The Price of Heaven
I was standing at the window watching the moonlight dance on the waters of the gulf. I had been there a while; lost in thoughts of questions I had no way of ever answering. The whisper of the satin sheet falling to the floor behind me told me you were awake.
Slipping your arms around my waist you laid your cheek against the back of my shoulder. The feeling of your breasts against my back, and the scent of you, brought a feeling of warmth and peace I had never known.
“What are you thinking about lover?” you purred.
“Your life and what it must be like,” I answered in a thoughtful whisper.
“You mean to be a vampire?” you asked in surprise.
“Yes. It must be,” I paused searching for the right word, “sad.”
“In some ways yes I suppose it is. But, as I told you years ago, there are things you could never know as a human; beautiful things.” I could hear that haunting smile as you spoke. “Look out there. When you can hear the moonlight falling on the water, or see the fragrance of the roses growing below this window, or taste the lightning from that storm on the horizon. When you can do these things, as I can, then tell me how sad it is. But for now come back to bed, it’s lonely there without you.” As I turned to kiss you, I thought about the last few hours.
As soon as I opened the door I could smell it, the faint scent of roses. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if it could be you. It had been ten years since that night, but the memory was as vivid as it had been the next morning.
After looking around the first floor I climbed the stairs. At the top I could see through my bedroom door. My breath caught as I saw you. You were laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard in a reclining position. You had one long leg out to the side and the other up, with your hands folded peacefully in your lap. You were looking off to the right, out the window at the moon shining on the gulf. I could only stare in amazement at the way the moon light danced on your shimmering skin. Your hair was flowing down your body like a waterfall, not hiding any of your curves. In fact, it only served to heighten the sensuality of the picture. My mind flashed back to the first time I’d seen you.
You were so lovely laying there… the long silky hair flowing down your back to the perfectly shaped hips and long shapely legs. I could see the hint of full round breasts in the dim light as you lay on your stomach, looking sideways at me. The hint of a smile, and the glitter of those big green eyes, alluded to something, but it was hard to think clearly in the fog of lust you had created. Enthralled by the sight and smell of you, I forgot to ask where you came from or why you were there.
As I moved closer I asked, “Who are you?”
My longing and lust had impaired my vision enough that I didn’t see the tips of the fangs as you seductively whispered “Irja.”
I moved closer still, drinking in the scent of… roses? Yes, roses. The petals covered the bed and spilled onto the floor. My mind was reeling as my gaze traveled the length of you, the unblemished white skin inviting a gentle touch. As my trembling hand reached for you, you pulled away slightly.
“I won’t hurt you,” I breathed as I froze, so as not to frighten you any further.
The slight smile passed over your lips again as you said, “I know, but I’m not what you think I am.”
“I don’t care what you are; you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” I breathe. Oh god how I wanted to touch you…. to kiss you… to have you in my arms.
“Thank you. But I’m only here to let you know that beauty exists in this world in many forms, most of which humans never take the time to see,” you said, slowly sliding from the bed and moving to the window. Your movements were cat-like and graceful; each muscle rippling under the pale skin, a kaleidoscope of sensuality.
“But why are you leaving?” I asked, desperate to have you stay… forever.
“You aren’t ready yet. When you are I’ll be back, I promise,” you whispered. For an instant you hesitated, then glided across the room and slipped your arms around my neck. The heat of your body as it pressed against me, and the fragrance of your hair, threw my senses into a whirlwind once more. But before I could clear away the confusion enough to react your velvet lips brushed mine, a light stroke of your tongue taking me by surprise. And were those your teeth that felt like two needles gently nipping my bottom lip? I parted my lips to allow you entrance, but before I realized it, you were gone, leaving only the memory of your body and lips touching me and the scent of roses.
Now here you were again. You must have sensed that I was staring, because you turned your head to look at me and smile.
“Remember me?” you asked softly.
I was afraid my heart would pound it’s way out of my chest as I answered. “How could I forget the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen?” I replied as I slowly entered the room. You didn’t move, just watched me with the barest of smiles as I stared at you. The flood of passion and longing rushing over me made me tremble slightly.
“You don’t have to be afraid, I’m not leaving for a while, yet,” you said. “Take your clothes off and join me.”
I blinked in surprise, then quickly undressed. As hard as I tried, there was no hiding my obvious excitement.
“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s the reaction I was hoping for,” you laughed. The sound was like heaven, a melodic symphony that I could have listened to for ever.
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I walked over to the bed and looked down at you for a moment. You reached up and took my hand, pulling me down beside you. Our lips met in a soft gentle kiss that shot electric shocks through my body. My teeth nibbled at your lips and my lips caressed yours as if tasting a woman for the first time. Then my tongue flicked, and you opened to me. Our tongues met and tentatively touched, then as if they’d done it a million times moved together in a slow sensual dance of exploration.
My hand slowly glided down the arm you had thrown around my neck to the shoulder and down your back, pulling you close. Your stiff nipples pushed against my chest and a small moan escaped through the kiss.
You slid down the bed till you were laying flat, and I stretched out beside you. I rested my chin in one hand, and looked down at you as my finger traced the line of your lovely face from your ear to the point of your chin.
“There’s a price you know,” you whispered.
“I’ll pay, no matter what it is,” I said.
“But, you don’t…,” you started to say.
“I don’t care,” I whispered back with all the certainty I could muster.
I could no longer contain my self. I bent and kissed you again, this time with the passion and intensity I had been feeling for years. My hand moved from your neck down your chest till the trembling fingers brushed your breast. Gently caressing and squeezing till the nipple stiffened under my touch. Then I bent and drew it between my lips, the tip of my tongue lightly tasteing it. You inhaled sharply as I sucked and flicked it at the same time.
Your hand slid from my neck down my chest to my stiffness, your fingers surrounding it like a velvet glove. My own moan slipped out as a nail slowly ran down the length of me and back up. Then you pushed me on my back and started kissing my chest, teaseing my nipples with your tongue as you passed them. I tangled my fingers in your silken mane and tried in vain to keep my breathing normal. But your lips and tongue wouldn’t allow that. You kept kissing and licking as your hand once again wrapped around me, gently stroking and teasing.
When your cheek brushed my pubic hair, you looked up, and whispered, “Are you sure? No matter what the cost?”
“I’ve never been so sure of any thing in my life,” I whispered back.
With out another word your lips engulfed me, taking me in in a quick but soft motion that took my breath away. You swirled your tongue around me as you slowly drew back, letting just the tip stay between your lips. Your tongue caressed the tip in quick teasing strokes, then you suddenly plunged down again.
After several minutes of this, my breath was coming in heavy gasps and my body was vibrating like a violin string. You drew back one last time, lingering at the tip and chuckling softly. As you straddled me you looked down. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you,” you said in a husky voice. Then, you guided me to the opening of your sex, teasing me with the feel of you pressed against me with out entering. Inhaleing softly, you slipped me inside you, sliding down over me and settling on my hips with a satisfied sigh, and a shiver that betrayed your own excitement.
