Traveling to Alaska
My sister, Angie, called me two nights ago. Angie had talked to mom and had found out things had gone south between mom and dad so they had filed for divorce. Angie was upset so I got off the phone to call mom.
“Hey, Mom, it’s Kaden,” I said when she answered. “Angie told me about you and dad. Are you all right?”
“Oh, Kaden, I’m fine,” Mom said. “This has been coming for a while I’m sure. We haven’t been in love for years so we decided to go ahead with the divorce. We’re selling the house and splitting everything 50/50. There’s no fighting over who gets what.”
“Okay,” I said. “I thought I’d check on you. Maybe I’ll come see you in a few days and help you move some stuff.”
“I’d like that, Kaden,” Mom said. We talked for a few more moments and then hung up.
I lit a cigarette and then began checking for flights to Anchorage to see mom. She still lived in the same town I had been born and raised in. I left Anchorage after graduating high school and moved to Las Vegas. I got a job working as a security guard in a casino and I’ve done well. I have a very high sex drive and have been screwing around for years. I have many regulars but never get myself tied down to just one person.
Now here I was boarding a flight to Anchorage to go check on mom. I always fly first class and today was no exception. I flirted with women who would obviously flirt back and was ready to screw any of them in an instant. This one girl I flirted with several times in the terminal while waiting for the plane to board was actually on the same flight. I thought that was cool and hoped for a chance to get closer to her during the flight.
This girl looked to be about 5’ 8" tall and about 130 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes. She sat in front of me on the flight and smiled flirtatiously as she made it obviously difficult to store her carry on above her. “Here,” I said. “Let me help you with that.”
I purposefully rubbed against her thigh as I reached to help her with her bag. “Thank you,” she said. “My name is Beth. What’s yours?”
“Kaden,” I said. “Nice to meet you, Beth. Where are you headed?”
“To Anchorage,” Beth said. “My friends and I are meeting there for some fun. Where are you going?”
“Same place,” I said. “Going to help my mother move. She and dad are getting a divorce.”
“Oh, that’s too bad but cool of you to help her,” Beth said. We quit talking as the plane began pull away from the gate and we had to fasten our seatbelts.
I put the earplugs from my iPod in my ears and listened to some music instead of the flight attendant explaining the special flight instructions. I’d heard them before many times in my life so I didn’t care to hear them again. Once we’d been in flight for a while, I noticed Beth turn around and say something.
“I’m sorry,” I said pulling my headphones out. “I didn’t catch that, Beth.”
“I said, I need to use the restroom,” She said. “Do you know where it is?”
I smiled and pointed behind me towards the section dividing the first class from coach. Beth smiled again with an obvious message in the smile. She brushed her ass against my arm as she walked by to go to the restroom. I watched to see which one Beth went into and waited a few more minutes before following. I knocked on the door that said occupied. The door unlocked and I slid it open and inside quickly. Beth smiled as I shut the door behind me and locked it before reaching for her.
Kissing Beth was just as hot as she looked and I began to grope and touch her breasts and her ass through the fabric of her clothes. Beth moaned as I ground myself against her and felt her rub my very hard cock through my jeans. Beth opened her blouse for me and dipped to suckle her breasts as I pulled her bra aside. My jeans were loosened and shoved down along with my briefs and her hand wrapped around my cock. Beth began to stroke me long and hard and I moaned against her breasts at the sensation.
Beth pushed me back and slid to her knees. She looked up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. I moaned again and put my hand to the back of her head. I began to fuck away at her mouth and she took me deep, which is just the way I like it. My other hand reached down and fondled her tit. After a few moments of Beth sucking me off, I pulled her to her feet, turned towards the stool and covered my cock with a condom.
I positioned myself behind Beth, pulled her panties to the side and slammed into her pussy. Beth gasped a bit at the sudden intrusion but I didn’t care as I grabbed her hips and began a hard pound assault on her pussy. With my left hand I roughly grabbed at Beth’s breasts, squeezing and pinching them hard. My right hand went around to the front of her crotch and I began to roughly fondle her clit. Suddenly Beth erupted loudly and I felt her pussy convulsing begging my cock to bang it harder and I did.
When Beth was finished with her orgasm, I pulled out, turned her around and set her on the cover of the stool. I pulled off the condom and shoved my cock back into her mouth. Beth took it as I grabbed the sides of her head and began to fuck away at her mouth. Beth kept up with my quick and hard head banging and soon I erupted into her mouth and some of my spunk leaked out the sides but she swallowed most of it. When I was done I pulled my cock out of her mouth but I wasn’t finished with Beth just yet.
I dropped to my knees and roughly pulled a part Beth’s legs. I shoved my face into her soaked panties and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy. Then I began to lick her through the panties and Beth began to moan, as she became aroused again. After a few moments, I pulled her panties aside and dove back into her pussy shoving my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and fucked her pussy until Beth began to convulse again into another orgasm. I lapped up the juices that flowed until she finally quit.
“That was awesome,” I said. I bent and kissed Beth tasting my cum in her mouth and she her juices on my tongue. “Thanks, hot stuff,” I said. I pulled myself together and left the bathroom and Beth. I returned to my seat and back to a magazine I had found on the way onto the plane.
The End
Service
Chapter One
There were many reasons why John should love that sound, but he still dreaded it. Even after three months, he still shivered with dread every time the door to Mistress Dianna’s room creaked open. He never knew what mood his Mistress would be in. He liked when She was horny or playful, but after his third day here when She’d had an argument with her boyfriend, he trembled at her approach. John listened as the footstep approached the closet in which he was bound, captive and slave to Mistress’ every whim. He steadied himself, knowing what was coming. The door flew open, Mistress Dianna standing in front of his eyes. He looked at the floor.
“It’s time for you to come out of the closet!” she laughed, grabbing a fist full of hair and dragging him into the room. She leant down and undid the handcuffs behind his back. “Is that better?” she asked mockingly.
“Yes Mistress” said John. In fact, it really was better, he hadn’t been let out of those cuffs for about 3 days now and they were really starting to hurt.
John heard Mistress Dianna walk into the closet behind him. “Crawl to the bathroom, slave!” she ordered, “Wait for me once you get there!”
“Yes Mistress” said John. He leant forward onto his recently free hands and winced as he put pressure on them. The circulation was returning and every touch on his palm was like a hot iron pressing against his skin. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom and got into position. He put his head on the floor beside the toilet and put his ass in the air, ready for inspection. If the butt-plug had moved he’d be in trouble.
Mistress Dianna came in about five minutes later and sat on the edge of the tub behind him. “I’m glad that it hasn’t moved,” she said calmly, nudging the plug with her spiked heel, “but I’m a little disappointed that I won’t get to whip you for playing with it this time.”
