The Meadow

I stand at the balcony watching the morning sun peek behind the clouds. The creek below me is alive with sound and I watch the sun awaken it with glistening color. Every flash of the reflections fills me with contentment. The sound of the birds singing their songs allows my mind to wander and wonder. A rustle behind me lets me know that you are not a dream. I turn and look at you.

Your hair spilling over your face fills me with want, When I think of laying next to you I am filled with a desire that burns. Your quiet slumber is interrupted by deep sighs and I stand here wondering if your dreams are filled with yesterday.

It was just another day of arriving at our cabin for the weekend. We had both worked too many hours and were so looking forward to this long weekend alone. No phones or outside distractions. Just the two of us alone. We unloaded the car and put the food and clothes away. We put fresh sheets on our bed and I remember looking at you and kidding you about making it up as we both knew that it was going to be torn apart later. A light lunch followed filled with talk and laughter. I remember I was mesmerized by your eyes glistening with pleasure as they looked out the window. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze blowing and I could tell you wanted to be out in it. It didn't take us long to do the dishes and I still remember the kiss that was so filled with promise you gave me as we finished.

When I suggested that we go for a walk, I remember chuckling to myself as you found my hand and led me out the door. Closing the door behind me, I feel you pulling me towards the creek. The sun shines and glistens as the water tumbles over the rocks. The meadow in front of our cabin is filled with the aroma and beauty of the spring flowers. We walk hand in hand towards the sound. I still remember your kiss and your arm pulling me to you as we stop. Your tongue finding mine as we cleave together.

I pull you down and lay you on the soft spring blooms. Our embrace is broken and I look you deeply in your eyes. Your love washing over me. I softly mouth that I love you and clamp my mouth over yours. My tongue finds yours and our passion and desire is overwhelming. I am in need, but your need is greater. I wrap an arm around you and pull you towards me tightly as our kiss seems to last an eternity. I feel your hands playing over my back. Your leg sliding over mine and wrapping around my own as you pull me tighter to you.

My hand slides down your back and rubs against your cheeks. A soft moan fills our kiss as I feel your passion building. As I shift our bodies so you are on your back, I break our kiss and look you deep in your eyes. The need in them fires me and consumes me. My hand slides down your chest to your jeans and unbuttons them. I feel your hands pulling at my shirt and I stop and pull it over my head. Your shirt soon follows and I watch as the light breeze tightens your nipples. I look down at you and feel amazed that this beautiful woman could love me.

I let my hand trace the outline of each breast as I watch your face. Your eyes slightly closed as the sun radiates off your golden skin. Leaning down I kiss you lightly on the lips and with a flick of my tongue I kiss my way down your cheek and nuzzle at your neck. I take your ear lobe between my lips and give it a gentle pull, Letting go I whisper in your ear that I am going to be tasting every inch of you. My lips trail down your neck. My tongue flicking and playing ever so slowly. My hand cups your breast and I feel your hardened nipple against my palm as I give it a gentle squeeze. My searching mouth finds your breast and I slowly encircle your nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. My tongue flicking over and around it. I feel your hand on my neck pulling me tighter against you as your back arches slightly.

I let go of your breast and let my hand trail down the outline of your side. My hand slides inside of the hem of your panties and I feel the soft dew forming. I watch as your hands unzip your jeans and push them hurriedly down. My mouth lets go of your breast my lips pulling on your nipple. My hand slides down over your wetness and I feel your soft lips part slightly. My mouth lightly sucking and my tongue flicking over your soft skin snakes its way down your chest and over the curve of your tummy. My finger dips inside and I can feel the warm moisture inviting me in. I hear your moan as my mouth finds your nub and sucks gently. My tongue flits over it as my finger begins to massage each fold. I feel your hands on my head guiding me. Your sighs and moans telling me what you need when.

My hardness is straining inside my pants and when I feel that your orgasm is close I slow down my tongue and fingers letting your arousal plateau and hold you just on the edge. I stop completely and kneel between your legs. I grab your jeans and panties and pull them the rest of the way off.

I watch as you sit up and kiss me deeply and your hands unzip my jeans. Your hand reaches inside and pulls my cock out. It strains against your hand. You break our kiss and bend forward engulfing me completely. I let out a low groan of pleasure as your work your mouth up and down with your tongue swirling around the crown. My God...I am so close to cumming I scream and I pull my cock out of your mouth and turn your around.

With you on your hands and knees I grab the base of my cock and slide it slowly between your thighs and run the head over your engorged clit till I hear you tell to please just fuck you. Not being able to hold back I position the tip of my cock between your soft lips and just slide the tip inside. You warmth draws me in deeper and I bury myself completely feeling the walls of your moistness surround me. I listen to your low moan as I grab your hips and begin thrusting with increased fervor. With each back stroke I see your juices glistening in the sun off the shaft of my cock. I let my hands massage the roundness of your ass and give you a small slap on your cheek. I feel you wanting more and I rub the sting. Slap! once more my hand finds your pink flesh. Your moans increase, spurring me on. I feel my orgasm approaching fast. Your tightness is so amazing. I slow down and lean over you my hand reaches under you and begins to rub back and forth over your clit. Your moans fill my ears and I know you are close. I increase my tempo trying to match your movements so we orgasm together. I feel you grind back against me as your breath starts coming in short gasps. I feel your pussy begin to spasm and I listen to a deep guttural groan come from you .

I can't take it anymore and I feel my orgasm begin deep inside me traveling through my loins until my cock twitches and bathes you in my hot white juices. My back arches and with each twitch more of my juices enter you. Our mixed juices spilling over and making our thighs slick with our shared passion. Collapsing together still locked together. holding each other until our breathing begins to return to normal. I tell you how much I love you.....

I turn around and take a sip of my coffee letting you dream and rest. I think of our afternoon together and how my love for you consumes me. The sun is a little higher now and is flashing off of the distant mountains. I hear a sigh, and turn, thinking you are awake and caught my thoughts.

You slumber on.

There is a smile that you wear when you sleep that is a pure joy to me. Your body outlined by the blankets draws me to you. I wonder if this is a dream or did I finally find what I am looking for.

The answer is so simple...

-Anonymous

Dinner With A Twist

It was just a fantasy...that became real... My husband and I always talk about the "What would you do?" fantasies...

We just got our new vacation home and were discussing on our way to the home if I would have sex with men to save my husband's life...I assured him I would do whatever it took to make sure he lived.

We arrived at our home and headed to the beach. We laid in the sand, went in the water, swam and splashed each other for hours...we really enjoy each other's company. We talked about taking out the jet ski's tomorrow and then the sun started to set and we got on the subject of dinner.

We decided to go to one of our favorite restaurants that overlook's the bay...so we walked home and started to get ready. My husband showered first and as always was in and out quickly. As I started into the bathroom, he gently ran his hand across my belly and around to my ass. His touch always gets me started...his hands always explore me while we make love.

I started the shower and I undressed slowly. I first untied my sundress and let it slowly slide down my body, that silky feel across my skin gives me tingles. I then untied my top and slowly let the strings slide down my breasts, I reached around back and untied the rest and I let it drop to the floor. My nipples were swollen and breasts hard. I stood there just running my fingernails around my areola's as the wetness began. I slid my bottoms down to my ankles and before I stepped out of them I ran my nails up the inside of my calves and thighs...stopping just before....I gently stroked the inside of my thighs with my nails...wanting to touch myself...but I thought wait...wait for it...I could feel it building inside of me...the chills were going up and down my spine...I was close...a little more...almost there...and when I couldn't take it any more...I ran my finger thru my wet lips, gently penetrating my pussy and then up to my clit and.....

