Awesome and arrousing story and a gorgeous picture

Feeding Time

by Beth

It’s October 2001

 

It was a few days after I'd returned to work from maternity leave. My breasts were swollen and producing a large amount of milk, much more than I actually needed. Every day at lunch, I would retreat to a small storage space just off the break room and use the breast pump while I ate. The employees and temps shared the break room with tenants, and there were often corporate visitors in and out for coffee, so I needed the privacy. Everyone on staff was very gracious about it.

 

Today, though, the boss lady intercepted me and told me she had arranged a more convenient space for me. We don't call her "The Boss Lady" to her face, of course, but it's an appropriate description. She's a tall, imposing blonde, very no-nonsense. Corporate loves her results, so they give her a free hand when it comes to running the office suites. As intimidating as she can be, we've all learned that she's fair and will stand up for us when we need her. She doesn't let upper management disturb her henhouse.

 

She has a reputation for professionalism among the tenants, and any visitor can see it in her manner of dress: blouse buttoned to the neck, crisp suit jacket, pencil skirt, low heels. Her hair is kept in a tight bun, never a strand out of place. She wears stylish black-rimmed glasses when she reads. She speaks with clarity and sports a firm handshake. The word "businesswoman" was coined for her.

 

If she has any personal relationships, we don't know about them.

 

She led me down the hall to an unrented space that had a desk and chair. I sat down and started unbuttoning my blouse. I was saying something about how considerate everyone was being, when I noticed she hadn't come all the way in. She glanced quickly up and down the hall, then ducked inside and flipped the lock.

 

Before I could process any of this, she rushed over to me, bent over at the waist, cupped my breasts through my bra and pressed her face into my cleavage. She took a deep breath, in and out, through her nose. I felt the moist heat deep between my breasts.

 

"Hey... Wha...?" I started to say.

 

She pressed her left index finger against my lips and whispered, "Shhh. Shhhh."

 

She quickly jerked my left feeding flap open... AND HER LIPS WERE ON MY LEFT NIPPLE!

 

OH MY GOD! She was sucking on my left nipple and... and...

 

AND SHE WAS DRINKING MY MILK!

 

I was frozen. Every hair was standing up on my neck and arms, and I felt a wave of goose bumps rush over me. My eyes must have been the size of dinner plates. I had NO IDEA what to do!

 

Her lips were pursed in a light kiss, gently wrapped around only the nipple. But that was enough. She was getting milk! I could feel it!

 

I breathed in as if to speak, but again her finger pressed to my mouth. "Hmp-mm," she mumbled.

 

With her left hand still gently warning me silent, her right hand cradled my left breast and lifted slightly. Her puckered lips parted just a bit, bringing the entire areola into her mouth. I felt the nipple move inward.

 

I gasped.

 

I was still paralyzed, but my impressions were vivid. She was standing to my right, bending across my body. I could smell her cologne, and I had a close-up view of her left ear and neck. She was making no sound, but I could FEEL every rhythmic suck. My heart was racing so fast and hard I could feel it in my ears. I felt like I would fall over. I hadn't experienced that kind of total body fear since I was a child, and I remember thinking back then, "This is what a frightened rabbit must feel like."

 

I was shaking uncontrollably, but I managed to whisper, "B-boss lady, please..."

 

Oh, WHY did I say that??

 

She momentarily stopped sucking and I saw her left eye look up at me.

 

She responded by pushing my knees apart and kneeling in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her face to my breast and opened her mouth wide, sucking in as much flesh as would fit. She sucked HARD. I felt my nipple yanked into the back of her mouth, where it was squeezed tight by a muscular tongue. A great surge of milk spilled out.

 

My shaking voice quavered, "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...."

 

There was no sound in the room. I could hear her breath rushing in and out of her nose, and I could hear her throat swallow with each suck. Oh my god! She was sucking SO HARD! It made my nipple sting. And there was SO MUCH MILK!

 

She didn't move. She just sucked and sucked and sucked. My poor, swollen nipple surged in and out of her throat like a piston, pouring out its secrets.

 

I was breathing heavily, and starting to come down from my adrenalin rush, but I was still in a total panic. I felt weak.

 

Then I noticed my right nipple was standing up hard. It wanted some attention, and it was leaking milk on its own.

 

The boss noticed, too.

 

She pulled open the right flap, and her mouth latched on hard, leaving my reddened, squirting left nipple to point into the cool air.

 

She squeezed and pulled the poor thing as she greedily devoured my right breast. Milk sprayed with each pinch.

 

Again, the boss sucked hard, in silence. Suck. Suck. Suck. She was FEEDING on me.

 

She switched back and forth a few times, sucking earnestly, making a POP or SMACK when she pulled loose, pinching and pulling the other. My chest and belly were covered with milk.

 

I came to a sudden realization: This felt AMAZING.

 

I made a decision... to just... let it happen.

 

I lay my head back and let her take me

 

She sucked.

And sucked.
And SUCKED.
And SUCKED MORE.

 

It seemed to go on for hours.

 

But of course, it didn't. Lunch break ended, and we went back to work. I stumbled through the rest of the day, and at home that night, my husband couldn't figure out why I was so sleepy.

 

The next day, it happened again. We didn't say a word. I just opened my blouse and she fed.

 

We meet every day for lunch now. We've switched to an unused reception room on another floor. It has a couch, so I can cradle her head while she feeds contentedly. We never speak.

 

We going to try meeting on a weekend soon.

 

I don't know what to call my new relationship with the boss. I mean, it's not a lesbian affair. I admit to having orgasms while I feed her, but I don't want to have sex with her. That's not what it's about.

 

I certainly at the time did not tell my husband about it. I wouldn't know how. It's been going on so long now, where would I even start?

 

It's not as if it's made problems for us. In fact, it's totally revived our sex lives. I get home from work before he does, and every evening when he arrives, I pull off his pants and DEVOUR his cock. I can't get enough! I suck him as if my life depends on it. I swallow his cum, then I keep sucking till he's hard again, then I swallow more cum.

 

I didn't enjoy oral sex before. I saw it as a chore, just to make him happy. But now, I'm FEEDING. Just that little change of perspective makes all the difference. I suckle at his cock every chance I get. Some days, I get 3 or 4 loads of cum at a session. We don't go out, he doesn't watch TV, I don't call my friends... all because I'm on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

 

I'm content at work, and I'm content at home.

Beth

 

haha great story!  sounds like the rest of the bar was just jealous of your sexual confidence.

The location was perfect. Quiet, low key pub, mid day with few patrons, with restrooms tucked down in the basement, far from the main bar.

I arrived first and was a bit concerned that there was a group of mature women gathered around one table. Mature women don't flock together when they need the facility. They would go one at a time, but often, as that is the nature of women and beer. I was relieved when they got up to pay the bill a short time later.

Not long after I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. He'd already gone to the bar, bought a pint and headed for a seat across the room, far from where I was sitting at the opposite end of the bar. Damn that man is stealthy. I like to think I'm observant but for some reason he flies under my radar until almost on top of me most times. He's a large man but he carries himself so small that he simply blends into the scenery.

The plan was simple.
I would head to the ladies room.
A short time latter he would follow.
A quickie in front of the mirror.
Then back up the stairs, one at a time, to share a beer as "two strangers meeting".

Dammit... he was prolonging our play on purpose. Hehehe
It was naughty, bathroom dirty (the ladies room is always a lot cleaner than the men's room) and rather illegal. I'm so glad he likes to play these risky games with me. And naturally there was a bit of photography. I think he's working on his own collection of sexy media... "All the places I've gotten head". (I'm kidding / no I'm not)

We put an end to our play around the 20 minute mark (to be continued). I went up stairs first, settled onto my bar stool with my sketch book and took a sip of my warming pint. "WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT YOU," bellowed the buxom bar tender as she gestured towards the half dozen men at the far end of the bar. I know I blushed. I didn't reply. "AND THAT OTHER GENTLEMAN." She spoke loud and clear as she waved towards his still empty seat. I cocked my head with a theatrically puzzled look.

Fine. The gig was up. Tongue were wagging - let them. I'm living out my fantasies in such a way that these poor, mundane persons could only ever imagine. My walk-on-the-wild-side would at least provide them with a bit of colourful gossip for the day.

I gave him the heads up via text message. "Come join me for a beer anyway." when he returned to his seat, I joined him, making it obvious that we were together. We chatted about casual stuff and got to know each other a little better... even stayed for a second pint until he leaned forward and said, "don't you need to use the rest room again?"

Hahaha! Such a funny guy. I got the tab. It was time to make another prime location fantasy come true.

 

It was just past 11:00pm when we pulled into the parking lot.  We parked rather close to the church this time.  "Fancy a walk in the park?"  I asked.

"If you like," he replied cordially.

I led Mr. Secretive down the block a bit, through the park gate and down the path into the ravine.  This park’s trail hairpins at the bottom of the hill and then runs parallel to the river.  Coming from the direction of the river was the sound of several people laughing and joking. "Kids like to hang out there on the rocks and have a few drinks.  With any luck they'll not see us passing."

Just before the path turned I spotted a break in the tall grass.  Mr. Secretive followed me as I picked my way along what might have been a deer trail.  I kept loosing it in the dark.  There was no moon or stars to light our way - only the grey haze of city lights reflected off the sky.  As the tree canopy closed in overhead the inhibiting foliage fell away until we found ourselves standing in a near black forest clearing.

Our eyes adjusted quickly.  Finding a near by tree, I carefully laid my car keys at the base so that they would not get lost in the tussle to come.  I turned to him and we came together hungrily, kissing and clutching each other tight.

The voices from the river still floated our way but the words were indistinguishable.  It was exciting being that bad that close to the unsuspecting public.

I reached for his jeans, loosened the waist and reached inside to find my prize.  Chuckling as my fingers wrapped around his already hard shaft, I whispered,  "I opted to go commando tonight too."

He shoved his hand down my track pants, cupped my pussy and hummed, "Mmmm, I like."

I tried to keep pace, squeezing and moving my fingers up and down his length, but it's hard to concentrate when he treats me to one of his exceptional hand jobs.  Eventually I just let go so that I could cling to his shoulders and purr my satisfaction in his ear.  He gets off on getting me off.  Normally a silent partner, the sounds of pleasure that were carried up from between my legs and throat made him moan too.

I settled into a squat in front of him.  He was warm and salty from the summer heat, his stomach trickled with a bit of sweat.  He flipped his t-shirt back over his shoulders to find relief from the smallest movement of wind, and also for a better view.  I licked his fingers clean first then turned my attention to his cock.

No sooner had I started to savor him, taking him deep into my mouth - KABOOM!!

I nearly jumped out of my skin!  I'm so glad I reacted with a gasped instead of clenching forward in terror, as I'm apt to do!  A shower of red pyrotechnics rained down behind him, outlining his silhouette.  "Fireworks - how cliché!" I laughed.

I have ligyrophobia, a fear of loud sounds.  It stems from my globophobia.  My heart raced, my limbs tensed and with every ounce of my being I wanted to throw myself to the ground in a duck-and-cover fetal position.  I knew the fireworks were being set off over the river where it was safe but it really felt as if they were going off directly above us and threatening to set the forest ablaze.  I resumed Mr. Secretive's blowjob while a 21-gun salute and then some lit up the sky around us. It was comforting to have him between the explosions and myself, and to be distracted by performing an act that required my full attention.  I can laugh at my own terror.  I know my phobia is foolish.  It's real just the same.

The pyro display didn't last long.  When it was over I stood for a reassuring kiss.  Stepping out of my track pants, I turned to lean into the tree and presented my backside in anticipation of a good fucking.  Over my shoulder I watched as Mr. Secretive also removed his jeans and fished a condom from a pocket.

The forest setting, the risk of witnesses, my heightened awareness... It all came together for some amazing sex.  The ground was soft, but even so with all the assorted plants and fallen debris from the trees above, at one point I found myself down on my elbows and knees, my skin burning from a dozen tiny abrasions.  I didn't care.  I was almost squealing from the intensity of that orgasm, one of a dozen or so he'd treated me to already.

When it was his turn to cum, I turned, sat down on a log and offered him my mouth.  He was jerking off more than usual as I teased his ass with my fingertips and lapped at his balls.  I sensed his frustration - no amount of stimulation was helping.  I stood up and he laughed as he kissed me.  "I went too far."  I looked puzzled.  "When I hold back for too long... then I just can't."

"Oh."  We clumsily dressed and I joked about how weak-in-the-knee I was, he would have to carry me out.  We picked our way out through the tall grasses and bramble and were relieved to stumble back onto the main path again.

Half way back to the car before hitting the well-lit street, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for one more kiss.  He held me tight, tasting me.  Oh, oh - we have become affectionate.  There was a time when we would fuck and depart with little more than a handshake.  Now we're reluctant to let an encounter end.

Just as we were about to walk past the tail end of my car he stopped me.  "Let me see if he's back."  I grinned.  I'd never heard him refer to his penis in third person before.  And here, next to the church with all the lights on (I’m so going to hell), across the street from a row of residences - some of those with lights on... Oh, so bad.  I leaned over the trunk and let him press against my bottom.  I could feel his hardon grow rigid through his jeans.

Mmmm... what the heck.  "Come this way."  I positioned us so that the car was between the church and us, lowered my track pants and bent over the hood.

"Oh, so naughty," he whispered approvingly as he pressed his cock into me one more time.  The danger of being this exposed brought him to the edge fast.  "Now."  He didn't have to explain.  I turned, squatted and parted my lips.  He came hard, filling my mouth and groaning his relief.  Partly to savor him and partly to prolong our risky exposure, I continued to suck his cock until he got twitchy with sensitivity.

"That was fun.  Thank you."

"Mmmm... Thank you," he fairwelled.  We climbed into our separate cars and left.

Every time we play together I wonder how we'll ever be able to top it next time.  Every time we play together I'm surprised at how exceedingly we do.

 

When she arrived at the strip mall just off the park she was annoyed to see someone else was stopped there too. It would be too conspicuous to head off to the corner of the parking lot with her large bag in tow so she waited, making herself look busy with her phone. "Hurry up," she mumbled. Her lover would arrive at any moment and she wanted to be ready for him. Fortunately the man was just there to pick up the mail so her inconvenience wasn't long. As soon as she found herself alone she grabbed the tote and slipped out of the car.

In the corner of the parking lot there was a utility building and just behind that, a chain link fence with an opening that was easy enough to duck through. The valley that separated the common path area and the not so trafficked space she had in mind was full of water. She had to pick her way through tangled branches and muddy slopes until she came across a fallen log that would keep her crossing dry.



Up the next slope and a dozen yards in she found the clearing where they had played before in the spring. The trilliums had all faded so she didn't feel so bad about the trampling that was about to go down. However, the forest's foliage was not nearly as dense as she had imagined it would be. Her line of sight was clear through to where the paved pathway was. It was hot, humid and rush hour. The few evening strollers that might come out were either still commuting home or just sitting down to dinner. She opted to set up in a space that was on the far side of a large fallen log just the same.

Hurriedly, she cleared the area of fallen branches and poky things. She had known the woods would be muddy from recent rains so had stopped at the hardware store for a plastic sheet on her way. She shook it out and spread it over the ground. On top of this she laid out a thick fuzzy blanket that would offer a bit more protection from the forest floor.



She took a breath, a quick glance about and stripped - everything but the little red sneakers she wore. They were muddy but cute just the same. As planned, she turned to face away from the strip mall and laid down on her stomach. She had a little throw pillow with her too. This she tucked under her hips so that her bottom was elevated. She spread her legs and waited. She had intended to have her feet kicked up behind her in a flirty way but didn't want those bright red shoes to be waving like a beacon for any passer-by to see.



There was one more consequence of the rain that she had not anticipated: mosquitoes. She laughed at her ridiculousness as she swatted them away by the dozen. There would be hell to pay over the next couple days due to this naughty little game.



Ignoring the pests, she picked up her phone so that she could take a few self-portraits. After all, it's not every day that she found herself stark naked in the woods. But before she could take the first shot she heard a branch snap in the distance behind her. She froze.

She had promised him that she wouldn't peek. Just the thought that it might not be her play mate sent chills through her. There was another twig snap. His approach was deliberately slow and as quiet as possible. Her pulse quickened and her mind raced with what-ifs. The plastic sheet crinkled and she knew that he was right there behind her. Desperately she wanted to peek just to confirm his identity, but managed to refrain.



She didn't hear him undressing but did hear the distinctive sound of a condom being torn into. He was between her knees pushing them farther apart then hauling her up by the hips. She wasn't quite up on her knees when he shoved his cock into her, making her moan. Two hairy arms came down on either side of her and he used his weight to flatten her to the ground. She and her partner didn't fit together well like that so the result was a cock that didn't seem familiar. She panicked just a little.