Slowly you bent and kissed me, letting my tongue explore deep into your mouth. Sitting up straight I felt the shiver of your passion again, but stronger this time. You rocked back and forth a few times, then slowly lifted yourself partially off of me. Looking straight into my eyes you started moving up and down, each downward stroke embedding me a little deeper a little harder. I could feel your muscles tighten around me as you moved down, and relax as you lifted up. I reached up and took your round breasts in my hands, gently squeezing them together, teaseing the nipples with my thumbs.
Your eyes closed and you threw your head back with a whispered “Yes!” As our movements became faster and stronger our breathing became heavier. Soon we were panting and gasping as we approached orgasm.
Without warning I rolled us over, and was on top of you. I leaned down and kissed you lightly and said, “My turn to drive you to the edge.”
There was a sound that escaped you, a sound I can’t identify to this day. A soft seductive growl that was felt more than heard. And though that sound should have frightened me, in my condition it simply made you more erotic. I slipped my arms under your knees and folded your long lovely legs back over your body, letting them come to rest on my chest. I started slow leisurely strokes in and out of you, pausing at the top of each stroke. You soon tired of the pauses and started thrusting your hips up to me as I reached the top,. But then my resolve ran out and I gave in to my lust.
As I started moving faster you began panting and moaning softly as your own hips moved up to meet mine. Soon we were again on the verge of orgasm when you pushed me off and sat up. Pushing me onto my back you turned and straddled my face and with a suddenness that surprised me took me completely into your mouth with a long soft growl that vibrated all around my now screaming member. At the same time I pulled you down to me, letting my lips open you and my tongue enter as far as it could. With no further movement we both exploded. The taste of your juices filling my mouth with liquid heaven. We shuddered and cried out as best we could, each afraid to lose contact with the other. Your hips ground you into my mouth and My tongue moved and licked trying to find every drop of your precious honey. Shuddering through first one, then a second orgasm I thought I would drown in you.
Then you collapsed on top of me, your tongue making lazy trips up and down my length as I kissed and licked all of you I could reach. After what seemed an eturnity of heavenly molding together you sighed and turned and layed your head on my chest. As you lay there and I stroked your hair I felt a tear fall to my skin.
Pulling your face to mine I kissed you gently, and asked, “Why are you crying?”
You stared into my eyes and whispered, “Because I know that when I tell you what comes next you will push me away in fear and revulsion.”
I kissed you again and said, “You think I didn’t feel the fangs? Well I did, the first time we kissed. I know what comes next and if it’s the last thing I feel so be it. Nothing can ever feel the same after this.”
Your eyes filled with tears as you stammered, “You think I’m going to kill you?… Oh god no!… I just have to take enough to regain my strength… I’d never hurt you!”
“I misunderstood… please forgive my ignorance,” I whispered, kissing the tears away.
“But… you would have let me?” you asked in shock.
“Yes… I’ve already been to heaven.”
I felt your nail trace a line along my throat and a soft wet kiss. It was followed by that sound, and the most perfect orgasm I have ever had. It seemed to last forever and was followed by a warm black contentment.
The End
Remembering Skye
Today i knew would be long hard day for Him so i had used my key to let myself in. This was not something i did often for normally i would wait for His call. That afternoon i had shopped for the ingredients for dinner which would be His favorite meal. Dinner was in the oven baking, and i had just finished picking up around His place when i heard Him in the hallway.
Quickly i went to kneel up by the doorway to await Him. Downward i looked towards the floor, my heart skipping a beat as the door opened and He walked through the door. His gaze, i felt upon me. Out of the corner of my eye, i could see a sheepish grin and i knew that He was pleased to find me there.
The smell of dinner baking brings a smile to His face and He asks me when it will be ready. Softly i tell him it will be done soon and He nods. I tell Him that He has time to shower while it finishes.
He gives me a playful tap on my bottom and i follow Him to the bathroom. He smiles as He sees that I have all ready laid out things for Him. Without a word, i turn the shower on for Him adjusting the temperature to what He prefers. He tosses His shirt at me while my back is turned and i stifle a laugh. The imp, i can see just below the surface and i smile.
i turn around to finish undressing Him, and gently push Him in the direction of His awaiting shower. He wraps His arms around me and softly kisses my lips. Another playful tap on my bottom lets me know to go and finish preparing things for dinner.
Dinner is waiting for Him on the table and i wait for Him to ask me to join Him. With a gesture of His hand, i know that He wants me to join Him and we sit down to eat.
At the end of dinner, i cleared the table and poured Him a glass of wine as i saw to the cleaning up. He sat down to watch a program as i finished in the kitchen. i could see a look in His eyes that told me this night had just begun for U/us.
When i was done in the kitchen i kneeled up on the floor beside his feet. He finished His glass of wine as I massaged His feet. It wasn’t something He had asked of me but i knew it would help Him to relax. He set the glass down before me on the coffee table and tapped me on the shoulder to turn towards Him. He patted on the seat next to Him and meant for me to join Him there.
i tried not to show a smile but one escaped me none the less. He laughed and looked at me with a look i had come to know so well. Letting the minx in me show was sure to be punished and i would just have to await His word. He turned my neck to the side and nipped at me. Oh was my only word that came to mind.
i knew then that my presence here was certainly needed and was to be rewarded after the minx had been contained once more. Without out so much as a word He pulled me to my feet and walked me back to the room where all the toys were kept.
As soon as i had crossed the threshold into the room a blindfold was placed about my head. Something He knew i struggled with, but wanted me to be able to except for it pleased Him to do so. He placed me in the restraints on the bed. The silken cords were placed around each foot and hand. He loved this for if i moved overly much it tightened of its own accord.
i heard the flick of a lighter and knew what was next to come. The anticipation was great and i knew He would not keep me waiting long. i felt the bed shift as He knelt beside me as He slowly dripped wax onto my exposed nipples. The heat of the dripping wax on them made me squirm a bit.
Something He took much joy in and slowly continued until my nipples were hard and encased in wax. i felt Him spread my nether lips and i stifled my sounds as the first drop of wax dropped onto my clit. So intense was the feeling that i squirmed against my restraints. A soft chuckle was heard from Him as I did.
“Be still my dear or they will continue to tighten, and you know I will not loosen them until W/we are through.”
i gave him a nod so He knew i understood him. i felt his gaze upon me as He admired His handiwork with the wax. His hand softly caressed me watching me blossom at His attentions.
“Since you’ve been a minx you’ll stay like this for the night, and I will use you as I please”.
i shuddered a bit at the thought because i knew it meant the blindfold as well. A soft whimper escaped my lips, as i heard those words. He chuckles softy at me and pats me on the arm to reassure me that it will be okay. He makes a few adjustments to the restraints.
