All of the streets were a blur on his drive home. He wasn’t concentrating on the road or looking out for the other drivers, he had only one focus; getting home.
“Brad, I came home early today, I was too horny to stay at work. I have been lying here, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. I won’t let myself come; I am waiting for you to do that. Hurry home.”
That was the message he got on his voice mail at work that afternoon. From that moment, he was hard and just wanted to get home to Jane to fuck her. He had tried to leave early but it just wasn’t in the cards that day, so now he was speeding along, praying for green lights.
He fumbled the keys several times as he tried to open the door. He wanted in so badly that it seemed like his own keys were conspiring against him. Finally he got the door open. Jane was laying on the chaise lounge splayed with two fingers sliding deep into her pussy.
She was in the mood to drive Brad over the edge, when she heard the keys in the door she made sure to be picture perfect for him; legs wide, fingers deep, lips parted. As he opened the door she saw the flushed look on his face, saw that his tan suit had a dark spot from the pre-cum leaking from his already hard dick and she knew all of her well laid plans for the night were going to work.
Five strides and he was smothering her, kissing her as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. His hands seemed to not be working and he was fumbling with his buttons like he had the keys. She took over, getting her juices all over his silk tie as she took it off him. She licked the places on his chest that her lacquered nails had scraped as she slid each button through the hole.
Brad was in agony, getting un-dressed was taking too long, as she slid each button out he could only think of sliding in; he wanted to be inside Jane. His shirt and tie were off, his belt undone and his zipper down, that was as undressed as he was going to get at the moment.
Jane stopped him just as he was about to slide in, “So you know what day it is?”
He didn’t have to think about, “Thursday,” he replied. Then it hit him, Thursday was game day.
Game day had begun months ago. Jane would try to temp him and throw him over the edge. If he could resist and control himself he got rewarded, if he couldn’t he got punished. So far he had never lost control and never been punished. More than just getting rewarded his holding out often tortured to Jane.
He quickly weighed his options. He was already too far, he needed her too much. He decided this time Jane was going to win the game.
He pushed forward and found himself sliding into Jane. He could not remember her ever being wetter than she was now, hot and wet. After sliding in and out only a few times he was already on the verge trying to hold back, Jane was on there too.
She had thought all day about what was going to happen and what she was going to do to Brad. She had teased herself to the point that she couldn’t stand it. Usually it would take lots of foreplay and Brad prolonging how long he was inside for her to orgasm, but after a few strokes she was there. Her legs started to shake, her body started to shake, she screamed.
Brad could feel her muscles squeezing him and that was it, he let go. It was intense, her muscles kept squeezing him as he came and it pulled on him, pulled every drop from him; drained, satisfied.
“You know we need to shower and get ready.” Brad had collapsed onto Jane and it felt like a Herculean effort to look up at her as she spoke.
“What do you mean?” Brad only wanted to recover and had no idea what Jane meant by getting ready.
Jane smiled, she knew he would have forgotten and now she was going to get to punish Brad in a way he had never imagined. “The cocktail thing your firm is having tonight.”
Brad just groaned, he had completely forgotten. He pushed himself off Jane and headed toward the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped in. As the steam started to build the shower door opened.
Jane got under the water with him, sliding her body against his. They had showered together many times, but Jane had plans for this shower. She grabbed the soap and started to lather Brad up; his chest, his back, his arms, his legs, she was left with only one part of his body that was not soapy.
She started running the soap over his balls, then his cock. She made sure that she had enough lather then reached over to grab the razor from the shelf, where she had placed it earlier. She started to shave him.
His gasp was audible. This was not what he expected. She leaned up to his ear with the water from the shower spraying over them “Only part of your punishment.” She continued to shave him until his penis and balls were naked and exposed.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She finished more quickly than he did and then started to help him with drying off. When he was dry she sat down and started to lick.
He did not dare say a word. Jane had never shown this kind of initiative. She never wanted to give him a blow job and here she was taking all of him, then alternately taking each of his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on them as well. She just kept sucking on him moving her lips to the base then sliding them to the tip, moving her tongue against his frenulum (go ahead and google that) all along the way. He had come just twenty minutes ago, but he was ready again.
She stopped, looked up at him, “I already laid your clothes out for tonight; we had better finish getting ready.” His frustration was palpable “Just a little of your punishment.” she looked at him and smiled.
It was a smile he had never seen before and it almost chilled him. There was something different about her tonight. It turned him on, but it made him nervous.
He went to the bed where she had indicated that she had laid out his cloths and reached for the boxer briefs she had out for him. He started to put them on.
“Before you put those on I have another punishment for you.” Jane had laid his clothing out strategically so that he would put them on while standing at the end of the bed. Now she gave him a shove so that he was face down on the bed, his feet still on the floor and underwear at his ankles, a very vulnerable position.
Brad was stunned when her hand came down on his ass. Then she started to rub the spot she had just smacked. She moved behind him so that her legs were touching his, while continuing to massage him, pinning him to the bed. Jane had never been aggressive before, this was a new experience.
Jane reached over to get something in the covers of the bed. Then her hand was back massaging him, she started to move in, using her body weight and the angle he was in to pin him down more. She made one swift movement and it was done. Brads gasp was audible, he was trying to get up, but she had him at a disadvantage and even with her smaller size was able to keep him pinned.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Brad was demanding, he was indignant, he was pissed.
“Like I said a little punishment, time to take it, and for you there is only one place you can. Don’t worry it is only a small vibration egg, with a remote.” Jane pushed the button. “You keep telling me how you want to fuck me up the ass, well your turn first, you make it through this tonight and I will let you.”
The vibrating sensation was not bad, it didn’t hurt, but still Brad’s sensibilities were warring. He had been asking for, begging for and pushing for Jane to try the anal thing for quite some time. He was having a hard time accepting that this was okay, but the lure of being able to later turn the tables on Jane and finally get his way won out. He stopped struggling. “Okay you can have your punishment, but if I do this tonight you will have to live up to your end of the deal.”