He pulled her up into a kneeling position again so that he could thrust more easily and she took the opportunity to cheat. She peeked under her right arm. Hairy thighs - that was correct. Jays baseball cap… More waves of fear coursed through her! She had never seen him wear a hat before. She peeked under her left arm and saw an army green t-shirt on the ground. She frantically searched her memories for an instance when she might have seen him wearing that colour but came up blank.



Logic told her that it had to be her lover. This was a prearranged meeting. There had been no startled gasp of someone stumbling upon a naked nymph in the woods. The odds that a stranger was out for a walk in the woods with a condom in his pocket were slim to none. And yet still her pulse raced.



The man behind her smacked her ass in a familiar way, but then he also smacked her arms, shoulders and legs to chase off the mosquitoes.

He pulled out long enough to reposition her knees so they were together and then pushed back into her now tighter passage. She pushed back to meet his thrusts, and with heightened senses, gave in to the sex.



The game had him on edge too. He had to stop repeatedly to calm himself. The third time he sat back to take a break she decided to end the game. They were both being chewed mercilessly. She turned get a look at him, relieved to finally put an end to her doubts.


"Hi," she said shyly as her hands went to his cock to peel off the condom.


"Hi," he replied grinning and relieved himself that she was willing to cut their date short.


He stood up and whispered, "Suck it. You do it so well." She was amused by his brazenness, not for his direction of her, but at how comfortable he was standing naked there in the park for any one to see… not that any one was about.



 She took his hard cock into her mouth and twirled her tongue around him. He held her head still and thrust. He wasn't usually that aggressive about oral. His arousal excited her. Fighting the urge to gag, she just let him use her. He was pushed in as deep as her mouth would allow when he announced that he was about to cum. She relaxed her throat to receive just as his cum spilled into every available space. Her mouth was filled before she started to move on him again. She pulled back far enough to swallow and then continued to clean him for a moment longer.



"Wow, that was so much fun!" she sighed as she dressed.



"It was. I'm going to be itching for days," he joked. There had been no one to slap the mosquitoes from his exposed back.



She folded up the blanket and tucked it and the pillow back into her tote then bundled up the plastic sheet to toss in the trash bin on the way out. For a moment she considered picking up the condom and wrapper. They would break down soon enough. She like the idea of leaving some evidence of their play behind.



"I took pictures," he admitted. "I'll send them when I get home."
Good man.

lol Thanks David...I think I posted another of my stories on here awhile back! I was writing stuff last summer haven't done much at all this summer though except this one!

 

kk

I meant the quality of your writing. It's great. You should write more.
At the least you'll know folks will read it.

lol David I don't its just a story...lol...but thanks

Hey, I didn't know you had this in you. Very hot story Kit Kat

 

I was standing naked in front of him, while he was sitting on the bed. He had this smirk on his face; I asked him what's going through his mind? He said do you really want to know...Of course I want to know I said...

I have plans for you, get ready to have your world rocked...I stood there just kind of in awe, not quite sure what to say or do. A few minutes pass, he barks at me to get on my knees, I do so reluctantly, he grabs my head as he stands up says...suck my cock, he orders. I do as I'm told and start sucking; he became extremely hard very quickly.

He barked an order at me again, bend over hands on the bed, I comply, I feel his fingers start playing with my pussy....ooooo he said you are very, very, wet. I was so wet his fingers just slide into my cunt...Don't cum he said, not just yet. I was on the verge of an orgasm.....

He pulled his fingers out of my extremely wet pussy, and licked his fingers with my juices all over them. "mmmmmm very tasty" he said. He barked another order at me "stand up, turn and face me" I gingerly stood with weak knees and did as I was told. "Sit on the edge of the bed facing my cock and suck".

I took his shaft and started licking the tip of his cock, which was already hard, I licked all around the tip making is wet. He moaned so I knew he was already feeling the sensation. I went deeper with his cock in my mouth so his whole cock fit in my mouth, slowly sucking, while my hands played with his balls, I could taste his cum just a little at the tip of his cock. The suddenly he cums in my mouth, I nearly choke because I was thrown by it wasn't expecting it. He said he was going to pull out before he came, he did but only for the last part his cum was all over my face and i had swallowed what I had in my my mouth. I was a sticky mess!

And with a quick motion he moved me on to the bed, doggie style; he came at me from behind, and thrust his hard cock into my pussy. He started his rocking movements slowly in and out, faster and harder. His strong hands pulling at the back of my hair and, Oh this felt so good, I still had his cum on my face from him cumming on me. I felt a liitle dirty but not in the real sense of the word. I felt a hard stinging slap on my ass that brought me back to my reality. I was being fucked extremely hard and fast and just then at the same moment, he thrust in me one last time hard and his orgasm was mind blowing so was mine. He pulled out just before he was complete and he smeared the last of his cum on my bottom and fingered my very sensitive dripping pussy…and whispered in my ear…now that is how your world is Rocked…

We entered the wooded park and the velvet darkness folded in around us. The complete absence of light was a shock at first and my eyes struggled to find context. Confidently placing one foot in front of the other I had to reassure both Mr. Secretive and myself, "The path is clear and even." Slowly the slightly paler shaded of the pathway began to distinguish itself from the forest that surrounded us.  Moving forward became easier.

I led the way, scouting the edge of the path for the tell tail signs of a side trail. There was a slight gap in the brush and I stepped off the path into the trees, carefully toeing the ground in front of me to avoid tripping over roots and other such forest debris. No more that ten feet in I came to a large tree trunk. I turned and leaned back against it as I watched Mr. Secretive tentatively following my tracks.

"Look," I gestured to where we had just come from. "We'll can see if anyone comes plain as day, and yet the view from the path - we're in total darkness." He didn't really care. We'd been apart for too long and he was ready to reconnect. He pulled me in for a long deep kiss.

I stepped back just far enough to lift the neckpiece from my halter dress over my head and then leaned back into the tree. The scant moonlight that did find it's way through the trees was reflected off my pale my flesh and my breasts stood out invitingly in this black on black setting.

With both hands he weighed my breasts for a moment then bent in to kiss them. While his lips, teeth and tongue played with the nerve bundles on my right, his strong right hand pinched, pulled and twisted my other nipple. He was not gentle and I liked it. I slipped a hand down between my legs, synched up my skirt and slid a finger against my clit. With all that heady stimulation, it was no time at all before I was enjoying the build and release of my first orgasm.

I raised my sweetened fingers to my lips before sharing a kiss with Mr. Secretive. He eagerly devoured the various subtle flavors of sex from my mouth.

Reaching for his waistband, I had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped in a jiffy. I tucked my hand inside in to find my reward. I chuckled when I discovered that he was going commando. In a text message earlier I had lured him with a description of what I wore: "Little green halter dress. Little red shoes. No panties." I appreciated that he had decided to return the favor.

I tipped him into an upward position stroked his cock with my fingertips. He did the same, reaching under my skirt to find my heated nether region. I stood with my legs spread for him, one arm wrapped around his shoulders for support and the other hand shoved down his pants with my fingers wrapped around his girth squeezing my approval. Mr. Secretive knows exactly when, where and how to touch me. Soon I was sighing, humming and gasping through yet another orgasm. It's such a treat to let go on him like that. I like hearing his breath become ragged and his soft moans when he knows that he's getting me off.

Carefully, I sank down into a squat so that my backside was against the tree trunk and my knees were splayed wide squat in front of him. Before he could wipe them off, I caught his wet fingers and gave them a quick lick before turning my attention to his member. Lavishing him with lots of playful, exploring, teasing oral, I was right into giving him head. Even when he grasped the back of my head and pulled me down hard against his pelvis, I didn't gag. I was inspired to treat him to a bit of rough mouth play. I tipped my head back just a bit so that when I came down on him hard the head of his cock collided with my soft pallet repeatedly.

"Ah, that feels so good," he gasped. His excitement fuels me too.

I wanted him. I rose and leaned seductively into the tree with my skirt hitch up around my waist. I was waiting for Mr. Secretive to finish his preparations when my phone ran. It was the husband. "Such a beautiful night, I just had to get out for a walk. I'm just around the block and will be back in a few minutes," I conversed casually. Dammit, we wouldn't have much time for antics.

I hung up the phone, giggled and said, "My bad."

"You are bad."

While I had been on the phone, Mr. Secretive had been preparing himself. I glanced over my shoulder and grinned. He'd flipped his t-shirt up over his head, across his shoulders and removed his jeans completely. "Mmmmm... you're naked!" I purred. It really does feel good to be so exposed to nature. Even though this park was small, the nearest home was within seventy yards of our spot.  It felt like we had all the privacy in the world.

He stepped up behind me, pushed my shoulders down and slid his hand down my ass and between my legs. He fingered my moist pussy a little more then used the head of his rubber wrapped cock to spread my juices further.

"Mmmmm... yes," I sighed and bent straight down form the waist. I braced for impact with my palms on one of the tree's roots. He wrapped his arms around my hips and with his hands on my thighs pulled me back onto him. We both gasped at the long over-due feeling of coming together.

Over and over again I'm surprised how much I enjoy this view, and on this occasion it was made even more spectacularly surreal through the film noir filter of night. I hung upside down looking back at my feet. On either side of my wide straight-legged stance, were his feet. I couldn't help but to reach back and touch. My legs were smooth as silk and cool to the touch. Mr. Secretive's were warm and fuzzy and going strong.

In a text message sent a few days earlier I had teased him with a line. "Absence makes the pounding harder!" It's true. At the time it had already been 10 days and it would be a few more days before we would meet again. Anytime we've been apart for longer periods of time we really tear into each other. This time was no exception. He gave me such a thorough rough ride.

The first time I came I nearly fell over. My knees buckled and I laughed as we came apart.
On the way back down, after regaining my balance, Mr. Secretive took one of my hands and held it tight to the small of my back. Smack, smack! He treated me to several loud bottom slaps. I flinched and grinned. We were being louder than usual, feeling free here in the wood lot, confident that we were quite alone.

He slid his cock back into my sensitive pussy, pressed deep and held still. I started to move slowly, the tiniest frictions were amplified by my sensitivity.

Ready to go hard again, Mr. Secretive set the pace, taking me firmly by the hips and thrusting hard. I let my spine relax and just enjoyed the ride. I was impressed. This position usually pushes him to the edge quickly, but this time his focus was on me. I admire his control.  It's something that really makes him stand out as a lover. I was fucked soundly until overwhelmed by another leg-buckling orgasm that left me gasping against the tree.

I stood straight and turned to face him, letting Mr. Secretive know I'd had enough, and grinned as I caught my breath.

It was his turn. I squatted down and watched as he tugged off the condom. Eagerly I started to devour him, the flavors of my sweet sex and his saltiness mingling decadently.

"Uh, that feels good. I want to cum down your throat!" he gasped.

I ramped up my efforts, alternating between mouth and hand massage, deliberately slowing my movements and making sure the friction was firm and consistent. I leaned back, tilted my chest up and squeeze my breasts together as I stroked his length with my hands. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. I like watching my hands gliding over and around him as much as he does. With my mouth full, I sucked and I turned my eyes up to meet his gaze.

"Now. Now. I'm cuming now," he warned in a whisper. I opened my mouth wider so he could see the first gush of semen coat my tongue. I purposefully tipped my head back so that the next jet hit just my lips and trickled down my chin. The last of his cum I stroked over my chest. That was for me. "Mmmmm," I hummed while spreading his cum all over my chest and kissing the tip of his cock.

As we righting our clothes I joked, "How long do you suppose it takes cum to dry in one hundred percent humidity?"

 

Mr. Firefighter’s profile pick was just a section of his face: a smoldering eye and the corner of a sexy masculine mouth. His tagline read ‘Get in line’ – Wow, so full of himself! In the description it stated, “Does not meet. Online play only.”

I was intrigued so I messaged him. “Howdy. Just curious about your line: “get to know you online”. How’re things? What do you do?”

“Things are great!” he replied a few minutes later. “Just hanging out tonight… a bit bored and horny. lol and I’m a firefighter.”

I took a gamble and initiated the site’s live chat. “I sure do like firemen. But then, who doesn’t? I’m a graphic artist. Soooo… horny, huh? Me too. And my husband is so neglectful.”

“Hold that thought for a moment, tell me more about being an artist. I’ve always admired talent… and neglected housewives.”

Nice. He wants to play and has genuine interest in meeting people online. “You’re in luck – I happen to be both!” He laughed and I told him a little more about what I do.
We flirted briefly before he asked to see more of me.

“I have something, it’s naughty. Is that ok?”

“Naughty is good.”

I shared one of my animated gifs with him. It’s a very powerful piece. Guys always see something a little different in it, whether it’s my suggestive bum in the air or my breasts hanging down or my flirty expressions… Mr. Firefighter noticed it all!

“OMG! I love breasts that hang like that! I have such a thing for hanging breasts! You’ve got me so hard. And I love the curve of your ass. You’re beautiful. So sexy!”
“Where are you in your home? Are you alone?”

“In the spare room / office. Naked in front of the computer. Yes, alone.” – Oh nice, I thought.

We exchanged emails and traded photos. I sent T and A… He sent me a junk shot.

“Holy Crap! That’s a big one!” On top of that he was gorgeous! Such a hard, fit body, shaven but not too recently.

I started to describe in great detail how I would enjoy crawling up between his knees, my ass wagging with enthusiasm and how I would go down on him with lots of spit and make his over-sized cock slick. How with each pass I would take more and more of him into my mouth. Then I would sit up a little taller while stroking his gorgeous cock so that my breast rubbed against his thighs.

“I’d pinch and suck your nipples so hard.”

“Oh yes, the harder the better!”

While I had been describing oral pleasures, he had been busy too. He had made me a quick video of himself stroking his cock and moaning about how good it feels. “It’s only fair since I saw you moving. Do you cam?”

“Not often. I tend to have stage fright. I’m a fan of the written word.” I began to describe sinking on to his cock, how it would stretch and fill me.

“You’re driving me nuts, babe. Do you get really wet?”

“I do… and I am. On top of that, I’m sweet, like tangy honey.”

“OMG. I’d love to have you sit on my face and fuck my tongue.” Oh! That’s so hot. I haven’t had the chance to sit on many faces. His would be a real treat.

I was feeling a little brazen. I wanted to share my kinks. “Do you enjoy ass play?”

“Mmmm… a little teasing, but nothing deep.”

“Oh… I’ve teased a couple of men’s bottoms, but nothing too aggressively. Me on the other hand, I thoroughly enjoy anal – every aspect of it. From the teasing at my back door, to the pressure as you push into me, to the initial penetration – I even like the pain and how it fades as I relax.”

“I love that feeling of entry, watching my head moving in and out.”

“I love the feeling of being stretched and filled. And once I’m thoroughly relaxed, I really like it rough, hard and fast! I’d like to be on my knees on the edge of the couch with you behind me. I’d meet you thrust for thrust.”

“FUCK! I’m rethinking my ‘no meeting’ policy. I’m so close to cumming.” It amused me how quickly he switched from ‘it’s ok’ to ‘that’s so hot’.

“I’d like to see that, you stroking that gorgeous cock and cumming all over yourself. That would be hot.”

“I can show you.”

“Yes.”

“Only if you’re comfortable…”

“You’ve got me all worked up. Yes – video chat!”

“Awe… you’re not naked.”

” I can be.” I had positioned the laptop on the floor. The room was dark except for the light from the screen. I removed my tank top for him and got down low so he could see my hanging breasts. I turned three-quarters so that he could see the swell of my ass behind me. He was stroking his cock faster.

“Can I see your ass?”

I rose up on my knees to pull down my panties. Slid a couple fingers between my legs. They came away very wet. I licked them clean. I turned on my knees and put my shoulder to the ground so that I could reach over my rump and run my fingers over my slit and tease my ass. I briefly pushed a finger into my bottom for him, showing him that I meant every word.

But I wanted to watch him. I turned around again and positioned myself so that he could still see my ass as I rocked on my hands and knees. “Cum for me, please,” I begged. He started jerking it hard and fast while he squeezed his nuts with his free hand. It only took a minute. His hips were bucking in his office chair, and then suddenly ejaculate shot across his stomach and chest in three thick gusts. He continued to stroke more slowly until he was completely drained.

“Mmmmm… That was great,” I praised. “I wish I could be there to lick you clean.” He excused himself to go clean up.

“WOW…I was covered… all drippy!”

“Yes you were. ; ) Speaking of drippy… Thank you, that was fun.”