Boom, one flick on my clit and I came. My body convulsed and I shivered. I am going to sex up my husband all night tonight. I stepped into the shower and the water from the hand held kept me all wound up. I took it off and explored my body, teasing myself by gently and quickly passing it over my clit and then back to my taint spot and back to my clit again...and again. That massaging setting was driving me crazy. I put it back and I got all soapy...running my hands all over my body. I love to play with my nipples when they are all soapy...you can move your hands so fast over them, the sensations are incredible. I finally caught my breath (after I heard my husband yell..."Are you ready?") and I wasn't even close to being ready...the only thing I was close to being ready for was another orgasm.

But I thought, dress sexy and tease him all dinner long, then stop at the bar on the way home for some margarita's and then let the fun begin.

I toweled off and walk into the closet, I grabbed my white lace thong panties and my multi colored sundress along with my 5 inch open toed heals. I hung the dress by the vanity I slid my panties on and I sat down to do my make up. I have a delicious body lotion that tastes great so I started to rub that all over me, I then did my make up and my hair, I slid the dress on...slowly to let it glide down my body. A little perfume and it was time to entertain my husband.

He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, and all he could say was "Wow you look stunning"...yes he knows what to say to get me aroused. He slid his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. We then walked to the car and headed for the restaurant.

Dinner as usual was delicious, ceviche, then grilled sea bass with mixed vegetables and of course...two margarita's. The entire time I kept taking my foot out of my shoe and running it up my husband's thigh. After my second margarita, I moved my chair next to his, so I could massage his cock while I kissed his neck. He has great control...but twice I felt him throbbing really hard like he was going to cum...so I backed off and talked to him. But occasionally I would give his cock a gentle squeeze to make sure he was still hard....He was!

-Anonymous

Busted At Work

There was something about working in the office on Saturday mornings that made me horny. Perhaps it was the drudgery of sitting at my computer crunching numbers or tapping out reports for the month-end deadline. Perhaps it was resentment for the boss, Tanner, bubbling under the surface and sublimating into something else. Or perhaps it was just the dank, motionless air, the darkness of the empty offices and the languid shadows that stirred my stony loneliness. But inevitably, by mid-morning, the emotional lump in my heart, that pit of desire, had throbbed outward to my skin and warmed it, turned it lustful and desirous, even as I continued to hammer away at my work.

Tanner, the boss, was rarely there on Saturday -- a relief. He was exacting, overbearing, intimidating and -- hugely successful. In Tannerland, there was only one way to do things -- his way. And there were no boundaries, for everything was his: He might read your mail before you got it, and mark it up with his directions; He might ask why you kept a separate file of your work in your desk; or where you were on your lunch hour. He probed everywhere, and where He probed He questioned, and corrected and set straight. There was no privacy from the probe and, frankly, if we all had not been paid so well, none of us would have worked there. But paid like princes we were, and we marched to Tanner's tune.

He had only one blind spot - computers, and was totally illiterate where they were concerned. This was a matter of great glee to the rest of us, who regularly exchanged emails deriding him, and tittered at how the spell-check regularly wanted to change his name from Tanner to Tamper. He delegated all computer matters to Shirley, a matronly secretary who was only partially computer literate herself.

Mid-morning, last Saturday, that point was almost upon me when the desire between my legs would overtake the discipline of my mind, when I heard some steps and rustling in the hallway. Folks usually don't come in on the weekends, so I knew to be a bit careful. I got up from my desk and peeked out my door. There, down the hall, at a secretary's desk outside Tanner's corner office, a young, red-haired woman was looking through a file folder. The light streamed in from the window behind her, and I could see her young, lithe body outlined beneath a flimsy shift.

She had perky breasts and a round behind, skin white as milk with a spray of pinkish freckles across her nose. She moved with the jerky aplomb of a young woman who thinks she's just learned about everything, as she put the folder down on the desk and turned to the cabinet to take out another. I realized quickly that she was looking at personnel files - Shirley, the secretary - had left early on Friday and apparently had failed to lock the cabinet.

The young woman took out another file and placed it on the desk before her, then sat down. So intent on her reading was she that she was oblivious to my stealthily slipping down the hall.

She began to do something that I'd never seen before, something unbelievable. She first raised her left hand to her right breast, and began caressing the nipple. I could see it harden beneath the thin fabric, and as it did, she squeezed it between her index finger and thumb. Then she pinched it a bit, rubbed the breast with her entire hand, and pinched again, hard, twisting the nipple a bit. I imagined the tip of it getting harder and redder as she worked it, and the downy hairs on her breasts standing up while the backs of her legs turned to goose bumps. In the meantime, her other hand slipped between her legs. I watched as her fingers pulled back the dress, and the hand worked in a circular motion between her legs.

Already my cock had gotten thick in my jeans, and I was stroking the tip of it through them. It was throbbing and straining, and I could feel a small drop of wetness at its tip. As she worked one hand on her breast and the other on her crotch, I increased the pace of the strokes on my dick, which was pushing mercilessly against my underwear. I imagined slipping it between those white thighs, up that skirt and into the wet recesses of her pussy.

But of course I couldn't do that.

I had a better idea. I slipped my hand into my jeans and pushed my dick down to where it wouldn't be obvious.

Then I stepped out of the office and purposefully strode down the hall toward her. I cleared my throat loudly. The young woman immediately dropped her hands, closed the folder and gasped. Then she stood up, as she turned and saw me. Her face turned red.

"What do you think you're doing here?" I demanded in a strict voice.

"Oh! You must be Mr. Tanner," she said pertly. "I'm Jennifer. I'm a friend of Shirley's, the secretary? You know she had to leave early yesterday, and she asked me to bring her home some files to work on so they'd be ready Monday."

Why, she thought I was Tanner I'll never know. But it gave me a plausible opening and I decided to play the role. "Let me see that file," I demanded. She handed it over demurely. It was a personnel file for Stacy, a slutty tramp who worked in Receivables. There were some rumors that Stacy was into cybersex and that Shirley had tipped off Tanner, who was going to lower the boom, soon. I glanced in the file she'd been reading. Then I understood. My next move was obvious.

"I can just gather up the files Shirley needed and get out of here. She wanted to make sure you had everything for Monday," she said. Her initial perkiness was gone. I could see that she was getting nervous. Her face was fully flushed, and both of her nipples were standing out prominently.

"This won't do," I said. "These are confidential personnel files. There is no way they can leave this office. You're obviously up to something. Come into my office," I directed.

I stepped into Tanner's corner office, and motioned her to sit on his black leather sofa. Then standing in front of her, I handed her the file she had had and told her to open it.

"Is this what you were reading?" I demanded.

She hesitated. "I guess so." she said, lamely.

"And what is it?"

"It's some kind of email printout, I guess."

"And it's to an employee of this company, isn't it?"

"I guess so. I really don't know about these things." She was acting much more innocent than she was.

"Well, Jennifer, I think you know more than you let on. Shirley knows not to take personnel files out of here, so you must be up to something else. But we'll get to that later. Now is this what you were reading at her desk?"

"I guess so," she said quietly. She was breathing quickly and shallowly, clearly afraid.

"Let's find out. Why don't you read it to me aloud?"

"You mean?" Her voice trailed off and her eyes welled with tears.

"It's good enough to read to yourself, isn't it?" I growled. She just looked at me. "Then it's good enough to read aloud. And if you don't want to get in trouble for breaking and entering and trespassing, you'll read it."

"I guess so," she said. And then she started to read:

Sex is the most intimate form of communication that two people can have, and something that I've always strongly believed in. When I learned that I was an exhibitionist, it just strengthened this belief. Let me tell you about an example.