Each night, when Mistress Dianna put john away in the closet, she would dip the plug in deep heat before sliding it into her slave’s tender ass. Each night, until now, John had been unable to resist the urge to move the plug to ease the sensation, but last night he had held his discipline and put up with the torture.
Mistress Dianna got up and walked to the door. “Do your business, slave” she cackled as she left the room. She never got tired of making him pose in the morning, after ten hours of being sat still in her closet, her slave was always desperate to relive his bowel and bladder, the little delay was great fun for her. John quckly got up and sat on the toilet. He removed the butt-plug and quickly emptied into the bowl. He flushed the toilet and got into the freezing shower, he was only allowed hot water once a week as a reward. He got out of the shower and resumed his position on the bathroom floor.
“I’m glad you’re finished, slave. I need a piss.” Mistress Dianna had been stood behind the door the whole time, enjoying the suffering of her slave. John turned onto his back and opened his mouth wide as Mistress Dianna stepped over him. He grimaced when he saw how bloody her pussy was, she must have just come on. “Drink it all down then clean me up!” she said as she pressed he cunt against his waiting mouth. John drank the tangy fluid as fast as he could to keep up with the steady stream coming from his Mistress. As Mistress Dianna squeezed off the last drops into her slave’s mouth, John was already sliding his tongue into his Mistress’ hole, licking Her pussy clean. He could taste the blood, but he knew better than to stop.
“Very good, slave” said Mistress Dianna, standing up so her slave could breathe a little. She wiped her pussy with some tissue and saw no trace of her period, “I think you might get away without any lashes today. Now get downstairs and fix my breakfast.”
John wiped his face with some tissue and headed on downstairs to prepare breakfast…
Chapter two
John always thought about the same things while he prepared breakfast for his Mistress. He always wondered how he ended up in this position. It’s not that he hated being here, he loved serving his Mistress when She was feeling good, but when She had a bad day, John knew about it.
He cracked some eggs into a pan and started to scramble them.
He thought about his life before this one, working a dead-end job for a company that didn’t care less. Going home at night to a family he barely recognised and spending every evening jacking off at his computer. He was happier now, even while he suffered.
He put some toast under the grill.
He’d met Mistress Dianna in a chat room, she’d suggested meeting up to play. He booked a week off work and told his wife he was going to a conference. That night he was standing at the door of this spacious house a mile from the nearest town. After ringing the doorbell, a beautiful woman came to the door, Mistress Dianna. She ushered him into a warm living room. There was another guy sat on the couch and there was some awful reality show on the TV.
John put the toast on a plate and buttered it. He slid the eggs from the pan onto the toast and put the plate on the table with a knife and fork. He carefully placed a dish over the plate to keep the food warm then knelt down beneath the table.
She’d introduced the guy on the couch as her boyfriend then ordered John to strip. He’d done as instructed without hesitation despite his concerns about Mistress Dianna’s boyfriend being present. “Your first job,” Mistress Dianna had said, “is to keep me happy.” Mistress Dianna had walked around her new toy and inspected him, before pushing him to his knees. She’d moved right in front of her toy’s face. “Your second job,” she’d said with a chuckle, “is to keep my boyfriend happy.” With that, she’d stepped away to reveal her boyfriend standing naked in the middle of the room.
John shuffled back as his Mistress put a bowl of food under her chair and sat down. He leant forward and started taking bites of dog food straight from the bowl as his Mistress rested her feet on his back.
“Did you understand what I said, you stupid little shit?” she’d snarled at her toy, “You have to please him too. Crawl over to his feet and then suck his cock!” This wasn’t what John had signed up for, but he didn’t want to call it quits for the week already. He’d crawled over to the guy, he was about 5'11 and well built, imposing compared to John’s flab. John had then signed his fate.
John licked the last of the dogfood from the bowl and waited patiently for his Mistress to finish. After a moment, he watched as Mistress Dianna scooped her crusts into the dog bowl. There was a big green bogey on one of the pieces, a little “present” for her slave. John got straight into devouring the leftovers.
John had crossed the last line in his morals. He was sucking cock for someone else’s pleasure. He gagged at the thought. It was a big mistake, Mistress Dianna had seen him and had quietly walked up behind him, “You want to gag?” she’d snarled, “Then fucking gag!” with that, she’d slammed her toy’s head forward onto her boyfriend’s nine inch cock and held it there. John had fought for breath, bravely, but started to gag heavily. He’d started to try to fight his way out, but Mistress Dianne was to strong. He’d felt the cum shoot into his throat and had felt the cock getting softer in his mouth.
That was all he remembered of that night. He’d passed out and had woken up bound spread eagle on his Mistress’ bed.
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Chapter three
After breakfast, John made his way back upstairs and drew his Mistress a bath. He then knelt down at the side of the bath and waited. Most of his life was waiting for his Mistress. It frustrated him and his Mistress knew it. After a few minutes, Mistress Dianna came into the bathroom. She was wearing just a towel and a pair of heels. John swiftly undid each shoe then slipped them from his Mistress’ feet. He then sat up and Mistress Dianna draped the towel over his head.
John knelt there while his Mistress bathed, knowing better than to move. Mistress Dianna was done in a few minutes and as she stepped out of the bath, she swept the towel from her slave’s head and patted herself dry. She didn’t allow her slave to do this, he enjoyed it too much. “Shoes!” she barked at her slave. John crawled quickly from the room, back to the closet. He selected the shoes from today’s pigeon hole and, holding the straps in his mouth, crawled back to the bathroom where Mistress Dianna was waiting. He gently slid the stilettos onto his Mistress’ feet, fastening them gently before applying a kiss to each of his Mistress’ toes.
“Well done, slave,” Mistress Dianna said with a smile, “you’ve been so good this morning, I think I’ll let you do the chores today without shackles. You will still wear the shock collar, but you can walk properly today.” With that, Mistress Dianna left the bathroom to get dressed and left her slave to clean up after her. Normally, John would wear steel shackles around his legs with a chain only a foot long to stop him running away. He also wore a shock collar that was as powerful as a tazer and kicked in if he left the house or garden. All of these would be padlocked in place and the key would be taken to work by Mistress Dianna, along with a remote control for the collar, just in case she got bored.
But today, there would be no shackles, so John could clean in record time. After straightening up the bathroom, John crawled to his Mistress’ bedroom and knelt at the door. Mistress Dianna was already dressed and was just finishing her make-up. She only wore a little, she was naturally beautiful, but she liked to add just a subtle touch. Since her boyfriend had left a few weeks ago, she’d taken more time with the makeup, making that extra effort.
Mistress Dianne opened the drawer of her dresser and took out the shock-collar and padlock. She walked over to her slave and tenderly placed the collar around his neck. She pulled it tight and locked it in place. John could feel the electrodes digging into his neck, but he tried to ignore the pain. “I’ll be home early tonight, slave,” said Mistress Dianna, “make sure dinner is ready when I get home. To make sure, I’ll shock you three times to give you enough warning.” With that, she marched down the hall, down the stairs and out the door.