“I’m out of time, have to go but hope we can talk again soon… you are fun and sexy!”

“Certainly – have a great night, Mr. Firefighter.”

  Last summer, the company I work for hosted a conference in New York City.  I’m based in their west coast office, and though I think I live in the greatest city in the world, I was excited to spend a few days in New York.  I looked forward to taking advantage of some cultural experiences not readily available in San Francisco.  Broadway shows, the best jazz clubs in the universe, and oh yeah…Yankee Stadium.

 

   The conference itself was predictably boring.  Sales and marketing strategy meetings, corporate pep talks, etc.  On the next to last day, I attended a marketing break out meeting with about 20 other reps from offices across the country.  In an effort to stay awake that afternoon, I found myself fantasizing about a woman from the Boston office who was seated across the large table from me.

 

   Her name was Shay.  She was thirty-something, stunning, and very tastefully dressed.  While I sat and listened to a marketing VP drone on about whatever he was droning on about, I thought about Shay’s fingers wrapped around her pen, and what they would feel like wrapped around my cock.

 

   I am as subtle and discreet as the next guy, so of course Shay busted me at least twice while I was checking her out.  She gave no reaction whatsoever.  I assumed that she was fairly used to guys checking her out.  Anyway, no harm, no foul.

 

  When the meeting ended for the day I remained in my seat momentarily, as the Shay-induced boner in my pants prevented me from jumping straight up.  She collected her things and gave me a quick glance before she turned and walked from the room.  I watched her ass all the way out the door, which only made my boner situation worse.  I pretended to look over my notes until I could stand up without drawing attention to myself.

 

   Much later, I returned to our very nice Times Square hotel from my solo evening out.  I took the elevator to the 21^st floor where the hotel bar was located.  One nightcap to top things off, I thought.  As I walked through the bar, I saw Shay and two other women whom I recognized from the conference seated at a table.  I waved, and was somewhat surprised when they waved back.  They looked happy and a little buzzed.

 

   I went to the bar and ordered a wee dram of single malt, and told the barman that I’d like to buy a round for Shay and her friends.  He told me that he’d bring the drinks over.

 

   “Hi, you guys.”  I said as I approached their table.  “Mind if I join you?”

 

   “Please do.” answered one of Shay’s companions, an older woman whom I recognized as being from the Boston office as well.

 

   “My name is Ben and I’m from San Francisco.” I said as I sat down.

 

   “We know!” blurted Shay’s companions in unison, breaking into laughter.  Yep, they were buzzed.

 

   We covered the rest of the introductions.  For her part, Shay was a bit more reserved.  The drinks arrived and the women told me about the Broadway play they had seen that evening.  Shay added her comments in a quiet manner.  I had to lean forward to hear her.

 

   “And you?  What have you been up to tonight?” asked Tina, the older woman who had taken on the role of conversation ringleader.

 

  “I took the train down to the Village.  Saw Tom Harrell at the Vanguard.”  Blank stares from Shay’s friends.

 

   Shay looked right at me and said, “He’s one of my favorite trumpet players.  I didn’t know that he was in town.  I’m sorry I missed him. “

 

   “He’s playing there for the next three nights.” I said.

 

   “I’m flying home tomorrow.” answered Shay.

 

   We continued the fairly pleasant banter until the other two women finished their drinks and got ready to leave.

 

   “We’re heading up.  Are you coming, Shay?”

 

   “Not yet.  Just going to finish my drink.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

   “Okiedokie.” said Tina the Ringleader.  She gave me a quick but very obvious raised eyebrow, as if to say, “Lucky boy.”

 

   Shay and I talked about music for a bit, and then I asked her what she thought of that afternoon’s meeting.

 

  “I found it every bit as boring as you did.”

 

   I looked at her and asked, “You caught me checking you out, didn’t you?”

 

  “Yeah, you and about seven of the other guys.  At least you weren’t making googoo eyes at me like Chad, that annoying fuck from Chicago.”

 

   “Mr. Smooth.”

 

  Shay chuckled, “Whatever.  None of you guys were exactly discreet about it.  I noticed that you didn’t leave with everyone else.  Feeling a little stiff were you?”  Shay laughed again.

 

  She lifted her glass to her lips and continued, “Actually, I was checking you out, too.”  She took a sip and paused for a moment.  I let her go on.

 

   “I was thinking that I wanted to stand up and walk around to where you were sitting.  I wanted you to take my clothes off and fuck me right there on the conference table.  In front of everybody.”

 

   “Probably not a great career move.” I commented.  “For either of us.”

 

   Shay laughed softly.  “No, but at least it would have livened up the meeting.”

 

   I laughed, too.  “Yeah, but just think about Chad making his googoo eyes at you while we were fucking.”

 

   “Yuuuuck!” squealed Shay.

 

   After we quit laughing, we were quiet for a bit.  Shay broke the silence.

 

  “I still want to do It.” she said softly.

 

   “Well, there’s only the closeout meeting tomorrow.  We’d have to do it at the podium in front of the entire conference.”

 

   “Very funny.” she said, not meaning it at all.

 

   I quit joking around.  “Do you want to get another drink and go up to my room?”

 

  Shay sipped the last of her cocktail and looked right at me again.  “Drink, no.  Room, yes.”

 

  She grabbed her purse and stood, and I pushed my chair back from the table.  “I’m feeling a little stiff again.” I said.

 

   She smiled.  “Good.”

 

   In the elevator up to the 35^th floor, Shay turned to me.

 

   “We’re only gonna do this once, alright?  So let’s not waste a lot of time guessing about what we want.  I’m not going to your room to make love, or have sex.  I’m going because I want you to fuck me.  I want you to grab me, hold me down, and fuck me.  Hard.  If you can do that, then you can have me anyway you want.”  She stared at me as the elevator slowed.  “Does that work for you?”

 

   I stared back at her as the doors opened.  “It works perfectly.”

 

   As we walked down the hall to my room, my cock was threatening to burst out of its skin, and I thought about what I had just promised.  I’m not normally a real aggressive guy, and I tried to get into that mindset.  Blue steel, I thought.  She wants the hard guy.  Not the mean guy…the hard guy.  I opened the door to my suite and gave Shay my best ‘hard guy’ look.

 

   We walked into the room and I took Shay by the shoulders and turned her toward me.  I pulled her close and kissed her.  She sucked my tongue into her mouth as if she were trying to swallow it.  Our hands were everywhere, clutching at every available body part.  Finally, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.  The hard guy then pulled Shay down by her hair, slowly but firmly, until she dropped to her knees.

 

   She was trying to catch her breath as she scrambled at my belt and zipper.  When my cock flopped out, Shay took it right into her mouth.  No licking, no stroking, just a deep, wet, sucking blowjob.  I kept a firm grip on her hair, not forcing her head on my cock, but definitely letting her know that I had her.  She looked up at me once, and I twisted my fist in her hair.  Shay closed her eyes and moaned on my cock.  I shed my clothes while she sucked.

 

   She was drooling all over my dick when I pulled Shay’s head back and got her to her feet.  I led her to the bed.  She kept her hand wrapped around my hard, wet dick until I put my hand on her chest and pushed her onto her back.

 

  “Don’t you want me to take my clothes off?” she breathed.

 

   “You can get naked while I’m fucking you.” I deadpanned.  Blue steel.

 

   I pulled her legs apart and moved her ass to the edge of the bed.  Her skirt was up around her hips and I took her little sheer black thong and moved it aside.

   I had been thinking that maybe I was overdoing the ‘hard guy’ routine.  Until I saw her pussy, that is.  Her thong was sopping wet and her juices were flowing down to her asshole.  I grabbed the side of her thong with both hands and tore it, leaving the remnants hanging on her left leg.  I leaned forward and bullseyed my cock into her.

 

   “Okay, you can take your clothes off now.”

 

   Shay squirmed out of her jacket and top while I pounded my cock into her pussy.  I yanked her bra over her head and saw that her nipples were like pink diamonds.  I lifted Shay’s legs up, unzipped her boots and tossed them in the corner.  She maneuvered her hands under her lower back and unfastened her skirt while I continued to hammer her relentlessly.

 

  I pulled my cock out of her suddenly with a wet ‘pop’.  Shay’s eyes went wide and she lifted her butt so I could slide her skirt off.  She was naked now, except for the torn black thong around her left thigh.  I took my cock and whapped the head on her big clit twice before plunging back into her.

 

  Shay arched herself and tossed her head back, forcing her hips up at me.  I took her tits in my hands and roughly held her down while she wriggled her ass on the bed.  She was moaning loudly, and I thought that she might be ready to come when she slammed her heels on my ass and her whole body shook.  I grabbed her throat with one hand and fucked her with every ounce of strength I had.  Her eyes were bulging as I stared down at her.  Blue steel.

 

 “Hunh…hunh…hunh…hunh…hunh…hunh…hooh…hooooh…hooooooooooohfuckfuckfuckFUUUUUUCK”!

 

   It took a couple of minutes after her orgasm for Shay to stop gasping.  “That was fucking goo…”  She stopped mid-sentence when I pulled out again and threw her legs up on the bed.  I took her arms and spun her body around until her head was hanging off the edge of the bed where her ass had been.  Shay knew exactly what was coming next and opened her mouth.  I pushed my cock down her throat.

 

   My balls were bouncing on the bridge of her nose as I fucked her face.  I was hoping that they wouldn’t give her a black eye.  I didn’t want to make her sick, but I kept her right on the edge of gagging.  Shay was a trooper and though I couldn’t see her eyes, whenever I thought it was too much, I pulled back to let her get her breath.  Then right back in again.  Her left hand was curled into her pussy, working furiously, so I figured that she was digging it.

 

   I leaned forward and grabbed her tits again.  Shay said something like “Muhhphuumuhhmoouuufff.”  Her hand was a blur as she fucked her pussy with it.  Her body tensed and her legs started shaking again.  She was moaning on my dick and when she came, I pushed as far as I could into her throat.  Shay looked awesome thrashing on the bed.  Gagging.  Moaning.  Coming.

 

   After her orgasm, I slipped my cock out of her mouth and resisted the urge to ask her if she was okay.  Blue steel.  She was breathing and not threatening to call 911, so I assumed that things were good.

 

   Shay finally looked up at me and laughed.  I was right, things were good.

 

   “What are you laughing at?”

 

   “Your dick.”  She laughed some more.  “No Ben, I didn’t mean it like that.  I mean your dick is twitching!”

 

   “I need to come.”

 

   “Yeah?”  Shay slowly pulled herself up and sat in the middle of the bed.  “Well, you passed the test.  So like I told you in the elevator…you can come anywhere you want.”

 

  I took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.  I stood behind her facing the large mirror.  I opened a small bottle of lotion and poured out a handful.  Again, Shay knew what was coming.  She leaned forward, her face close to the mirror.

 

   “You’re gonna have the softest, sweetest smelling butthole on the plane tomorrow.” I said, as I smeared lotion into her ass.

 

   “Ohhhh, fuck yes.” Shay murmured as I fingered her.  She was staring at me in the mirror.

 

   I poured more lotion on my cock and put it against her creamy, puckered asshole.  As I slowly started to enter her, Shay turned her head and said, “Hey, you’re not getting all gentle, are you?”

 

   She was right; I had strayed from my mission.  Blue steel.  I grabbed a handful of Shay’s hair and pushed all the way into her.

 

  She exhaled hard.  “Whoooh!”

 

   I held her perfect ass against my hips for a moment, loving the way it felt to be balls deep in her.  When I started fucking her, she looked at me in the mirror again.

 

   “You’re forgetting something, Ben.  I hope I don’t have to spell it out for you.”

 

   I took a wild guess and raised my hand.  She nodded slowly, smiled and closed her eyes.  The first slap on her butt sounded like a gunshot in the tiled bathroom.  Shay tried to stifle her cry but she was pretty loud.  She took a bath towel from the rack and bit into it.

 

   Her asshole was foaming from the lotion as I kept up the fucking, and her butt cheeks were getting red as I kept up the spanking.  She put her hands on the glass and braced herself against me.  I looked at her in the mirror, her eyes glazed, towel hanging from her mouth, her boobs bouncing with my thrusts.  She reached down with one hand and massaged her clit.

 

   “nnt tpp.” She said in a muffled growl.  Shay took the towel out of her mouth for a moment, in case I hadn’t understood.  “Don’t you fucking stop.”

 

   I didn’t stop.  When she put the towel back in her mouth, I grabbed the ends like the reins of a racehorse and rode her.  Our eyes were locked in the mirror, and Shay’s ass was bucking against my hips.  Orgasm number three was on the way, and I was right there with her.

 

  Shay clawed at the towel in her mouth and I let it go.  “Coming…ohfuck…coming!”  I felt her asshole clench my cock.  I kept right on fucking Shay’s ass, but I had to bite my lip until she finished getting off.

 

   I pulled my cock out of her and turned her around.  I wiped my dick off with the towel and led her out of the bathroom.  As soon as our bare feet hit the soft, warm carpet, I grabbed her hair and once again pulled her slowly but firmly to her knees.

 

  “You ready?”

 

   “I am soooo fucking ready.” She replied, and took me in her mouth.

 

   Shay’s eyes never left mine as she sucked me.  The only blue steel now was in my cock, and when she gently squeezed my balls, that did it.  The first hot spurt in her throat surprised her.  Shay tried to recover and gulp it all down, but before I was halfway done, the come was pouring down her chin.

 

   Later, we lay together in my bed.  I told her, “I’m not really like that, you know.  The hard guy, I mean.”

 

   Shay whispered, “Aww, that’s too bad, Ben.  I was starting to like you.” as we drifted off to sleep.

 

   When the alarm woke me, I rolled over and reached for Shay.  Nothing.  I clicked the light on.  Shay’s torn black thong sat on her pillow.  I looked in the bathroom.  Nope, gone.  I shaved and showered, and went down to the conference center.  I didn’t see Shay as the final meeting began.  At the first break, I walked to the reception desk and asked to be put through to her room.

 

   “Sir, Ms. Striffler checked out this morning at 6:45.”

 

   Meanwhile, at 27,000 feet over Connecticut, the woman in seat 3B turned to Shay and said, “Excuse me, could I borrow some of your lotion?  It smells really great, by the way.”

 

   Shay smiled, settled back into her seat, and told the woman, “Sorry, I used every drop this morning.”

I've just discovered this story. It is very good. In fact I am grateful that you have accepted to hang out here and share your stories.
You are a delight to read and enjoy.

amazing story!  almost like I was there.  Any man reading this will gladly take a hand job from you.

Awesome! Great writing!

I kept checking my phone all day hoping to see a message from Mr. Secretive, but none came. I finally broke down and sent him one of my own.

"Hey sexy ;-)" An identical message came back about 10 minutes later.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Just stroking."
"That's funny. So am I."
"Really?"
"Yes. I've been thinking about going down."
"Down where?"
"On you."
"Mmmm"
"Mmmm indeed. I've been thinking about slow hand jobs too."
"So hard now ;-)"
"Would you like a hand job?"
"I would. Love them. But I thought you were on your period."
"I am. Doesn't change my state of mind. When and where?"
"Now. Anywhere."
"My backyard! See you soon."
";-)"

I ran up stairs to freshen up and put on something sexy. I opted for a leopard print lace negligee over similarly patterned panties and bra. I grabbed my bottle of lube and headed back downstairs.

In the backyard I moved a resin patio chair into the shadows close to the house and tossed a throw over the chair to make it more comfortable for his bare skin. I laid another thicker blanket at the foot of it to protect my knees from the harsh patio stones. Back in the house the only light that I chose to leave on was the one by the front door. There was enough illumination to navigate the main floor easily enough but it still left the backyard in total darkness.

It wasn't long before I heard the front door creak open.

I met Mr. Secretive in the living room and he held me tight to his body as we kissed our hello. He pulled me close by the hips so that his pelvis was pressed against my stomach. I wince a little at the sharp sensation that came from the sudden pressure on my swollen uterus but soon enough that pain began to spread into a feeling of warmth and odd tingling sensations.

I led him to the patio doors and out into the warm night air. Kneeling on the ground, I gestured for him to take a seat in the throne I had provided.

At first he was fully clothed as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he tried to take in where the neighbours might be able to see. From the upper windows of these town houses you can't see the ground within the first six feet of the house, and with privacy fences all the way around you can only see a few feet of the farthest corner of the adjacent neighbours' yards. Unless someone was out and about there was no chance that anyone would see us.

I rose up on my knees and leaned in to kiss his mouth. As I did he pinched my nipples through my bra. I sighed.