As you know, I prefer to travel alone because a companion would inhibit my exhibitionistic adventures. Last year, in Paris, I decided to attend the ballet, which performs at the old Opera Garnier - the old magnificent opera house that in recent times is most famous for the Phantom but that has a distinguished and renowned history as the home of the Paris opera company (which has since moved on to new quarters) and is now the home of the ballet. Unlike modern theaters, when the house is full, it has seats that fold down into the aisles, so that once the performance starts, there is simply no way for anyone to leave until the intermission.

I dressed up in a sheer silk blouse with, of course, no bra and a very short leather skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat down. I had an orchestra seat, midway back in the theatre, with a very handsome man to my left and an older woman on my right. The man to my left, who appeared to be with his wife, had noticed me when I sat down, and as the curtain rose and the lights went down, I could see him eyeing my primly crossed legs. The house was packed, and the folding seats went down, with the last of the audience sitting in them.

As the ballet started, I shifted back and forth in my seat. Each time I did so, my skirt rode further up my thighs; the man to my left watched closely as the hemline rose, bit by bit. The ballet proceeded, and midway through the first act, I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, so that the man to my left had a generous view of my breasts. He glanced over, and his eyes fixed on my nipples. I knew I had established a connection, an intimate connection with a complete stranger, someone who perhaps did not even speak my own language. Yet there was a thread between us of the most primal kind, a teather through which was signaled our most basic urges. Just knowing this was like having ice pressed to my breasts, and my nipples responded, becoming erect and pressing against the raw silk of my blouse. I turned my head slightly in his direction and caught his eye; I let the corners of my mouth turn up in a slight smile. He blushed and looked away, back at the performance. I raised my right hand to my left breast and touched the nipple, then squeezed it; then I rubbed the entire breast, then squeezed and twisted the nipple once again. I could see the man was watching me out of the corner of his eye. A lump had appeared in his pants, and he adjusted his coat and program so that his wife would not see.

I reached into my bag and secretly took out a small, white vibrator. I first made sure the man to my left saw it, and then, holding it in my left hand, I placed it between my legs and inched it up my inner thighs. The tip of the vibrator was warm and gentle but silently humming. My skirt slipped up further, and I could just touch my clitoris with the tip of the vibrator. I placed it lightly on the top of my clit, and then drew it down slowly between my labia, then back up again, ever so slowly. Then back down again, and up. Each time it reached the top, I would slowly circle my clit with the warm tip. I was very wet, and my juices flooded between my legs.

The man to my left had grown a huge hard-on in his suit pants, and he had built a kind of little tent with his ballet program and coat to conceal it from his wife. With his right hand he was stroking his dick through his pants with the same rhythm that I was stroking my clitoris. And it was all in time to the music of the orchestra! There we were, two strangers, dancing a ballet of closest intimacy amid a crowd of strangers. I slipped down further in the seat, so that he could see the lips of my pussy and the little dildo working up and down my crack, and around and around my clit, which was now huge and engorged. I spread my legs a bit more, and slid the tip of the dildo inside me, then pulled it out. Then I raised it again, caressing the pink, swollen lips of my crack, and then pressing the humming pecker down hard on my hungry clit. Once again I took the tip down and pushed it inside me, this time a bit further than the last, like a hot cock pushed in up to the rim.

The man to my left was now gripping his cock firmly in his fist through his pants, rhythmically jerking on it as I slid the vibrator in and out. The darkness shrouded his actions, and the rest of the audience were oblivious to our play. His eyes were averted in my direction, so that every stroke he took mimicked mine; I could read his mind and heart, I knew that he was with me, fucking me in his fantasy, and I knew that he was reading my mind, knowing that I was fucking him, consuming his swollen cock inside my hungry pussy, pressing my hot clitoris against his pelvis.

I caught the man's eye, and smiled at him. The intensity of the vibrator was overcoming me, as beads of sweat broke out on my brow. My clit was hard as a rock, and I could stand it no longer. I thrust the dildo into me, up to the hilt, while with the other hand I rubbed my clit furiously. I clenched my teeth together to keep from screaming as I came, fucking myself furiously. Suddenly my whole body shuddered as the climax passed through me. The man to my left was in a spasm, as the orchestra crashed down with a thunderous finale to the first act. And then, as the lights came up, he turned to me and smiled.

She stopped, closed the file folder and looked up at me from Tanner's couch. Her nipples were hard and pointing out; her legs were slightly spread. Here dark riveted themselves on mine, and her lips parted slightly. The tip of her tongue, barely visible, ran along her lower lip. I unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my jeans and underwear, revealing my hardened cock. I stepped forward to her, and she took it in her hand. Then she looked upward at me and placed the underside of it, just beneath the head, on her lips, and nibbled at it gently with her teeth. Her mouth then ran down the shaft to my balls and back up again. She took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim, then took it out again, sliding down the back side of the shaft with the tip of her tongue. Reaching the base, she bent down and forward, and sucked my balls all the way in to her hot, wet mouth. I was ready to come at that moment, ready to shoot my wad all over Tanner's pretty black couch, but I restrained myself, and placed my hand on her head. Gently I pushed her back on the couch.

Instinctively, she lay all the way back and lifted her legs high into the air, exposing her open pussy to me. Her clitoris was already hard and exposed and her labia were engorged and red. I got on my knees and brought my face close to her; then with my fingers I spread the lips to expose the pearl of her clit, and blew lightly on and around it. Then I took the very tip of my tongue and teased it gently, daring it to grow bigger and harder. I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth across the uppermost part of it, then drew back and blew again on it.

I spread her lips wider, opening her crack all the way, and drew my tongue down from the clitoris slowly to the warm crevice of her vagina; then I went back up and back down again. At the bottom, I stuck my tongue into her gently and slowly fucked her hole with my tongue. She struggled and moaned; then I raised up and went back to her clit. Now I took it all the way into my hot mouth, with as much of her inner labia as I could, and flicked my tongue back and forth over the hot little button.

She cried out and thrust her legs out as she came; and came; and came. Then she pulled me up to her by my hair, grabbed my ass and thrust my hard cock into her wet, warm pussy. I pounded her with my pelvis as our mouths met and our tongues explored each others throats. I came almost immediately, flooding her young body with my hot seed. She felt my spasm and pulled me closer, jamming my knob into her as far as it would go. And then it was quiet. We held each other, drenched with sweat, panting in unison, the room smelling of sex. Perhaps we dozed a bit, perhaps we dreamed; it seemed a long time passed.

Then I got up, as did she. We dressed quickly and in silence. My mind was spinning with what I should say. I wanted to see her again, I wanted to have this experience again but I was, of course, Tanner, as far as she was concerned. I decided I would come clean and tell her who I was. Surely she was as pleased as I.

Then she surprised me. She picked up the file folder from the floor and retrieved the email message. She tore it into tiny pieces, which she then dropped into her purse. And then she said, "Mr. Tanner, I don't think you want to make any trouble for my friend Shelly with her emails, now do you? They tell me sexual harassment is a big hassle. You don't want to find out, do you? So maybe you can just put her folder back in the cabinet. You'll forget about that investigation of her for sending dirty emails on the company's computer, and I'll forget about what just happened. Deal?"

I was stunned. Before I could respond, she had dropped the folder in front of me, turned and disappeared. I picked it up, ambled out into the hall, put it back in the file cabinet and then locked it. I walked down the hall to my office.

Then I shuddered a bit. If Tanner was in fact investigating Shelly, the probe would go on, my tryst with Jennifer would be exposed, and...well, it got too complicated to think about.