John listened for the car starting, and was pleased to hear his Mistress drive away. It was nine thirty. He immediately got to work tidying the house. There wasn’t much to do and he was done before eleven. He walked back to the closet and curled up for some well earned sleep.
John’s sleep was interrupted by the doorbell, which rather cruelly sent a signal to the shock collar. John quickly ran downstairs, pausing only to look at the clock on the dresser, it was one o’clock. When he reached the door, John got on his knees and took a breath. He always hated opening the door. The postman was used to the sight of him, knelt on the floor, hands behind his back with his legs chained and nothing more than a collar on his neck, his small cock hanging limply in the cold breeze. Still, John disliked this task and begrudgingly opened the door. Mistress Dianna stood in the doorway, a man stood next to her. “Slave, meet my new boyfriend.”
Chapter four
Although he’d seen it coming, John was in a minor state of shock. It had been just him and his Mistress for several weeks now and he was enjoying being the only object of her attention. He did not miss cleaning the cum from his Mistress’ ass with his tongue. He did not miss the moods his Mistress would be in after an argument. And he really did not miss the forced face fucking that he’d get when he forgot to polish his Mistress’ boyfriend’s shoes.
“Greet him properly then, slave,” taunted Mistress Dianna, “I want Daniel to feel at home.”
John crawled through the open door to Dan’s feet and sat up. He reluctantly unfastened Dan’s belt and slowly undid his trousers. John was surprised to see that Dan wasn’t wearing underwear and stopped for a second. “Don’t you dare freak out again, slave!” warned his Mistress, “Suck it!”
Dan’s cock was much bigger than John had ever dealt with before, not that he’d sucked many cocks. He gingerly took the soft cock in his mouth, conscious that he was outside, and started to lick and suck. It wasn’t long before his mouth was filled by the gigantic cock protruding from Dan’s muscular torso, and John was starting to struggle.
“Ok slave,” called Mistress Dianna, “I noticed that there is no food ready, so later you will be punished. Right now, though, I want some lunch.”
John welcomed this order and hurried to the kitchen to fix some sandwiches. He buttered the bread as carefully as he could before preparing the salad. Finally, he carefully placed two slices of chicken breast into each sandwich and plaed them on the table where his Mistress and Dan were waiting. “Well done, slave,” said his Mistress, “now go upstairs and wait in the closet.”
John did as he was told, keen to leave the happy couple behind. He heard his Mistress whisper to her new lover that they would have lots of fun tonight as he scuttled up the stairs. He made his way to the closet and lay down as best he could and got some sleep.
It was dark when John woke up again, there was no light piercing the crack beneath the closet door. He heard footsteps approaching and quickly got to his knees. He heard his Mistress open the door to her dresser then walk to the closet door. The closet light came on and John was dazzled by the brightness, he didn’t even notice that his Mistress had opened the door.
Once his eyes had adjusted, he was quickly thrust back into darkness, Mistress Dianna had put a hood over his head. Mistress Dianna and Dan dragged the slave across to the bed and rapidly tied his arms to the bedposts on the other side, leaving the slave’s arse exposed. “I know you’ve never actually fucked a man before, slave,” giggled Mistress Dianna, “but now both me and my man are going to take turns fucking you!”
John wanted to cry out and beg his Mistress not to, but he knew better, it would only make things worse. “Now because you failed to make lunch on time, we’re not going to bother with any lube!”
John screamed as he felt the hard cock pierce his dry arsehole. He couldn’t help it, it hurt so much. He’d never had anything up his ass without lube before, and now he knew why. It felt like he was being torn in two, but the cock kept thrusting into his sore ass. After a moment, John felt the cock removed from his tender arsehole.
“That was just a dildo, you pathetic little shit!” Mistress Dianna laughed as Dan approached the slave, “Now for a real one.”
It wasn’t as bad this time, but John still screamed. Dan’s cock was much bigger than the strapon he’d just been violated with. Dan was much stronger too, thrusting with far more speed and power than John could have imagined. It wasn’t long before John lost sensation in his sensitive hole, but he could still feel the huge cock assaulting his insides. “I’m gonna cum, babe” John heard. Dan was obviously enjoying this act of, what John could only describe as, rape.
“In his mouth, baby,” said Mistress Dianna.
John felt Dan’s cock quickly withdraw from his ass and was soon greeted by dazzling light and a huge greasy cock as the hood was ripped from his head. John felt a sharp jolt in the collar on his neck as his Mistress hit the power and found his mouth opening wide, beyond his control.
Mistress Dianna stopped the current and stood back as she watched her new boyfriend thrust his cock into her slave’s waiting mouth. She slowly stroked her strapon while her boyfriend pumped furiously at the slave’s throat. She watched her boyfriends face turn to pure pleasure as she walked behind the unsuspecting slave. When she was satisfied that Dan was about to cum, she stepped in behind her slave and waited.
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John couldn’t scream, despite the cruel violation his Mistress just committed. As John felt Dan shoot into his reluctant throat, his Mistress had brutally thrust her strapon into his already abused arsehole. He needed to breathe, but was starting to choke on Dan’s cum, there was a lot of it. Tears were streaming down John’s face by the time Dan removed his now soft cock from the slave’s mouth. Mistress Dianna swiftly followed suit, drawing the rubber cock out of her slave’s torn and bloodied arsehole.
“Good boy, slave,” said Mistress Dianna, taking her boyfriend by the hand, guiding him slowly from the room, “now clean off my cock.” She removed the leather harness, placed it carefully in front of her slave’s face and walked out of the room, chuckling to herself as she heard her slave crying onto the rubber cock that had just ruined his ass.
Chapter five
It was light when John woke up. The warm sunlight was streaming through the windows onto his face. He tried to shield his eyes, but his arms were still bound from the night before. In front of him lay the strapon his Mistress had been using the night before, a black rubber cock fixed into a leather harness. Despite his attempts to clean it, there were flecks of blood on the cock from John’s ravaged asshole.
There was something pressing on John’s back. He looked around to see his Mistress asleep at the top of the bed, her legs stretched out across his body. She was wearing a sheer negligee with nothing underneath and looked angelic in the warm morning light. John considered his options, he could wake his Mistress up so as to start his chores at the risk of being punished, or he could wait for his Mistress to wake up in her own time then be punished for not doing his chores.
The decision was made for him when Mistress Dianna began to stir. “Good morning, slave,” she said, half yawning as she stretched, “I hope you enjoyed last night, I certainly did.”
“Yes Mistress” replied John. It was all he could muster as his mind went over the previous night’s events.
“I’m glad,” smiled Mistress Dianna, “you’ll be seeing a lot more of Dan soon. After fucking you last night, we decided that Dan would be better as a slave than a lover.”