I pulled away form him and turned my attention to his clothing, running my hands over his thighs and his loose fitting jeans. I took a hold of his belt and started to calmly unfasten it. I was enjoying the idea of simply pleasing Mr. Secretive for a change and wanted to savour every detail. I unzipped his jeans and reached inside to feel his erection through his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around it through the fabric and lean in for another quick kiss. I like how his tongue just darts over my lips and tongue. Our kisses are always soft and clean. I tuned my attention back to his crotch. Reaching through the opening of his boxers I pulled the first few inches of his cock free and went down to taste him. I felt silly and grinned while sitting back to watch him undress properly. He opted to get completely naked. I joined him by pulling my negligee up over my head. It was liberating to be so exposed outside in the fresh night air.

Rising up on my knees again, we started to kiss again. I ran my fingertips over his cock while he slid his hands down over my breasts. He gave them both a squeeze and then tucked his fingers inside my bra, working them around my breasts and prying them out. They stood out higher and closer together with the bra still securely below them. He held them firmly, gently sliding his thumbs back and forth over my nipples for a moment before pinching them. I gasped. I had a grip on his shaft but I wasn't moving my hand, just squeezing occasionally to show my approval of his attention. I lifted my chest as he leaned forward to suck my right nipple, nipping it and teasing it with his tongue. The pressure between his thumb and fingers on my left nipple increased and the contrast between pleasure and pain made me moan. He sat back and firmly clamped his thumbs over both nipples, rolling them slightly and pulling them up. My groin was a flush with tingling, pulsating sensations and my hips rolled in response. He pinched me harder and I let go of his cock. With my hands just resting on his thighs, I knelt before him just savouring the sensations. It had been along time since my breasts enjoyed so much direct attention. I swear I could have orgasmed from the flow of energy that raced back and forth between my responsive vagina and sensitive breasts. But then, with a kiss, he just stopped and sat back. The abrupt departure of his touch was almost as cruel as the molestation my chest had just endured.

It was time for the main feature.

I reached for the lubricant and took a good handful, warming it before running my hands all over his cock. I slid one hand and then the other repeatedly up his shaft, giving the head of his cock a little squeeze and twist every time my hand reached the top. Sometimes I would use my whole hand, caressing his shaft with my palm. Sometimes I would just use my fingertips and lightly run them over his flesh. I would alternate between using both hands at the same time or slide them over him one at a time. I don't have a lot of experience with hand jobs. Most often it's just a little bit of feeling up a partner. But I've been watching a few "how to" videos lately and wanted to get it right.

I took both of his balls in my left hand and pulled them away from the base of his cock so that I could wrap my fingers around the loose skin there. I squeezed and rolled them a bit - gently. I don't know how tender they can be and I didn't want to cause him any pain. I don't think he would enjoy ouch the same way that I do. He didn't complain but neither did he voice his approval. I found myself just cradling his balls while I stroked his cock with my right hand.

I find the commercial lubricants are not all that impressive for longevity. They quickly become tacky unless you keep rewetting them. Kind of defeats the purpose of a personal lubricant, doesn't it? I mean, if you have the wetness to begin with, what do you need the personal lubricant for? Note to self: The next time I offer personal massage… olive oil.

"That feels so good," he whispered. "I like this," he said referring to our setting. I glanced up to see a canopy of stars and I had to agree. There's just something raw and sexy about being outside.

I was right into massaging his manhood, rarely taking my eyes off it to glance up at him. Every now and then I would dip down to taste his cock and the sweet lubricant that coated it before intentionally leaving lots of spit on him. When I wasn't down in front of him with my face in his lap, my back arched and my ass pushed out to show off my pretty lace panties, I was up on my knees with my breasts brushing his inner thighs, creating a plush backdrop for the hand job I was giving him. My knees were spread and I could feel my wetness growing to the point of dripping.

He leaned forward and whispered, "Do you think… maybe we could try anal?"

I was so aroused I almost said yes. Both of us were absolutely twisting with our mutual need to fuck. "I don't think that would be a good idea today," I said. As much as I love having my ass pounded, I've been eating a lot of vegetables lately and just don't trust my digestive system. "Perhaps we can work around my period anyway."

"How is that?" he asked.

"I have been playing with myself. A tampon plus my own lubrication… I don't think it will be too messy."

Mr. Secretive fetched a condom from his jeans while I wiggled out of my under garments. I was so wet that when I reached between my legs to find the string I could hardly keep a grip on it. The tampon came way clean, scarcely used at all. I tucked it behind the patio step to be cleaned up later. While Mr. Secretive was rolling on the condom I took the throw from the chair and spread it over the grassy area that was closest to the house, between the patio stones and the privacy fence to the right.

We started off standing. I turned my back to him and assumed my favourite downward dog position. I can either hang straight down and hold my ankles or stretch forward, straightening my spine with my palms to the ground. The smallest shifts in position cause him to land differently inside of me. The sensation is delicious, but this time it was different. Because my insides were so swollen and sensitive, his blows landed especially hard, bordering on mild pain, not unlike pressing on pre-existing bruise. I almost yelped when he first entered me but I soon embraced the feeling.

I pulled myself up to ninety degrees and reached back to offer him my hands. The angle felt better in my tummy and the position excites me. I have to put all my trust in his strength when he pounds me like that. If he were too let go of my wrists I'd tumble forward face first. It's scary but the heightened awareness makes it worth it.

Perpetually falling forward is really hard on the toes so when they couldn't support me like that any longer I pulled my hands free and braced them against my knees so that I was still bent from the waist. Mr. Secretive hooked his fingers over my shoulders and drilled me even harder until I couldn't stand any more. Standing up straight and leaning into him, I shook with orgasm.

Giddily, I lowered myself to the ground, making myself comfortable on my back and inviting him between my legs. Mr. Secretive was wary about the hardness of the ground too and was ginger about getting on his knees. We're usually on the bed when we try missionary. The bed is a lot more flexible then the hard ground so when he folded me in half with my legs over his shoulders like he normally would, there was literally no room for me to take a breath. I gasped through a minute of his weight on me but I had to ask him to release my legs.

It was really nice like that, laying under a blanket of stars with him over me. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist but he's such a large man all I could do was squeeze his hips with my knees. I clung to his shoulders and curled my face into the crook of his neck. He cradled my head as he moved in me. It used to frighten me to engage in any tender activities like this. Tender leads to affection and that's not what we're about. Lately though we've been giving ourselves permission to indulge in nice touches: more kissing, petting, hand-holding… we're both secure in the knowledge that the other isn't going to get all twitchy about taking it to the next level. Neither of us wants to change our circumstances or start up a "relationship". So when I say that we made love under the stars that's all it was. In that precise moment it felt fabulous to be wrapped up in his big strong arms with his weight on me, breathing in his smell and moving slow together.

Mr. Secretive was tired from a prolonged push up. When he paused and rose up on his knees I took this opportunity to roll over onto my hands and knees and shuffled back so that my calves were between his knees. I lowered my shoulders to the ground and let him enter me doggie style. I was tight with my legs pressed together, making penetration more challenging. But it was worth it. That moment when he broke through and filled me up was amazing. He thought so to because he froze. I waited a moment before I started to move. He let me take over, pushing back into him hard and then slowly pulling forward so that I could feel his length moving through my passage. I quickened the pace. The sound of my backside slapping against him was unnerving at first but I was confident that all the neighbours were tucked well away inside their homes. He felt so good inside of me, I soon forgot about the noise.

On bended knee was not easy for Mr. Secretive. The ground was hard and even with the grass it was unforgiving. With both hands on my hips to keep me in still and in position, he pulled away and got up on his feet. With his feet wide and his knees bent he lined up to enter me again. I dropped my shoulders and pushed my ass up as high as I could to accommodate him, ready for some doggie-drilling. He pounded into me and it was everything I could do not to squeal. His cock hit me in places I'd never felt before and the drag against the posterior part of my opening thew me over the top. He only treated me to a few seconds of this intense action before he had to jump away, grasping his cock and leaving me undulating on the ground.

"Oh my gawd, that was amazing!” I gasped. “That felt so good!"

"I agree - too good!" he chuckled. "I'm ready to cum."

Having caught my breath, I started to lead him back to the chair so I could finish that sensual massage I had started with but he said, "Perhaps I should wash up a bit first." He's such a gentleman and I had to chuckle. I knew there wouldn't be a lot of mess from my cycle, maybe a little bit of pink. I had freshened up before he had arrived and with all my orgasmic juices flowing my natural lubrication kind of trumps blood. I wouldn't have even minded if there was a tinge of metallic mingled in with my normally sweet flavours. When he came back he smelt fresh with a light cocoanut scent from my hand soap - still yummy.

I loaded my hands with lots of lubricant and warmed it before running both hands all over his shaft. I start off slow and sensual but soon found a quicker, lighter touch that was more effective for making him gasp. As I stroked his cock I enjoyed the feeling of him hardening and twitching under my fingers. I alternated between playing him with my hands and dipping down to engulf him in my mouth, making sure to leave lots of slippery spit behind when I came up. With a light touch I started to jerk him of fast and purposefully.

"Ouhh, that feels so good. Stroke it," he ordered.

"Mmmmm… I want you to cum in my mouth," I requested as I continued with my hands.

"Yes," he moaned and it wasn't long before he announced, "I'm cumming now." Without missing a beat I switched from hand to mouth, taking him in deep and then backing off to swirl my tongue over his glans. He was only half in my mouth when he came, erupting all over my tongue. He had a nice neutral saltiness about him and I savoured every last drop as I contented to suck him. His hips had come forward right to the edge of the seat and he gripped the armrests with white knuckles. I looked up, my mouth still full of him. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes were either closed or blinking away stars. Slowly I pulled my lips up his length, maintaining a suction, until he popped from my mouth.

"A little sensitive?" I teased.

"… yeah." He chuckled. "Just a bit." We dressed and while he was washing up one last time I did a quick tidy, making sure all of our evidence was cleared away.

I saw him to the door for one last kiss before he had to go. "Thank you," I said. "That was fun."

"Thank you," he said, and with that he left.

I started to bring up the topic in a chatroom the next day but one of the long time club participants and (generous hostess) said, "there should be a curtain over the entrance to that room.  Not everyone who attends the club is into S&M."  I didn't push the topic any farther.

The way the floor plan is layed out, one actually has to go out of their way to enter that room.  And it was standing room only which tells me the majority of the people at the club are into it, at least as voyeurs.  Anyone put off by the theme couldn't have "accidentally" found themselves exposed.

I've had a few chats with women who are into the escalated sport.  The general consensus is that they prefer to keep the real thing private.  Club activities are all just fun and games.  No one get's hurt, there's no bodily fluids or screaming.  Actually, there is screaming but that usually comes from the straight couples play area... Now THAT's disturbing! - geesh.

I've seen a lot of "regular" sexual activity that I find far more distasteful than volunteering for a blushing bottom.

WoW, wow, wow. Lady, you are one hell of a story teller. This had everything, but mostly the sexual tension was so elegantly in your face. Really experienced, casually observed or a fantasy long envisioned and put out as a story. . . Whatever the truth, I'd like to read more of your writing and I must confess I came to this story with a great deal of hesitation as I am very afraid of how s/m play can escalate. Thank you.

Two words: flogging, giggity.

I've been mildly curious about the activity for some time. I've seen it in film and read it in books with varying degrees of either violence or seduction. My only personal experience with the theme would be bottom slaps, and to my chagrin most of my partners tend to hold back. That, and once when I was a young woman of 22.

I had attended this after-hours party in a mansion with a turret. At the top of a long spiral staircase there was this circular room with a panoramic view of the city. it was lined with cushions and draped fabrics... a bit of a Moroccan theme. The older gentleman (going to guess he was late 30s / mid 40s) who had offered to give me a tour started to turn his attention towards me... he was handsome enough for an "old guy" so I acquiesced. I found myself on all fours, my ass bare and him petting and praising me, then all of a sudden - WHACK! Out of nowhere he had pulled this black leather flogger. I had no warning and he was not gentle.

Huh. Even as a young woman I was strong enough to be un-phased by bad situations like that. I always knew that I was the one in control. I give enough of myself, I don't let men take from me. He should have asked first. I got up, tugged down my skirt and walked out.

Early April was the first time I had seen Mr. Prince perform. It was the same night that I had painted Ms. PartnerInCrime so there was definitely more of a kink-playfulness in the air that night. I remember sitting back on one of the couches while my friends made out next to me. As I watched one after another, after another - women getting up and spreading themselves on the big wooden cross. Each woman was treated to a slightly different approach: Some women were spanked or paddled or caned... whatever her pleasure. Some were gently stroked while others got a solid CRACK of the whip, the sound resonating through the crowd with a chorus of oos and ahs.

"You should have a go," Ms. PartnerInCrime suggested because I was obviously interested.
"No marks," I excused, not ready to put myself into that position just yet.
Mr. Prince over heard me. "I can go light and leave no marks," he assured me.
And I was tempted - ever so tempted.

Over the next few weeks we said "Hi" in passing a couple times at the club, always just missing each other or finding ourselves otherwise engaged.

A Friday night at the club... It was just turning midnight when a young man tried to engage me. I was making politely disinterested conversation when Mr. Prince walked by. To get his attention I reached out and stroked his arm from shoulder to elbow, not an overly personal caress but obvious enough that It could not be mistaken for a casual bump in the crowd. He turned and when he recognized me, flashed a big grin. "Hey. Hopefully I'll see you in the back… tonight."

I do so love the nuances of communication. That almost imperceivable pause said so much. It wasn't just a "maybe we'll run into each other" statement. In that one nanosecond he told me so much:

1.) he would be performing tonight - yay!
2.) he'd been anticipating having a go at me too
3.) it wasn't a simple invite... it was a direction. I should get my ass back there and get ready

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I opted to wear a pair of knee high sporty socks, black bra and thong. I kept my towel tucked around my waist as I sat and chatted with the other spectators that were there to watch Mr. Prince in action.

I was not the first woman up. A very tall, very thin but still very sexy woman stepped up first. She was treated to some light flogging and a couple surprise bottom slaps. It was obvious that they were friends and that there was some clowning around. It really helped to set the mood - this was playtime, nothing scary or sinister.

The room began to fill quickly as news of the show began to spread. I don't know why but I liked that. Lots of people would be present for my first flogging. I was up next.

Leaving the security of my towel behind, I stepped up onto the base of the cross, shuffled my feet apart (but not too wide) and leaned into the wood. Rather than reach up the length of the wooden beams like I've seen other women do, I laced my fingers in front of my face and braced my elbows on either side just above my shoulders.

Mr. Prince came around in front of me and spoke softly. "I'm going to start easy and gradually build. I'll stop occasionally and ask what level you are at, 1 through 10." "Ok," I nodded.

I kind of remember some one saying something silly in an over the top showman's voice, " And now, for your viewing pleasure, please welcome to the stage for the first time… " the crowd chuckled.

Mr. Prince started soft. Left, right, left, right... I was just being caressed by the leather tassels. It was nice. I relaxed. Rhythmic strokes landed on my upper rump. He paused to stroke my skin. Round 2 was slightly stronger but not by much. One woman called out, "common! You're being too gentle. That's not like you!"

"Well, it is her first time so we'll get there eventually."

Round 3 was definitely firmer but not hard. However, my skin was warming up from the repeated strokes. I noticed that the flogger had a bit more of an edge, the tips taking a little nip before sliding across my flesh. It made my toes flex. I mentioned that it definitely felt sharper on the right side. "That tends to happen. My right is the dominant hand," said Mr. Prince.

He used a soft chamois to sooth my skin. That was a very nice touch - I'm going to have to get me one of those. After the chamois, he used his hand - dragging his fingernails lightly over my skin and treating me to a few light bottom slaps. His hand did brush my lady parts cradled in the thong. When I had first watched him at work a couple months ago I had watched him offer couple of the women some more intimate personal massage. I wasn't sure if it was part of the whole package or if those women were familiar. I think it might be more likely that he reads the responsiveness of a woman from one to the next.

He was on my right, caressing my rump when he asked me what level I was at. "6?" I guessed. My inner goddess (to steal a term from well known author, E. L. James) was squealing "no! It's only a 4, maybe a 5… I want more!" My inner goddess is a silly, gluttonous bitch.

Round 4 started gently again and there was another comment about his going too easy on me. "I'm building up to it," he said. I glanced over my shoulder and made a wise crack, "he certainly doesn't accelerate at the same rate as a mechanical bull." It was a vague reference but he got it because the next bit was more brisk and included some rhythmic swish, swish, swish of the flog as it flicked over my ass and up my back. I relaxed into it enjoying the massage. When Mr. Prince paused to engage the crowd again I joked, "it's always been a bit of a fantasy of mine to go through a car wash."