It took me another hour or so to finish up my work, and in the meantime, I stopped by Tanner's office to make sure there were no telltale signs of bodily fluids on his couch or the lingering smell of sex. Then, as I was just packing up to leave, I heard footsteps in the hallway. At first, I thought perhaps Jennifer was back. But then I noticed they had a familiar ring, and in a moment, Tanner's familiar, unpleasant face appeared in my doorway.

"Paul, I'm glad you're here," he said. "You know, I want you to do something. I'm not terribly good at this computer stuff -- I know you guys send emails about Tanner and Tamper -- and Shirley was telling me that some of the employees have been using the company computer for improper purposes. But she found something yesterday that apparently was so gross she had to leave early. You know Shirley, she's rather straightlaced." I imagined, briefly, matronly Shirley running home and stroking herself off!

Tanner paused, and lifted the silvered glass globe that resided on my desk to his eyes. I could see the reflection, distorted as though he were in a fun house, turning his face into a mask. He continued, "In any event, I was wondering if you could look into it - I'll make sure you get access to everyone's passwords so you can read their email - and then give me a full report. I don't want any hanky panky around this place! You have my support, Paul - go in there and probe away, and tell me what's happening and what we should do!"

With that he turned and disappeared. I leaned back in my chair, placing both hands behind my head, basking in a brief moment of smugness.

“I'll get right on it Tanner!” I yelled down the hall.

-Glimmerman

Man Slave

We were lying in bed together on a lazy Sunday evening when I asked Jared the question I had been playing out in my head for the past few days. “Hey Jared?” I was snuggled up against his chest and began to lightly run my hand through the course hairs scattered across the top of his chest. We were both well sated after a pleasant evening of sex so he answered me with a lift of his eyebrows, gesturing for me to continue speaking. I dove into my question. “Could I take control of things one night? Like dominate you? Sorta make you my boy toy”, I spoke this last part as quickly as possible because I was not sure how he would respond and the words felt a little funny coming out of my mouth.

I like to consider our sex life to be pretty well balanced. Jared and I are both fairly creative and adventurous lovers and I believe neither of us had ever considered our sex life boring. We’ve had some pretty good times including a threesome, outdoor sex, and the occasional naughty photos posted online (without our faces showing, of course). Overall though, Jared tended to be dominant in the bedroom. Being submissive comes very naturally to me and I am quite comfortable in my role. However, lately I had been thinking about what it would be like to change that up, to take control over Jared for just one night, one night of making him my boy toy and pleasantly torturing him into a deep ecstatic state of pleasure.

“Your boy toy?!” Jared laughed and I felt his chest rise and fall as he tried to gain control and settle his laughter. I sat up to show him that I was serious. I looked down at him intently and he stopped laughing.

“Yeah…well…something like that,” I said to him, and I kept my voice very controlled and steady. He began to sense that this was important to me and that this was something I had thought about carefully.

Jared propped himself onto his elbows facing me. He shrugged his shoulders and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I would love to be your boy toy” he told me and we agreed that on our next date night (3 days from now) Jared would let go of control and allow me to have his way with me. “I hope you don’t bust out a collection of whips and chains,” he said to me with a chuckle. “Or butt plugs,” he added in and this time his voice sounded a little unsure of himself.

I laughed at his slight discomfort. “Nope, lover, no whips and chains and probably not any butt plugs. I do however have an order for you. Do not masturbate or play with yourself until our date. Seriously. Do not cum,” I allowed my voice to be very stern and serious as I spoke to him.

Jared watched me with a mild look of surprise upon his face. He chuckled again. “Well ok…sure, no masturbation. I’ll be horny as hell but ok.”

“Promise,” I reminded him at the end of the night when he kissed me goodnight. He nodded his head at me and told me that he was actually looking forwards to this upcoming excitement.

On the morning of our date, I had to go about making some preparations for my boy toy evening. I took a trip over to a local sex toy shop. It felt empowering to visit the erotic store by myself as in the past I had always been accompanied by a friend or a lover. I got a few interested glances from male customers in the store as I confidently walked over to the back corner where I knew the more kinky merchandise was located. I selected a set of bondage restraints that could be fitted beneath the mattress of the bed and would allow me to tie both Jared’s arms and legs to the bed, guaranteeing that he would be able to do nothing more than squirm beneath me. I also picked up a simple rubber cock ring to experiment with deepening his erection or hopefully increasing some sensation for him.

I went back home with my new goodies and set the restraint system up on the bed. I set the cock ring on my bedside table along with a bottle of lube. I hopped into my shower and began to prepare myself for the evening by grooming my pussy and lathering up in some luxurious scented products. After drying off from the shower I changed into my outfit. I take my clothing seriously but I am not much of a high maintenance girl so I did not want to go too overboard with a crazy leather or vinyl dominatrix outfit. Instead I settled for a simple pair of black heels, black thigh highs with red lace tops held up by a black garter belt, a silky black skirt that barely covered my ass, and a red and black corset that did wonders for my breasts. I left my long hair hanging bare down my back and threw on a tiny bit of makeup and called my outfit complete.

I set myself down with a nice glass of red wine and waited in my living room for Jared to arrive. Luckily he did not disappoint me by arriving late. I stood up to greet him although I remained in place, giving him the full effect of the outfit and watching his reaction. His reaction was nothing short of pleasing me. He had a full grin sprouting across the edges of his face and his desire was something that seemed to have a presence of its own, I could feel the heat and the eagerness radiating off of him as he walked closer to me. “Nice outfit,” he said to me.

“Stop,” I said to him and he paused, settling down into his stance, his feet wide apart.

“Take off your clothes”, I said to him. He raised his eyebrows at me but he complied.

He started with his shirt, simply slipping it up over his head and then tossing it down to the floor. I watched in pride. I knew every line and curve upon his body but I tried to watch him as if I had never seen the show before. He glanced at me as he began to unbuckle his belt. I looked down at my drink as I took a sip, swishing it around in my mouth and pretending to look bored. I was far from bored. I already felt my pussy growing wet and there was a storm of nervousness brewing in my low belly. I wanted to pull this off. I wanted to pull this off oh so well.

I glanced back up and Jared was sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothing. His cock was fully erect, pressed thickly and urgently against his stomach. I set my glass down on the table and I walked over to him. I wrapped my hands around the midsection of his cock. He was already fully erect but still I felt him jump to life in my hand, literally he was already pulsing with his excitement. He liked this game and Jared is used to masturbating every day and here I had commanded him to go three days without his usual masturbation routine. I knew he had obeyed me. I could feel his need, it was so very potent.

I stroked his cock up and down a few times in my hand, no goal in mind except warming him up. I squeezed the head of his cock lightly and he let out a gasp. I laughed and then wrapped my hands near the base of his cock and began to walk away forcing him to walk with me and to be led by his cock. He let out a sound of shock, some low guttural sound from deep inside his throat. “Follow me,” I said to him. I led him slowly like this, by the cock, down the hall to my room. We entered my room and I let go of his cock, turning around to watch his reaction as he saw the bed and the straps that it now contained.

“Well. That’s new,” he said with a slight laugh.

“Yeah. I went shopping. Now get on the damn bed,” I said to him. The harshness of my voice even surprised me. I watched the shock slide across his face but he carefully turned his expression into neutrality as he walked over to the bed. His cock bobbed slightly up and down as he walked. It was a nice sight. He awkwardly sat down on the bed and then glanced at me. I shook my head at him, “on your back,” I said to him.