John’s face fell. Am I being replaced, he thought.
“Don’t worry yourself, slave,” continued Mistress Dianna, “I’m not replacing you, I’m merely reassigning you. You see, you do such a good job of all the chores nd are so obedient that you’re not as fun anymore. Your new role will be one that I think all three of us will enjoy.” A mischievous smile crossed her face as she looked at her slave, bound exposed and helpless next to her, “Your new role will be as my pleasure slave. Your first job in your new role will be to make sure I am adequately awake this morning.”
Inside, John was jumping for joy. He didn’t hate doing household chores, but he didn’t exactly love it either. All he could do was smile as his Mistress leant over and untied his wrists.
“Start with my toes!” ordered Mistress Dianna, thrusting her feet towards her slave.
John immediately got to work. He started by kissing his Mistress’ toes, and then slowly took each one into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking them with his tongue causing his Mistress to moan softly. John licked between his Mistress’ toes and listened as her breath caught. Mistress Dianna started to push her foot further into her slave’s mouth, her slave gratefully receiving it, still licking at her toes.
John now had nearly half of his Mistress’ left foot in his mouth now and he could feel her toes wiggling against the back of his tongue. He started to gag, his teeth catching on his Mistress’ foot. He flinched as a sharp smack was administered to his back.
“Watch your teeth, slave!” said Mistress Dianna. She always kept a riding crop under her pillow, it saved having to get up, and was now replacing it having chastised her slave.
John got to work with renewed vigour, turning his attentions to his Mistress’ other foot. Once again he licked and sucked as his Mistress moaned in pleasure.
“Now, slave,” moaned Mistress Dianna, “do you want to lick my pussy?”
John stopped sucking on his Mistress’ toes and looked up at her face. “Yes please, Mistress,” he begged, “please let Your worthless slave pleasure Your delicious pussy.”
“You may, slave” replied Mistress Dianna.
Mistress Dianna smiled as she watched her slave crawl up towards her, this quickly changed as her slave’s tongue touched her sensitive clit.
John licked gently at his Mistress’ clit then slowly rolled his tongue up and down his Mistress’ labia before sliding it deep into her vagina. As he had expected, he found plenty of Dan’s cum in his Mistress. “I’d only just finished with Dan when I came to bed, slave” he heard his Mistress say, “make sure you clean my properly and pleasantly.”
John continued sliding his tongue in and out of his Mistress, pressing his nose against her clit on every thrust. He could taste the cum in his Mistress’ pussy and felt himself getting hard. John didn’t like sucking cock, but he loved eating cream pies, and Mistress Dianna knew it.
John held his breath as his Mistress grabbed him tightly by the hair and pulled his face right into her crotch. He kept his tongue deep in his Mistress as she thrust hard against him, fucking his face. John was soon desperate for air, but he kept licking deep inside his Mistress’ cum-filled pussy.
“Yes, slave,” called Mistress Dianna, “yes!” She pulled her slave’s face harder against her. “Fuck yes!” she screamed as her orgasm shook her body. She released her slave’s head to let him breathe.
John took a breath and then pushed his face back into his Mistress’ mound. He tongued hard as another orgasm rocked his Mistress, tightening around his aching tongue. He slowly withdrew his tongue from his Mistress and looked up at her smiling face.
“Well done, slave,” said Mistress Dianna, “That’s all for this morning, I’ll be expecting much more when I get back from work. Now fetch me my robe, I want a shower.” She watched her slave get up and walk across the room. She had dark plans for this one. She wasn’t sure how exactly to go about it, but she knew where she wanted her slave to be. He had a long road ahead.
As John walked back across the room to his Mistress, he saw an unfamiliar glint in her eye, but he thought nothing of it.
“Thank you, slave” smiled Mistress Dianna, “I’ll take care of my showering from now on.” She walked swiftly from the room, leaving her slave stood naked, hard and exposed in the middle of the room, still wearing his shock collar.
The End
Mistress Melanie’s Face Slave
She didn’t shave her pussy. She, however, kept it beautifully manicured. Better said, he kept it precisely trimmed and shaped. He did do daily as part of the bathing ritual she’d taught him. Following her bath he dried and fluffed her golden-brown public hair. Then with a fine, handmade bone comb and a small pair of grooming scissors he’d kneel between her legs in the bathroom before a floor to ceiling mirror (so she could watch him work) and carefully ensure every hair was even, boundaries were perfectly straight . He enjoyed the process and it often showed. Tonight his enjoyment in attending her was evidenced by a long, unbroken, clear string of pre-cum that ran from the slit at the tip of his erect penis to the white marble floor. She, too, was a little more excited than usual. He could see that her pussy was dripping wet despite his most recent attention with a terrycloth towel. Thick, clear fluid oozed from between her labia. Her clit was beginning to extend itself from beneath its hood.
“Hunter, I’m horny tonight. I want to do something different with you. How long have you been attending me?” She reached out as she spoke to run her fingers through his gray-blonde brush cut. The caress was tender, a true caress.
He looked up into her face, knowing it would be okay. Experience had taught him he was allowed to look into her face when this kind of verbal exchange was in play. “About three months Mistress, three really special months. The best time of my life.” Hunter meant every word of his short declaration. As he shared his inner feelings, his anal sphincter contracted around the circular rib of the butt-plug he’d worked into his own ass, at her command, well over an hour ago.
“I think it is time we took you just a little further down the path of your servitude. You’ve taken such good care of my bush tonight; you’ve made me want to be real nasty. I want to be plain dirty. Cover my cunt-hole with your open mouth. I’m going to piss down your throat.” With this command she brought her left hand to the back of his head and tucked his chin well below her patch, dragging his nose through the short-hairs he just created. Hunter was beyond objecting. His cock exuded an ever-thicker stream of pre-cum as it danced freely between his quivering legs.
Melanie was giving soft-spoken directions. A new approach that excited him and generated anticipation of the first-time experience just beginning for him. “Now, Baby, push your tongue deep in my hole. But, keep it soft. Don’t stab at me, swab my cunt.” As she spoke, she held his head where she wanted it, applying just enough force for him to know he was in her control. She rotated her hips in undulating circles, working his tongue as much as he was.
“Now, withdraw your tongue from my canal, find my pee-hole. Stiffen your tongue, work the tip of your tongue into the hole. Find the right pressure. Feel my body respond. Connect with me and you’ll know what’s working. Work on Mama, Cunter. Make me pee.” As he listen to her voice, he found a connection with her body, sensed the pleasure his tongue was creating in her urethra. He felt a pulsing begin at the tip of her tube. He knew he was meeting her needs as he heard her hoarsely grunt, “Motherfucker!”