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “It’s a deal.” Jane moved back a little, bent down and pulled his boxer briefs up.
They both started dressing, getting ready for the party. Brad was trying to adjust to the sensations he was experiencing. They weren’t bad, just different, something to get used to. They finished getting ready in silence and went down to the car.
Getting into the car, sliding into the seat Brad felt things move a bit. When the little egg shifted, he felt more comfortable, not so conscious of it. He started the car and pulled out of the garage with Jane sitting next to him. She turned on the CD player and selected one of her favorites, The Chauffer.
She put her hand on his thigh and then slowly moved it upward until it settled on his cock. She looked at him, liked her lips then pushed the button on the little remote. Brad startled at the vibration. Now that the little toy had shifted he felt a completely different sensation, instead of just not hurting, this time it felt kind of good.
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “When I do that to you at the party you can’t jump like that.” Brad didn’t know what to say, and they were arriving so he just swallowed and said okay. He pulled up to the valet and handed over his keys. Jane took his arm and they went in.
The party was the usually booze and schmooze. Jane stayed on his arm and made polite noises while he listened to various clients talk about how wonderful they were. Things were the usual until one of the partners at the firm came up to them. The partner wanted to discuss Brad’s career track, Jane pushed the button on the remote again. Brad almost lost it, but somehow kept his composure.
The situation was stressful and erotic at the same time. He needed to make a good impression and project the image the firm expected, but the vibration also felt good. A minute later Jane pushed the button and stopped it. Brad finished with his conversation, he turned to Jane to ask her what she was doing, but before he could say a word she excused herself to get a drink.
As she walked away form him one of the firms biggest clients came up to him. A word from this client and Brad’s career could take off or disintegrate.
Jane watched him from across the room. The conversation looked to be going well, Mr. Timber, the firm’s biggest client, was laughing and smiling and slapping Brad on the back. She couldn’t resist, she pushed the button again. For the briefest moment Brad stiffened, then relaxed again. If she had not known what she was looking for she would have missed it.
She was feeling a sense of power and it was an intoxicating turn on. She was so wet she could feel a bead of moisture start to slide down her thigh. She grabbed another flute of champagne and started walking back towards Brad.
She handed him the glass and introduced herself in one flawless motion. After the introduction and she had a hand free she again pushed the motion on the remote. Brad looked over at her. Though startling for the first couple of moments he had come to enjoy the sensation and now felt a bit of a loss once it was gone.
This went on for a couple more hours, Jane pushing the button, Brad finding the sensation more and more enjoyable. He had to work harder and harder to keep from getting a visible hard on. Thankfully his boxer briefs and the cut on his pants kept it from being obvious as long as he didn’t get a full on erection.
Finally the party was breaking up and they could leave. They walked out and Brad gave the valet his ticket. When the valet walked away to get their car Brad turned to her, pulled her hard against him and kissed her. She pushed the button again and he deepened the kiss. They were standing there in front of the restaurant she dripping wet, he fully hard pressing against each other, both trying to pull something from the other, but unable.
The valet cleared his throat and Brad broke free. They got in the car. When the doors were closed Jane pushed the button again and leaned over to kiss Brad, letting her hand fall to his crotch. Brad felt eyes on him and broke free. He looked out the window and saw several valets watching. He put his seat belt on, shifted his car into gear and hit the gas.
As they drove home Jane left the vibrating egg going. She unzipped his pants and moved her hand inside. She pushed his boxer briefs down so that his cock was exposed. Then she leaned down and started sucking on him.
Brad was glad their condo was so close; there was only so much he could take. He was harder than he ever remembered being. He had accepted that the vibrating egg felt very good and he as ready to come again, but one thing was stopping him.
“Jane you have to stop, you promised me something and you have to stop because I need to collect on that promise.” Jane slowed the motions of her tongue and slowly withdrew as they pulled into their parking garage. Jane stopped the egg from vibrating.
They got into the elevator, Brad hit the button to the 12th floor, then pulled Jane to him. He kissed her and started to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. Jane undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. The elevator dinged indicating they had reached their floor and the doors slid open.
Their clothes in disarray they stepped out. Brad had the keys in his hand, but Jane took them from him and slid them into the lock. They tumbled into their condo and kept undressing each other as they went to the bed.
They finished stripping and he laid her back, his cock ready to enter her anal opening. “Brad, you can’t do it that way.” Jane said and offered him a small bottle of lubricant, the same she had used on the egg that was still inside him.
Brad took it and opened the bottle. He drizzled it over her clit, so much that it slid down; between her lips, the between her cheeks until it was covering her anal opening. Then he again moved against her, until he was poised, ready to breach her. A little resistance and then finally, she relaxed and he slid in. As he slid in once again Jane hit the remote.
Brad could not believe how good it felt, he was getting his fantasy of fucking Jane up the ass and somehow having the pleasure intensified by the toy. He was ready to come. Jane was tightening.
Jane was afraid that it would hurt to finally let Brad have his way, but this did not hurt. She was so turned on from the night, from what she was doing to Brad, from what he was doing to her, she just wanted more. “Yes, give me more, fuck me hard.”
That was all Brad needed, he quickened the pace and Jane tightened and screamed; he came; she came.
Both were done. Jane moved her hand to Brad’s ass and pulled the little egg out. They were done. Brad knew that he would let Jane win more. Sweet satisfied sleep.
Copyright 2009
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
Catalicious Club
Long confidant strides, power and sexuality, this was how she moved through the club. It was the club she managed, not your usual club where the alcohol flowed and people danced the night away. This was a place where you had to go down the street to get a drink, but once back behind the doors of the club you could live out fantasy.
She had spent years feeling unwanted. No one would have known that she questioned her own desirability. She started out at the club as a cashier, unsure of herself after years of having her confidence leached away by the life she lived. It wasn’t long before she had moved up and taken control of her own life and now the club.