He chuckled, "I know, right?"

Before round 5 began he came around in front of me again and asked softly, "how are you? Are you comfortable with… everything so far?" There was that pause again. "Yes, I am," I permitted.

He brought a couple more toys into play. A paddle - that was fun, a lot like a bottom slap but focused and firm. I felt my flesh ripple. He also had with him an electric fly swatter. It made me nervous. I didn't relish the thought of electric shock but I braced myself for it anyway. There was some showmanship as he got the crowd into it, a bit of lead up before the first tap… ZAP! I jumped and my toes curled in response. Then I laughed. My heightened awareness with anticipation of pain had me on edge, but the reality was something else. The electric swatter has all the impact of being tapped with the eraser end of a pencil. The sparks are all for show.

Mr. Prince picked up the flogger again. He was being a lot more firm with it and the disproportionate strength of the bites on my right side as compared to the left were starting to become more apparent. My toes flexed and curled in response to the sting. I chuckled occasionally at my silliness and because that's one of my pain responses.

He was more hands-on about soothing my skin after, petting my ass and tracing my back before sliding his hand between my legs with more purpose. I couldn't tell weather he was watching the audience or myself, as this was still part of the act. He moved my panty aside, sliding his hand along my labia, parting them and then pressing a finger inside of me. I started to bear down on him but quickly realized that I was too close to an orgasm. There was no guarantee that it would happen but I was not taking the chance of squirting right there in front of everyone, not in this location. I clamped down on his finger instead, squeezing as he briskly, briefly finger-fucked me.

He moved my thong back into place and patted me on the ass as if to say, 'You're all done. Next.' But I wasn't. "Before I go, can I get a couple of really good smacks?"

He chuckled, "hand or paddle?"

"Mmmmm, your choice. But lower down, here," I indicated the fleshier curve of my bottom. I relaxed into the cross and arched my back slightly to tip my bottom out. Mr. Prince opted for the paddle. Standing on my right, he tapped my ass a couple times with the paddle then WHACK! I giggled and swayed. He moved to my left and just to be cute he took a couple baseball style practice swings.

WHACK! Only harder.

My knees buckled against the wood and I laughed outright. Why does something so clearly violent feel so damn good?

I hopped down so someone else could have a go. When I reached back to touch my ass and was surprised. Oh my! It was hot! I imagine it was flaming red. I wrapped my towel around my waist and rubbed it back and forth to sooth my skin.

"Thank you," I said. I don't recall what he said after that. I did spend a bit more time watching another woman enjoying his attention while chatting with a couple on one of the couches.

It wasn't long before an acquaintance found me and invited me to come play. I was ready. I was on fire in more ways than one. For a moment I did feel a little guilty as I recalled a conversation that I'd had with Mr. Prince in anticipation of this encounter. He'd said one of the things about being the 'resident flogger' that he didn't like was how he put so much effort into revving women up only for them to head off to finish the night with someone else. But I knew he had his hands full.

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At the end of the night Mr. Prince made a point of saying… good night.
So much for no marks (hehehe).

 

DavidMuller said:
Thank you. This was just about the hottest encounter at a swing club that I have read. You are one very good story teller.

Blushing... Why, thank you kind sir.  I aim to please (even if it's just for my pleasure).

For now you will have to keep your stories in one or another of the available forums. Not a bad place to be, to judge by the feed back you're getting. Keep writing. . . People like me like good honest written erotica.

Thank you. This was just about the hottest encounter at a swing club that I have read. You are one very good story teller.

Just as I told you before, you always have something interesting to say.    Amazing story - the good and the bad lol.   Sounds like life at a club for a solo woman is full of excitment.

Before you start to read this you should know, it's not a story. It should be posted in a blog because it's almost entirely opinion and first hand observation. And it's cynical. These are the kind of things that really do go through my head and it's not always pretty.
Enjoy! - lol

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It was a great night out on the dance floor. Ms. PartnerInCrime and I are very happy with the results - we've been working out together and pushing each other farther than we would have gone on our own. "We're Sexy And We know It!"

I was prepared to be the lady in the form fitting dress, but after a bit of liquid courage I was ready to show off. I'd packed an animal print lace negligee with matching undergarments and shoes. I love those shoes - I've never seen sexier footwear! Alas, they're sit n' look pretty shoes and I was a dancin' fool so they spent the night in a locker. Still, I've been wanting to strut my stuff in something racy for a while. I got Ms. PartnerInCrime's stamp of approval (and a motor boat! - hehehe).

After midnight I went back to change. I opted to leave my stockings, bra and panties on. I like the feel of the silky nylon and prefer to have some sort of gift wrap on when I do hook up. Besides, no one needs to see my scar unnecessarily.

I decided to hang for a bit in the library where one of the Angry Lesbians was just setting up shop with her bag of whips and such. I chatted with her for a bit and she was actually very nice. It's the smaller Angry Lesbian I'm wary of (she does not make flogging look fun). I want to give it a go sometime, but I already know who I want to have dish it out... at least for my first time. Still, I was impressed at her kinder, gentler approach.

A hot young man, who I'd spotted a few times from the dance floor, sat down next to me and started to chat. He slipped an arm around me as if to ask (without asking - geesh) "is it ok if I touch?" When he leaned in and whispered something to me... gag! He had the worst breath! That's too bad. A kind person would have let him know about his halitosis situation since it was the only thing standing in his way of getting laid that night, but I decided on a quick exit instead.

I saw Ms. PartnerInCrime and Mr. TwelvePack in the couples pit but I thought I'd let them have their space.

I found a spot where I could watch an older woman enjoying the swing (so jealous that I haven't worked up the courage yet) and the attention of a few good men. Another woman was on a mattress beckoning men to join her. So many single men were milling about, watching, tugging, inquiring... few appealed.

I watched one man leaning over the wall of the couples pit eying my friends a bit too closely while masturbating. Ms. PartnerInCrime later complained that he had actually whispered, "great show..." and called them by name. She didn't know him and found the address just a little creepy. I might have approached him myself (he had a nice physique), but even though I hadn't heard his words, from a distance there was something off putting about his behaviour.

In the dim, warm, red glow of the play area I can't make out features when a person is more than 6 feet away. I could only judge the potential quality of a lay by the overall shape of a silhouette. Some were short, some tall... thick, thin... dark, light... full head of hair or not. I like big and strong but not overly muscular. My partner's gotta be young - younger than me at least, but not a puppy. And he's gotta have powerful hind quarters. I like to get pounded! And not just a little. The size of the equipment is not so much important as overall impact, by which I mean BAM! BAM! BAM!!! Hard.

I was sitting on a lower couch and starting to consider throwing in the towel when someone who I thought might be fun joined me. He was not overly large in stature, younger, accented, completely hairless from head to toe and he smelled good - and by good I mean neutral... not over processed and chemically. Not even a musk (man scent). I think I will call him Mr. Clean.

He stood close enough that his knuckles could "accidentally" graze my shoulder. When I didn't shoo him he used his fingertips to stroke my shoulder. When I didn't object he reached farther down to brush the swell of my breast. I was reminded of the animal kingdom, the way males are so careful to approach a female with small non-vocal gestures. I think I prefer a more verbal approach.

I took him by the hand and led him to the high bed where it was less crowded for the time being. I leaned in to smell his neck and feel his smooth skin. It was obvious that he was not a kisser. That was ok - just hugs are fine. I hopped up on the edge of the high bed, leaned back and raised my knees to offer myself to him. Mr. Clean pulled my panties aside so that he could watch as his fingers moved over me. He was pretty good with his hands and got the hint fast enough when my gyrations begged for a more internal massage. I asked him if he had a condom. "Not yet," he replied continuing to focus his attention to my nethers.

"Do you suck cock?" he asked.
"I do." We traded places with him hopping up on the bed and offering me his genitals. Huh... he wasn't already hard and ready for me. I guess I had some work to do. Mr. Secretive has spoiled me for other men. He always shows up hard and ready. Mr. Clean was smooth, uncut and tasted the same way he smelled... clean to the point of being neutral. Lucky for Mr. Clean I have a very talented mouth - I had his 8 inches standing at attention in no time.

"Do you swallow?" he asked.
I leaned closer to his ear and purred, "I do. But I want to fuck first." He liked my use of the word because he parroted it back at me. "I will fuck you first." I did have a little bit of an ulterior motive for wanting to fuck first... hehehe. I'm yummy. At least when I went down on him again he would smell and taste like sex.

Rather than going to fetch one he just called out to the man nearest us, "Do you have a condom? Can I have it?" Huh... that was weird, but whatever.

As he dressed I kicked off my panties, bent over the bed and presented myself. Mr. Secretive has spoiled me for other men. He always pounds sex home. While my outsides are treated to a rough ride my insides also resonate with each thrust, all the way up through my chest and beyond. Mr. Clean was good but but he doesn't have the same mass. There is that, and "bend over" is kind of like a super power of mine. When taken from behind most men are good for about 15-30 seconds before they're ready to blow a load. Mr. Clean was no exception. He had to keep stopping to get it under control. I did like the way he almost viciously dug his fingers deep into the flesh of my hips.

It wasn't long before he was ready to finish. He pulled off the condom and hopped back up on the high bed. It had taken me a while to get into the groove that night, but by the time I was about to go down on Mr. Clean for the second time, I was in heat. While settling in for some serious head I intentionally bent from the waist with a flat back and spread legs, partly because I knew he'd like the view but mostly to advertise my intention to the crowd we'd drawn.

There was another gentleman in the club that night who was much more comfortable with a verbal approach. He wasn't really my type being older and having a smaller frame. He had asked me to dance earlier and I was like, whatever, it's just a dance. Later in the back he had approached me several times with assorted lines like "would you like to hook up?" and "would you like to get busy?" - um, no. Third time's a charm. "Would you like an extra cock?" Normally a crude line like that would not be very effective, but yeah... I did!

The thing about accepting one stranger's advances is that the men take notice. The thing about accepting two strangers is that the men think it's an open invitation for anyone to play. It got very crowded very quickly. Mr. Clean came fairly quickly and it didn't take him long to extract himself and when he did another man slid in to his place. While Mr. Extracock continued to service me I gave the new man a couple strokes. The new man had an attractive enough package - thick and hard - and when I glance up, he had a pretty enough face. I was feeling a little whorey so I went down.

SPLAT - cum all over my chin. Really?! Apparently he wasn't expecting to be included in any such activities and the excitement just got to him.

That was enough of tasting random strangers. I disengaged Mr. Extracock for a moment so I could roll over onto my back. He took this as an invitation to play with my clit while we fucked. I really wasn't into it and shooed his hand away a few times before he got the hint. No sooner had he quit someone else was pressing their hand between us. Dammit - I had to shoo him too. I didn't want clitoral stimulation. All I really wanted was a solid pounding that I could feel in my teeth. But here's the thing about older-than-me men... They are kinder and gentler. It's not like they don't try, but it's not the same caveman action that comes from a younger man with higher levels of testosterone. Oh well. I had to chuckle - even the spectators could tell the difference. There were some disappointed oh-s when he slipped out a couple times.

We were still being crowded, men were reaching for my chest with hands and lips, or pulling my hand towards their crotch... I did give one fellow a couple strokes but I just wasn't into it. I threw my hands back over my head to grip the mattress and closed my eyes so that I could simply enjoy the ride and the feeling of strange hands.

When I opened my eyes again there was a new man kneeling on the bed next to me directing his truncated cock and ample belly towards my mouth. I was like, hell no and shooed him away too. That was enough, it was time to find a less occupied location. Just because I welcome the attention of some men, it does not mean I'm there to service just anyone. I tipped myself up, breaking away from Mr. Extracock and laughed, making up some excuse about it being hard on my back here. I led him to an empty mattress that was just outside the couples pen.

I don't recall when my bra came off. It must have been when I was bent over the high bed. I do remember carrying it between locations.

I thought it was pretty obvious as to what I wanted when I dropped down on all fours with shoulders down, my knees spread and my ass pushed up high. But Mr. Extracock came to kneel in front of me. "Would you like to suck my cock?" he asked. Well, no actually. I really wasn't in the mood for another mouthful of spunk. I could tell he was disappointed but he was just going to have to make do with some fabulous doggie. He started with more of that kinder, gentler in and out stuff but I managed to rev up the pace a bit by slamming my ass back into him. I don't think he was expecting those collisions but for a moment I almost got what I'd been hoping for... and then it was over.

Sigh.. I went to freshen up and gargle a bit.

There was still about 30 more minutes of play time before we had to split so I figured what the heck, they'd had enough one-on-one playtime, I was crashing Ms. PartnerInCrime and Mr. TwelvePack's party! We've experimented a little here and there but nothing major. When I plunked myself down next to them they were just winding things down. They had been going hard for the last hour and a half and I know he's good to her. She was about to call it a night when I leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, using my teeth more than I normally would. "Or we can play some more!" she said and laid back to enjoy my attention as well as his. With renewed vigour Mr. TwelvePack went down on her.

When I came away from her chest she clamped onto mine... And not just a little! Ouch! Her talons dug into me with a crushing grip while she sucked and bit me hard. I kind of liked it. But every now and then it really did take my breath away. No one has ever been so cruel to my chest. I didn't resist. I just savoured all the sensations - good and bad. Quite often pleasure and pain go hand-in-hand.

After a bit when I did manage to tear my breasts free, I sort of traded places with Mr. TwelvePack. He moved in for a blow job while I slid my hand between her legs. I teased her clit for a moment before sliding my two middle fingers in as deep as I could reach, seeking that hot spongy surface. Attending to the g-spot sounds easy in theory, but it's really not that easy to reach while applying the right pressure and friction. I ended up just fucking her while Mr. TwelvePack encouraged me with a chorus of, "Harder! Harder!" I don't think she came but it was fun.

I was about ready to wind it up when Ms. PartnerInCrime glommed onto my chest again directing Mr. TwelvePack to do the same to my right. Oh, what the hell. I let go. While they both treated me to some juicy breast play I reached between my legs and rubbed until I came, curling up and squealing into his ear. I fell back laughing and catching my breath before getting up to brush myself.
Wow... good friends, good times!

http://news.yahoo.com/cicadas-continue-east-coast-march-215218326.html

 

"After emerging, the nymphs shed their crunchy brown exoskeletons and will spend their few weeks of adulthood mating and laying eggs in tree branches. Then the red-eyed insects will all die, leaving their 2-inch-long (5 centimeters) bodies to litter the ground."

 

I haven't spotted any here yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Wow - that would be something to see.  If it's any consolation, cicada's spend 14-17 years as grubs inside the tree before they hatch, then the next few days having sex before they die.  If you were to encounter such a site it would only be for a day or two - not weeks or months.  Cicadas are actually flying insects, what you're seeing in these photos are a lot of corpses... and pretty soon a lot of fat, happy birds, possum and raccoon.

I live in the area where they are suppose to emerge.  Some of the photos I have seen show the ground literally covered with cicadas.  When I looked into it I found the following which is quite disturbing.

 

 

"At its peak, there could be swarms with between one and two thousand chirping critters per square yard "

As you can see from the photos, if they are this thick at my house, sunbathing will become a nightmare for a month or so.

I don't know about Cicadas on mass.  I hear them scream all the time but I've only ever been luck enough to see 2 or 3.  June bugs on the other hand, those great big beatles, I've seen by the thousands.  It's been 30 some odd years sinse I saw them flock like that and it was just a 24 hour phenomenon.  Since then I think the biggest swarm I've witnessed was 10 or less.

Both are completely harmless.  I'd be a lot more concered about being eaten alive by horse & deer flies!

That brings back many fond memeories of naked fun in the outdoors. I grew up in rural areas and the forest was always my favorite place.

I donned my walking gear and headed out. It was only 7:00 and the sun was still high and warm. We rendezvoused at a small neighbourhood strip mall. I had arrived a few minutes earlier so had time to scout the area.

Found another ideal location last evening. The leaves are just coming in so there's this lovely chartreuse hue all around. The trilliums are beginning to carpet the forest floor to. I'm not a romantic, but I have a great appreciation for nature.

I'm reminded of one of my favourite Sting melodies, "Fill Her Up":
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
it's like i walked into a glade of heaven
and there's music playing...

The mall backs onto a dense wooded park. There is a busy trail that passes through the park but it's a ways over. Behind the mall is a small power house, behind that a fence with an opening that is easy to duck through. I led Mr. Secretive through there, turned opposite the trail, headed up a hill, and then way from the back side of the mall. The spot I found was perhaps 50-75 yards in all directions from the mall (we could no longer see), from a major thoroughfare (we could hear the traffic racing by) and the trail... And I could see people going by but there was no reason for them to be looking our way. I had positioned us behind a large tree trunk just to be on the safe side.