“Get ready you Fucker. I’m gon’na pee in your mouth. If you let a drop escape, you won’t cum for a week. Understand? Don’t stop drinking me.” With a forward thrust of her hips, her hands pulled his head tight against her belly. She rolled her hips and he tasted the front-end of her golden stream. A strong, steady stream of pee beat against the back of his throat. The acrid taste worked for him. The thought of serving her worked more. He was enjoying the act and thought to grab his cock. It was as if she could read his mind.
“Don’t you touch your cock. Serve me. Reach behind me. Spread my ass-cheeks with your left hand and work the tip of your right fuck-finger into my asshole. Don’t go deep, spread my hole wide. Feel the next couple of squirts and rotate your finger in-between each squirt. You’ll know what I mean.” On cue, the steady stream of piss broke and he gulped to swallow and for air. He hands relaxed on the back of his head. Then they immediately tightened again.
“Now, make me feel good, Hunter. Right after I squirt. Roll your finger-tip in my ass slowly, Stretch my butt-hole.” With that she let go a strong short burst of pee. As it subsided Hunter stabbed his tongue upward at her clit and rolled his middle finger in a manner that was nastier than he thought possible. Her rubbery asshole open and closed around his digit and it slid in deeper, well past the second knuckle. Mistress Melanie moaned, ““Oh yeah, I like that, again!” She passed another squirt of her golden fluid into her mouth. As it ended he worked the deeper magic of his finger in her asshole. She squirted six more times and by the sixth time, the two middle fingers of his right hand were buried deep in her ass, to the palm. She was grunting and pushing down on those fingers by deeply bending her knees. All the while she held tightly to the back of his head.
She came in an un-Mistress-like manner. “Baby, Nasty Mama’s cumming. Let me lie down, but don’t let your fingers leave my asshole.” She rolled as she collapsed to the cold white marble floor, ending up on her belly with her impelled ass grinding up and down against his fingers. Melanie breathed in deep sighs as her orgasm subsided.
“Oh, Cunter, such a good job. Better than I expected from a novice. You deserve a reward. You may remove your fingers slowly and then jack-off into the open hole left behind. You can not penetrate me, but you can squirt as deep inside me as my open hole allows. Do you understand?” Hunter withdrew his fingers and was amazed by the opening left behind. He could see deep into her anal canal. He wanted to see his white cum in that pink hole.
“Yes, Mistress!” He was three excited strokes into complying and shooting copious white globs of his cum into her butt-hole as he spoke. It looked so nasty as he watch it drip into one of her holes rather than out. Another new experience.
“How does it look, my Face-Slave? Do you like looking at your Mistress’s asshole. Did you like shooting your cum in it?”
His hand still pumping at his softening cock, he spoke in a husky voice. “Very much, Cum in your hole. Looks great.”
“Good. Now suck your cum out of my ass. Show me you really will do what I want.” Three months ago in a Portland bar his journey began. Tonight with pleasure it continued into new territory. He dropped his nose into the crack of her ass, made a circle of his lips, placed them around the open pucker rim and sucked hard. Her moan told him he was doing his job.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Denver Nights
The day began as it usually does, Erica woke up 45 min before she needed to leave for work. She allows herself just enough time to do the basics before heading out the door. She begins by lazily walking to the bathroom and running the shower. As the water warms, she slowly strips her panties and tank to reveal her tight 23 year old body. At about 5'8", she has an athletic dancer body, her long brown hair and dark eyes are complimented by light soft skin. Her breasts are perky, not too big and by no means too small, her ass is prominent and her legs are firm. She tests the water then steps into the shower to officially begin the day.
On the other side of Denver, Nate begins his day in similar fashion. He wakes up to an empty bed and contemplates the day ahead of him. He eventually rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Still half asleep he splashes water on his face. He stands at 6'1" a solid runners body with little fat. His dark hair blends well with his tan skin and his blue eyes shine in deep contrast to his other features. He is thin but has broad shoulders, a small waist but a firm round ass. Instead of stripping from his boxer briefs to the comforts of a nice warm shower, he instead heads back to his room, throws on some running gear and is out the door.
Soon after arriving at work Erica is thinking about what will happen that night. Nate had just moved to Denver and this was to be the first night they were meeting up. She had gone to college with him and spent some rather amazing nights with him; however she had graduated before he did and they rarely saw each other after she moved away. There had been many nights she laid in bed thinking about the times they spent together in the bedroom. Erica would spend hours fantasizing about the dirty things she let herself do while she was with him while her fingers danced over her body. She had gotten off countless times to the memories… she wondered if that night they would make even more.
Nate was also excited, running always gets his blood pumping, but no where near what Erica could do to him. He had let himself go with her, crossing boundaries he never thought he would even approach. She brought out the wildest and best in him and he knew it. Today he was feeling especially good and was counting down the hours till they were to meet up. He even skipped his daily “session” to save as much cum as possible for the nights activities.
As the day slowly passed both Nate and Erica were caught day dreaming often. Never telling what they were day dreaming about, both just wore smiles of anticipation.
Erica would let herself get worked up, turning red and getting just wet enough to feel it on her inner thighs.
Nate would do the same. He would make himself hard as a rock, waiting for just the first drops of precum to ooze out of his cock.
They both knew how much the other one loved their juices and they both wanted to make sure there was plenty to go around that night.
Soon the time had come. Erica gotten off work a little early to go home and dress for the night.
Nate had done the same.
They were to meet up at a hotel in Denver as they both had roommates but knew no one in either house would get any sleep if they were there.
Erica picked out an outfit to die for. A short little black skirt that she intentionally hiked up even more so that it exposed just the bottom of her ass if she were to even attempt to bend over, a matching top with her famous Victorias Secret bra that made her tits look incredible and some black heels to top it off.
Nate went with a pair of dark tight jeans, black dress shoes and a tight blue thermal that fit him well enough to show off his fit body. They both hopped in their cars and headed to the hotel…
Upon arrival, they gave each other a big hug and a soft kiss. They then walked through the doors to the front desk to check in. It was only about 5 pm, but there was a reason for that. They headed up to the room and jumped on the bed.
Looking deep into Erica’s eyes, Nate said " you know if we went out now we would hit a bunch of traffic, plus im honestly not even that hungry yet"
Erica knew better than to believe that was the reason he wanted to stay in for a while but she played along anyway.
“Well what would you like to do to kill the time before we eat then?” she said.
As she was speaking she moved a little on the bed so that it teasingly lifted her skirt just enough to barely show the front of her thong.
“Well there is a lot of things we can do I guess.” he rolled onto his back which exposed to Erica that he was already hard, with his cock pressed firmly against his jeans she could also tell that he was wearing nothing under them. “But it is really up to you.”
She moved on the bed again so that she was now sitting Indian style with a blatent disregard for the fact that just by turning his head, Nate could now see the entire front of her thong.
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She wanted him to look, she wanted to see his cock pulse under his jeans knowing that if it did she would soon see the wetness of his precum.