He inserts a few favorite toys, a remote controlled vibrator into my pussy and a plug with tail into my ass. He spreads the tail out so that it will tickle and caress my skin if i move. i can feel Him peer down at me and smile at the presentation before Him. He taps me on the shoulder and says that He will be back later to finish this.
I don’t hear him leave the room but i know He has none the less. This will be the challenge being by myself for a time not knowing when He will rejoin me in this room. i know that i will not hear Him reenter this room for He is very quiet, and likes to surprise one. i am left to my own thoughts as i am sure He is finishing up some paperwork He must do.
i do not know how much time passes and as i lie there i am growing more accustomed to this. Without warning or a word, i feel the vibrator turn on and know that soon He will be joining me. It is His way of saying be ready, and i try to contain a smile. I hear a chuckle from the direction of the doorway.
“And still the Minx is not back on her leash, “He says with a sigh.
i know that he is only teasing as He says that. i hear the rustle of a drawer opening and wonder what He is up to. i know i will know soon enough and waits to see what will happen next. The soft cool touch of fur is felt over my skin, and i try to hold back another smile. i know He is going to tease me relentlessly with the bunny fur flogger, a favorite toy of mine.
He flicks it across my skin whipping me with it here and there, and then runs it across my skin. i bite my lip to keep from uttering a sound and squirm a bit in my restraints. He chuckles at me and i can feel him watching how my body reacts to all that He is doing.
Just when i had started to grow accustomed to this He stopped as suddenly as He began. A small pout formed on my face before i realize what i had done. i hear a soft growl and know what is to come next. I feel His teeth upon me biting me here and there.
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With a sigh, He says, “I see that the Minx is still not back on that leash. Why are you testing me so after such a long day?”
He knows i will not utter a reply back to Him for there was no command to answer. He growls at me a bit more removing the toys from my ass and pussy. He adjusts the restraints once more to open me more to Him. I feel His teeth upon me once again as He leaves His mark here and there. i bite my lip as not to utter a sound.
He knows what His biting does to me. My body feels as if it is on fire…waiting for it to be set free or extinguished. i know He will tease me relentlessly know for not containing the minx in me better. He grabs my hair holding me tightly and turns my neck to the side. He bites down hard but does not break the skin.
It sends a wave of pleasure through my body and then i feel His hand playing with my nether folds. His fingers pull and rub at my clit as He waits for that first shudder to escape from me. He need not wait long for my body betrays me and He simply chuckles and gives me a reassuring pat as my juices coat His hand.
i feel the bed move and my body being adjusted to accept Him. His hard cock pushes against the outside of me and without hesitation He is inside. He thrusts long and hard as He claims what is His. His nails rake down my skin leaving tiny marks here and there. He bites and pulls at my hardened nipples.
i think to my self, “Who is being the minx now?”
He is relentless and does not stop until He brought me again. His heavy breath upon my skin as i know He has come to completion himself. i bit my lip to keep a smile from crossing from my lips. Slowly he loosens but doesn’t let go the restraints.
One final adjustment to the blindfold to make sure it is still in its place. The lights are turned out and He curls himself around me to sleep as He draws the covers over us. He pats me one last time and kisses me sweetly on the lips. i fall asleep with Him curled around me.
i awoke in the morning with Him still curled around me. i felt Him stir as i slowly began to awaken. i felt Him nuzzle against me as He sometimes does in His sleep when i am here with Him. He reaches around me and undoes the restraints and the blindfold.
He tenderly kisses me on the lips and tells me that i have done very well. With a tap on my bottom, he tells me to go take care of my morning routine and to return to Him promptly. i do as He asks and kneel up beside the bed when i return. i wait for Him to acknowledge my return, and He does with a tap on the bed which means to join Him there.
He tells me to kneel at attention and to wait right there. i wonder what He is up to. i hear the front door unlock and open. my heart starts to race as i don’t know what He is up to. He walks back into the room and i can see that someone was at the door. i’m not sure what He has in mind at this moment but i know that He won’t keep me waiting for long to find out.
He told her to kneel up beside me on the bed. He then look at me and began to speak, “minx, this is skye. she is the new pet I have been telling you about. she is your reward for having done as I asked of you. she is to follow your orders as if they are Mine.”
my heart raced at this news. i was generally had not been the top to any of His before now. i knew that this was a test in itself. He had wanted to see my Dominant side that keeps slipping out now and then.
He pats the bed again and we both look at Him. He tells us both that He must go out for a bit but will return in a few hours. In the mean time, i am to collect my reward however i see fit. i am told which toys i am allowed access to. my heart is racing because i know He really means for this to be.
He tells me to wait until i hear him leave and to remain kneeling until so. i can hear her heart racing as well. i know she is not new to this lifestyle but new to Him…and well to me as well. It was not unusual for Him to introduce me to a pet of His.
Finally we both hear Him leave and i wait for the sound of His truck leaving before i say a word to her. i stare into her bright blue eyes as i look upon her face and quickly realize why He calls her skye. It suits her well.
i softly caress her face and pull her into a kiss. i whisper in her ear and tell her that she is going to enjoy this as much as i. i pat the center of the bed and motion for her to lie down. i gently place her in the restrains. i lean down and ask her for her safe word which she freely gives me.
i grin as i pick up the bunny fur and run it along her skin. she moves a bit against the restraints and i tell to lie still. she confesses that would be hard since she is ticklish most places. i get a huge grin on my face as i continue touching her body with the rabbit fur. she continues to squirm in the restraints.
i lean down and place soft kisses her and there on her body. i run my hand between her legs to see how well she has been taught and am pleased to find her wet. i nip and scratch at her skin, while softly stroking her clit with my fingers. she strains a bit at the restraints.
i whisper in her ear and tell her to just lay back and enjoy. i slowly work her into a frenzy using my fingers and then my tongue on her clit. she squirms all the more as the restraints get a bit tighter.
i stop just short of orgasm knowing that neither of us is allowed to cum without His permission. i curl up next to her after i undo the restraints and snuggle close. i tell her to relax and take a nap with me.
she eagerly complies because she knows as well as i that the day has really just begun. He returns in a few hours and finds you curled up together. He smiles and leans over to caress us both. He asks me one question and smiles when i answer him.
He replies with, “That’s my good girl, minx. I think skye will be your play mate from now on.”
I simply smile at him and await his next command.
The End
My China Doll
I’m an over-40 manager at a small marketing research firm. I keep myself in good shape and look younger than I am. I date much younger women whenever I can - they are sexy, fresh, and open to my particular tastes in sex and interaction. I love to teach them sexual techniques, and I have enjoyed being a sexual mentor with a number of young ladies half my age.
This is the story of one of these younger women. She’s a lovely Chinese girl named Lanni, about 20 years old. Very petite and young looking. When I say very petite, I mean really small, but very well proportioned. The fact that she’s old enough to be sexual without risk of guilt, yet looks somewhat too young, is an incredible turn on.