He lay down on the bed and I walked over to him. I started with his hands. I picked up the first strap and cuffed it around his wrist. I walked around the bed to grab the opposite wrist. I watched him testing his first wrist, trying to pull against the cuff. I understand what it’s like. Even though you know you can’t break free you still just have to give it a try. I cuffed his second wrist. I walked over to his feet and stretched out his first feet so I could tie it to the bottom corner of the bed and then I cuffed his second foot as well. He was spread eagle right on the bed and he must have liked it because boy there was an eager grin tugging at his face and his cock looked as if it was throbbing with need. I thought I even spotted a droplet of precum along the tip. Jared is quick with his arousal and I certainly love precum so I always welcomed that from him.

I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at him for a minute and then I turned around and began to walk out the room. “Hey! Where you going?” Jared yelled out to me.

“Getting my drink. I’ll be back.” I called out over my shoulder. I took my sweet time walking to the living room to pick up my drink and then I stood there holding it for a few minutes, stalling, just for the sake of drawing out his excitement. When I walked back to the room Jared was still hard as a rock and he was tugging his arms against the restraints. “I wouldn’t waste your energy,” I said as I watched him. I set my drink down on the bedside table and I grabbed the cock ring. I held it up for him to look at. He raised his eyebrows at me. “Decoration for that lovely cock of yours,” I said to him as I walked over and gripped his thickness in my hands. I carefully lowered the cock ring over the head of his cock and pushed it all the way down to the base of his cock. It looked like a tight fit. His cock was pulsing in my hands and the velvety head of his cock was indeed moist with precum. Jared looked down at his cock in interest. “How’s it feel?” I asked him.

“Hard. I feel hard, I feel really fuckin hard,” and there was hunger and a low trace of growl in his voice.

I picked up my drink and carefully held it in my left hand as I climbed onto the bed and straddled Jared’s waist. I felt my skirt ride up high. I carefully set some of my weight down along his belly. I slowly tipped my glass allowing a few drops of wine to splatter over his left nipple and down the middle of his chest. He gasped in surprise. I giggled and leaned down to flick my tongue across his nipple which instantly hardened against my tongue. “Mmm, you do feel hard,” I licked a long line across his chest, licking up my trail of wine. I picked up my glass again and tipped it over his opposite nipple. I licked the wine and then bit down softly against his nipple, loudly sucking as much of his flesh into my mouth as I could and then digging my teeth lightly against his skin to leave a gentle bite mark. Jared did not know how to respond to this. I felt his body tense up and his breath quicken.

I dropped my weight over to the side of Jared and set both my knees down against the bed so I was no longer straddling him. I tipped the glass of wine over his belly and then licked up the dark liquid. He giggled as I tongued the soft flesh of his belly and I felt his legs attempt to thrash against the restraints. I reached over to set my glass back down on the table, giving him a nice view of my ass and bare pussy. He made a sound from low in his throat. I settled back down alongside him and started licking across his hip. This is one of his most sensitive spots and I kissed the tender flesh softly and reverently. I rested my head against his thigh and glanced over at his cock. I love being eyelevel to his erection like this.

“Tonight you will not be allowed to cum until I tell you to,” I spoke the words while I was looking at his cock but then I tipped my head upwards to catch his eyes after I finished speaking. He nodded down at me and then he closed his eyes as if he was suddenly overwhelmed.

Without using my hands I leaned over and licked a long smooth line from the base of his cock up to the ridge that encircled his head. He let out a moan and I felt his body tense up against the restraints. Mmm, restraints were fun. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and leaned over to flick my tongue against the tip of his cock. Jared was all moans as I took his head into my mouth, thrashing my tongue against his hardness while rubbing my fist up and down his shaft.

I spent the next few moments sucking his cock in and out of my mouth, teasing him as much as I could. I took him out of my mouth and rubbed the head of his cock against my face, smearing the mixture of precum and saliva across my lips and jaw. I released his cock allowing it to settle down pressed against his stomach and I leaned over and blew gently upon the ridge of the head. Jared exhaled in a sharp and jagged release of breath. I glanced up at him. I was hearing all sorts of sounds that I had never heard from him before.

I intended to straddle Jared next with my pussy only inches from his face. I hoisted a leg up on either side of him and carefully lowered myself down over his chest. I kept my pussy about 6 inches away from his face giving myself plenty of access to his cock. I reached over and squeezed his hardness and took it into my mouth again, loudly licking and smacking my lips against the head of his cock. I put some movement into my hips, sashaying back and forth and thrusting my hips to indicate how into this I was getting. I knew Jared was enjoying the visual. “Oh baby…please?” he cried out as I stroked his cock while slathering my tongue side to side against his head.

I released his cock and pressed my hands down into the bed for support as I turned myself around so that I was still straddling him but now facing him. “Oh baby, please?” I mimicked him as I lifted my bottom off his chest and raised my skirt so my pussy was revealed. I placed one finger against my clit and began rubbing my hot little nub of flesh. I lowered my hand and slid one finger inside my pussy, feeling my tight walls hugging the finger and loving the expression of arousal upon his face. I finger fucked myself, letting myself get real into the sensation, thrusting my hips and riding my slender finger as much as I could. I slowly pulled my finger out, feeling it thickly drenched in my creamy arousal. I reached over and traced my wet finger across his bottom lip. His tongue eagerly darted forth to caress my finger and I let him suck my finger deep into his mouth, gasping pleasantly in surprise as he grated his teeth against me. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and I could not resist, I had to lean down and kiss him, sweetly pressing my lips against his, just a quick little kiss. I pulled back and giggled.

I climbed off him and removed my skirt, preparing myself to receive oral pleasure from him. I straddled him again, this time positioning myself over his face and then slowly lowering down. I gasped when I felt the lips of my pussy press against his warm moist mouth. He parted his lips, opened his mouth wide, and explored my folds with his tongue. I felt almost as if he could swallow me whole; swallow the most intimate parts of me. His tongue thrashed against the lips of my pussy and he pulled his head back slightly as he sucked deeply on my swollen outer lip. I cried out in pleasure and lowered myself closer to his face, grabbing onto the headboard for support and pressing forward slightly so that his nose bumped against my clit. I almost lost control at that point.

I settled down so that my pussy was directly over his mouth. I began to hump his tongue and his lips, thrusting my hips forwards in an attempt to get more attention focused on my clit. I could feel his face and chin growing slick with my wetness. The tip of his tongue curled up and slid delicately into my fuck hole. I bounced up and down, trying to ride that tongue as if it were a mini cock. The scent of my arousal was filling the air now and I started moaning in pleasure as I rubbed my pussy against his mouth. As if in response to my enthusiasm, Jared started moaning as well, the muffled vibrations of his moans trapped beneath my pussy sent me even farther over the edge. My hips could not stay still and I desperately needed more attention on my clit. I felt my nipples tighten and my upper thighs began to shiver and shake. I felt an orgasm beginning to grow in my belly, the muscles contracting across my abdomen and I felt as if my clit grew even harder. “UUUGGGHHH” I cried out wordless sounds as I humped my clit against his face. Heat began to travel from my low belly down deeper into my pussy. My mind began to go blank and all I could focus on was rubbing harder and harder, my clit sliding up and down the wetness over his mouth and bumping against his nose. Everything tightened inside me and I screamed my pleasure as the contractions started riding through my body and I came loud and hard against his face.

I slowly slid off his body and carelessly threw myself down on the side of the bed. I felt as if everything in my body was still shuddering, especially my clit, riding out the ending waves of that orgasm. I recovered for a few more moments and then glanced over at Jared who was panting lightly and watching me in amusement. He still had my juices glistening all over his chin and mouth. I reached over and lightly rubbed his chin clean. “Intense cum?” he asked me with a wide grin. I realized that he was really getting into this whole submissive boy toy thing.