There's something very exciting about getting naked in the woods in the daylight.

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There's something very exciting about getting naked in the woods in the daylight. Mr. Secretive thinks so too. Several times he had to back off to prevent our playtime from being cut short. He's fun. We're going hard with my shoulder into the tree and him behind me when he stopped abruptly. "Hey, where's your camera?" - nice. He's also a very generous partner. He kept me going while taking a time out. I was standing a little taller, still leaning against the tree, my back was arched so that my bare ass pressed into him. He wrapped one arm tight around my waist and reached between my legs with the other hand. He traced his fingers though my wetness then found my clit. He didn't let up until I was bucking against his touch, trembling with orgasm.

Nice to meet you too.;-)

 chantel canns... new 2 the saite.. xo nice 2 meet u all!

Wow that was hot. You have a real knack for erotic writing - it certainly got a rise out of me ;)

She had been misbehaving earlier that day, indulging herself at the adult toy store, so when her husband came home staggering drunk she wasn't that put off.

"The party spilled over from the night before and they wouldn't let me leave!" he confessed, then stretched out on the couch and promptly fell asleep.

She resumed her work on the computer.

It had been about an hour when she leapt up with a jolt. She could hear her phone as plain as day and wanted to silence it lest it wake him. She fished it from her purse and paused… there was no sound other than the soothing voices of golf commentators coming from the television. She glanced down at the phone's display: "you have 1 message."

She laughed quietly to herself for two reasons. First, because she had the phone set on mute for texts - it was her intuition calling, and secondly, because with out even looking at the message she knew who it was from. She checked. It was from her lover - a simple winking emoticon sent only 1 minute ago. She wouldn't go so far as to call it a psychic connection, but it was spooky at times how in tune she was to him.

"Hello sexy" she replied. She described the state of her husband.
"I'll come over. Do you upstairs."
"Too dangerous... In the garage."
"The garage isn't dangerous?"
"It's outside. No squeaking bed, no squealing me."
"Lol"
"Come now" she demanded… There was silence.
"Tempted, aren't you?" she plied.
"Someone's horny"
"I am. Or I can go for a walk. I know a park with a tiny parking lot."… There was more silence.
"Or tomorrow daytime,” she offered as an alternative.
"No one around?"
"No. I'll be all alone from 10-6."
"I meant the parking lot."

She chuckled. Apparently he had to work the day shift and it could be several days before their schedules synched up again. He didn't want to have to wait either.

"Yes. It's tiny and in a residential area where you'd have to live to even know it existed."
"Wait for dark?"
"No. I can't justify going for a walk after dark - too suspicious."
"I'm coming now."
"I'll get my walking gear."
"A skirt? ;)"
"Not practical :P" she laughed.

She skipped up the stairs to change into her track pants and hoodie. On her way out the door she left a note: 'Taking that walk while it's still daylight." It was still very bright out. The sun wouldn't set for at least another hour.

She grabbed her phone, ear buds and keys then headed out the door.

She had just rounded the corner and had gotten about four blocks from the house when he pulled up. Wow… he was in a hurry! Normally she would have gotten ten blocks or so before he found her. She climbed in and directed him to their destination.

He took her hand as they drove. She didn't think anything of it until she realized that they had been interlacing and stroking each other's fingers tenderly. She grinned at him. He smiled as the same thought crossed his mind, "oops - too affectionate." He pulled her hand to his crotch instead. Right there in the middle of traffic he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his stiffening cock.

It wasn't easy to give a hand job as they drove. Most of his length was out of reach in his jeans. She forced her hand deeper and gave his shaft a squeeze. There was no room for movement. She pulled her hand out and contented herself by playing with his last two exposed inches. Her hand didn't slide smoothly so she wet her fingers and with the lightest touch swirled her finger tips over the head of his cock, petting the underside and feeling his contours and ridges.

He didn't exactly stop short as they came to the last major intersection but he wasn't accelerating-decelerating as smoothly as he normally would. "It's hard to concentrate," he chuckled.

"I can imagine."

As they pulled up to where the parking lot entrance aught to be she pouted. It was chained off and a sign read "Closed For Winter". "I'm sorry. Google map didn't say anything about that." She thought for a moment. "I know another parking lot, similarly private." She tucked him back into his jeans and gave him a pat. "It's a bit of a drive."

If she wasn't going to give him a rub, at least he could take her on. As they drove he slid his hands between her legs and pressed her labia through her clingy track pants. She moaned approvingly and spread her legs to better accommodate him.

Forget being a lady, that's not what an encounter like this was for. She reached down and worked her hand into her track pants and under her panties. Though the fabric she let him feel her fingers moving, pleasuring herself under the pressure of his hand. She closed her eyes as they drove, conscious that she should be aware of where they were for when the time came for direction, but willing herself to let go between intersections.

She was becoming sensitive and pulled her hand out, petting his wrist instead and inviting him to taker her place. His fingers parted her pussy lips and he found her warm and slick. He strummed her clit and she purred.

He pressed deeper into her pants. He couldn't reach very far while still sitting up, his eyes on the road ahead and his other hand gripping the steering wheel firmly. She bucked her hips, gyrating so that his fingers penetrated her over and over, just stretching her opening. Her own hand was in her pants already, holding the waistband up to make it easier for him. She pressed in under his palm and as his fingers churned just in side of her, she fluttered her clit. Release was not long. She took her hand away to grip his wrist and still him for a moment before letting him resume his attention.

The sound of her wetness and her sighs filled the car. She wondered if her noises ever came across as too much showmanship but when he slid his hand back up towards her clit the gasp was genuine. Her mewing was as much for her as him.

"Damn it! That park is closed to traffic too!" Both lots were so tiny the municipality deemed them insignificant for maintenance. Plus, and it occurred to her, both had long, very steep driveways leading down into the ravine to be near the river that bisected the city. The hills could potentially ice up, trapping cars below. They drove on.

"Your turn. I'm two for two strikes."

"I really don't know," he stumbled. He was content to be fingering her sex for now.

She leaned back for a moment to think. She watched all the cars going by and smiled at their naughty behaviour. She noted his speed and chuckled inwardly. He was keeping it just at or just below the speed limit. No one drove the speed limit around here. She spread her knees a little farther.

"There is one more place… are you familiar with the art campus?" she asked.

"Not really." He bit his lip. They both wanted to find a destination and soon.

She directed him further south.

When they reached the entrance to the grounds he had to take his hand away to negotiate the curves. He was driving with the first two fingers of his right hand held away from the steering wheel. This was a shared vehicle, heaven forbid some of her DNA be left behind. The thought made her smile.

The campus was up on a hill, surrounded by pristine natural park landscapes. There was a road that circled around the buildings and several small parking lots tucked into the trees, each one held a couple cars. They opted to park in the last lot. Once they were finally stopped he reached into the back seat to grab a tissue. She cocked her brow at him as he wiped his fingers clean and he shrugged.

There were two other cars here as well. Both had occupants. One appeared to simply be waiting, probably for a student. The other car was running and the windows were completely steamed up. It wasn't that cold out, she thought and a naughty idea came to mind. Dogging - She knew there was a subculture of it in the city, having seen the postings for such events online, but she'd never knowingly stumbled upon it until now. Perhaps the first car was an observer?

They opted to take a stroll into the woods rather than linger here. As they picked their way along a springtime muddy trail she shared her hypothesis about the two cars. "No!" he said incredulously.

"Yep. Apparently this sort of gathering is a lot more common than you might think. Not really my cup of tea, but to each their own." Besides, who was she to sit in judgment of strangers in a car while she, herself, was eagerly making her way through the brush for some naughty upside a tree action?

She kept looking over her shoulder to check the distance they were putting between themselves and the parked cars. As soon as the cars were completely out of sight she headed for the first large tree she spotted. Even with the comfortable distance between them and the lot, she opted to position the tree between themselves and any would-be spectators.

It was still very light out. To the west the forest dropped away down a steep slope to the river below. To the north the terrain ambled away, there was the winding path, a footbridge and more wood. While they had been making their way in, a train had rumbled by to the east. She knew it would be fenced off from the public and any residential property would be on the far side. They could see clearly in all directions and knew they were quite alone here in the woods.

She pulled him close for a kiss and caught herself humming her pleasure again even at the simple taste of his mouth.

Her fingers fumbled at his jeans until she got the top button loose. His hands came to her aid and he undid his jeans the rest of the way. She reached in to grip him the way she wished she could have held him before. He was hard and thick, pulsing under her touch.

With her back to the tree she carefully lowered herself into a squatting position in front of him. Her mouth teased him, wetting him, taking in a little more of with each pass, but not fast enough for his liking. He took her by the back of the head and pressed her all the way down, only releasing her when she started to struggle. His rough play always turned her on. She picked up the pace and started to give him some more enthusiastic attention, letting the head of his cock thud against her soft pallet. Usually a silent partner the sensation made him moan.

Rising from her squat she came up for a kiss. "Do you want to fuck me?" she breathed into his neck. She wasn't one for words either. Her attempt at talking dirty amused him.

"Yes."

She reached into her pocket and brought out a condom - her treat this time. She tore open the foil and positioned it over his cock, gently rolling it down his shaft. Once dressed, she gave him one more squeeze then turned and presented her ass. She was leaning against the tree with her back arched but he wasn't satisfied. He smacked her ass and firmly pushed her shoulders down until she was in a deep bend. The tree was hard and rough against her shoulder, especially when he started to drive into her. She struggled to brace herself from the blows, putting her arm between her and the tree.

Even in the cover of night their outdoor play was usually rushed, not for any lack of time, but because the excitement of these meetings always pushed them to the edge that much faster. Here in the early dusk light in the woods there seemed to be less urgency. While hanging upside down with her back to the tree she could look between her own legs up at his. They were spread and flexing as he moved in her, his jeans bunching just above his knees. She knew his view was no less indulgent. She felt his hands sliding over the small of her back and landing small smacks on her white, fleshy bottom.

She attempted to pull herself up right for a moment but he was having none of that. He shoved her down again, her other shoulder being jammed into the tree, and she gasped. Taking her firmly by the hips he began to fuck her with longer, more forceful strokes. She moaned and gave into him, letting her back release so that she hung lower. She reached back with her free hand and he took it, pulling her arm back and pinning it to the small of her back. It wasn't long before she was trembling in a full-blown orgasm that shook her to the core. He pressed in deep and stilled, enjoying her involuntary spasms. When she caught her breath again he resumed his assault.

It was his turn to give into his own needs. Aggressively he pounded into her until, with the smallest growl escaping his lips, he stepped away.

His exit was so abrupt she thought for sure someone was coming upon their scene. She stood and pulled up her pants. There was no one else. She turned to face him.

"Get on your knees." It wasn't a request. She smiled her approval at his dominance and did as she was told.

Knowing better that to try and offer head, she look up at him, hiding her smile and opening her mouth.

"That's good," he praised while stroking his cock. A moment later he grabbed her head again and buried his cock in her mouth. He came hard and copiously down her throat and she was forced to swallow quickly. She pulled away just long enough to take a breath then took him back into her mouth to finish sucking him. Her gentler manipulations against his sensitive flesh made him wince.

She stood and they embraced. She sprinkled his lips with little kisses, flicking the tip of her tongue over his lips and brushing his tongue. He always humoured her mouth after using it, but she knew that he appreciated her swallowing first. Their's was a give and take arrangement. As much as she loved being controlled, this was her little piece of dominance over him.

"That was fun," she sighed.
"It was. Thank you."
"I'm going to need a favour now. Can I get a lift back home?" she joked.
He laughed. "Sure, I can do that."

On the way back they made small talk. “What will you say about those bruises?” he asked.

She smiled. She liked the fact that he recognized that their play was sometimes painful. He knew she would say so if it ever got too rough. “They may or may not surface. And besides, I’m a bit of a clutz. I’ve always got mystery bruises rising to the surface here and there.”

She had him drop her off a block from home, just far enough for her skin to cool. She was supposed to be out for a chilly evening walk after all. Before leaving his car she stole one last kiss. It was a dangerous move, knowing someone might see, but she didn't care.

She returned home to find her husband had woke and was most of the way through preparing dinner. “How was the walk?” he asked.

“A lovely evening for a walk in the park,” she admitted.

 

A couple of years ago while I was still living nearSeattle, I would attend scrap booking parties about once a month or so.  These were all women with twenty to thirty of us and were usually held at the community center in Black Diamond, and would last all night.  I was thirty one at the time, and easily the baby of the group by many years with most of the ladies being old enough to be my Mother.

 

At one party during a heat wave in August, one of the gals suggested we move the party to her place about a mile away.  Since the air conditioning wasn’t working at the community center, we could be more comfortable at her place.  About a dozen of us decided to go to her house on this night.  I had known all of them for several years as they were Wiccan like me, and we had been to many events with the church.

 

Her house was off a gravel road in the woods with no neighbors close.  It was a good sized house surrounded by evergreen trees sitting by itself in the middle of nowhere, so there was no need of fences.  It was early evening and still light out when we arrived.  The house was air conditioned, which felt nice, and spacious.  We set up our materials in the kitchen, and Becca asked if we would like to have the grand tour.  She showed us the bedrooms, the bathrooms, etc., and finally out the back to the deck where we had a beautiful view of the valley.  Off the deck in the back there was a hot tub and a nice grassy area. 

 

We went back inside to the kitchen and one of the girls suggested we turn this into a real party and mix up a pitcher of margaritas.  We all eagerly agreed.  We were probably on our third or fourth round when someone got the idea of putting the hot tub to good use, so we decided to move outside.  I took this opportunity to use the restroom, and was the last one out.  Since this wasn’t a planned activity, of course none of us had any swim suits with us.  This didn’t seem to bother anyone. 

 

When I got outside, all the ladies were already nude, some in the hot tub, some sitting in chairs on the deck enjoying the warmth from the sun as it was starting to set.  Not being one to get left out, I removed my clothes and headed for the hot tub. 

 

There wasn’t room for me to sit inside, so I took a seat on the edge with my feet in the water.  I couldn’t help but notice that the ladies there were all looking at me, so I asked what they were looking at.  They were staring at my crotch.  I was shaved completely bare, and I guess this was new to most, if not all of them.  They started teasing me about it, and then I was asked if I would let them see it better, so I spread my legs and leaned back.  One of the ladies reached over and touched my pussy lips with her wet fingers, sending shivers up my spine, and proceeded to examine my bare young pussy quite thoroughly, rubbing my smooth outer lips and spreading them to expose my inner lips and clit.  The stimulation aroused me greatly, causing my large clit to become fully erect and exposed.  It was just over an inch long as it throbbed and bobbed in the air.

 

  I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the setting or what, but I didn’t protest or resist, and was getting very aroused from the attention.  The gals asked me about being shaved, why I do it, how it felt, and so on.  This attracted the attention of the ladies on the deck, so now I was surrounded by the whole group as I began to answer their questions.  I told them that I shave it all off because I like the way it looks and feels being smooth, and how much more sensitive I was with no pubic hair.  I started to first keep it shaved after my divorce, kind of a new beginning for me.

 

While telling me how much she admired the look of my bare labia, a second lady reached over and started to touch my crotch.  One of the ladies standing outside the tub asked if I was aroused.  I groaned and said that I was.  She said she thought so because of how erect my nipples were now compared to when I undressed, and cupped one of my breasts in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

 

Another gal admired how good my body looked and said that my breasts looked good for being a mom as she reached for my other breast and rolled my hard nipple between her fingers.  I felt like I was a new toy for the ladies to play with, but I didn’t mind it at all, enjoying the attention.  One gal asked me if I shave my anus too.  I told them that I shave it all.  They seemed surprised, asking how since I can’t see where I’m shaving.  I couldn’t really explain how, so I stood up to show them how, leaving one foot in the water, and the other on the edge of the tub, I leaned over and spread my cheeks to kind of simulate how I shave myself.  I really was spread and on display like this, and a couple of the ladies took it upon themselves to feel how smooth I was there too, touching my asshole and exploring my butt crack.

 

At this point I was completely horny and needed badly to get off, so I told the group I was turned on and horny and that I would love it if they could bring me to an orgasm.  We weren’t a bunch of lesbians, but I think because of the alcohol, some were freely exploring any curiosity they may have had about sex with another women. 