She was already tall, but accentuated her height with very high heels. Her body, not lacking in curves, also not lacking in strength and endurance, moved in a sexual grace that few women ever mastered.
The club had the hum. People walked in the door and after being there a few moments felt the need to go from voyeur to participant. She had a theory about that; pheromones. Even she was not immune, she just controlled and contained what she felt, remained aloof, unattainable. Still even with her clinical detachment, every now and then someone would intrigue her and tonight she was intrigued.
She knew his name was Dave, at least that is what his ID and credit card said a few days ago when he purchased a membership. She had noticed him watching her the first night he came in and made a point to find out what she could about him. Not that it was unusual for her to find a patron watching her, but usually they accompanied their watching by telling her what they wanted.
The want was always the same, for her to participate, to fulfill their fantasies.
So far Dave had watched, but said nothing. The tension of the unspoken was building for her. She would not tolerate it longer, she was in the business of knowing what people really wanted, knowing their base desires and it was past time she found out what his were.
Tonight the action was hot in her dungeon, a crowd had gathered, more and more people were setting aside inhibitions and joining in the play. She was there making sure that everyone was comfortable. Just like the nights before Dave was where she was, on the peripheral watching. Assured that no on else needed her attention she moved to the wall where he was.
“Are you enjoying the show?” There was a hint of sarcasm to her voice when she asked. In her mind he would not be watching if he wasn’t enjoying.
“That show there on St. Andrews Cross is interesting, but is nothing new, it does not intrigue me. You intrigue me.” David said it in a cultured monotone, like he was dissecting the latest savoir-faire play. She looked at what was happening on the cross; it did look scripted, played out. The woman was shackled, hands and feet. Her white blouse unbuttoned showing off her white bra, breasts over filling the cups. She had that very pale creamy skin with short brown hair. Her black school girl skirt hiked up while the man with her moved his fingers into her pussy. As he slid them in and out, the light would catch and you could see the wetness of her juices on his fingers.
As erotic as it looked, these were people who did this regularly at home and were bored with it, so they were looking to enliven it with an audience. She knew they needed a different experience, that they were looking to push the envelope. She walked away from Dave, both respecting and loathing that he noticed what she did not.
She went to the man of the pair. “It is time to take her down, try something new.” He looked at her and nodded, went to the woman’s restraints and unlocked them. She went to the woman and moved her to a new piece of equipment, ‘The Horse’. She laid the woman on it as he locked the restraints back into place, wrists and ankles. “What is your name?”
The woman answered, “Jennifer.”
She purred into Jennifer’s ear, “Mmm. Jennifer, what do you really want tonight; what is it you have never had happen to you that you want experience now?” She felt the shift in the play; nothing was scripted now; it was all impromptu and fantasy.
Jennifer was blind folded, restrained, vulnerable. “I have always wanted to be kissed, by a woman.” She smiled, those watching would enjoy seeing a woman kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer was only one half of the equation , there was a man involved, he believed he was in control, what did he want?
She stepped back and viewed Jennifer on the horse. Jennifer was submissive, at mercy and had such need. The horse positioned her in a way that left her exposed. You could see her pussy, see the wetness dripping. The way she laid pushed her breasts up and they were flushed with desire. She wanted to help fulfill that desire. She moved back. She was shoulder to shoulder with the man in control of Jennifer. “What do you want to happen to her?”
He was blunt, excited, interested, “I want to see her with a cock shoved up her while she sucks on me.” He made it easy, he knew what he wanted, she could arrange that, but first she wanted to meet the needs of the cuffed Jennifer.
“Jennifer needs to be kissed, by a woman.” She said this with no emotion; she was simply stating what Jennifer needed. “I can make that happen then I can make your fantasy happen.” She only waited for a nod and then moved to orchestrate.
First she went to a man who was a regular, his cock already in his hand; he was always ready to fuck. “Hey there Nick, enjoying the show?” he nodded, he always enjoyed. “This couple needs a little extra; someone like you. If you don’t mind I am going to have a woman kiss that girl, once she has had that kiss can you go and fuck the hell out of her?”
Nick didn’t need a moment to reply. “You got it babe, but someday it will be you I will be fucking.” She laughed. She knew as much as Nick thought it would happen; she had no interest. She saw too much of what he did here. It wasn’t what she wanted.
She now had Nick ready to take care of one part of the fantasy, now she needed the other part. She talked to several women in the room, but none would do it. She knew it needed to be done. She popped a piece of Trident Vanilla Mint gum in her mouth. A kiss was not crossing the line she had set.
She let a few minutes of anticipation build; she stepped forward, got down on her knees. Then she moved in and gave Jennifer the kiss she craved. It was slow, at fist tentative. She touched her lips to Jennifer’s slowly got used to the feel of another woman’s lips. She took in a deep breath and relaxed a degree. She slid her tongue across Jennifer’s bottom lip, nibbled at that lip and teased it. Suddenly the kiss had gone from one of boundaries and innocence to a greedy kiss where she felt like consuming Jennifer. She felt a need building, she pulled back. Ended the kiss that was drawing her too deep; once done with the kiss, it was just a motion of her head before Nick moved in.
Nick positioned himself behind Jennifer, undid the button on his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, unzipped them and let them fall. Nick was a no underwear kind of guy and with his pants at his ankles; he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. His dick was right at Jennifer’s opening and you could feel the tension in the room, everyone was waiting for him to slide into her. He knew how to play the room and he paused just a moment, looked around and then thrust, hard and deep. A few quick, deep strokes, followed by a slow rhythm, the kind that was meant to draw things out a bit, Nick wanted to take some time to enjoy.
Jennifer’s keeper moved in front of her. They had been long term partners and he felt no need for a condom with her. He unzipped and brought his cock out without taking his pants off. He wasn’t about to give Jennifer his dick to gently suck on; he shoved it down her throat. He wanted to fuck her mouth, not just have her gently suck on him and tease him. Jennifer would gag every now and then, but seemed to not mind the way she was being used. For Jennifer it was fulfillment.