“Yeah and I’m not done,” I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube. I glanced over at Jared and his eyes grew wide. He had no idea what I was going to use that bottle of lube for. I glanced down at his cock and saw that he was partially erect. I set the bottle of lube down and decided to take care of his cock first. I grabbed his thickness and began to stroke him up and down in my fist. After he got nice and hard I rubbed my palm over the top of his head causing him to moan hard and attempt to throw his head back in pleasure. I grabbed the lube again and held the bottle face down, about a foot or so over Jared’s cock. I gently squeezed the bottle, allowing a steady stream of lube to pour out and land on his cock, sliding down his balls towards the bed. Yeah, the sheets would need to be cleaned after this but oh well. I carefully tipped the lube bottle upwards, capped it, and set it back down. Jared’s cock was slick with lube and I took him into my hands again rubbing that slick artificial wetness up and down his length and then I slid my hands downwards to cup his balls, gently squeezing.

I positioned my body upwards over him, setting my knees down on either side of his narrow hips, straddling him. “Do not cum until I tell you to, ok?” I reminded him. He nodded wordlessly at me glancing down preparing to watch me press my pussy against his cock, thinking that I was probably going to start riding him.

I kept his cock pressed against his stomach as I lowered my pussy and I began to rub my pussy lips up and down over the length of his cock. His cock was so wet and slick, as was my own pussy after the orgasm that I was easily able to create the type of friction I wanted, humping his cock without getting his head anywhere near inside my entrance. Jared was moaning and pulling hard against his restraints.

I dropped my body weight over to one side so that I could grab his cock with my right hand and I pointed his cock upwards at a comfortable angle. I lifted my hips and positioned my wet hole over the top of his cock. It took all the effort and discipline on my part for me to only lower just the first inch or so of his thick cock head into my pussy. He felt so good sliding into me like this, just fucking in and out of the first inch of my pussy. I used his cock like a toy, riding it up and down but not sliding anymore than the first two or three inches of him inside my tight pussy. I was not sure how much longer I could draw this out.

I felt a deep emptiness inside my pussy, my body desperate to just plunge his entire length into me. I wanted to ride his cock as fast and as hard as I could, knowing that he would not be able to move, tied to the bed, as I took my pleasure over and over. I cried out and did it then, I released his cock from my hand and I let his slick bulbous head pierce my pussy and I rode out the pleasure, I let my body slide down, my pussy walls tightly hugging his cock as I slowly lowered all the way down. Jared let out a long sigh of pleasure and I glanced at him and saw his eyes fluttering.

This was a delirious pleasure for us both. His cock was sheathed all the way inside me. I felt the ridge of the cock ring pressing against the entrance to my pussy. I could take no more of him into me. I rode him then. I let loose and I just completely fucked him. I lifted my hips up and down, plunging his length in and out of me and then I took him back into me as deeply as I could. I sat there rocking back and forth, feeling his cock stretching the walls of my pussy. It was so wet. My wetness was slowly trickling down my thighs and the base of his cock was so slick and slippery from both me and the lube. I ground my clit into his pelvis and I felt the orgasm began to boil inside me, slowly and quietly making itself known. My muscles clenched up and I knew that this orgasm was going to rip through me quicker than the first one had.

“Oh god, Jared…Jared…when I go you go, ok?” I thrust up and down and then circled my hips in an eager frenzy. “Don’t cum until I cum,” I pressed my weight forward and ground my clit even harder against his body, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me, almost to the point of pain as I felt the top of his cock bump near my cervix.

“OH GOD YES!” I cried out nonsense as I fucked myself up and down on his cock and finally the orgasm overtook me. The contractions ripped through my body, violent and angry, almost like an assault on my sensory system. I collapsed downwards, the muscles of my pussy still milking his cock and at that moment as my pussy tightened around him I felt his release. I felt the force of his ejaculation deep inside me and I knew that he had cum and that his orgasm was just as intense as my own.

“Fuck yeah,” I slowly lifted my pussy and slid off of his softening penis. I fell to the side and lay on my back trying to catch my breath. “Incredible,” I said quietly to myself. I glanced over at Jared. He was still recovering from his orgasm. I carefully slid the cock ring off his soft cock as he struggled to catch his breath.

I sat up and leaned over towards the top of the mattress so I could begin to undue his restraints. I freed his arms and they encircled my waist before sliding down over my ass. “Naughty girl, you gave me quite the ride,” and he squeezed my ass hard. I let out a girlish giggle.

“Leave me alone or I’ll keep your legs tied all night”.

“I wouldn’t mind a repeat of this sometime,” he said as I reached down and undid his legs.

“Yeah?” I glanced up at him with my eyebrows raised. He nodded at me and wiped his hand across his forehead, rubbing at some droplets of sweat hugging his hairline.

“Sounds good. You’re my favorite toy to use,” I settled my body against the length of his and he threw one leg over my hip and drew me in against him as close as he could. The sharpness of our pleasure gave way to soft intimacy and each of us dozed off into a light contented sleep.

-Kalia

Maintenance Man

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The Street Fair

I had known from day one that Brad was a prick. It left me in the uncomfortable position of uncertainty. I wasn’t quite certain who to be angry with. The prick? Myself?

My unfortunate luck had continued. I was cursed. Another beautiful early fall day. Birds singing, sun shining, lawn mowers humming a serene background music. Shit.

I sipped coffee, watched the news, and fought the urge to crawl back into bed. “It’s a goooorgeous day for the Parktowne Fair,” the announcer told me.

Hmmmf!

“Folks come for great food and live music. If you’re a shopper, you can’t beat the buys. One of a kind stuff.”

Hmmmm.

I am a shopper. I love to shop. I love to shop to get my mind off shitty ex-boyfriends who can’t keep Mr. Winky where he belongs.

I live in Parktowne. To get to the fair I would have to walk about a half a block. My luck was getting better.

The good feeling faded a tad as I got dressed and grabbed my purse. Was I really ready for sunlight? Birds chirping? Smiling laughing people? Nope. “Screw it.” I would force myself to go. I would make myself be happy.

I slammed the front door behind me, effectively scaring off all birds within a two mile radius. Good. Walking into the spectacular day was like running with a cement truck strapped to my back. I was too down for this. It would be better if I just went home.

No! I scolded myself. Go. Enjoy! Get revenge by not giving a shit.

I started to keep time with my plodding steps. Prick! Jerk! Ass--hole. The asshole part had to be divided to cover two steps but that was fine. I was feeling a little better. At the end of my street the fair awaited.

I smoothed my white summer dress and glanced at my purple sandals. I had dressed for forced cheerfulness. Although the kitten heels might not have been the best choice.

I saw a jewelry vendor and nearly turned my ankle as I scampered over to look. Oooh. So many beauties. My eyes locked longingly on an intricate silver bracelet with a hearty hunk of turquoise at its center. Gorgeous.

“You like?” the tiny vendor asked. Her voice was thickly accented. “Is good for love and healing. Serenity.”

Was she staring at me knowingly? Of course not. I had to get a grip.

“How much?” I touched the bracelet. The threads of silver that made up the cuff seemed no thicker than strands of hair. They were twisted into delicate lacework. Stunning.

“Seventy.”

My shoulders slumped. I only had fifty on me and was lucky to have that. “Sorry. Can’t.” I forced my eyes to move on to other pieces. Maybe something cheaper.

“How much you have?” she asked. Her nearly black eyes sparkled with good humor. “You, I like.”

“I have fifty. Exactly.” I pulled out my wallet and forced it open so that she could see the lone bill inside.

“You take,” she said, plucking my new treasure from black velvet. She slid it on my wrist and I felt its gentle weight. Aaahh. True love.