 

Since my plea gave permission to do what they wanted to me, a couple of ladies wasted no time as one slipped two fingers in my pussy and proceeded to finger fuck me while another nibbled and sucked my nipples. I was still in my awkward on display position as the one fingering me rubbed her thumb against my asshole and slipped it inside.  This gave me my first orgasm of the night, and I moaned loudly.  Another gal kneeled in front of me and we kissed deeply.  I no longer cared who did what to me.  I was the center of attention in what could only be described as an all girl gangbang.  Not all of them participated in pleasing me, but those that didn’t still watched while I was fingered and licked to several great climaxes.  I finally had to beg them to stop, as I didn’t think I could handle another orgasm.  They obliged my request, and I slid into the warm water where I cuddled with the two on either side of me. 

This adventure happened while I still lived in Washington State, working for a biotech company there.

One Monday in February of 2001, I was at work at the Bothell facility and I met a guy named Rick while outside for a smoke break. He was allot taller than me, about 6 foot 5, bearded, and looked a little rough, but well built, maybe 270 pounds, and it looked like he was all muscle. I was the only one there when he arrived, and we started talking. He was a carpenter working for one of the contractors doing some renovations in our building. I learned that he wasn't from the immediate area, living an hour or so north. We seemed to run into each other every time I went for a smoke break, and were hitting it off. This went on for a few days with allot of flirting back and forth between us, but it was always innocent enough, never anything that might be inappropriate at work.

On Tuesday of the following week, I asked Rick if he would like to come to my place for dinner. He had mentioned that he had not had a home cooked meal in a while, so I offered him one. I had a boyfriend at the time, but I only got to see him on weekends because of our work schedules, and it wasn't like I was planning to cheat on him, I was just inviting a coworker of sorts over for dinner. Rick accepted my invitation and I gave him directions to my apartment. It was only 10 or 15 minutes from Bothell, so he should have no trouble finding it. The construction guys finished at 3PM and I usually got off at 5, so I decided to leave early and told Rick I would be there by 4PM. I left at three and went to get some groceries for dinner and arrived home about 3:40 and started dinner. Rick arrived about a half hour later not yet cleaned up and carrying a large bottle of wine. He asked if I would mind if he used my shower since he was running late. I of course said he could. My apartment had two full bathrooms, but the one that would normally be for guests had a broken toilet, so I showed him through my bedroom to the master bath.

Rick emerged from my bedroom about fifteen minutes later wearing my terrycloth bath robe, still toweling his hair dry. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your robe, all I have are my work clothes and they are pretty dirty." He said. "That's fine, I never wear the thing anyway" I replied. I felt a little overdressed, but I didn't bother changing. I was still in my work clothes, which consisted of a grey skirt and a white button front blouse.

I asked Rick to open the wine and pour us some while I finished making dinner. He poured us each a drink and grabbed a dining chair and brought it in so he could sit and talk while I cooked. I took a couple of sips of the wine. It was pretty strong, but very good. When I turned to comment on it, I couldn't help but notice the formidably large, uncircumcised cock sitting limp between his legs. I could see several inches of it, and it was thick. The robe he had on was made for someone smaller like me, so when he sat down, it didn't quite cover everything, exposing his broad hairy chest and his crotch. I couldn't help but stare, and Rick asked if I was okay. I said I was fine, "just having a brain fart", and gulped down my wine. At least I hadn't started to drool, I thought to myself. I began to wonder if this was how Rick seduced women. Shower at their place and let them see his cock. If so, it probably worked on most women. It certainly got my attention. I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

We ate dinner in the kitchen and went in the living room for a movie afterwards and worked on finishing off the wine. Rick found a good horror movie to watch, so we sat together on the couch to watch it with the lights dimmed. I jumped a couple of times during a scary part, grabbing Rick's leg each time. As a result, I accidently touched his cock every time I did so. He didn't say anything, so I just acted like I hadn't noticed. We both started laughing afterward because I was acting like such a little girl. I was very tempted to take hold of his penis and suck him off, but I had a boyfriend, so I thought that would be a bad idea. I still fantasized about experiencing his beautiful cock, playing out a couple of scenarios in my head.

After the movie we went back into the kitchen so I could clean up my cooking mess and do the dishes. While I was at the sink, Rick put his arms around me from behind and started kissing my neck. In an instant, I felt his cock starting to get hard as it was raising the back of my skirt along with it, not stopping until it was fully erect and resting between my legs against my labia. When I looked down, it looked like I had a bulge under my skirt where it was sticking out in front. About then, Rick said "no panties, huh. This is how you dress for work? You're a dirty girl." He started moving his penis in and out between my thighs, rubbing his cock against my pussy, as he was unbuttoning and removing my blouse. He kissed my shoulder and said "no bra either. You're a bad girl aren't you?" while pinching both my nipples. I just groaned in agreement. Rick removed my skirt and I put my hand on the head of his cock and rubbed it against my clit. In my head I had already fucked him, so my lust started taking over to do it for real.

I was now nude and could feel his bare skin against mine. I don't know how long he had been naked too, but the robe was gone when I turned around to kiss him. I continued stroking his cock and now saw his entire erection for the first time. It was a monster at nine inches long and as big around as my wrist. It was beautiful. I wasn't drooling, but my mouth was watering. "Let's move this to my room" I said, and I pulled him by his penis like a dog on a leash. He smacked my ass very hard a couple of times while we walked down the hall, telling me that "bad girls and dirty girls get spanked."

 "I have been very bad and I should be punished." I told him

Rick pushed me face down on the bed and landed a hard slap on my right butt cheek followed by an equally hard slap on the left. My butt was on fire, yet I craved more. "Mmmm, I like it rough." I purred. Rick landed both hands on my ass at the same time and took hold with a vise like grip, raising me so that I was on all fours. He released his hold and shoved his cock halfway in me in one hard thrust. I was being stretched just fitting part of it inside and there was more to come. He was bottomed out, but still pushed. It felt like he was trying to fuck all the way into my cervix. Though painful, he managed to get his whole cock in my pussy by sheer force. I was being stretched like I was giving birth again. It was a mix of pain and pleasure and I liked it.

Rick had been fucking me hard for a good thirty minutes, and I couldn't take it anymore. My pussy hurt even though I had already experienced several orgasms. I needed a break, so I asked him to fuck my ass. You would think he was a kid in a candy store as happy as that made him. It seems he doesn't get to do allot of anal because of the size of his cock. He told me that most women were afraid to take him in their ass. I told him that I'm willing to try anything at least once. Anything!

Rick started to laugh as he began to push against my sphincter. He didn't stop pushing until he was completely buried inside my rectum. I felt really full with that much man meat up my backside. Rick started to pump in and out of my ass hard and fast. It reminded me of some kind of piston hard at work. He grabbed my shoulders and raised me up against him and took hold of my tits and squeezed tight. He molested and mauled my poor breasts. I thought for sure he would leave some kind of marks as rough as he was. He fucked my ass with so much force that with every stroke into my ass, Rick was lifting me off the bed a couple of inches by my sphincter. I was like a ragdoll to this guy, and I just enjoyed the ride. God did it feel good. My orgasm was so intense that I couldn't see, and I screamed out several times. I was surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops thinking I was being hurt, I got so loud.

It was almost ten when we stopped fucking, still pretty early, so we took a break for some dessert and went to the kitchen to see what I could come up with. I didn't have much, so we had vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. I was about to pick up our empty bowls when I got a kinky idea. I grabbed the syrup and drizzled some on both breasts and then leaned back and let some fall on my pussy. Rick picked me up and sat me on my knees on the dining table and began licking up his treat. We were in plain sight of anybody that looked up at my patio and I didn't care. Rick sucked and chomped on my tits until they were clean and then laid me on my back and started licking my pussy. He licked me cleaned and proceeded to tongue fuck my pussy and ass until I came again.

Now it was his turn. He poured some syrup on his cock and I kneeled before him to worship and suck this stiff idol standing before me. I licked his shaft and sucked and licked his balls and head well beyond what I needed to get him clean. I wanted to blow him until he came in my mouth, but he pulled me up and turned me around and pressed me facing out against the glass patio door and slipped his cock in me from behind. My naked body was pressed against the glass for everybody to see. One of my neighbors pulled in and parked while I was on display, and several cars turned down the street outside, lighting me with their headlights as they did. I'm sure someone must have seen me pressed against the window, and it just intensified my lust. I moaned through several more orgasms until Rick finally came and pulled out. I turned and licked his cock. I wanted to taste his sperm, and it tasted good. When I got up, I could see a sweaty silhouette of me on the patio door. I'll have to clean that before I have company I thought to myself as we headed for bed.

About two in the morning, I woke up to Rick climbing on top of me. I was flat on my back and discovered that my arms were tied to the bed posts with some of my nylons. Rick took hold of each ankle and raised my legs to form a wide V and buried his massive cock in my pussy in one stroke. I let out a loud moan before Rick shoved a cat toy in my mouth and tied it in place with more pantyhose saying "we don't want to wake the neighbors now, do we?" From the tone of his voice and his bold actions, I think he would have fucked me bound like this whether I was conscious or not. I was his fuck toy and he would do with me as he wanted. He fucked me brutally for a long time and just stopped and climbed off me. Rick untied me and as I started to remove my gag, he rolled me onto my side and spooned in behind me, sticking his cock back in my pussy. He mauled my tits again with one hand while fucking me slowly. He did this for ten or fifteen minutes before releasing inside me and then just froze there. In a couple of minutes I could hear him beginning to snore, his softening cock still in my vagina, and me held so I could not get away. Even limp, his cock filled my pussy. I soon dozed off too, content and satisfied.

I woke at five thirty to the sound of my alarm going off. Rick rolled off of me, his cock finally slipping out of me, followed by his cum oozing from my hole. I got up and fixed two cups of coffee for us and we headed for the shower. Rick stood behind me in the shower and soaped up my back and butt. He said "I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours again", as he pulled me against him, forcing his cock up my backside. He swiveled his hips in and out while soaping up my front side. When he finished with the soap, he forced three fingers as far as he could reach into my vagina and curled them against my G spot, all the while continuing his assault on my bowels. I started moaning loud in ecstasy and had several orgasms until I began to go limp, my legs were so shaky. Rick took hold of my hips with both hands, partially to hold me up, and also for grip, and pounded in and out of my rectum like an ex-con getting laid for the first time in twenty years. I braced myself against the wall to hold myself up until he finished. The water was only lukewarm when Rick finally released in my ass again. With the water turning cold fast, I just rinsed myself quickly and stepped out. Rick didn't seem to mind the cold water and finished his shower when I heard the doorbell ring. It rang several more times as I rushed to see who was there.

The person ringing the doorbell was my boyfriend. He came by my place to drop off chocolates and flowers on his way to work. He noticed that the light was on and knew I was up because he could hear the bath fan running in my bathroom from the porch and rang the doorbell until I answered. I opened the door naked and wet since I had just stepped out of the shower and peaked to see who it was. When I saw that it was my boyfriend, I stepped out onto the porch into the cold and pulled the door closed behind me. The morning air chilled me and hardened my nipples. After the cold water in the shower and the cold morning air, I was chilled thoroughly and began to shiver. I was lucky that it was semi dark outside or he may have notice parts of my body were red from a night of rough sex. Had he arrived a few minutes earlier he would have heard me screaming in the shower while Rick fucked my ass again.

Eric handed me a bag of goodies and a dozen roses and said "happy Valentine's day", telling me that he only rang because he saw that I was up. He pulled me close, cupping a tit and groping my ass as he kissed me. My hands were both full, so I really couldn't stop him. I just prayed he didn't notice there was cum leaking from my asshole. Right about then the newspaper delivery guy came through the complex with the morning paper and my boyfriend released me and stepped back. Our talking must have caught his attention since he was looking right at me. Then the bath fan shut off. I didn't have a timer on it and my boyfriend knew this since he had used it many times, so I was busted. He asked me who was here. I told him "just a friend from work. I had a coworker over for dinner, and he fell asleep on the couch". It was pretty obvious what was going on since my guest had just come out of the shower in my room and I was naked and wet from just getting out of said shower. Eric wanted to come in, but I wouldn't let him, and told him I would talk to him later. This gave me some time to make something up. I loved Eric, but things happen and I spent the night with another guy. After I shooed Eric away and came back inside, I found Rick in the hallway, halfway dressed, just out of sight of the front door. He had turned off the fan so he could hear what was going on. He took hold of my nipples and asked who that was at the door, and I told him it was my boyfriend. "You are a very bad girl." He said as he clamped harder onto my tits. “You went outside butt naked and dripping wet.  That’s so hot.” He released his hold and gave my ass a really hard slap as he passed me to go back to my room. I locked the front door and then went to my bedroom. Rick was dressed and tying his boots. He got up and pulled me tight against him, his hands tightly squeezing and spreading my butt cheeks. He gave me a deep kiss while teasing my asshole, and whispered to me "You're a hell of a fuck. I hope we can do this again sometime." Then he pushed me back onto the bed and left. I was sore and tired from a night of hard sex and also stressed out from getting caught by my boyfriend, so I called in sick to work and crashed. "What a night," Rick was big, and brutal, and strong, just the kind of man I wanted. Was it love or just lust, I thought to myself as I dozed off with a little grin on my face.

Around noon, Eric showed up again during his lunch hour. His work was only a couple of minutes from my place. I was still sleeping when he arrived, and Rick had apparently left the front door unlocked when he left, so Eric let himself in. He woke me up stroking my bare skin as he sat on the bed beside me. I rolled onto my back as I woke up, knocking the covers off the bed as I did. Eric started rubbing my labia and then began to finger me. I was sore there and his fingers hurt, but it still aroused me and I started to rock my hips. I didn't want to let on how rough the previous night had been or even that I had spent it fucking another guy. We talked as he fingered me. I told Eric that we had dinner and watched a movie, and that my friend fell asleep on the couch. When he asked me about this morning, I told him that Rick used my bathroom and I was showering in the guest bath because I didn't want my guest to use it with the plugged up toilet. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. Since it wasn't my bathroom, I didn't have my bath robe or towels, so that's why I was naked and wet when I answered the door. Eric seemed to believe me. At least with him fingering me, I didn't have to make eye contact while I lied to him. He repositioned his hand so that he could get his fingers into my ass and pussy at the same time. I spread my legs wider to let him in. I couldn't let on that I was sore, so I had to act like I always do. Eric kissed me before moving down my body to my crotch. He stopped fingering my cunt and began licking and sucking my labia while he continued fingering my butt. It felt pretty good, and I spread my legs as wide as I could while gently rocking my hips. Eric had managed to work four fingers into my stretched out sphincter and I began to fantasize it was Rick and his monster cock and it made me cum again.

The next day at work I went all day without seeing Rick. I had gone out to the smoking area like I always do, but he wasn't there. I didn't know if he was avoiding me or what. The following day, Rick snuck up on me when I was out to smoke. I jumped when a hand touched my bare pussy from under my dress. I turned to see Rick standing behind me.

"Wow, you really do go to work wearing no underwear. You are such a bad, bad girl. It's too bad you have a boyfriend, we could have a lot of fun together." I apologized to him for the other morning and admitted that I was seeing someone.

For the next week or two, Rick would almost always sneak up on me at the smoking area, and if I was wearing a skirt or dress, he would goose me. A couple of times he actually picked me up while doing so, getting a finger into my pussy or ass as he lifted me. Then he always asked, "You dump your boyfriend yet?" I always answered "no, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends." It seemed peculiar to me that he would do something sexually charged before asking instead of asking first. I guessed he was trying to entice me or something. On one Friday after lunch, he goosed me as usual, but managed to get his thumb in my ass and two fingers in my pussy as he lifted me from behind. He didn't immediately pull them out this time, but wiggled his fingers around and brought me to an orgasm. That was the last time I saw him at work. Their work was done, so I guess that was Rick's way of saying goodbye. 

 

Part Four: Payback

 

After finding out that I had seduced each of them, Lee and Nora had a little surprise for me.

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It had been a week since our neighbor Shayla had put on her little 'show' for us. The previous Friday night she had left her bedroom light on, and blinds open, while she used a big dildo on herself as Lee and I watched.

 

And it had been six days since I had let Shayla seduce me into my first sexual experience with another woman. I was still a little dazed by the whole thing. I had never even imagined having sex with a woman, until she brought out Hunter. That's what she calls her dildo. I was surprised at how much I liked it. Not just having her use the toy, and her mouth, to bring me to orgasm, but how much I enjoyed doing it to her. The taste of pussy, another woman's pussy, excited me more than I would have thought possible. But the guilt at having in some way cheated on my husband was gnawing at me. The first few nights following that escapade we had made passionate love to each other. But since Tuesday we had hardly touched one another.

 

At least Shayla had been true to her word. She had left her blinds closed. No more masturbation shows at night. No more glimpses of her walking naked around her house. If Lee was disappointed he didn't show it.