“Well Nate, I want to do whatever you want to do” she played with him.
“Oh really? Is that true? Well I have something in mind but we have never done it before so I don’t know…” he chimed back.
Erica replied with a grin, “You know I am always up for experimentation.”
Nate got up off the bed and moved over to the chair in the room.
Looking at her deep in the eyes again, he said “I want to see you get out of those cloths and get yourself off.”
She looked a little shocked but there was a deep burning inside as soon as she had processed the words.
“Mmm, you want me to fuck myself right in front of you right now baby? I think I can do that, but what are you gonna do for me?”
He sat back in his chair and simply said “Nothing yet, but plenty later.”
Erica laid on the bed and took one of her tits in her hand, caressing it softly though the fabrics of her shirt and bra. Another hand slowly moved down her stomach and pulled her skirt up fully exposing her thong and began to lightly rub her warming cunt.
“You like what you see baby?” she asked.
Nate simply nodded yes and stared intensely upon his naughty girl. Erica soon pulled her tank strap down freeing her breast from the confines of her shirt and allowing herself to feel her now rock hard nipple. She then pulled her soaking panties to the side and began rubbing her drenched clit.
As she rubbed, her hips started to slowly buck from side to side occasionally leaving the bed for a moment.
Sitting in his chair, Nate could feel the precum dripping down his leg. When he looked he could see the wet spot it had created inside his jeans.
“Taste your pussy babe, suck your fingers dry” he demanded.
He loved to watch her taste herself. Little did he know, she was more than happy to obey this command, as she did it regularly even while she was alone. After Nate had made her do it the first time so many years ago, she realized that the dirtiness of it made her so much hotter. She obliged with no delay taking her soaked fingers from her pussy and licking every glistening one clean. She then returned to her cunt nearing her climax.
The thought of her doing something she had never done made her shutter and the fact that as soon as Nate had asked her to so, there was no hesitation on her part made it even better!
“Oh fuck Nate im gonna cum! You wanna watch my pussy cum all over my fingers?! Do you wanna watch me lick all my cum off for you?!”
Nate could only reply with " yes babe, make yourself cum for me! I wanna see you cum then lick it all up!"
With no delay she came hard. Some even dripping onto the bed. She then hungrily sucked at her fingers. Knowing Nate would love it, she then turned and licked at the wet spot she had made on the bed.
Upon seeing this extra manuver, Nate told her “Now get over here and shove that cum soaked tongue down my throat!”
After calming down and redoing her hair Erica relaxed on the bed talking and kissing with her still very horny partener. When about 6:30 rolled around they decided they were going to eat and then grab a bottle of wine before heading back to the room.
They went to a nearby steak house and killed a few hours eating, laughing and drinking. Never mentioning what they had done or talking about what they were going to do later. They strolled around for a while and stopped at LODO’s (their favorite bar) and drank a little more.
Before all the stores were about to close, they left the bar to get their bottle of wine. the two of them were back in the room before midnight.
This is where the fun would begin.
They plopped on the bed and opened their bottle. This time without doing it intentanally, Erica was again sitting in such a way that Nate could see up her skirt. He took advantage and would sneak peaks whenever he knew she wasn’t looking and eventually he had himself worked up again.
They spent time talking and listening to music and soon half the bottle was gone. Erica got up to use the rest room and Nate saw this as his oppertunity to strike.
When Erica exited the bathroom Nate met her at the door. He had a mischievous little grin and she knew they were to have some fun. He forcefully spun her around and pinned her to the wall, then dropped to his knees. Lifting her skirt to expose her ass, he began to kiss and lick. All around her beautiful round rump and her think firm thighs his soft kisses became harder and is tongue began to wander between her legs. He could feel her warm pussy and smell her sweet juices. He then licked as much of her dampening panties as he could in one quick pass of the tongue. Feeling her body shake from this, he stopped at her ass hole and began flicking his tongue right on it.
“Mmm” she broke the silence. “Lick my ass Nate!”
She began to press her ass into his face to feel more of his wet tongue. He moved her thong aside, this let his tongue move all over her ass hole.
“Mmm yes! God it feels good baby!”
He probed her ass, letting his tongue move in and out of her tight hole.
“Fuck my ass Nate! Fuck it with your tongue!”
Nate could no longer keep his member tucked away, he slowly started un buttoning his pants.
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Looking down, Erica could see him do so,
“Take your cock out for me! I wanna see you stroke your big cock while you eat my ass!”
He was soon stroking away and percum came pouring out lubricating his long shaft.
“Oh fuck Nate I need to taste your cock, your precum looks so good”
Hearing this, Nate stood up and Erica was the one who now fell to her knees. Not even grabbing his dick, she swallowed his cock deep into her mouth, Letting soft, muffled moans leave her throat. Nate was in heaven, he had missed Erica’s talented mouth.
“Time to get dirty babe” he told her.
He then pulled her up and tossed her onto the bed. He positioned himself and thrust himself into her waiting cunt.
In and out he pounded until his cock was completely covered in her warm love juices.
“Now get over here and suck yourself off me!”
She moved quickly and lapped up all her amazing love juice.
“I want more! Do it again Nate make me lick my pussy juice off your cock”
Again he threw her on to the bed and he pounded her. Harder this time, making her ass slap against his thighs and her pussy drip.
“AH now do it again!” he said as he pulled her hair and forced her to her knees.
This time she was more aggressive in her sucking, grabbing his ass and ramming her head into his stomach as she took him in.
He pushed her head away and flopped himself on the bed.
“Keep sucking babe, I’ll tell you when to stop”
He watched her head bob up and down on his cock, he knew what he wanted now.
“Stop, get up here and ride my cock, you know what I want you to do.”
She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. When they were in college Nate had made her squirt her cum all over him on more than one occasion. He loved it. It was probably the one thing that could get him off in less than a second if he even though about it. She had not been with anyone else who could make her squirt since and she was eager to cum all over his chest tonight.
“Ok baby I know what you want” she said.
She positioned herself atop his cock, letting it slide into her cunt. Slowly she moved back and forth not up and down. He could hear how wet she was and couldn’t imagine how much more was to come. She dug her hand into his chest and moved faster.
His gaze was right into her eyes and he yelled “cum babe! All over me, I want you to fucking soak me!”
She moved faster and faster, the splashing got louder and louder and then, much to Nate’s surprise, she got off his cock and rubbed her clit as fast as she could.
“Is this what you fucking want?! AHHHH!”
She began to squirt all over his chest. He moved down to take her in his mouth and got a pump directly on his tongue. Every other time she had squirted she would stay on his cock, he would get wet and it would drip up his chest but never did this happen! He couldn’t believe it, he never wanted her to stop.
As soon as she could cum no more, he flipped her on her back and began pounding her pussy with his large cock, she grabbed his neck and pulled it close. She could still taste herself on his face and in his mouth.
“Fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck me” she cried.
He pounded away at her pussy as she dug her nails into his back and neck.
“Now you know what I want!” she wispered in his ear.
One of the best things about Erica in college is that she loved to have cum all over her. She would nearly beg for it sometimes.
Nate asked her in a deep passionate voice “where do you want it baby, where do you want my cum?”
“Fuck! All over me, I want your cum to cover my whole body!” she answers.
It was then that he lost it. Nate pulled his cock out of her pussy and climbed over her legs, positioning himself on her stomach.
She begged “please, I want your cum! Cum on your little cumslut!”
Spurt after spurt came rushing from his cock. He watched her as her head darted from side to side trying to catch some of his sweet cum in her mouth. As he came she rubbed it in making her body slick with sweat and sticky cum.
Fully spent Nate collapsed upon Erica’s wet body and began to kiss her as deeply and passionately as he could. They had both been relieved of their pent up frustrations and laid fully relaxed for the first time in a long time. Still kissing and nibbling, both in a sexual haze, they would fall asleep together. Only to begin planning their next night out in Denver.
The End
Night of Passion
Jamie wakes up and turns over to see what time it is, the clock flashes 6.00am in his face, almost as if it is mocking him, due to it being a well known fact that Amy will not be home until about 8.30am.‘At least its Friday’ he thinks. He sits up in bed and opens the curtains letting the dawn light fill the bedroom. He lets out a sigh, gets out of bed and moves directly to the bathroom. Turning on the shower he lets the hot water awaken his body as he moves to soak himself completely.
Taking his time in the shower he smothers his body in Africa shower gel, as red as blood, and rubs it into his pale flesh, as he rubs it in he imagines Amy is doing it for him, like when they were teenagers, when they were so carefree. His mind goes back to one of his many sleepovers at young Amy’s house, he slipped into the shower next to an already wet and clean Amy, and he massaged the same shower gel that he uses now into her beautiful breasts as her delicate hands stroked his growing cock. Caught up in this memory his cock was growing on its own accord. Jamie looks down at it and sighs again. Quickly he dries himself and dresses ready to go to work himself, he looks in the mirror at his reflection ‘I look good in a suit, who would of thought it?’ he pleasantly thinks to himself.
He strides down stairs and puts the kettle on to find the silly little note Amy always leaves him. ‘Morning my lovely xxx’ this puts a smile on his face as he drinks his tea and hurriedly eats a piece of toast. He looks at the kitchen clock seeing to his dismay that it 7.45am and he must leave to catch the underground to get to work on time. Wiping the toast crumbs of his face, again wishing Amy was back to brush his face, oh how he loves her touching him, he leaves the house.
At 8.00am Amy unlocks the door knowing she had missed seeing Jamie three days in a row now. Dumping her bag on the table in the hall, she notices there is a message on the phone, pushing play she starts taking her uniform off as she listens.
‘Morning my sweet, I miss you’ says Jamie’s voice with the rush of London traffic behind him.
Smiling now Amy picks up her clothes and walks up stairs in just her underwear, chucking her work clothes on her bed she shoves jeans and a t-shirt on, and runs back downstairs. Entering the kitchen she sees all the toast crumbs on the table, wiping them up with a damp cloth she mutters to herself ‘after three years you would think he would learn’.
After making sure the kitchen was presentable she checks out the living room, ’not bad’ she thinks to herself ‘just run the hoover round’.
With her music turned up loud she whizzes round with the hoover. After this Amy goes upstairs takes all her clothes off and climbs into bed, sniffing where Jamie had been laying she slowly drifts off.
Amy dreams; lying in the tall grass speckled with daisies, the sun beats down on her soft skin warming her whole body. Completely alone she thinks how peaceful this is and how content she is with life. A shadow conceals the sun allowing her to open her eyes to see Jamie stood above her; he gradually lowers himself on her kissing her lips so gently. He lifts of her top and pulls down her skirt leaving her led in just her underwear, still resting on top of her he begins to caress and stroke her body, every inch, from her ears to her knees. Amy opens her mouth to speak and Jamie shushes her with another kiss more passionate than the last. His fingers trace there way to her breasts tickling her nipples, he removes her bra and teases her by running his tongue down her neck across her shoulders and around her nipple.
Silently and softly his free hand had snaked its way to her knickers and pulled them down and was stroking her inner thighs. Now completely naked Amy attempted to talk again, just as Jamie forced a finger into her now wet pussy. With a gasp from Amy, Jamie continued to rub and circle her clit causing her to moan and buck her hips. Jamie rips of his clothes and places his pulsing cock against Amy’s pussy not letting it enter, just pressing it against Amy’s now very sensitive clit. Amy leans up to kiss down Jamie’s neck, with that he thrust his hips to push his whole cock right into…***
Amy wakes up hot, flustered and dripping. As reality sinks in once again, she moans out loud as she wants Jamie so badly. Her uncontrollable hands wonder across her aching body, she tilts her head to see what time it is, 4.00pm! Jamie will be home in two hour. Amy jumps out of bed, cursing at herself for sleeping in, and straight into the shower washing off all signs of her lovely wet dream with her yellow shower gel. With a towel wrapped around her body she sits at the little desk/vanity table by the window in the bedroom. She brushes her wet hair so it cascades down her back, then first coats root to tip in hair serum, then just the tips in mouse. Running her hands through a few times, next she leaves it. Now moving her concentration to her body she, firmly massages moisturiser into her knees and calves leaving her legs silky smooth.
Amy throws on her black silk dressing gown, sets up candles in the bedroom and heads to the kitchen; luckily she had been planning this meal in her head for the last three days and had hidden all the food she had prepared in the back of the fridge and cupboards. She laid the table for two, placing a candle in the middle and positioned the food around it, cheddar, soft cheese, brie, feta, ham, sausages, crackers, bread, bagels, nachos, salsa, pineapple, strawberries, marshmallows, dipping chocolate, cake, meringue etc, more food then they would ever eat. Putting on soft music and leaving the scene set.
Amy goes upstairs to continue finishing herself off. Digging through her bottom drawer she finds her sexy, special occasion, underwear that she hasn’t shown Jamie yet. The bra is made of red silk with black lace framing it, with tiny black crosses all along the straps; the knickers are red silk also with one tiny black cross on the left side of her hip. Amy puts on a black garter belt and attaches her hold-ups she has just slipped on her smooth legs. She ties a black choker round her neck and looks into the mirror, she strokes down her chest to her knickers opens her legs and leans forward to see her cleavage, ‘fuck, I want me’ she giggles to herself.