Mind you, she doesn’t look anything like a “little girl,” but like a teen aged beauty. Like she’s maybe 16. Sweet little 16: She has a body that’s developed and shapely. Just… small.
Lanni works for me as a canvaser in a midwestern college town. She’s an economics major looking for some extra money.
When she saw her, and the quality of her presence, I couldn’t believe my luck, this tiny, gorgeous Asian beauty would be taking orders from ME?! However, when she started to work here, I really honestly buried my potential distraction in work, not really thinking about her at all. She’s done great work and people like her.
Some of the guys here are very obviously charmed by her but like me have seemingly kept it at the level of interacting with a lovely charming girl. Nobody is being lecherous. She doesn’t inspire that sort of behavior - she’s very innocent.
However, a trainer such as myself, however, might have a few things in mind….
Over the last couple days I have rekindled my interest in her - purely in a daydream sort of way, just fantasy. What would it be like to be intimate with such a sweet, petite, beautiful hot Asian princess? How much experience does she have? Is she curious about a wise older man like me? Would she want training?
Has she ever felt the pulsating thrust of a big cock… in her hands, her mouth, her pussy? Has she ever felt a loving tongue on her pussy? Has she every felt jets of cum splashing on her chest, into her hands, or into her mouth? Goodness, she could learn so much from me.
I have looked fleetingly at her hands, and mouth, wondering what they would look like if I had my wish….
My mind wandered toward the idea of having my way with her as I jacked off last night. The scenario was interesting….
She wants some educational advice after work, or help with her time card, and we end up with having coffee. During the conversation she just starts resting her hand on my thigh to make a point. In the heat of the moment, I take her little hand, kiss it, telling her how pretty she is, and then gently but firmly bring it to my swelling crotch and place it on my rigid jeans.
My hand completely covers hers, and I keep my hand over hers so she can’t pull away, but there is no resistance. I can tell you that just the thought of feeling that small but lovely lady’s hand on my cock makes me hard and full of lust.
She takes in a breath of shock at the sizable cock pulsing under my clothes. I tentatively remove my hand, expecting her to pull away. But she doesn’t. In fact, she gently squeezes, testing my firmness, almost unconsciously.
She awkwardly pets the growing bulge, turning her hand this way and that to cup my full balls, rub and pat the thick snake, and look intensely at it. I am in utter heaven, feeling and watching her touch me. She looks up at me and smiles shyly. She’s clearly aroused, flushed, but unprepared for what to do next.
“Do you like to touch me there?” I ask.
“It’s nice.”
“It is indeed. You have a lovely touch.”
“Thank you.”
I ask her if she would like to learn how to handle what is in my pants, to truly know what to do. She nods as if in a trance. Does she want to learn the art of pleasure - both hers and the man she’s with?
“Yes,” she says, quietly, with conviction.
“Would you like me to teach you myself?”
“Please, Ron. Teach me, please. "
“It will take dedication, my dear.”
“Please teach me, I want to learn from you.”
“Are your panties wet, Lanni, with your excitement?”
“Yes, they are wet, Ron.”
I tell her that we must go somewhere private, so we end up at her place. Sitting on her couch, I invite her to sit on my knee. I begin to touch her breasts and kiss her. She melts into my arms, helpless with lust.
Her face, flush again, has some fear in it. She is frightened. I am charmed by her fear. It brings out an animal protectiveness in me. I want to care for this pretty lovely flower.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
My cock is lewdly tenting in my jeans. I must feel her hands on my shaft. Kneeling before her face, I bring her hands to my pants again and show her how to unzip me and bring out my manhood. She’s very inexperienced but I don’t mind; in fact, I love that she needs to be shown what to do.
The look in her eyes when she sees my cock, erect and thrust straight up in the air, is one of wonder and astonishment. She finishes pulling off my pants and briefs and I am naked in front of this pretty young thing. I guide her pretty hands to me and, at my urging, she will clutch my cock in her tiny hands, feeling it pulsate, feeling it throb, and begin sliding those hands up and down the shaft as she gazes in wonder at its size and girth.
It is so amazing to see this petite girl grasp my cock in her hands, like a baseball bat, that I want to start fucking her hands now, but somehow call upon all of my willpower to resist, as I know I’d shoot a streamer of thick, hot cum a foot long, lacing her sweet face and ending the moment there.
While the idea of shooting cum onto her innocent face is intriguing, and may be explored later, right now I need to keep my composure, to make this encounter last. One doesn’t have a Lanni every day!
So to distract myself, and her, I’ll instruct her to observe the pulsing movement of my balls. They are heavy with seed, so I tell her to watch them as they sway and jostle at her tugging.
I have her bring her face close to my writhing orbs, and tell her to breath in and take in my masculine scent. I’ll ask her to give my balls one short, sweet kiss. The sensation of her virgin mouth on my full, hanging swaying nuts is incredible. I feel like a king, a master of all women, when this delicate lady honors me this way. And I feel honored to be the first to feel her mouth there.
She’s a good girl, and will make a perfect harem lover once she is trained. I ask her for another kiss right there on my balls. There’s a good girl.
I can tell she is turned on to a fever pitch by the first kiss, and seeing her pelvis move slightly on the second one confirms my suspicions. She is ready to cum already.
I whisper, “You are very beautiful, sweetheart, this erection is thanks to how pretty you are.”
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I hold her face to mine and give her a sweet kiss on her lips as her hands continue to tug on my throbbing shaft.
I bring her focus back up top, guiding her mouth towards the tense, moist head of my cock, literally twitching, and when I’ve assured her that it’s ok, she will bring her hot little tongue to the head and run it along the slit tentatively.
I tell her again to take in my scent, the scent of male arousal. I groan in complete lust, resting my hand on her head and pushing, helping her take more of me into that pretty mouth. I can’t help moving in and out a little, anticipating a full-on mouth fuck.
She can’t take much of me, which is ok. The site of this 20 year old China doll with my cock stretching and filling her sensuous mouth, while most of it is still not even close to being taken in, is an image of such loveliness.
At some point, of course, I would tell her to lick my balls and put them completely in her mouth, explaining to her how good it feels and how much I need that feeling. I would work up to the point, of course, where she would be encouraged to explore below my balls as well, and probe and lick there like a good girl. There is plenty of time for that most intimate training. She is a young innocent right now. She will learn all of the secrets soon enough.
I hesitate to begin thinking what it would be like to be the first real man to take her, to bring the length of my cock up to her slender, pretty spread legs and view the discrepancy in our sizes.
It might actually terrify her to see me bring my erection up to her pussy. To know that my cock could frighten a pretty girl is an incredible turn on. I’m an older man with a petite 20 year old Asian hottie laying spread legged under me, her pussy thrust forward, awaiting her first real grownup fuck. I’m the luckiest man alive at that moment.