I handed her the fifty and she returned a ten. “You have more fun. Take this.”

“But--”

She waved me off with a tiny wrinkled hand. “Enjoy. Is meant for you.” She turned to another customer and I was dismissed.

I stumbled along and stared at my purchase. Healing, huh? I felt better already.

“Does the beauty wish to have her future told?” the voice was as dark as expensive chocolate and just as sinful.

I don’t know what made me look up. I was feeling anything but beautiful. Well, maybe my wrist. The eyes matched the voice. Cocoa brown with flecks of gold and blue. I blinked. Duh. Wheat colored hair hung in those eyes giving him the look of a naughty little boy.

Stop. It was a command. To myself. Jewelry--okay. Raging hormonal reaction to a stranger--no way. Like a dolt I held my palm out. Slut, I thought.

“What’s this for?” he asked with a crooked smile that shot right to my crotch.

I snatched my hand back. Stupid. He wasn’t a palm reader I realized. That would explain the crystal ball.

“I use the ball,” he said, “but I’ll be happy to hold your hand if you like.”

I fought the urge to run.

He leaned toward me and I felt myself sway forward to meet him like a snake being charmed. “It’s just for charity,” he confided. “But I’ll make a good show of it.”

I found myself fingering the delicate threads of my bracelet. I dropped two dollars into the fish bowl.

“I see romance in your future,” he said on a breath. His hand found mine again. “With a strange handsome man. He is…” he paused dramatically and threw his head back, “…a giving soul. Works for charity. Has boyish good looks and…wait, it’s coming to me…he finds you breathtaking.”

I laughed despite myself and felt a rush of bold lust. I rose and pulled him with me.

“Where are we going?” he laughed.

“Shut up and follow me.”

I pulled him into the alley that sat darkly behind his booth. I turned on the toes of my sandals so quickly I stumbled and he steadied me. Before my brain could kick in I kissed him. Not a demure kiss either. I took his mouth forcefully as if I had every right to claim it. My tongue forced between his lips, ran over his smooth even teeth, tangled with his. He tasted like root beer and funnel cake.

“Ooh, bawdy,” he mumbled against my neck, nibbling gently.

I took a deep breath and forged ahead. His jeans were soft and well worn but no match for the erection that resided inside. I popped the top button and the rest followed suit like lemmings jumping into the sea. My fingers pushed past cotton and found soft, firm flesh beneath.

A startled breath was his only response. I sank to my knees, forever forfeiting the white summer dress. Alley muck and rain water soaked me in an instant. I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue along the length of his cock. His hands burrowed in my hair. His hips pushed forward to meet me as I played the tip of my tongue around the rosy ridge of flesh that marked the head of his penis. I inhaled the clean scent of him that was a sharp contrast to the dark, sinister smell of the alley. I cupped his balls and was rewarded with a low, primitive moan.

My actions stirred a smoky arousal. So not like me. So unexpected. I smiled around his erection. Serenity. Healing. I wanted him, so he was mine. I rose and pulled him to me. My back slammed the rough brick wall and I gasped at the jolt. I hiked up my dress. He made quick work of my thong and it landed on the corner of a rusted dumpster. I opened my thighs, ignoring my first instinct of embarrassment. His head dipped to me and his tongue found me wet and waiting. I arched against his open lips, using the wall for leverage. I opened to him exposing my clit with a gleeful surrender of manners and mores. His tongue was magical and skilled but I wanted more.

“Get up here and fuck me,” I ordered and was nearly giddy when he obliged.

His hands forced my knees farther apart, opening me wide. He slid his entire length into me with one fluid stroke. Only my toes touched the filthy concrete. My hands gripped his shoulders and I absorbed each slick plunge of his cock. My cunt molded to him and came fully awake as his tempo increased. He dipped his head and I forced one coppery nipple between his lips. He sucked it roughly then ran his tongue around the puckered halo. My nerves snapped with arousal, my thighs clenched him tight.

I heard calliope music as he thrust roughly and then with a swirl of his hips pushed me over the edge. I spasmed around him. My pussy a pliable fist that milked each drop of pleasure from his sex. He tensed and announced his orgasm with a rumbling growl.

“I predict we’ll do that again.” His voice snaked into my ear and I trembled.

I steadied myself with a breath then smoothed my dress around my hips and smiled. I didn’t say a word.

He grabbed my hips roughly and kissed me as I had kissed him. Fiercely. As if he owned me.

I left the alley in my stained white dress. I smoothed my hair and wiped my lips. Stroking my new bracelet, I gave a little laugh. When I shoved my hands into my pockets my fingers found paper.

The card read:

Nick Rechau
Fortune Teller

I ran my fingers over the phone number and wondered about my near future.

-S. Marsden

A Night With My Wife

I’ve promised Carolyn a long overdue “back rub”; she was laying on the bed, naked, face down on her stomach when I came in to the bedroom, I gently straddled her and began slowly massaging her shoulders and neck placing kisses down her spine, slowly rubbing her back and working on her tight muscles. I applied some lotion, rubbing it into her soft skin, working my way from the back of her neck, across her shoulders, down her back and pausing for a moment on her tight ass, massaging both cheeks, then down the backs of her thighs and down to her calves, and then slowly worked my way back up, massaging up her thighs, just grazing my fingers across her pussy as I worked my hands up on her ass, slowly kissing her lower back, making my way back up between her shoulder blades.

Carolyn was getting relaxed now, as I continued to massage her muscles, slowly working from her neck, shoulders and then teasing with a soft pass down the side of her breasts that were exposed while she lay on top of them, working my way down the middle of her back placing soft kisses on her cheeks and trying to stay away from her moistening pussy for now. I concentrated on her massage still straddling her; the head of my cock would just touch between her ass cheeks as I massaged her back oozing pre cum. I tried not to think about it and continued to massage her.

Carolyn slowly spread her legs apart and propped her ass up just enough for me to see her glistening pussy, she was very wet and I haven’t even begun to work on it yet, but I will. I gained my composure as we have not had sex in awhile, and I wanted to have a long night of fun. I’m on the road a lot and we have cybersex which ends up with me coming for her, but tonight it’s the real thing.

I continued on the massage as Carolyn reached around with one hand and started to stroke my ever growing cock, slowly she would tease my cock by rubbing it up and down her wet pink slit, but she would stop short of letting me plunge my hard cock deep inside her, this was driving me crazy and had to take a break as not to cum yet. We smoked a joint and shared a beer and talked about our previous cybersex endeavors.

Carolyn would make me do things like stroke my cock, play with my balls and pull on my nipples and rub the head of my 7 1/2 inch dick on them. Sometimes she would make me finger my ass and stroke my meat till I cum on my chest. I’ll do whatever she wants, and she can do whatever she wants to me, whatever turns her on I’m hers.

Not that I’m gay by any means, but I enjoy the rare occasion when she licks and fingers my ass and enjoy when she works toys in me, starting with the small and working to the larger. During some of our cybersex play she wants me to cum in my mouth, I’ve tried but it is hard to align it all in the web cam, I’ve told her that I would like to eat my cum from her pussy, but she would have to make me and I would have to be a little buzzed, she said it sounded like fun and we would have to try it. I’ve never really tasted my cum before, let alone anyone else’s. Carolyn would take my oozing cock and rub it on her nipples and I would later lick it off. But the thought of eating cum from her freshly fucked pussy and getting hard again to fuck some more is a real turn on.