She puts on a little black top, with a low cleavage so Jamie can catch glimpses of what lies beneath; she pulls on a longish black skirt with lace layers and gothic black shoes with stiletto high heals. Sitting in front of the mirror Amy puts her face on. Black eyes liner first, followed by near black red eye shadow, next mascara, after that Amy moved on to her lips, firstly they are outlined with a red lip pencil, secondly red lipstick, thirdly deep red lipstick brushed on top, lastly coated in gloss to keep them red no matter what. Just before Amy goes down stairs and positions herself to meet her husband for when he comes in from work, she sprays her self in her special perfume.
The door slams shut and Jamie throws his bag and already taking off tie next to Amy’s abandoned things. Through the door to the kitchen he sees flickering candle light, he walks slowly towards the door, when catching a wave of Amy’s scent he speeds up to see her. To his amazement Amy is sat cross legs behind the food laden table looking at him with sparkling eyes and a delicious smile.
Amy greets Jamie with “Hello lover, long time no see”.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?” Jamie replies quick-wittedly.
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Amy continues to smile as Jamie sit at the table not taking his eyes of his woman.
“I’m glad im hungry” laughs Jamie.
Amy blushes. “I got a little carried away maybe”.
Amy gets up and walks over to where Jamie has sat opposite, takes a cracker spreads it with cheese, making sure she leans low as she does this so he catches a glimpse of the hidden delights, sits on his lap and places the cracker on his tongue. Jamie swiftly chews as he is more interested in this goddess in his lap for the moment. Jamie touches Amy’s body roughly wanting what’s under the first layer; Amy bats his hands away and jumps from his lap. Strategically she slightly bends forward again as she shakes her head disapprovingly. Amy sits the other side of the table as they commence to eat suspending there lust.
Jamie wipes his mouth and gets on his knees, obviously lacking in patience, and crawls to Amy’s side. He takes a strawberry and dips it in chocolate and holds it by Amy luscious lips, as Amy parts her lips to take it he quickly smears it across her cheek and down her neck, as quickly as he spread it on her, he dives in to start licking and sucking it of her soft skin. Amy leans her head back and moans as his tongue darts in and out his mouth against her skin tasting her. She pushes him away and takes his hand to lead him upstairs. Jamie goes into the bathroom.
“Don’t come out until I give you permission” Amy calls to him through the closed door.
Amy lights all the candles she had set up earlier, she takes of her black tops and carefully hangs it up and puts it away, she does this very slowly as she know Jamie is watching her.
“If I turn around you better not be peeping or I will put it back on” she exclaims.
The bathroom door slams shut. Amy slides down her skirt in confidence, checks herself in the mirror and kneels on the bed, with stilettos still on, hand on hips, head held high, and breasts pushed out she calls Jamie back in, who has stripped down to his boxers. His eyes almost fall out his head and his jaw drops open as he is reminded what he has married.
“Where are your clothes?” Amy enquires.
“On the bathroom floor” Jamie says absentmindedly as he can’t stop staring Amy up and down.
“Go put them away nicely” orders Amy, Jamie looks back in horror and takes a step forward.
“Put them away, or I will put myself away!” commands Amy more sternly.
Jamie mopes back to the bathroom comes out with his clothes and folds them away neatly, he looks back to Amy, who had been watching him while he did this, paying particular attention to his bulging and twitching boxers, with a pleading look on his face. Amy smile sweetly and beckons him to her, as he reaches the bed she uses a hand to stop him moving any closer.
“Get on your knees” she orders.
She moves elegantly so she is sat on the edge of the bed, she lifts a leg and rests her stiletto on Jamie’s shoulder pushing slightly so it digs in a little, he picks up fast that she wants him to remover her shoes. As he unties he kisses her ankle and rubs her silk hold ups. After he has done both she allows him on the bed to sit next to her, reminding him that it is only 9.00pm the night is young.
Jamie kisses Amy’s cleavage and all the way up to her lips kissing powerfully enough to push her on her back. Holding her hips he helps her wiggle up the bed so her head rests on the pillow. Delicately he traces the lace on her bra with one hand, while kissing her neck. The other hand strokes her hips and enjoys the feel of her garter against his fingertips. His hand reaches for her cunt, and for once she doesn’t try to stop him, he looks at her confused.
“Tonight Jamie I am yours” Amy whispers in his ear and then slowly nibbles down his neck just how he likes it.
Jamie wiggles down Amy’s body and quietly asks “I want you to take your underwear off… please”.
Amy smiles again pleased, and climbs of the bed, she pushes him on it so he is led back and can watch. She slowly sways her body and runs her outstretched hands over her skin, rubbing down her breasts and stomach into her inner thighs. As she brings them up she lightly scratches her pale skin, arching her back into her hands and leaning her head back in pleasure. Her hands meander back to her hips, she skilfully undoes her garter belt and detaches the stockings, she drops it to the floor, summons Jamie to the edge of the bed where she holds up her leg and he pulls her stockings of her sleek legs. She kisses him on the forehead and pushes him back down.
She leans over and pushes out her breasts as she pouts her lips; she uses this distraction as a chance to undo her bra. Amy stands straight allowing her bra to drop to the floor. Amy turns and puts her back to Jamie, who is now stroking his cock though his boxers, she moves her hips from side to side as she feels her almost completely naked body where Jamie can’t see to his frustration. She turns round and as she climbs back on to the bed she slips her knickers off to reveal the final part of her present to him.
Jamie pounces on her straight away without hesitation, kissing and stroking her everywhere, grinding his hard manhood against her glistening clit.
Amy whispers to him “Take me Jamie, please take me, I beg you, make me cum, make me scream your name… fuck me!”
With this Jamie pulls of his boxers and rests his cock at the entrance of Amy’s tight cunt, he kisses her lips deeply and moves slightly just enough to make her gasp and tighten her grip on his shoulders. With a fast jerk he pushes his whole cock into her causing her to scream in joy as her cunt is filled and stroked from every angle; he grabs hold of the headboard and fucks Amy hard and relentlessly. With every in thrust Amy screams, they get louder as he speeds up, Amy’s legs rise up around his hips to give him better access and clasp round his waist squeezing every time he pushes in. Jamie moves his hands down and slows his pumping which is a sign of his closeness to cumming.
He strokes Amy’s face and moves it so he can kiss her, with this diversion his other hand opens her legs and fingers her clit firmly and quickly, with this and the continues thrusts of his cock delighting her warm and very receptive cunt she bursts into an orgasm so strong she tightens up so much around Jamie he came with the force of hers, causing Amy to cum again and again till he had finished filling her pounding cunt full of his cum. Jamie collapses on Amy, both of them trying to get there breath back. Eventually they both relax and Jamie rolls off of Amy, and holds her hand.
“That was worth the wait” Amy says in a low voice caressing Jamie’s chest as she turns on her side and rest her head on Jamie’s shoulder her hair smothering his skin in a warm soft blanket. Jamie turns to the clock, Midnight, turns to Amy who is breathing softly and joins her is satisfied sleep.
The End