She clutches my huge erection awkwardly again, and again the sensation of such a lovely delicate hand barely reaching around the circumference is intense and lust inducing. I do sense her fear now. How is THAT going in THERE?
To soften the idea of taking all of me in, I bring my cock forward and have her suck me again. I move against her pretty mouth, have her hold my balls in her palm, feeling them spill over her little hand.
Without my even asking she instinctively finds my hole and sends her middle finger up into me. I squeeze against it, which makes her moan. Good girl. She quickens her prodding of my backside while I fuck her mouth with just the first couple of inches of me.
“Get me real wet, Lanni,” I whisper. “Lick and suck me like a good little cocksucker, my pet.”
Before I get a little too far along and spill my seed too soon, I back down and rest the length of my truncheon on her delicious tummy. My balls hang full and loaded, down against her sexy, smooth slit, while my stiff, firm and fully extended length stretches more than halfway up her flat belly. My shaft twitches and throbs against her smooth skin…. which I see she notices.
“Imagine this inside you, Lanni, sliding deeply into you. Are you ready?…”
Her eyes widen in fear and lust as I back up and bring the fat head of my hard cock against her glistening lips.
“Pull yourself apart for me, sweetheart, and touch yourself.”
The way she shyly rubs of her little clit, along with the sensation of my huge cock head pushing against her, sparks her first orgasm. Her pelvis bucks sweetly against my big shaft as she cries out. She gushes a little sweet cream, lubricating me just enough to allow me to enter her. Perhaps an inch of me, barely the head of my cock, is now past the portal and feeling the paradise of her tight pussy.
“There’s plenty more to go, Lanni, cum for me again and I can give you more.”
The dirty talk along with her rubbing and the entry of my cock head into her tight little pussy all bring her to her second, hip-flexing orgasm.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and pet her hair and give her a kiss. “You’re beautiful. I love fucking you, sweetheart.” This brings her another orgasm, and more of that sweet luscious cream runs down my cock shaft and makes me slick.
I slide in another inch and she cries out.
“It hurts, but it feels so good, too,” she whispers.
“That’s my girl. It might hurt a little, but it will feel good too.”
As I work my cock into this petite girl, I hold her behind her back and lift her up to a sitting position while I squat facing her. I instruct her to see if she can reach my balls. She can, and clutches and squeezes them. I tell her how good it feels and not to stop.
“Can you reach back there, Lanni?”
“I’ll try. "
“That’s it.” She works her middle finger into me again as I continue to burrow deeper into her. This lovely little Asian angel is fucking like a sweet piece of ass, and playing with my ass at the same time. It’s almost more than I can endure without instantly spurting my big load into her little hole.
Finally I have about three inches of my length in her and cannot resist thrusting into her any longer. I begin to pull out almost all the way, and sliding back in, and though she cries out she begs me not to stop.
Giving my asshole a rest, she plays with my big balls while I begin to work a little more of my length into her with each thrust. I can feel her warm breath on my chest, each exhale as I slide into her. She begins to lick and suck on my nipples, hanging onto my shoulders and breathing and panting hard.
Finally, even though there is still some of me remaining, I bottom out in her cunt and bump her uterus.
When I’ve reached a rhythm of fucking her little pussy, I tell her to look down where we are coupled. The site of my huge cock sliding into her petite frame sends her over the edge, and her cries out in sensuous ecstasy as she cums repeatedly.
“Oh, Ron, what an unbelievable stud you are! You are so fucking good, I hope I’ve been a good girl, oh Ron….”
Her sweet innocent voice, emitting these heartfelt sensuous wishes, along with her clutching grip on my balls, brings me over the edge and I let loose with a load of cum into her that pulsates a dozen or more times, a throbbing squirting pulsation that fills her, bubbles past my cock and, and drips from my draining balls.
We lie together in the half-light of evening, her cradled in my arms. I have finally found my China doll. Even though I spent a huge load of cum just moments before, I am still hard and need her pretty mouth. I get to my knees and gently but firmly grab her hair.
“Lanni, sweetheart, we aren’t finished just yet, love.”
The End
Meeting Like This
“Should we stop meeting like this?”
“I hope not. Do you think we should?” She smiled and advanced towards him hesitantly, aware that her gown seemed far more décolleté than she had ever intended.
“I did not have cessation in mind,” he smiled back, as keenly aware of the frailties of that red garment as she was. “In another time and another place, someone might have said “Of all the arms in all the world, you have to walk into mine…by order.”
“The order is yours sir and no one else’s.”
“And this tuxedo is not borrowed from Rick’s bar, pet.”
“And yet I believe that you are ready to play again sir?” She smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand affectionately. “Would you care to lead me to the bedroom?”
“I’m ready to lead you there,” he nodded, “and I’m touched that you clutched…”
“And sucked and licked and nursed?” She ventured, pushing her white gloved hand into his arm and clutching slightly tighter, “until he bucked and kicked and …a rhyme for nursed?”
“Well, it would not be the first…time she licked and nursed…and sucked so she’d dispel…the myth she didn’t do it well,” he suggested. “Though it may be the first time you have been permitted to walk to my chamber.”
“I haven’t heard that myth, but I’m glad it’s dispelled.”
“The myth of you crawling to pleasure me?”
“No the myth of my under-performance, sir.”
“They are both low rumours…”
“Ahhh?”
“…Circulated at knee level,” he explained as he ushered her into a large and not unfamiliar bed chamber. The thick velour curtains were drawn and the only light came from candles flickering on two bedside tables on either side of a large bed and on a mantlepiece above the embers of an almost extinguished fire.
“Touché”
He leant down, knelt before her on a the thick pile rug and kissed her stockinged knee, looking up at her with a slightly wicked smile.
“And miraculously, the pain disappears,” she grinned down at him.
“But not before the stocking goes,” he retorted, unclipping it from her garter and slowly rolling it down. “You have permission to step out of the pumps, pet.”
“Cinderella must pay after the ball?”
“Cinders will have another ball or two, if she acts appropriately inappropriately.”
“And yet my lovely white heels match these gloves so perfectly.”
“You also have permission to lose the gloves.”
“Then I can only oblige you sir,”
“Your obligation is a given, pet.”
“My obedience is a given, sir,” she countered and stepped out of first one shoe and the other. His hands reached up to loosen her other garter and she was soon bare legged from the knee length skirt downwards.
“The contact of my palm on your upper leg is also a given, though the force of the contact may very with the degree of sass, you offer up to me.”
“I will moderate my comments to my threshold then and will stop studying for my bachelors in cheekiness for the present time.”
“Are you sure you should?”
“I think you may be about to tell me why I should not, sir,” she said lifting one foot and then the other off the ground, so he could strip off her stockings.
“Lift the skirt of that dress, girl.”
“Yes sir.”
“Spread the legs.”
“Yes…si… ouch! What was that for – ouch – and that?”
“It was to remind you that after a few slaps, I might need to enquire if your inner thigh hurting too?”