The whole club was humming, thrumming with that sexual activity at a fever pitch. She looked around; this would be a night to remember at the club. Jennifer was on the horse, her partner fucking her mouth and Nick fucking her pussy. A few feet away there was a blond woman in the love swing, she had a full body and her head was tossed back as she moaned.
The man she was with had his fist up her pussy, not just a few fingers, but he had slid his whole hand in and was sliding it in and out. You could hear the wet noise of the motions. Next to him was a small group of younger guys. They were watching intently, one had moved very close, interested. The man looked at the young guy and demonstrated his technique, how he tucked his thumb behind his palm so that he could get all of his hand inside his partner.
She watched as the woman’s partner slid his hand out of her. She mewed, not happy at the loss, but soon her partners hand was replaced by that of the young guy. He worked it a moment then it was his hand filling the blond woman’s pussy. The young guy smiled, he was enthralled with the new experience already thinking of the stories he would tell when he got home. The blond woman smiled because it felt so good.
Through the beaded curtain, she looked into the next room over. The room was dominated by a large platform which supported a 12 inch thick foam mattress, covered in black vinyl. The room was designed for orgies and that is what was happening. Several couples had moved from the couples only area to this room as word of what was happening spread through the eighteen thousand square foot club.
As the action had progressed, the couples lost more and more of their inhibitions and their clothing. The orgy had started as many do, each couple staying as a couple, penises meeting vagina, just having sex next to other couples doing the same. Soon that was not enough; the thrill of fucking next to other people was not satisfying, partners switched. There were always more men in the club than women and some of those men were allowed to join in the orgy. A few more couples and singles joined, the bed was a mélange of, condom wrappers, towels, packets of lubricant and undulating bodies.
She let her eyes roam the whole scene again. There was so much happening she had to focus, look at it as separate scenes in one play. She took a deep breath; the scent of sex was almost overwhelming. She knew she was no longer needed, here. It was time for her to check on the other parts of the club. As she turned to leave she saw Dave, watching intently, with all the live sex you would normally only see on video, he wasn’t watching any of it, his eyes were on her.
She went downstairs. Downstairs was a little quiet. One girl on the dance pole with a small audience, people playing strip pool, other relaxing in the Jacuzzi, but still the air of sexual tension waiting to be unleashed, not the torrent of pheromones and fantasy already unleashed that was upstairs.
She stopped at the juice and soda bar and asked for a cup of ice and cranberry juice. Her next destination was the cage, it was called the cage, but really it was just where the price for admission was paid and collected. She used the key to open the door. Melissa was on duty tonight. It was already after two in the morning, but she still had a line. It made sense, she had seen several people sending text messages and making calls on their cell phones upstairs, she knew that her security was telling every cab driver dropping off about what was going on and she had even seen a few of the cabbies taking a quick look. People were coming and would be for several more hours.
It would be a long night and she knew that this would be a night where they would not even lock the doors until after seven in the morning. Melissa finished up with the customer she had been helping and let the next know it would be just a minute. “Where are we at for the night?” she asked. Melissa clicked on the mouse a few times, “We are already at twenty thousand tonight.” She nodded, it was a good night and the owner would be pleased. She had Melissa give her all but $300 in change and dropped it into the safe. She then took her juice and left the cage.
For all of the very public places there were two private spaces in the club, the owners’ office and hers. She went to the back of the club, to a place that was darker than the rest, felt for the door knob, fumbled the key into the lock, turned and then opened the door to her refuge. She first went to her small stereo and hit play. Then she went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka, it was her favorite, real potato vodka, VOX.
She poured a generous amount into her cranberry juice. She went to the small couch in her office, sat back and drank. For a moment she was able to loose herself in the vodka and music. She thought about the night, the weekend. She knew this was going to be a record month where the club made more than it had ever before. She knew she was part of why, but that only made her take a deeper gulp of her vodka and cranberry.
She was good at getting others to live fantasy, encouraging them to have a moment of what they wanted, but never allowed that for herself. She gave, but didn’t take. She didn’t want to over analyze it so she stopped thinking about it, got up and went to her computer. She opened her profit spreadsheet and punched in a few numbers. With expenses factored in the club owner was going to clear a profit over one hundred fifty thousand this month.
She left her office, checking the club the final time for the night before she closed the cage and started counting the money and auditing the drawers at the two juice bars and café. As she wandered through the rooms she found Dave sitting alone in the dark in the shadow box room. The room was lighted and had curtains so that all one could see if they were sitting in the viewing area was shadows.
She sat down next to him. “Did you enjoy?” Even with the darkness of the room she could see his eyes flash at her. “I saw things that I enjoyed watching.” It was an answer that was designed to hide what he really thought and she knew it, but she was not going to ask him more or dig deeper, she simply nodded and got up.
She made her way through the club; letting staff at the bars know it was time to start shutting down. Saying goodnight to the regulars, making small talk about the incredible night, letting them know about the next event. Her employees knew the routine, they knew her destination. She was going back to her office and doing the final count for the night so she could close down and leave.
Once again in the void of light she fumbled the key into the lock and went into her office. She closed the door and went to her desk. The final count only took a few minutes and as she finished there was a soft knock on the door. She dropped everything into the safe in her office and then crossed the room to open the door. Dave was standing there. She motioned him in and closed the door.
Dave sat on the couch; she went to the chair behind her desk. Her guard was down; the night though successful had taken a lot out of her. She was blunt. “What are you looking for tonight?”
“I have watched you for several nights now,” his voice held a bit of caution as though he didn’t want to spook her “you have needs, deep needs. Needs you ignore; I want to give you fulfillment.”
Her mind was working in overdrive. Thinking thirty thins simultaneously; it was difficult to focus on just one thought. While she sorted out everything racing through her head the silence stretched and Dave gave her time to work it all out. Finally she picked through her thoughts and one became came clear, why not. Everyone else got what they needed here, so why not her. The place often took from her; maybe tonight it was time to let it give to her some.
