basically one thing and one thing only -- enhance the appearance and desirability of their tits. Ralph loved current times far more than the earlier ones.

Ralph headed home after he'd enjoyed the babes he'd been watching for a couple of hours, and when he got there, he couldn't get to his jackoff session soon enough to suit him. He got in the family room and stripped totally naked and then he began to think back over some of the sexy women and teenage girls he'd seen earlier that day. He also always had a nice library of porn pics, videos and men's magazines that he used to get himself hot and ready for masturbating. He loved a lot of the less risque mags such as Stuff and FHM because they had some very sexy women in them, many of them well-known celebrities, and the babes were willing to strip down to barely lingerie or almost nothing without posing totally nude. That left plenty for his imagination to help him enjoy stroking his hardon and bringing himself off. Ralph often wondered where the decision line lay between a young actress or celebrity posing NEARLY nude for one of those magazines and the option of posing totally nude -- at least from the waist up -- for something like Playboy. Doesn't seem that's hurt a lot of babes' future career prospects. Think of the sexy babes who have posed nude and even been Playboy "Playmates" on gone on to very productive careers -- Erika Eleniak, Pam Anderson, Anna Nicole Smith, Teri Weigel (well, very successful but in the adult movie business), Kathy Showers, and many many others who posed fully nude and then used that 'exposure" to their fullest advantage.

Ralph concentrated on one young lady who'd waited on him in the convenience store on his way to the mall. He'd bought a large coffee and some goodies to tide him over until dinner time later, and when she'd bent over to get a plastic bag for his items, she'd bent over right in front of him and he could see all the way down the front of her top to her waist. Ralp loved it when he was able to actually see a woman's bra and lingerie and hew knew to some degree why Bill Clinton had fallen for Monica Lewinsky when she'd lifted her jacket and shown him the strap to her thong that day in the Oval Office. Bill had to figure that any sexy young woman hot enough to actually show him she was wearing a thong had a lot more to show and a lot of hotness about her to even do something like that.

The young lady's name was Lana, from her store nametag, and when Ralph got ready for a serious jackoff session, he began thinking about Lana and how sexy she must be. He replayed in his brain the sexiness of seeing her nice B-cup sized tits held firmly in the cups of her bra. He'd been disappointed that her bra had been nicely fitted and the cups contained hre rounded tits just perfectly. He'd seen some women whose bras fit so loosely that when they bent over, the cups gapped foward, letting him get an even better view of their exposed naked tits than he would otherwise.

Ralph imagined that Lana was as horny as he was and he walked around behind the counter where she worked and she quickly got down in front of him, and unzipped his pants and took his hardening cock out and began to both stroke his meat and also to suck on his growing cock. She soon had the head of his dick in her mouth and she ran her wet hot lips up and down over his cock, watching as his dick starting rising up in increasing erection. He wanted to cum so badly and he loved how Lana was giving him such a great blowjob. Her hands were also kneading his cum-filled balls and she stroked him up and down, actually seeming to enjoy the act of having his aroused dick in her mouth and hands and hotly anticipating getting his cumload in her tummy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah, baby, suck my dick," Ralph said as he let Lana continue to really blow him good. As he sat back and was stroking his hardon, he loved the feel of having full nuts that wanted to spurt their cum so powerfully out all over the place. He had his hand wrapped firmly around his cock and he gradually increased the speed and firmness that he held his dick in his hand as he envisioned moving closer and closer to bringing him off with her wet hot mouth and hand.

"Yeah, baby, you sure do suck some good cock, baby," Ralph moaned as he felt her bringing him closer and closer to cumming. Ralph wanted to throw her back on the counter, lower her pants and slide his big cock inside her pussy and give her a good fucking but he knew he'd better just settle for this naughy young babe with the hot willing mouth just sucking him off and eagerly swallowing his plentiful cumload.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Lana moaned as she caressed his balls, and she could taste the pre-cum letting her know that she was about to get the chance to deal with Ralph's balls spewing their load down into her throat.