After we chilled a bit but getting more aroused by our conversations, we turned to each other and began kissing and I worked my way to her breasts licking, caressing and nibbling on her hard nipples. She played with my nipples and returned the favor. She reached down and dipped her fingers in her pussy and coated her nipples with her pussy juice which I feverously devoured. She then rewet her fingers and covered my dick with her juices and leaned down and began to lick, suck and caress my raging cock. It’s such a turn on when she eats her own pussy juices. She broke away and we kissed savoring each other’s flavors.

I lay on my back with Carolyn’s pussy and ass staring at me straight in the face as she slowly and methodically sucks my cock, I get busy on her glistening pussy. I slowly dip in my tongue and she is hot and wet, her juices are thick and tasty no wonder she likes the taste as much as I do. I spread her lips apart and ease in a finger slowly fucking her pussy; pulling it out and tasting her only to slip it back in and continue to eat her pussy. Carolyn is pumping her pussy back and forth as she continues to suck me. I grab her by the ass and spread her cheeks and stick my tongue in her pussy then in her waiting ass. Darting my tongue in and out of her ass, she starts to relax and loosen up. I dip in a finger into her pussy and then slowly guide it in to her waiting ass. She slowly rocks back and forth on my finger while at the same time I’m eating her pussy and she is sucking my throbbing cock.

Suddenly I feel a finger at my back door trying to gain access; I try to relax as Carolyn inserts a finger deep inside, what pleasure it is, finger going in and out and a warm wet mouth engulfing my shaft. I return the favor by inserting another finger in her tight ass and sucking and nibbling on her dripping pussy. Carolyn is rocking back and forth on my fingers and I’m ready to burst in her mouth as she is now fucking my ass with two then three fingers.

We break away from this and take a well deserved break because I was just about to blow my load. We smoked another joint and have another beer still caressing each other. I asked her if she enjoyed her back rub and she said yes and she enjoyed the extra rubs also! We popped in a DVD of bisexuals having sex, for some reason it is turn the both of us on. While watching the movie there was a scene of a girl with a strap on fucking this dude in the ass and sucking another guy’s cock, Carolyn asked me if I would do that. I asked her what? Suck a cock or let a girl fuck me in the ass with a strap on? I told her I never suck cock but getting fucked in the ass maybe fare play, in return for fucking your ass before. I said. She just smiled.

Both of us are pretty buzzed by now and the movie has us aroused even more. I reach down and dip a finger in Carolyn’s pussy and I reach down and squeeze out some pre cum from my cock and lather it on her nipples, then I lean over and suck it off carefully pulling on her nipples with my teeth, stretching her nipples and then letting go. By now Carolyn is fingering her pussy and rubbing more on her heaving breasts, I continue to work on her nipples first one then the other.

She grabs my cock and begins to lick up and down the shaft and swirling around the head before taking it deep in her mouth. Finally she guides my waiting cock into her pussy and I sink it in up to my balls. We start a rhythm and she plays with my nipples and fondles my balls. I lean down and I suck and lick on her tasty breasts. She whispers in my ear that she wants me to cum deep in her pussy, and then she told me that she wanted me to eat my come from her. With that I asked her what she’ll do in return; she said it depends on me, if you get hard again you can fuck me in the ass. She said, and if you don’t I’m going to fuck you in the ass till you do. Well a win/win.

We were now in a fucking frenzy, thinking of what was going to happen in a little bit I felt my balls stir and my cum erupting from deep inside me, as my cum exploded in her pussy and my cock started to soften, Carolyn told me to get up and eat her pussy and not to stop until she was clean, she wanted all of that nasty cum out of her. At the time it sounded like a great idea, but as my dick softened so did the mood, Carolyn said don’t even think about going to sleep, she lay on her back and with me resting in a heap on top of her she grabbed my head and forced my face between her freshly fucked pussy. I knew what was about to happen. Carolyn rolled over and straddled my face, my cum was deep in her pussy and I was now in the position with her freshly fucked pussy over my mouth I began to lick and tease her pussy and wait on my cum to ooze out.

Carolyn reached between my face and her pussy and fingered herself as to coax out my cum. She removed her finger and my cum began running out in thick streams. I caught the first of it and thought I would not like it but to my surprise it wasn’t that bad and with that said I dove my tongue in deep and spread her lips apart and not to miss a drop of my cum. I ate her pussy for all its worth, and with Carolyn’s approval and when she was satisfied that I got her pussy all clean did she let me stop.

Looking down at my limp but ever very slowly growing cock she decided that it was my turn to get fucked as I let her down by not getting hard. I was too spent to argue she rolled me over on my hands and knees and began stroking my cock to milk out the last drops of cum which she stuffed in my tight ass with a finger. Carolyn then reached and got the anal lube that we purchased a few weeks back and lubed my ass and then began to ease in a finger, I was still a little loose from earlier and as she worked her finger she applied more lube and then put in another finger, then another, three was the most I ever took but she kept on and got in four, I was delirious.

My ass was getting use to the abuse, as I tried to relax, Carolyn was now reaching for the toys, she pulled out a small vibrator and it slipped right in so she got the next larger one and began fucking me, she said something about how I liked it and that I deserved what was coming because my cock wasn’t hard for her. More lube and I felt a larger dildo invading my ass, it was a red jelly one the same size as my cock, slowly it parted my ass and she worked in the head and slowly drove it all the way, she then pulled it all the way out and then slowly back in to the hilt. My ass was giving in. I rolled over on my back with this large dildo being worked in my ass , Carolyn was now pumping the dildo in and out, stopping from time to time to completely remove it add more lube then sink it back in.

She said now I know what it feels like to be fucked in the ass with a huge cock, all I could do was mutter something and play with her nipples, she then lowered her head and inhaled my twitching cock as she fucked my ass. My cock began to stir and become semi hard, she pulled out the dildo, reached down and grabbed my dick and stuck the head of my cock in my now well opened ass, she pushed a little harder and my cock entered my own ass. Carolyn kept pumping my cock in and out of my ass finally it has all the way in with nothing but my balls hanging out. I felt them stir as she worked my cock in and out of my own ass; I was about to cum in my own ass, but remembered that I still had an ass to fuck.

Gathering our wits we took a quick break, my ass was still quivering from the assault and my cock was growing. I asked Carolyn if I could fuck her ass and she looked at my cock as it stood to attention and gave me the ok. After our break I ate her pussy which was flowing as she was excited as I was from the anal assault I was just given, working from her pussy then back and forth to her ass Carolyn began loosening up. I pumped some lube on her ass then I placed my finger on her asshole, Carolyn slowly backed up on it and then devoured it all, I pumped it in and out all the while her ass was giving in I added another finger, she rocked back and forth on them both, I would stop from time to time and sink my tongue deep in her ass, then open her up with my fingers, I was so horny now. I placed the head of my cock in her pussy and drove it deep pulled it out and aimed for her waiting ass.

I placed the head of my cock in her tight ass and slowly coaxed it in. Slowly my cock was engulfed deep in her ass, I paused for a second letting Carolyn get used to its size then I pulled all the way out just in time to see her ass close up and then I slowly pushed my cock all the way in and repeating this a few times her ass was now mine. Gliding in and out of her ass was fantastic and a rare treat for me, Carolyn reached down for her rabbit and started to work on her pussy, she now had my cock in her ass and a vibrator up her pussy she was delirious with pleasure and her pussy was gushing, I tried to stay focused but she has making it difficult by squeezing her ass around my cock trying to milk the cum from it. I held on for as long as I could and told Carolyn that I had to cum soon, she kept rocking on my cock till I was about to explode deep in her ass, reluctantly I pulled out and sprayed cum all over her freshly fucked ass; as it found its way down covering her pussy she then turned and looked at me and I knew what I had to do.
-Dusty1