She stood up. “Stay here, I will be back.” She went to the door and walked out, leaving Dave in her office alone.
She locked the club up quickly. Usually she left with all the other employees, but tonight she sent them out mentioning that she didn’t want to keep them waiting while she finished paper work. With the doors locked, she went through the club once more. She stopped at the door of the owner, knocked, it was empty.
She moved on, the dungeon was the last room to check. She could still smell the sex in the air there. The excitement, the pheromones; standing there an image flashed through her head, a need.
She returned to her office assured the club was empty.
Taking a deep breath she once again entered her office. She knew her need, what she wanted, but was not sure she could.
“You want to give me fulfillment.” She sat down next to Dave.
He turned toward her, looked at her, waiting for something. The silence stretched several beats too long. “You don’t even know how to tell someone what you want anymore, do you?” Dave’s voice was soft and low as he asked the question, she almost seemed to flinch at the question and he knew he had hit the mark.
She just looked at him and gave an almost unperceivable nod and then she stood up and went to the door. She knew he would follow.
She walked through the darkened club, Dave following behind. She went upstairs where the dungeon was. She stopped at the juice bar there and went behind the counter. That is where the hand cuffs and whips were. She picked out a few items. As she came out from behind the bar with her chosen items in hand; Dave raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need to be in control.” She walked on ahead.
Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and feelings. She knew the owner of the club didn’t trust her because she was a woman. There had been too many occasions where hopped up on too much blow he had come close to hitting her, all the while he wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about being in control of a sexual encounter of experimenting with her feelings of anger and attraction towards the opposite sex.
They entered a little known and little used room in the club. It was just off the dudgeon, but often overlooked. Amongst those who worked at the club the room was called the hot wax room, meant to satisfy those who had a fetish about dripping burning candles over their partner’s body. She wasn’t there for that. The room had a table that restraints could be attached to. That is why she was there. She wanted to restrain Dave so that she could feel in control.
She indicated she wanted him to lie on the table, he started to oblige. “I need you naked.” He looked at her, took his clothes off, following her command.
She had him face up; she wanted to be able to see his expressions. She fastened cuffs to each of the four corners of the table. Then the restrained each his wrists and ankles. She walked around the table, seeming to inspect him. He wasn’t much taller than her with an average, but well kept build. He wasn’t gorgeous, but was above average. She usually didn’t pay attention to the details of a man, but like this, in control she could. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair.
On the streets Dave would not be a remarkable man, but his eyes flashed with intelligence and drive. She sensed that in some ways he matched her. She let her hands start to explore him. First she touched his hands and feet. She noted how he was just a little ticklish. She then moved to his arms and his chest, just touching, his legs, thighs. He was hard and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, used her thumb to caress the tip. Soon her thumb was slick with his pre-cum, sliding easily.
She released his cock and turned to a small table in the room where she had left the things she had collected from the bar. She picked up a whip. It wasn’t your usual Zorro styled whip with one long tendril that could lash out doing so much damage. It had many strands, soft strands of kid leather. She turned towards Dave and dragged this whip against his body. The soft leather felt like a caress, not like punishment and for a while she just moved the whip against his body with a soft and caring touch.
She withdrew and stepped back looking at him. She thought about what she had heard one of the clubs dominatrix saying when giving a lesson on whip technique. Never too close to the genitals, the whip could wrap around testes or penis and cause damage; always thighs or chest.
She experimented a bit, hitting softly hitting a little harder; a few strikes leaving slight pink lines on Dave’s skin. Every few strokes with the whip she would put her hand on his erection and stroke him. It had only been a few minutes, she was only beginning to experiment, to feel a little power and she looked at Dave’s eyes.
His eyes were clouded with lust. “I want to fulfill you, to make you cum. I know you want to climb on and ride me and give yourself that orgasm.” She let his words sink in a moment. Then she understood his motivation, his fantasy was not really about letting her have fulfillment. He wanted her to orgasm, he wanted to be a part of her orgasm, but he didn’t want her to really be fulfilled. He saw fulfillment as only the physical component, the rushing blood, the spasms of a vagina, but not the release or meeting of emotional needs.
She shook her head at her own folly, she should have never known better. It was never about her. She turned away and walked back to the juice bar where she had gotten the cuffs and whip. She found a gag and a few packets of lubricant.
She returned to him. She put the gag on him; she didn’t want to hear any more of his words. She opened the first packet of lubricant, drizzled it on his cock and the second. He was wet and slippery. She started using her hand on him, massaging his penis, making it engorge and enlarge as more blood filled it. She stroked slowly going from tip to balls. She could see in his eyes he wanted her on top of him, he wanted to have her pussy gliding over him like her hand was. She wasn’t going to give him that.
She kept moving her hand in a pace that slowly sped up. She was moving him towards his orgasm. She could see how much he wanted to be in her, how much he wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clenching at him. She climbed on top of the bed, on top of him. She teased him with the possibility. She unbuttoned her top and revealed full breasts. She positioned herself between his legs and then slid his cock into her cleavage.
She knew he could see it. See is cock moving between her breasts, feel the sensation. She felt him tense, knew he was on edge. One twitch and she knew he was going to cum. She moved away from him. He was cumming, he had gone over the edge but he had no touch no sensation while he came. His sperm shot all over his abdomen and chest. His orgasm felt good yet not quite compete, not fulfilling.
She went to the top of the bed and leaned down “Fulfillment isn’t always just about an orgasm.”
She walked away, stopping as she exited the room to turn the heat up a bit. She was leaving him for the morning cleaning crew to find in a little more than an hour.
Copyright 2009
She had spent years feeling unwanted. No one would have known that she questioned her own desirability. She started out at the club as a cashier, unsure of herself after years of having her confidence leached away by the life she lived. It wasn’t long before she had moved up and taken control of her own life and now the club.
She was already tall, but accentuated her height with very high heels. Her body, not lacking in curves, also not lacking in strength and endurance, moved in a sexual grace that few women ever mastered.