Lana was jacking Ralph's cock back and forth, back and forth and bobbing her tight wet lips up and down on his swollen cockhead and then he moaned that he was going to cum. There in his family room, Ralph stood up, his hand rapidly jacking his dick and as he felt his orgasm beginning to explode, he moaned hotly and then the first thick hot geyser of his semen spurted four feet in front of him and hit the side of his leather couch. Another spurt shot out and it fell slightly closer and before he'd finished, Ralph had shot a huge cumload onto the couch and the carpet there in front of him.

Ralph gently kept jacking his dick as he imagined Lana sucking him and licking his cock clean. And then he kissed her, tasting the remnants of his spunge where she'd thoroughly sucked and licked his cock clean.

Ralph wasn't near being finished though. Now it was time for him to use some of his massive porn video collection to serve as the sex partner he would be enjoying unrestrained fucking with.

To be continued

More than eye Candy

More than eye Candy
By: xpurrteez (xpurrteez@yahoo.com)

More than eye candy.

A young woman seduces an older man.

Matthew tentatively placed the palm of his hand on the silken leg before him. He felt the warm firm skin beneath his touch and a rush of pent up desire ripple through his body and fire his imagination. The exquisite young woman smiled and leaned forward to kiss him and be kissed by him. He felt relieved he had read the signals correctly that she did want him to touch her. Their lips met in a slow passionate and gentle touch. He felt himself suppressing his heavy breathing and stoked the silken skin of here leg moving tentatively over her shapely thigh to the hem of the short skirt that was stretched tightly around her curvaceous hips. The kiss got more urgent as he touched her. She pressed her moist lips against his and began caressing the nape of his neck tickling the tiny hairs there with her fingernails and sending little shivers through him.

It was still very much a dream that he felt he was in. It had only been an hour ago he had found himself entranced by the petite blond that he was now kissing and caressing. He had known he only as a picture in the catalogues his company used to market lingerie products. She had always stood out in the teen market photos especially in the sweet underwear from the S.H.E range she wore. She was about 5'6" petite and with an A cup but with perfect-globed breasts that sat uplifted in most bras in a sweet hot cleavage. Everything else about her was like a doll - luscious curves, pert rounded ass and long shapely legs with exquisitely beautiful skin. Blue eyes that he was lost in at this moment, full cupids bow lips and aristocratic high cheekbones.

Matthew in his late 40's and divorced was in mid life crisis territory. He wondered if she was a gold digger but didn't care. He wondered if she was an escort but didn't care. He slid his other hand to touch her sweet pert breasts. The nipples had erupted from the tight halter she wore and the outline showed her arousal. When he felt how firm they were and the luscious shape beneath his touch he felt the already excited lump in his pants lurch forward and swell dramatically. It was only then he was conscious of the idea that she had let him and perhaps encouraged this intimacy.

They had spoken briefly and dance before retreating to the patio seat they now occupied. It had been her who had spotted him nursing a drink alone in the party and she had smiled sweetly and made her way over to him. He had been ogling her since the moment she arrived. Everyone had flocked her around from the mostly gay fashion designers to the wealthy playboy types and male models alike. The room was alive with beautiful models both male and female and he guessed that like in many of these events some of them were call girls hired to keep customers happy and many of the rest were eye-candy for the punters to promote the lingerie products of the company that hosted the event. Matthew was dressed smartly in his best Armani suit. As the owner of a chain of Lingerie boutiques he liked to buy the best from the most fashionable houses. S.H.E had for years produced consistently classy and sexy underwear and lingerie. It was known for its mysterious owners a group of three women each descendant from the St Sein and Honeywell families that had offices in London and Paris that had founded the company over a hundred years ago.

Matthew wasn't a particularly handsome man but his work with a personal trainer kept him fit and he still had a full head of dark hair with flecks of grey appearing making him look distinguished rather than old. His green eyes and warm manner made him appealing and though he wasn't immediately an attractive option for most women once they knew him, his wit and warmth was engaging. It was the fact that he had made Candice laugh that perhaps brought him to where he was now he mused. When she came over to talk to him he had made some comment about flies around a honey pot and then somehow they had begun talking about her last photo shoot of the new line of butterfly effect lingerie. Some how from there they had ended up dancing together. It had all been such a whirlwind and he still had suspicions about whether or not she was paid to be with him to keep his company on side or even if she was trying to earn a little on the side herself. At the moment he would have paid anything to continue. His hand felt her stiffening nipple and her kisses showed how much she enjoyed being touched. He slid his hand beneath the hem of her skirt to feel the curve of her hip and touch the soft silken panties that stretched across her sweet body. She murmured and wriggled seductively sighing sexily between renewing her more passionate kisses and caressing his hair sending shivers through him.