“Um…why yes…as a matter of fact it is beginning too; and the affected area is spreading to the parts above my inner thigh.”
“Strange – And I haven’t even patted your pussy yet.”
“That’s unusual. It’s quite rare for you to neglect that part of my anatomy, sir.”
“Would a light stroke help at all?”
“I believe a light stroke may be of a great benefit…though I hope you don’t mind if a bit of moisture may rest there as well.”
“Do you think ‘kissing better’ has any therapeutic value in these parts above the inner thigh?”
“I do believe it might, sir – particularly if you relieved me of my underwear.”
“I do like stripping you,” he chuckled and looked up at her.
“I know you do,” she smiled, as she held her skirt up higher and felt his fingers slipping into the band of her knickers and drawing them down, watching as she kicked the white cotton away to join gloves, shoes and stockings. “It’s as if you are stealing the tattered remnant of my innocence again.”
“Tattered seems harsh.”
“True and the clothes you allowed me to acquire were hardly tat.”
“You have no innocence when it comes to purchasing clothing.”
“You deprived me of all my innocence when you offered me free use of your credit cards, sir.”
“I was just trying to support the economy.”
“And the econmy does fluctuate, sir.”
“Let’s just say the economy is less prone to fluctuations than either your innocence or your morality.”
“Is the white innocence moral when offsetting red silk?” She questioned as they both stared at the discarded pile of white lingerie and accesories for a moment. “It seems more innocent and moral on its own.”
“And are you feeling less innocent now?”
“I am feeling distinctly moist, sir.”
“So you are, pet. It’s quite interesting how a finger slides more fluidly there as your fluids gathered.”
“But surely it is not unexpected – oh!”
“Certainly not – did you enjoy un-expecting the first joint of my finger in your sex?”
“It was certainly worthy of a frisson, sir.”
“I am told that the tongue extended is a grand way of clearing residual moisture.”
“Is it?”
“There is a rumour to that effect and don’t feign innocence in that regard.”
“Would I do such a thing, sir?”
“You would. And yet this place seems to abound with rumours - perhaps we could seek to validate it too?” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at her with a slightly insane grin on his face.
“You are quite in your element as the mad scientist, sir,” she shivered as he began to test out the theory, suppressing a giggle, when he eventually lifted his head and remarked: “It may be ill-founded as it appears to be giving rise to further moisture. Perhaps hands placed beneath the seat of pleasure might make the drying process more effective? What say you pet?”
“I say that perhaps the further moisture is evidence that the healing properties are working as they are supposed to, even if drying was the original goal to be accomplished…”
“What other goal could there be?”
“I would have to rely on your judgment there, sir.”
“Though now you come to mention it, the furled tongue does fit rather neatly in a certain aperture in the vicinity of the groin.”
“Yes…yes… yeeeeesss…it does.”
“And it seems to engender certain warmth in more than one place, it appears, when slowly embedded and flicked back and forth, regaling in the mild, yet creamy taste of a certain person’s arousal.”
“Oh my!”
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“So soft and so natural, darling…”
“I believe you have found an alternate use for your tongue, sir, and you appear to have mastered that use very well.”
“Would you mind lying back on the bed and wrapping your legs around my shoulders, so that I may muster more magical ministrations?”
“Of course not, your command is my wish.”
“Even if the alliteration was hardly erotic…”
“May this girl tell sir a secret?”
“Please do.”
“If you don’t point it out to her, she won’t even notice,” she smiled, falling back on the bed and blowing him a kiss.
“That’s a secret?”
“There is no secret in the fact that you have succeeded in undoing me once more sir.”
“No I sucked clitoris. The sucked seed is to be spent later.”
“Oh…oh…”
“I’m not entirely sure of its final resting place yet.”
“As always, that is your decision.”
“But, if you unzipped your gown and discarded your brassiere, your tits might tempt me,” her murmured crudely. She smiled up at him, turned to one side and began to comply ever so slowly.
“You have breasts to be displayed woman. Display them.”
“How could you not notice that I already have, sir?” She responded teasingly, lifting her unclipped bra up in one hand and discarding it in the best impression of a stripper that a semi-prone woman could provide.
“You will be turned over and caned in a moment, girl.”
“Yes sir,” she smiled, “I wonder why that remark made me shiver, as well?”
“It could have been the warm breath released when I uttered it.”
“It must have been, sir.”
“Or was it the fingers dipped in the champagne bucket, before being applied to your nipples?”
“Or that, sir.”
“Or it could be the way, I am about to tell you to stand, and let the dress pool around your feet to leave you naked for whipping.”
“That must be it, sir.”
“I may even join you by taking off this collar.”
“You surely won’t take my collar, please?” She blanched, eyes wide and pupils enlarged with a real anxiety.
“No, this shirt collar.”
“You are so daring, sir. Will you undo your cuffs next?”
“I will undo your mischievous proclivities with the white cotton panties from that pile stuffed in your mouth in a moment.”
“You know how to make a girl feel owned and demeaned. Shall I fetch them for you?”
“No - just think of it as showing you a good time, pet.”
“I’ll do my best sir.”
“Now back on that bed. I have cunt to caress.”
“Please don’t be so rude,” she squealed as he pushed her back. She attempted to bat her arm at him in a forlorn attempt to smack his cheek, but she lost her balance and ended up sprawled on the bed.
“Spread your legs, cunt.”
“Yes sir.”
“Pull the labia apart.”
“Yes sir.”
“Prepare it for me,” he smiled and watched as she slathered her index finger up and down the soaking sex. “I intend to render you utterly helpless.”
“Shouldn’t that be followed by an eery laugh or a baritone chuckle, sir?”
“You have been reading too many bodice rippers, pet.”
“I don’t have a bodice on for you to rip now sir.”
“True - but you have an arse to be caned.”
“You won’t hurt me, will you sir?”
“I might, but you will rejoice, knowing you have pleased me.”
“Yes, I will rejoice, sir,” she repeated in a rather morose tone. “Shall I fetch the implement sir?”
“Cheer up. It may never happen.”
“Never sir? Never, ever, ever?”
“Well not until a good deal of devious licking of your clitoris has ensued.”
“That’s some compensation, I suppose.”
“You will be compensated as and when I see fit, girl.”
“I know sir.”
“Your compensation rests in your servitude. Vermouth or Southern comfort?”
“Water will do, sir. I don’t need any other stimulation.”
“There is water in your bowl by the curtains. Have something stronger.”
“If you please sir, may this girl have you?”
“With or without?”
“With.”
“More ice pet?”
“Are you trying to confuse me with contradictory terms and sensations?”
“No, I simply like the way cubes of ice, begin to melt on contact with your warm flesh and drip rivulets of chill water down your belly. Now lie back like a good cunt.”
“Yes sir.”