 

So, it was Friday night again and I knew it was time for me to do something to atone for what I had done. I managed to get home early from work and get the bedroom set up for our little 'game.' We use old nylon hose knotted to the bedposts and take turns tying each other up. We don't do it often, but when we do it makes for some spectacular sex.

"What's for dinner, honey? Lee called out as he came in the door.

 

"Me," I called back from the bedroom. As he walked into the room he saw me lying naked on the bed with my hands between my legs (sure, I was getting a head start, but I also wanted to be well lubricated - and I didn't want him to get off without me.). It took him about thirty seconds to strip and join me. "Oh god yes, honey," I sighed as his cock slid into me. I bit at him with my cunt as he moved in and out. It didn't take long until we were sharing an orgasm.

 

As we lay quietly afterward, I said, "Lee darling. There's something I need to tell you. If you don't get mad, I'm going to let you tie me up tonight. Tie me up and do anything you want to me." That's when he finally noticed that I had the nylons tied to the bed.

 

"With an offer like that, how could I get mad?"

 

"Well. You remember last Friday night. What we saw Shayla doing?"

 

"I couldn't forget that. But what does that have to do with you?" He seemed genuinely puzzled.

 

"Well. The next day, when you went to Bill's to watch the game. Well, I kinda let her seduce me."

 

"Seduce you?"

 

"Yeah, Somehow I ended up on her bed and she used that dildo on me. She made me cum with it, and, uh, with her mouth."

 

"Oh my god Honey."

 

"There's more. I did the same thing to her."

 

"So let me get this straight," he said. "You let this woman do you with a dildo?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

"And eat your pussy?"

 

"Uh huh."

 

"And you did the same to her. Including eating her pussy?"

 

"Uh huh." I'm not sure if he was getting mad, but he sure as hell was getting hard.

 

"Okay," he went on. "The only thing I have to get mad about is that I didn't get to see it." So maybe I found out another of his fantasies. "And because of that I get to tie you up and have my way with you?"

 

"Uh huh," I said. "And soon too, I'm getting hot just thinking about it."

 

"Me too, but, uh . . . darling."

 

"Yes," I said, getting a little suspicious.

 

"I guess I should tell you something. You see, she sort of did something like that with me."

 

"What!" I exclaimed.

 

"Yeah.  When you went shopping." He proceeded to tell me what he and our neighbor had done while I was at the mall.

 

"So, you used Hunter on her?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"And she made you cum all over her tits?"

 

"Yeah. Tits and face, actually."

 

"And she rubbed your own cum on your beard."

 

"Uh huh."

 

"Shit, I wished I'd seen that," I said. If he was getting hard at the thought of me eating Shayla's pussy, I was getting wet at the thought of him cumming all over her tits. The tits that I sucked on a few hours later.

 

"So," he asked. "Do you want to tie me up and have your way with me?"

 

"Of course I do, I love doing that. But we can't both get tied up. Instead, why don't we . . . “with that I pulled him on top of me again. His cock easily slid into my well-lubed pussy.

 

After a few strokes, I said, "Wait. Stop." He froze and I could feel him starting to shrink inside me. I clamped my legs tight around him to encourage him to stay inside. "I thought you'd want to tie me up because Shayla seduced me, right?"

 

"Right."

 

"And you thought I'd want to tie you up because she'd seduced you?"

 

"Right."

 

"So, who really deserves to be tied up?"

 

We said it together - "Shayla!"

 

 

*****

I wondered what was up when I got a call from Nora Saturday morning, asking me to come over that afternoon for a drink. Did she want a replay of our little tryst of the previous Saturday? I hoped so. But she told me that Lee would be there, so maybe not. In any event, I knocked on their door at the appointed time. Nora ushered me into the living room where Lee was sitting on the couch. He got up as I came in and Nora stood behind me. She put her arms lightly around me and said, "Shayla, there's something we want you to know."

 

"Yes," I answered, getting a little suspicious. After all, this was a couple of people I had sort of tricked into having sex with me a week earlier.

 

"Popcorn." Lee said. Huh?

 

"Yes, popcorn," Nora repeated. "Can you remember that word?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Say it," she said in what could only be called a 'commanding' tone.

 

"Popcorn," I whispered.

 

"Good," she went on. That's what we call our 'safe word.' Do you know what a safe word is?"

 

"No, not really."

 

"If one of us does something you really can't stand . . . not just something uncomfortable or unpleasant but something you just can't allow to happen . . . you say that word and we'll stop. Let's hear it again."

 

"Popcorn," I repeated.

 

"Good," Nora said. Then she grasped the hem of my dress and jerked it up over my head until I was standing there completely naked.

 

"I told you so," Lee observed. "No underwear."

 

"I didn't think she'd have anything on under her dress," Nora said as she reached around me and grasped my breasts - hard. "Now this is more her style. Okay Shayla, give Lee your hands."

 

I reached out toward him and he slid what appeared to be two looped nylons over my wrists and pulled them tight. Meanwhile Nora's hands were squeezing my tits. She pinched them sharply and said "You see, Shayla, Lee and I have this thing we do. Sometimes he gets to tie me up and punish me. And sometimes I get to tie him up and do what I want to him. But tonight it's your turn. Do you know why? What did you do with Lee last week?"

 

"I let him use Hunter on me."

 

"And."

 

"I jerked him off."

 

"And what did you do with Nora?" Lee asked, running his fingers along my pussy lips.

 

"I used Hunter on her."

 

"And?" he said as he shoved a finger into me.

 

I gasped, then said, "I went down on her - ate her pussy."

 

"And what did she do to you?" The rest of his fingers entered me as Nora twisted my nipples. Even though it brought tears to my eyes I could also feel myself getting excited.

 

"The same thing. She used the Hunter, and she ate me out."

 

"So," Nora said. That's why it's your turn to be punished." Then to Lee she said, "Honey, take her to the bedroom." He pulled his hand out of my pussy and used the nylons to jerk me forward. Nora slapped me hard enough on my butt to raise welts. I felt both fear and anticipation as I wondered what I was getting into.

Once in the bedroom they had me lie on my back while Lee tied my bonds to the bed posts. Then Nora pulled my legs apart and she slid loops over my ankles until I was securely tied up. Both of them stood a minute, just looking at me. Even though I've been a nudist for years I had never felt so naked, so exposed, as I did lying there with my arms and legs tied wide apart. I realized how vulnerable I was. My body was on display and open for anything they wanted to do to me. I could feel myself getting wet and my nipples were sticking straight up. Lee grasped one of my tits and squeezed the tip with enough force to make my cry out. Nora meanwhile eased my pussy-lips apart and ran her fingernail over my clit. I bit my lip as the feelings of pain/pleasure competed. They continued teasing and tormenting me a moment, then both of them moved back from the bed. I strained against the bonds holding me. Slowly and deliberately they both stripped naked. Nora stood and ran her fingers over her own sex, while Lee pointed his cock at me and stroked it. I struggled on the bed as they played with themselves in front of me. I wanted to touch myself, or be touched, or touch them. But I could only watch as they stimulated themselves in front of my eyes.

 

"I think she's getting a little excited," Nora said.

 

"Why's that, my dear?" Lee asked.

 

"See her pussy, it's all wet," she said. Then she took her fingers out of herself and ran them along my lips. "Now that's a wet cunt," she observed. "And look at what's poking out." I nearly screamed as she pinched my big clit.

 

"Oh baby, I think you hurt it," Lee said.

 

"I'll just kiss it and make it better," Nora said as she leaned over. I sighed as I felt her lips around my swollen nub.

 

"Yesyesyes," I murmured as she sucked gently on it. Then "OH MY GOD," as she sucked hard enough to hurt me again."

 

"Definitely getting sensitive down there, isn't she?" Lee said. "Let me put some cream on that." He straddled my body and rubbed his dick-head over my pussy and clit, coating them with his pre-cum.

 

Suddenly he was buried deep in me. "Fuck her, Lee," Nora encouraged. "Fuck her good and hard." He did, slamming into me again and again. I tried to bite at him with my cunt as he drove me closer to climax. Just as I thought I was going to cum he pulled out and held his dick inches above my pussy. I strained to raise my hips, to touch his sex with mine, but he kept it just far enough away to frustrate my efforts.

 

As I struggled unsuccessfully, Nora said, "I told you she had a hot pussy, didn't I?"

 

"She sure does, love," Lee replied. Would you like some?"

 

"Sure," Nora said as Lee moved away. Nora positioned herself between my legs and ran a finger over my lips. "She's burning hot. I better cool her down," she said as she began gently blowing her breath onto me. As wet as I was it did feel cool, cold even.

 

"Taste it," Lee said. "I want to see you tongue her." He was idly toying with my nipple as he watched his wife poised over my cunt. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over my lips. Looking up she told him, "Very wet," then she licked again before adding, "and very tasty." She returned her mouth to my slit and I felt her tongue enter me.

"That is so fucking sexy," Lee said, "watching you eat pussy."

 

Nora looked up and said, "Glad you like it, honey. How 'bout you, Shayla? Do you like it?

 

"Oh god yes," I managed to say before Lee stuck his dick into my mouth. I was eager for it, eager to suck his cock while his wife ate me out. I started working my tongue over his head as Nora licked again at my clit. I wanted to get him off, to taste his cum, but Lee pulled out of my mouth. Once more he teased me, shaking his tool just out of the reach of my lips. My frustration increased as Nora pulled her mouth off me.

 

"This pussy's still too hot, I think," Nora said. "I can fix that." I cried out in pain as something was burning me, scalding my pussy and clit. With tears in my eyes I screamed again. It took all my willpower to not say it, say the word popcorn. While it was poised on my lips, Lee moved back, allowing me to see what Nora was doing to me. "I guess we forgot to tell her about the ice cubes," she said with a grin.

 

"Oops," Lee said. "Bet she thought you were burning her. He was right; I thought I was being branded. Lee reached over and got another cube out of the glass I had not noticed on the night stand. This one he ran around the tip of my nipples, but this time I was able to recognize the extreme cold.

 

Nora moved away from my crotch and I could see her taking something else off the table. She bent over and sucked on my right nipple, while Lee sucked on the left. I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasant sensations their mouths were making. Just as I was getting comfortable again, they stopped. Then Nora held a pair of clips up so I could see them. "I think she's enjoying this too much, don't you, Hon?" she said, snapping them open and closed.

 

"Yep," he answered. "Go ahead." I couldn't take my eyes away as Nora moved the clips until they were just over my tits. Suddenly she let them snap closed around my nipples. The pain was quick and intense. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my tongue, determined not to scream again, however much I wanted to.

 

As the waves of pain began to ebb I opened my eyes again. I saw that Lee had moved again and was between my legs. I could feel his tip against my slit, and then with one thrust he was buried completely in my cunt. "Fuck her some more, darling," Nora said. "But remember, don't let her cum. It's not her turn, not yet." As least that final comment gave me a little hope.

 

Again and again he slammed into me, but each time I neared release he pulled out and Nora applied more ice. Alternating between the heat of passion and the burning cold I thrashed on the bed. I wanted it so bad. I wanted release. I wanted to cum. I wanted to feel Lee cum. When he was in me, I sucked at him hard with my cunt. When he was out, I strained to reach him. I could see by his face that he was having a hard time controlling his own response. He wanted to cum almost as much as I did. The next time he pulled out Nora applied the ice to him instead of me. "Whoa honey," she said. "Not yet."

 

"Thank you, dear," he said to her. He leaned over and kissed his wife, then got off the bed. "I think it's your turn now."

 

"Yes, I believe it is." I realized she was rubbing herself. I could see that her pussy was nearly as swollen as my own. Again she positioned herself between my legs. She rubbed her nose over my pussy, and then said, "God our sex smells good, Shayla. You are so fucking wet. She kissed me, her tongue probing my cunt. Her legs were wrapped around one of mine and I could feel her rubbing her pussy against my shin. Then slowly she moved up. She ran her tongue along my belly, then my tits. Her pussy left a wet trail up my body until she was straddling me, her sex directly over my face.

 

"Eat her out good, now," Lee said. His face was next to mine. Obviously he wanted a close-up view of me eating his wife's pussy. "Do a good job. Get her off and we just may let you cum." I had no problem with that. I desperately wanted to taste that pussy. Nora lowered herself onto my mouth and I stuck my tongue into her. She rubbed herself hard on my face. As wet as she was I knew it wouldn't be long. She kept rubbing on me as I probed her with my tongue. Then she stood and reversed her position. She bent over, presenting her ass to me. The little brown hole there was slick with her emissions, and I stuck my tongue into her butt. Nora rewarded me by blowing her breath into my pussy.

After letting me tongue-fuck her ass a few minutes, Nora shifted until I was licking her pussy once more. This time Nora screamed and began cumming. She tightened her legs around my head, prolonging her orgasm. Her cunt juice was flowing over my face and into my mouth. A woman had never tasted so good to me.

 

When Nora's climax ended she dismounted my face. Lee leaned over and kissed me, licking his wife's cum off my lips. "I love the taste of your pussy, Honey," Lee said. "Especially on another woman's tongue. Did she do a good job?"

 

"Oh yes," Nora answered. "She got me off good. I guess you want some, too, don't you?"

 

"You know I do." With that he took Nora's place straddling my face. I thought he was going to feed me his cock but instead he dangled his nuts against my mouth.

 

"Lick 'em, Shayla," Nora said. "Suck his nuts, he loves that." I ran my tongue around his swollen glands, and then alternated sucking them into my mouth. "Gently," Nora commanded. "Don't hurt him, now. If you hurt him he won't be able to fuck you. You want that, don't you Shayla? Do you want him to fuck you?" I managed to nod as I sucked - gently - on his nuts.

 

Although I couldn't see Nora I could hear her moving around. Then I felt something against my pussy. "Is she doing a good job, Lee?" Nora asked her husband.

"Oh yes," he mumbled. "She's making my balls feel so good." From the size of his hard-on waving over my face I knew he was telling the truth.

 

"Then maybe I'll give her a little preview of what's coming," Nora said as she shoved something into my cunt. "Do you like it, Shayla? Do you like my little vibrator? Again I nodded. She worked it in and out a few moments, and then pulled it completely from me. I knew what to expect and sure enough, she applied the ice to my clit again. "I think it's time, Honey," Nora said to her husband. Then to me she said, "You've been a good girl, Shayla. So I'm gonna let my husband fuck you until you both cum. would you like that?"

"Yes please," I managed to say. "Please let him fuck me. I want to cum - I need to cum."

 

Lee moved between my legs, then lifted my hips as high as my bonds would allow. Nora slipped a small pillow under my lower back. My pussy was gaping open in this position and I was even more vulnerable than I had been before. Nora took hold of Lee's tool and rubbed it against me. "Ready?" she asked.

 

"Ready," he responded. Once more I cried out in pain as he thrust his hips forward and drove his cock deep into me. Not into my pussy as I expected - but into my asshole. No easing it in. No getting used to the feeling. Hell, no lube even. Just 'Wham!' and he was balls deep in my ass. He pulled nearly out, and then shoved it into me again. My butt was on fire. Pain throbbed through me. It hurt so bad I was crying. It felt so fucking good.

 

As Lee continued driving deep into my ass Nora pushed the vibrator back into my pussy. That's all it took as an orgasm swept over me. My whole body was shaking with pleasure/pain. Nora flicked the vibrator on, driving me further into my climax. I was gasping for air, drowning in pleasure. At the same time Lee's cock was throbbing against my sphincter as he shot his sperm into my bowels.

 

When I came down from the extended orgasms I felt Lee shrinking inside me. As suddenly as he had earlier violated me he pulled it out. I could hear a distinct 'Pop!' Lee rolled onto his side next to me and Nora lay down on my other side. Neither was touching me, just watching as I tried to get my breath.

 

As the two of them visually inspected me I realized how they had used me and debased me. I was tied spread-eagled on their bed. My nipples throbbed with pain from the clips and the vibrator was sticking out of my cunt. My face reeked of Nora's pussy and Lee's cum was leaking out of my sore asshole. I hated it. I loved it.

 

"Think she's been punished enough?" Nora finally asked.

 

"I believe so," he answered. Then Nora unclipped my nipples and tenderly kissed them. The pain eased away as Lee untied first my wrists then my ankles. Each of them gave me a hug.

 

Later we cuddled together on the bed. Nora's arms were around me and her hands were on my breasts. My arms were around Lee, my hand holding his flaccid penis. I could hear my erstwhile tormentors snoring quietly. I drifted toward sleep, smiling as I planned how I would use that vibrator when it was Lee's turn to be tied up.