Candice was barely 19. She knew the effect she had on men. She was conscious of how they looked at her, knew how to walk so every eye in the room was on her. How to talk so people hung on every word and how to dress so seductively that women envied her and men had wet dreams over her. Despite this she came across as sweet and almost oblivious of her affect. There was a far away look in her eyes and a distance and warmth about her eyes and her smile that drew people of all ages and gender to her. Dancing with her- slow dancing with her presented the opportunity to feel her body against his. To run his hands across her luscious curves, to stare lasciviously down her silk halter-top and to feel her slender waist was making him feel sublime. Two or three songs passed in this sweet embrace and then she smiled and led him to the patio seat where they began to kiss.

" I'm curious what it is you see in me." He gasped. " I mean I'm twice your age!" "I mean don't get me wrong but are you um... a call girl?"

He wondered if he had blown it but pinched her nipple and kept his hand where it was on her hip feeling the line of her panties with his fingertips.

" What do you think this building is worth Matt?" she said to him sweetly. She continued to caress his hair and wriggle positively against his wandering hand movements.

"Oh maybe $ 4 million, I guess. Why do you ask? Its genuine Art Deco, great location tastefully restored. "

" Very good, $4.6 million at last valuation, Well it's just that I own it. I have an apartment on the top floor. So I don't need to do this for money. And our company doesn't need more of your business either if that's what you are thinking."

She kissed him again until he was breathless and the hand he had on her breast squeezed and kneaded it toying with the nipple and reveling in its hardness. Her tongue lanced into his mouth and her long fingernails traced his neck and hairline wildly.

When the flurry of passion subsided he looked at her. He was relieved but still couldn't believe his luck. "Then why me Candice? There are some great looking guys here your age too."

She smiled at him and reached down and touched the hand that he had beneath her tight skirt hem. She grasped the top of the palm and guided it until it touched the sweet triangle of silk covering her pussy. He felt the warmth and the dampness there and shivered with excitement. She smiled.

" It's because I want to fuck you! Feel how wet I am already. And boys my age usually want to show off how athletic they are. Sex tends to be a race to be won rather than an intimacy to be explored. Now let me see if you want me a little."

She reached down and placed her hand on the burgeoning lump in his pants. She clasped it tightly to feel how hard it was and felt it move under her touch. She began to trace an outline with her fingernails that sent shivers through him and she leaned forward and kissed him as she teased his cock and he began to press the outline of her labia into her panties. He wanted to find her clit and make her tremble tike she was making him tremble. The dampness filled her diaphanous panties and he rubbed the sweet lump until she began to pant and kiss more urgently.

" Are you going to make me cum? Here in public! Can you feel how wet I am? Do you want my hot little pussy all over this big hard cock?"

She began to shiver and grasp his cock tightly. His fingertips massaged her clit expertly. If there was one thing he had learned to do for his ex wife it was masturbating her with her panties on. It turned him and her on wildly. Candice gyrated against his touch kissing him and moaning quietly. A short distance from them hidden only by some indoors plants were a group of people discussing fashion and photography. She began to moan and gyrate and in a few short moments she was cumming and whispering and moaning in his ear.

" Mmmmmm that's so good. I can't wait to fuck you. Feel how wet I am for you. MMMMmmm Aghhhh I' Cumming so hard!!!!"

She writhed beneath his touch. She didn't climax just once. It was a series of waves of orgasm that came upon her gripped her body violently then released then again and again. Matt was proud of what he had done and so hot he could barely think. He wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her right here and then. Desire swept over him like a fever, he was sweating with anticipation. His cock contained within his suit pants strained against the fabric and tingled as she caressed and kneaded his stiff member. He understood now how exciting this was for her, to have the power to bring men to this level of desire to coax them to this level of helpless hopeless want and gain pleasure from it. Was that what she saw in him the chance to feed off that power. He didn't care. He only cared she was hot and wanted him and he could think of nothing else but drowning in this sea of desire.