She stared up at the ceiling watching the flickering shadows in the candle light, trying to hold still and trying to anticipate his next move. She couldn’t manage it once he began touching her again and brought more ice into the equation. He watched her shoulders shake and her breasts tremble with a double shiver, rubbing her sex slowly with two extended fingers: “Two ice cubes, two rivulets, two shivers, two fingers.”
“Well…I know how you like symmetry, sir,” she said, letting a small gasp escape her lips as he allowed one cube slide down to the whorl of her belly; and another as he followed through by lowering his head and clamping his lips against her puffy labia; before releasing them and flicking his tongue expediently against the bud to possess her mons once more.
She felt the soft, almost feminine penetration take hold of her, as her fingers twined in his hair, whispering: “God”
“And yet,” he continued, releasing his tongue and replacing them with those two already sticky fingers, “it is a possession all the same - an occupation of that which has been his all along, isn’t it pet?”
“Yes sir.”
“A possession that demands you are to be rolled over onto your belly, so you may bury your head in the pillow as you are pushed her up and exposed to a more forceful assault.”
“I am unresisting, sir.”
“Of course you are, pet,” he concurred as he knelt up behind her, unzipped his pants, opened his boxers and pressed his dry hardness against and then into her sex in one fierce and decidedly masculine shove.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself parted and made his once more, her hair tugged back, lifting her head up, so she could proclaim her agreement with the loud exhalation of her sibilant consent: “yessssssss!”
“This is a decidedly straight-forward match,” he owned as he spanked her flanks firmly while she met his thrust with her own. “Isn’t it girl?”
“Most…decidedly…sir… a perfect…fit…mirroring…one another…her scabbard…and sir’s…sword,” she panted as she half turned for the kiss, wanting him to see the lust in her eyes and finding her breast molded in his still cool palm. “Know that…this service…is coupled…with complete…adoration…master…”
“Coupled would be the operative word, though I trust adoration is the focus and that completeness is the objective.”
“It feels…complete sir,” she agreed, pressing back and seeking to draw him in deeper. “I hope this scabbard is sending tiny contractions up and down your weapon. I do so want to make you smile in delight.”
“I shall resist the urge to spurt a smiley face on your backside when I come, pet.”
She giggled and reached back, trying to smack him with her palm, almost toppling over in her efforts and only succeeding in smacking her own bottom.
“You know what, pet?”
“I don’t, but I know that you are going to educate me, sir,” she smiled and paused in her movement, holding still so that he could glide in and out of her effortlessly, enjoying the sounds of their connection in the shadowy bedroom.
“One smack is so lonely on its own.”
“Oh no, no, no, really, it isn’t - it is more than sufficient.”
“You’re lucky that it’s nearly your supper time.”
She smiled.
“And that I’m feeling lazy…”
“What is your pet going to have for dinner sir?”
“I thought a mouthful of cum would make a good hors d’oeuvres.”
“And what will you prepare for afters, sir?”
“There is another fluid that will be available to you once I have softened a little.”
“You can be so coy sir.”
“You can be my bitch, pet.”
“Thank you. Then why not take your pleasure in your bitch as she sups and sucks, as the case may be.”
“Happen as I might, but right now I should withdraw.”
“Yes sir.”
“And you should find yourself once more crouching at my feet.”
“Yes sir.”
“Mouth ready to be filled…belly contented… mind-set fully alert to the fact that we will be meeting again and again and again like this.”
The End
A Permanent Employee
My name is Claire. I am 28, single, reasonably attractive with a nice trim and fit body. I am 5ft 4in tall and weigh 120 lbs. I have with a nice pair of natural 34b tits with very sensitive nipples and a nice round ass that various boyfriends have loving punished as they were burying their cocks in my very appreciative cunt. I had just started my new job as a secretary/bookkeeper in a one girl construction company office. I really liked my job, there was not a lot of pressure and Dan, my boss was really nice. In fact, even though he was married, I had fantasized about him more than once. As I said, the office was very small; most of the employees were out in the field with the exception of the three guys who worked in the shop behind the office. This is a story about how I became a permanent employee. My apologies to all the HR types who go around looking for sexual harassment in the workplace. Actually, studies show that a whole lot of hanky-panky goes on every day on the job—and I am sure that the vast majority is the result of hormones colliding in confined spaces. In this case, I was the aggressor and it resulted in some of the best sex at the time and into the present.
After I had been at the job for about six weeks, I happened to need to go back to the shop for some office supplies that were stored there. I overhead Mark & Billy talking.
“What do you think of the new office girl,” asked Mark
“She seems nice and she’s pretty cute and has a nice body from what I’ve seen,” replied Billy “Do you think she’s a permanent employee yet?”
Mark was confused, “What are you talking about, she’s only been here six weeks, how could that be permanent?”
“Oh, I sure you’ve head that the secretary is not permanent until she is screwed on the desk,” laughed Billy
They both seemed to get a big kick of this, willing volunteering to do the job themselves even if it meant doing it more than once. As I was between boyfriends, I made a mental note to keep this in mind since from casual observation they both seemed to have the tool necessary to do the job. The more I thought about it, I decided that in all fairness Dan should have the first shot at the job, since he was my boss. How was I going to go about this without getting myself fired rather than laid?
I thought that if I paid special attention to my hair and makeup, wore a sexy perfume and blouses that were subtle yet reveling, nature would take its course. From past experience, I knew that my sensitive nipples, which easily became very pronounced when I was the least little bit aroused, would play a big part in my plan. Not many guys miss the hint when they see a woman’s nipples poking through her top, especially while she looks them in the eye while licking her lips. It’s really not fair; almost any woman can get laid just about anytime she wants without much effort. Oh well, I guess I will just have to bear this burden.
I knew that I would have to be careful not to appear too easy, if my seduction were to work. The only problem was that this whole idea was making me so horny that I had to replace the batteries in my ‘special friend’ on a frequent basis.
The first few times that I arrived at work with my new plan in action, Dan didn’t seem to notice. Then one morning he said, “You sure do look nice today.”
“Thank you kind sir, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” I replied with a big smile and a wink. Several days later, I ‘accidentally’ stumbled and brushed against him while we were working on a report. I am sure he saw and felt my hard nipples since I was wearing a fairly sheer blouse and wearing my best nipple-less bra. “I’m sorry, it must be these new shoes,” I said while giving him my best puppy dog look while biting my lip.
“Claire, you certainly don’t have to apologize, I don’t mind at all being close to you,” he replied as he brushed his hand on my cheek.
I knew that was true as I glanced down at the front of his pants at the evidence. I knew then that it wouldn’t be long before I had my hand in his pants.
The next day he was standing very close behind me as I was sitting at my desk. I knew he could smell my sexy perfume and soon I could feel him gently stroking my neck. Soon, he began to kiss my neck with little baby kisses. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to throw caution to the wind. I swiveled around in my chair, looked him directly in the eye, licked my lips and said, “Boss, you’d better kiss me right now!”