The club had the hum. People walked in the door and after being there a few moments felt the need to go from voyeur to participant. She had a theory about that; pheromones. Even she was not immune, she just controlled and contained what she felt, remained aloof, unattainable. Still even with her clinical detachment, every now and then someone would intrigue her and tonight she was intrigued.
She knew his name was Dave, at least that is what his ID and credit card said a few days ago when he purchased a membership. She had noticed him watching her the first night he came in and made a point to find out what she could about him. Not that it was unusual for her to find a patron watching her, but usually they accompanied their watching by telling her what they wanted.
The want was always the same, for her to participate, to fulfill their fantasies.
So far Dave had watched, but said nothing. The tension of the unspoken was building for her. She would not tolerate it longer, she was in the business of knowing what people really wanted, knowing their base desires and it was past time she found out what his were.
Tonight the action was hot in her dungeon, a crowd had gathered, more and more people were setting aside inhibitions and joining in the play. She was there making sure that everyone was comfortable. Just like the nights before Dave was where she was, on the peripheral watching. Assured that no on else needed her attention she moved to the wall where he was.
“Are you enjoying the show?” There was a hint of sarcasm to her voice when she asked. In her mind he would not be watching if he wasn’t enjoying.
“That show there on St. Andrews Cross is interesting, but is nothing new, it does not intrigue me. You intrigue me.” David said it in a cultured monotone, like he was dissecting the latest savoir-faire play. She looked at what was happening on the cross; it did look scripted, played out. The woman was shackled, hands and feet. Her white blouse unbuttoned showing off her white bra, breasts over filling the cups. She had that very pale creamy skin with short brown hair. Her black school girl skirt hiked up while the man with her moved his fingers into her pussy. As he slid them in and out, the light would catch and you could see the wetness of her juices on his fingers.
As erotic as it looked, these were people who did this regularly at home and were bored with it, so they were looking to enliven it with an audience. She knew they needed a different experience, that they were looking to push the envelope. She walked away from Dave, both respecting and loathing that he noticed what she did not.
She went to the man of the pair. “It is time to take her down, try something new.” He looked at her and nodded, went to the woman’s restraints and unlocked them. She went to the woman and moved her to a new piece of equipment, ‘The Horse’. She laid the woman on it as he locked the restraints back into place, wrists and ankles. “What is your name?”
The woman answered, “Jennifer.”
She purred into Jennifer’s ear, “Mmm. Jennifer, what do you really want tonight; what is it you have never had happen to you that you want experience now?” She felt the shift in the play; nothing was scripted now; it was all impromptu and fantasy.
Jennifer was blind folded, restrained, vulnerable. “I have always wanted to be kissed, by a woman.” She smiled, those watching would enjoy seeing a woman kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer was only one half of the equation , there was a man involved, he believed he was in control, what did he want?
She stepped back and viewed Jennifer on the horse. Jennifer was submissive, at mercy and had such need. The horse positioned her in a way that left her exposed. You could see her pussy, see the wetness dripping. The way she laid pushed her breasts up and they were flushed with desire. She wanted to help fulfill that desire. She moved back. She was shoulder to shoulder with the man in control of Jennifer. “What do you want to happen to her?”
He was blunt, excited, interested, “I want to see her with a cock shoved up her while she sucks on me.” He made it easy, he knew what he wanted, she could arrange that, but first she wanted to meet the needs of the cuffed Jennifer.
“Jennifer needs to be kissed, by a woman.” She said this with no emotion; she was simply stating what Jennifer needed. “I can make that happen then I can make your fantasy happen.” She only waited for a nod and then moved to orchestrate.
First she went to a man who was a regular, his cock already in his hand; he was always ready to fuck. “Hey there Nick, enjoying the show?” he nodded, he always enjoyed. “This couple needs a little extra; someone like you. If you don’t mind I am going to have a woman kiss that girl, once she has had that kiss can you go and fuck the hell out of her?”
Nick didn’t need a moment to reply. “You got it babe, but someday it will be you I will be fucking.” She laughed. She knew as much as Nick thought it would happen; she had no interest. She saw too much of what he did here. It wasn’t what she wanted.
She now had Nick ready to take care of one part of the fantasy, now she needed the other part. She talked to several women in the room, but none would do it. She knew it needed to be done. She popped a piece of Trident Vanilla Mint gum in her mouth. A kiss was not crossing the line she had set.
She let a few minutes of anticipation build; she stepped forward, got down on her knees. Then she moved in and gave Jennifer the kiss she craved. It was slow, at fist tentative. She touched her lips to Jennifer’s slowly got used to the feel of another woman’s lips. She took in a deep breath and relaxed a degree. She slid her tongue across Jennifer’s bottom lip, nibbled at that lip and teased it. Suddenly the kiss had gone from one of boundaries and innocence to a greedy kiss where she felt like consuming Jennifer. She felt a need building, she pulled back. Ended the kiss that was drawing her too deep; once done with the kiss, it was just a motion of her head before Nick moved in.
Nick positioned himself behind Jennifer, undid the button on his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, unzipped them and let them fall. Nick was a no underwear kind of guy and with his pants at his ankles; he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. His dick was right at Jennifer’s opening and you could feel the tension in the room, everyone was waiting for him to slide into her. He knew how to play the room and he paused just a moment, looked around and then thrust, hard and deep. A few quick, deep strokes, followed by a slow rhythm, the kind that was meant to draw things out a bit, Nick wanted to take some time to enjoy.
Jennifer’s keeper moved in front of her. They had been long term partners and he felt no need for a condom with her. He unzipped and brought his cock out without taking his pants off. He wasn’t about to give Jennifer his dick to gently suck on; he shoved it down her throat. He wanted to fuck her mouth, not just have her gently suck on him and tease him. Jennifer would gag every now and then, but seemed to not mind the way she was being used. For Jennifer it was fulfillment.