" You know I can make guys cum in their pants? But I want yours hmmm in my mouth or pussy what do you think? Anyway would you like to come upstairs and see my apartment?"

He imagined how many guys she had brought to a sticky end in their pants. How many had fallen apart wanting to fuck her and just exploded the moment she touched them or she let them touch her. He nodded silently and stood up, taking her hand and walking like a zombie beside her as she wove her way through the crowd saying goodnight. She led him to the decorative wire caged elevator and peeled the doors aside and led him inside. She pressed the brass button to go to the penthouse and as the doors shut she slid to her knees before him and unzipped him. She unbuckled his belt and peeled his shorts back and began kissing the tip of his cock as her fingers snaked around his shaft expertly. She covered the tip of his cock with a trillion tiny wet kisses, rolled her articulate tongue up and down the shaft kissing and flickering her tongue over it until it was wet with her saliva.

She took his cock in her mouth as he reached down and caressed her silken blond hair, her diamond earring glistening in the dim light highlighting her slender neck and tiny sweet ears. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator as the wave of pleasure gripped him. She had taken most of his cock down her throat and he was fucking her face as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. When his cock came from her mouth, her fingers twisted around the shaft firmly the other finger tips caressing his swollen balls and cupping them tracing outlines with her fingernails. He couldn't believe how quickly he had been taken to the edge. His cock was throbbing and he was moments away from exploding all over her face or deep down her throat whichever place he happened to be when it happened. As quickly as he had this thought he could feel the tip of his cock being pinched and the elevator lurched onto the top floor. He felt a small measure of his cum spurt from his cock and watched her greedily swallow it and curl her tongue around the tip to clean up any residue. Her hands and fingers firmly gripped him preventing any more from escaping. The wave of orgasm still hit him. The pleasure was still enormous as was his cock.

He looked down at her angelic face as Candice smiled up at him and got up from the floor and kissed him once more with her sticky lips. As the throbbing of his cock subsided she let go of it and turned to open the elevator doors. She took his hand and led him to the apartment security door and keyed in the code. The penthouse was tastefully appointed with antique and contemporary furniture. All around a view of the city lights provided a romantic backdrop. She helped him out of his pants as he helped her peel off her tight halter dress revealing the perfect youthful body. She left her panties on but stripped him completely. They kissed each other all over as they stripped. She led him to the bedroom and they lay together kissing sweetly and caressing, he without touching her pussy and her without touching his cock. He kissed his way around each of her small breasts and slurped and teased, bit and rolled her nipples, fondled her breast and kissed the sweet space between them. He moved his attention to her sweet flat tummy and kissed around the sweet butterfly belly stud until he could smell the how sweet scent of her wafting beneath him. He kissed the damp butterfly panties pressing his lips against them until he could fully inhale the intoxicating scent and taste the sweet wetness. She squirmed and moaned loudly.

"Eat my pussy. Make me scream! Then fuck me hard."

Matthew pressed his lips against her squirming gyrating body and fingered her wetness with his fingers while he slurped and kissed at her moist folds, using his tongue articulately to circle and suckle at her clit. Two fingers inside her felt impossibly tight. He wiggled them to find her g-spot and felt the wetness drizzle as he did. He lanced at her and suckled and licked and finger fucked her as she began to squeal loudly shouting for him to make her cum and fuck her hard. Repeatedly. He tried to peel the panties off her so he could get a better look at her sweet shaved pussy. She reached down and stopped him and between writing and moaning said:

"Leave my panties on sugar fuck me with them on. I want them to be all wet with my cum and your cum too. It turns me on so fucking much doing it like that."

Matt didn't argue anything that turned her on more was fine by him. He peeled the tiny panties aside and renewed his efforts to make her cum. In a few minutes she was writhing and shivering and squealing. Then she screamed and shot of cum squirted from her and covered his face. He lanced his fingers deep inside her and flickered her clit once more until her body gripped by a wild seizure and a gush of wetness and squirts rewarded him. She moaned and squealed and shivered wildly. He felt his cock was so hard it could cut diamonds. After the next squirt onto his face he removed his fingers and mouth from her and slid up to kiss her. She reached down and eagerly guided him to her pussy.