Dan looked surprised for a moment before saying, “Anything to please,” and kissed me gently at first before really getting into the spirit. We hungrily kissed for several minutes as he bent down while I still sat in my chair. Since my face was at his crotch level. I soon became aware of his very aroused state.
“Boss, you seem to have a real swelling going on, I wonder if there is anything I can do about it?” I said as I reached up pulled down his zipper, reached in his pants and pulled out a very nice semi-erect dick. I flicked out my tongue and tasted the pre-cum leaking from the nice purple mushroom head. Soon, with a little help from my hands he was fully erect.
As a girlfriend of mine always said, “If you can wrap both your hands around it, and there is a just a little left over, then anything over that is just excess, since it’s more than you can get in your mouth at one time.”
His cock was just right the right size as I soon found out as I deep-throated him right down to his balls. I continued sucking him and playing with his balls, occasionally sticking my finger in his ass, massaging his prostrate.
“Claire, if you keep that up I am going to cum,” Dad gasped
“Baby, I mean Boss, that is exactly the point,” I managed to say between slurps
“Claire, you can call be any thing you want as long as you keep doing that,” he groaned
“OK Baby, get ready to cum, and don’t you dare pull your cock of my mouth when you are ready to cum, I’m not willing to work this hard without my reward.” (Have I mentioned that I LOVE the smell, the texture and taste of cum?)
The blast-off was every bit as good as I had hoped and I hungrily swallowed every drop. Dan kissed me after he recovered and I am sure he could taste himself on my lips but he didn’t seem to mind at all.
I helped Dan out of his clothes and he helped me out of mine as we moved the action into his private office. We sat on the couch, kissing, petting and playing with each other. He sucked my extremely hard nipples, fingered my cunt and did a fantastic job of licking and sucking my clit causing several explosive orgasms.
It wasn’t long before he had another very nice hard-on. “Baby, I think it’s time you made me a permanent employee,” I said as I looked him in the eye licked my lips and winked wickedly.
“What do you mean?” he asked
“Well, according to Mark and Billy, a secretary is not permanent until screwed on the desk,” I answered in my sexiest voice
“We’ll take care of that right away,” He smiled as he picked me up and carried me out to the outer office to screw me on my desk and make me officially a permanent employee.
And that is how I became a permanent and well satisfied employee. I wonder if Mark and Billy would like to make it unanimous? I will have to look into that.
The End
I Like To Watch
I like to watch other men fuck my wife. We’ve been doing it for years. It turns us on.
Back when it started, I told her, “I’m totally involved in everything or we don’t do it.”
She’d agreed; she’d been the one to bring it up. “I want to fuck other people, but I want you there too.”
It seemed too good to be true. “And what if I want to have sex with other women?”
“That’s the idea. We do whatever we want, but always come home and fuck our brains out after.”
I said yes. At first we went to swinger’s parties, but weren’t comfortable in more aggressive settings. The lifestyle resort was a disaster too. We discovered, quite by accident, hotel bars were fantastic for meeting men eager to fuck another man’s wife.
I would have preferred to switch it up. Though we’d agreed the sex was to be anything goes, my wife was surprised to discover a prohibitive jealous streak—she couldn’t deal with another woman in the equation. We tried several times before turning exclusively to men. I discovered the thrill of watching because of the first one.
Young, rough around the edges, he was a blue-eyed cowboy out of place in the downtown Dallas hotel bar. He was killing time until his room was ready and desperately wanted a shower. We told him about the whirlpool as big as a pond in our suite.
He knew the score. “One thing. I’m not into dudes. I’ll fuck your wife all night long, but you don’t do anything but watch. Try anything weird and I’m gone,” he said in the elevator on the way up.
We agreed, eager after months of thwarted attempts.
If it turned out one of us couldn’t handle it, we had only to say the word and it’d be over.
He stripped, winking at me when he settled into the steaming tub my wife prepared. He was a cocky little fucker. Sexy as hell.
My wife captured my hand and pulled it under her short skirt. She was slick with excitement, swollen.
I nudged her toward him.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I sat on a chair facing the tub, nursing a scotch.
My wife took off her clothes, slow like the cowboy had, and joined him in the whirlpool. She added bubble bath first, letting the cowboy see her from every angle. His cock stiffened and bobbed atop the water. She was shy and a little giggly until he began to stroke it.
He touched himself as if he were alone, spreading his thighs and taking his time about it. This was the first explicitly sexual move anyone made and it seemed to take everyone but the cowboy by surprise. I sat up higher in my chair, leaning forward. My wife’s mouth made a fuckable bull’s-eye as she reached for him. She took him in hand and stroke-sucked him into an orgasm that came quick and hard, leaving them both panting and the floor covered in soapy water.
He was young and had not lied when he said he could fuck her all night.
At one point he said, “You can jerk off, dude, if you want to.”
I wanted to. I did, and came almost instantly.
He fucked her. I watched, surprised by my own intense arousal. It was like live porno starring someone I fucked regularly. I liked it. A lot.
In the morning, we showered, ate, and he left. We never got his last name. My wife and I made love until check out time on Sunday.
It was the beginning.
We did it almost every Saturday night after that. Our private sex life had never been better.
Tonight was pretty much the same, except it’s Tuesday. My wife said she had to work late. Nothing unusual lately.
I followed her. She met him in a hotel bar—not one we’d been to together. She knew him. I could tell by the way they said hello, the way they touched.
They checked into room 1408.
I waited until the room service chick left, counting on him opening the door, assuming something must have been forgotten. He did and I was in, gun drawn.
“Mike!” Of course, Janice was startled. “It’s not what you think!”
I laughed. Of course it was. She was in bed, sheets pulled up under her chin.
He was wearing a white robe and sat hastily as I brandished the pistol.
“She said you like to watch!” he said.
“Oh? My invite just got lost in the mail? Sorry for the delay then. Carry on.” I swept the gun over the bed, like a game show host awarding a prize.
They were quiet. Guilty. Afraid.
“Fuck her,” I said.
They stared.
“Fuck!”
They reached for one another tentatively.
“Make it good,” I said.
I thought maybe he’d have a hard time getting it up, but he didn’t. She loosened up too once he’d had his tongue buried in her for a while.
It was different, my emotions made me edgy, not aroused. My cock didn’t respond until he buried his in her. I liked that he fucked her and hated it too.
I watched my wife come, fingers buried between her splayed legs as her lover plowed into her from behind.
I put the gun down. It wasn’t loaded anyway.
When I reached for them, they welcomed me, pulling my clothes off, falling upon me. He hadn’t come yet and was eager. She wanted more. Excited, hopped up on the adrenaline of it all, we thought then only of the pleasure to be had.
It was everything I’d fantasized about, watching my wife fuck the endless stream of men, unable to touch any of them.
After, he left.
My wife and I quietly went about the morning-after business of cleaning up, eating, recovering.
I don’t know what I am going to do about her or our fucked-up marriage.
I still have the gun.
The End