The whole club was humming, thrumming with that sexual activity at a fever pitch. She looked around; this would be a night to remember at the club. Jennifer was on the horse, her partner fucking her mouth and Nick fucking her pussy. A few feet away there was a blond woman in the love swing, she had a full body and her head was tossed back as she moaned.
The man she was with had his fist up her pussy, not just a few fingers, but he had slid his whole hand in and was sliding it in and out. You could hear the wet noise of the motions. Next to him was a small group of younger guys. They were watching intently, one had moved very close, interested. The man looked at the young guy and demonstrated his technique, how he tucked his thumb behind his palm so that he could get all of his hand inside his partner.
She watched as the woman’s partner slid his hand out of her. She mewed, not happy at the loss, but soon her partners hand was replaced by that of the young guy. He worked it a moment then it was his hand filling the blond woman’s pussy. The young guy smiled, he was enthralled with the new experience already thinking of the stories he would tell when he got home. The blond woman smiled because it felt so good.
Through the beaded curtain, she looked into the next room over. The room was dominated by a large platform which supported a 12 inch thick foam mattress, covered in black vinyl. The room was designed for orgies and that is what was happening. Several couples had moved from the couples only area to this room as word of what was happening spread through the eighteen thousand square foot club.
As the action had progressed, the couples lost more and more of their inhibitions and their clothing. The orgy had started as many do, each couple staying as a couple, penises meeting vagina, just having sex next to other couples doing the same. Soon that was not enough; the thrill of fucking next to other people was not satisfying, partners switched. There were always more men in the club than women and some of those men were allowed to join in the orgy. A few more couples and singles joined, the bed was a mélange of, condom wrappers, towels, packets of lubricant and undulating bodies.
She let her eyes roam the whole scene again. There was so much happening she had to focus, look at it as separate scenes in one play. She took a deep breath; the scent of sex was almost overwhelming. She knew she was no longer needed, here. It was time for her to check on the other parts of the club. As she turned to leave she saw Dave, watching intently, with all the live sex you would normally only see on video, he wasn’t watching any of it, his eyes were on her.
She went downstairs. Downstairs was a little quiet. One girl on the dance pole with a small audience, people playing strip pool, other relaxing in the Jacuzzi, but still the air of sexual tension waiting to be unleashed, not the torrent of pheromones and fantasy already unleashed that was upstairs.
She stopped at the juice and soda bar and asked for a cup of ice and cranberry juice. Her next destination was the cage, it was called the cage, but really it was just where the price for admission was paid and collected. She used the key to open the door. Melissa was on duty tonight. It was already after two in the morning, but she still had a line. It made sense, she had seen several people sending text messages and making calls on their cell phones upstairs, she knew that her security was telling every cab driver dropping off about what was going on and she had even seen a few of the cabbies taking a quick look. People were coming and would be for several more hours.
It would be a long night and she knew that this would be a night where they would not even lock the doors until after seven in the morning. Melissa finished up with the customer she had been helping and let the next know it would be just a minute. “Where are we at for the night?” she asked. Melissa clicked on the mouse a few times, “We are already at twenty thousand tonight.” She nodded, it was a good night and the owner would be pleased. She had Melissa give her all but $300 in change and dropped it into the safe. She then took her juice and left the cage.
For all of the very public places there were two private spaces in the club, the owners’ office and hers. She went to the back of the club, to a place that was darker than the rest, felt for the door knob, fumbled the key into the lock, turned and then opened the door to her refuge. She first went to her small stereo and hit play. Then she went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka, it was her favorite, real potato vodka, VOX.
She poured a generous amount into her cranberry juice. She went to the small couch in her office, sat back and drank. For a moment she was able to loose herself in the vodka and music. She thought about the night, the weekend. She knew this was going to be a record month where the club made more than it had ever before. She knew she was part of why, but that only made her take a deeper gulp of her vodka and cranberry.
She was good at getting others to live fantasy, encouraging them to have a moment of what they wanted, but never allowed that for herself. She gave, but didn’t take. She didn’t want to over analyze it so she stopped thinking about it, got up and went to her computer. She opened her profit spreadsheet and punched in a few numbers. With expenses factored in the club owner was going to clear a profit over one hundred fifty thousand this month.
She left her office, checking the club the final time for the night before she closed the cage and started counting the money and auditing the drawers at the two juice bars and café. As she wandered through the rooms she found Dave sitting alone in the dark in the shadow box room. The room was lighted and had curtains so that all one could see if they were sitting in the viewing area was shadows.
She sat down next to him. “Did you enjoy?” Even with the darkness of the room she could see his eyes flash at her. “I saw things that I enjoyed watching.” It was an answer that was designed to hide what he really thought and she knew it, but she was not going to ask him more or dig deeper, she simply nodded and got up.
She made her way through the club; letting staff at the bars know it was time to start shutting down. Saying goodnight to the regulars, making small talk about the incredible night, letting them know about the next event. Her employees knew the routine, they knew her destination. She was going back to her office and doing the final count for the night so she could close down and leave.
Once again in the void of light she fumbled the key into the lock and went into her office. She closed the door and went to her desk. The final count only took a few minutes and as she finished there was a soft knock on the door. She dropped everything into the safe in her office and then crossed the room to open the door. Dave was standing there. She motioned him in and closed the door.
Dave sat on the couch; she went to the chair behind her desk. Her guard was down; the night though successful had taken a lot out of her. She was blunt. “What are you looking for tonight?”
“I have watched you for several nights now,” his voice held a bit of caution as though he didn’t want to spook her “you have needs, deep needs. Needs you ignore; I want to give you fulfillment.”
Her mind was working in overdrive. Thinking thirty thins simultaneously; it was difficult to focus on just one thought. While she sorted out everything racing through her head the silence stretched and Dave gave her time to work it all out. Finally she picked through her thoughts and one became came clear, why not. Everyone else got what they needed here, so why not her. The place often took from her; maybe tonight it was time to let it give to her some.