She rubbed the head of his cock between her folds until the tip glistened with wetness and teased her own clit with it until she began to shiver again then aligned it with the centre of her sex.

" Put it inside me just a little and stay still and kiss me. Don't move!"

He did as he was told and felt his thickness stretch her slippery hole, feeling the gush of wetness trickle over it and her young tight pussy clamp his throbbing cock like a wet velvet vice. They kissed longingly, tenderly, and sweetly. Waves of pleasure passed over them waves of desire to press deeper to take more of him inside her were resisted, restrained and denied. She knew how much he wanted to pound her and move deep inside her. He knew she was like a steaming kettle bubbling to overflow with the heat of the fire that burned inside her. They resisted for perhaps five or even ten minutes. Each resistance to move made the kisses more urgent, the breathing more irregular and deep. Each resistance made their minds more determined to abandon the promise not to move and give in to the raging need to fuck like wild animals. Then it happened without warning. She came and squirted violently all over his cock and screamed.

" Fuck me, fuck me hard, deep and long! Do me do me baby with that big hard hot cock!"

Matthew pushed deep inside her feeling the hot juices erupt around him, feeling his cock slide into her super tight cunt. Feeling his swollen cock find her cervix and then withdraw to begin his rapid deep and hard assault on her hot pussy to satisfy the begging voice that screamed for him to bring her to orgasm. He fucked like a piston in high revs until she came again then manipulated her slender shapely legs so they were in position for a fresh pounding of her pussy. He moved them like a rag doll around the bed and then flipped her over and fucked her doggie style. With each new position he would bring her to frenzied screaming and hot spurting orgasms. Each one more violent and excited than the last, she was insatiable and he seemed to have superhuman strength and endurance. Her cries of orgasm and urgent invitations for him to make her cum drove him to find all kinds of new positions, rhythms and intensities of penetration. All the time she would caress him kiss him and tease the core of his balls so that she coaxed more creative action from him more orgasms. His cock was a rigid throbbing mass of pleasure and pleasure making.

" Mmmmmmmm I want you to cum in my pussy. " She purred in his ear through a breathy post orgasmic haze.

She pulled his cock from her and bid him to lie on his back and straddled him. It was only then he realized he had run a marathon in the past hour and he was exhausted from satisfying her continuous desire. She took his cock in her hand and slid it over her sexy slit once more letting the ample juices trickle down the shaft as she teased it and watched him shiver in anticipation. Then she positioned it so she could plunge down on it and take it inside her again. She pushed it in a few inches and held still as he moved his hands to her sweet sexy breasts to squeeze the nipples and cup the firm flesh. She smiled and reached down and began to masturbate herself. Her clit must have been so sensitive it was a hair-trigger because she began to dribble down his shaft immediately and he felt her pussy walls clamp even more tightly around him as she contracted against his throbs. In moments she was writing and shivering and cumming once more. As she convulsed in a body seizure she plunged down hard on him and began a slow ride that increased in intensity until he felt the throbs of his cock were uncontrollable. She was sobbing now squealing continuously and cumming hard and fast. She felt him throb and felt the impending squirt and forced his cock deep inside and collapsed on him and kissed him. His hands squeezed her hot sexy ass against him pressing his cock deep inside her and kissing her like he needed each kiss like air to a drowning man. They both let go of reality, of the pleasure that engulfed them and were lost in each other. Time and space were meaningless. Waves of orgasm swept over her, his pleasure extended beyond the hot hard spurts that repeatedly erupted inside her and he felt a depth of intimate connection that made him lose perspective of where his cock ended and her pussy began. All that occupied his mind was continuing to feel her sensuous body and immersing himself in the expressiveness of their kisses and caresses and shiver with the waves of endorphins that flowed over them.

An orgasm, even one like this is not an end sometimes it is a beginning and Matthew and Candice drifted into a state of blessed sleep. They would wake and repeat the previous story many times over the next few days. She fed on his desire and he drowned in her loveliness. She was more than Eye candy she was sweetness that lasts.