She stood up. “Stay here, I will be back.” She went to the door and walked out, leaving Dave in her office alone.
She locked the club up quickly. Usually she left with all the other employees, but tonight she sent them out mentioning that she didn’t want to keep them waiting while she finished paper work. With the doors locked, she went through the club once more. She stopped at the door of the owner, knocked, it was empty.
She moved on, the dungeon was the last room to check. She could still smell the sex in the air there. The excitement, the pheromones; standing there an image flashed through her head, a need.
She returned to her office assured the club was empty.
Taking a deep breath she once again entered her office. She knew her need, what she wanted, but was not sure she could.
“You want to give me fulfillment.” She sat down next to Dave.
He turned toward her, looked at her, waiting for something. The silence stretched several beats too long. “You don’t even know how to tell someone what you want anymore, do you?” Dave’s voice was soft and low as he asked the question, she almost seemed to flinch at the question and he knew he had hit the mark.
She just looked at him and gave an almost unperceivable nod and then she stood up and went to the door. She knew he would follow.
She walked through the darkened club, Dave following behind. She went upstairs where the dungeon was. She stopped at the juice bar there and went behind the counter. That is where the hand cuffs and whips were. She picked out a few items. As she came out from behind the bar with her chosen items in hand; Dave raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need to be in control.” She walked on ahead.
Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and feelings. She knew the owner of the club didn’t trust her because she was a woman. There had been too many occasions where hopped up on too much blow he had come close to hitting her, all the while he wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about being in control of a sexual encounter of experimenting with her feelings of anger and attraction towards the opposite sex.
They entered a little known and little used room in the club. It was just off the dudgeon, but often overlooked. Amongst those who worked at the club the room was called the hot wax room, meant to satisfy those who had a fetish about dripping burning candles over their partner’s body. She wasn’t there for that. The room had a table that restraints could be attached to. That is why she was there. She wanted to restrain Dave so that she could feel in control.
She indicated she wanted him to lie on the table, he started to oblige. “I need you naked.” He looked at her, took his clothes off, following her command.
She had him face up; she wanted to be able to see his expressions. She fastened cuffs to each of the four corners of the table. Then the restrained each his wrists and ankles. She walked around the table, seeming to inspect him. He wasn’t much taller than her with an average, but well kept build. He wasn’t gorgeous, but was above average. She usually didn’t pay attention to the details of a man, but like this, in control she could. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair.
On the streets Dave would not be a remarkable man, but his eyes flashed with intelligence and drive. She sensed that in some ways he matched her. She let her hands start to explore him. First she touched his hands and feet. She noted how he was just a little ticklish. She then moved to his arms and his chest, just touching, his legs, thighs. He was hard and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, used her thumb to caress the tip. Soon her thumb was slick with his pre-cum, sliding easily.
She released his cock and turned to a small table in the room where she had left the things she had collected from the bar. She picked up a whip. It wasn’t your usual Zorro styled whip with one long tendril that could lash out doing so much damage. It had many strands, soft strands of kid leather. She turned towards Dave and dragged this whip against his body. The soft leather felt like a caress, not like punishment and for a while she just moved the whip against his body with a soft and caring touch.
She withdrew and stepped back looking at him. She thought about what she had heard one of the clubs dominatrix saying when giving a lesson on whip technique. Never too close to the genitals, the whip could wrap around testes or penis and cause damage; always thighs or chest.
She experimented a bit, hitting softly hitting a little harder; a few strikes leaving slight pink lines on Dave’s skin. Every few strokes with the whip she would put her hand on his erection and stroke him. It had only been a few minutes, she was only beginning to experiment, to feel a little power and she looked at Dave’s eyes.
His eyes were clouded with lust. “I want to fulfill you, to make you cum. I know you want to climb on and ride me and give yourself that orgasm.” She let his words sink in a moment. Then she understood his motivation, his fantasy was not really about letting her have fulfillment. He wanted her to orgasm, he wanted to be a part of her orgasm, but he didn’t want her to really be fulfilled. He saw fulfillment as only the physical component, the rushing blood, the spasms of a vagina, but not the release or meeting of emotional needs.
She shook her head at her own folly, she should have never known better. It was never about her. She turned away and walked back to the juice bar where she had gotten the cuffs and whip. She found a gag and a few packets of lubricant.
She returned to him. She put the gag on him; she didn’t want to hear any more of his words. She opened the first packet of lubricant, drizzled it on his cock and the second. He was wet and slippery. She started using her hand on him, massaging his penis, making it engorge and enlarge as more blood filled it. She stroked slowly going from tip to balls. She could see in his eyes he wanted her on top of him, he wanted to have her pussy gliding over him like her hand was. She wasn’t going to give him that.
She kept moving her hand in a pace that slowly sped up. She was moving him towards his orgasm. She could see how much he wanted to be in her, how much he wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clenching at him. She climbed on top of the bed, on top of him. She teased him with the possibility. She unbuttoned her top and revealed full breasts. She positioned herself between his legs and then slid his cock into her cleavage.
She knew he could see it. See is cock moving between her breasts, feel the sensation. She felt him tense, knew he was on edge. One twitch and she knew he was going to cum. She moved away from him. He was cumming, he had gone over the edge but he had no touch no sensation while he came. His sperm shot all over his abdomen and chest. His orgasm felt good yet not quite compete, not fulfilling.
She went to the top of the bed and leaned down “Fulfillment isn’t always just about an orgasm.”
She walked away, stopping as she exited the room to turn the heat up a bit. She was leaving him for the morning cleaning crew to find in a little more than an hour.
Copyright 2009
Magic
So meeting a guy on-line wasn’t always the safest idea, but for Nora it seemed to be no less safe than meeting up with a guy at the bar. In many ways it was better; over the net you could have many conversations, feel a person out over time and see if their answers remained consistent. Still every now and then circumstances conspired and Nora would throw caution to the wind and meet someone sooner rather than later; for a real date instead of a quick coffee.
Conspiracy was afoot and Nora made a split second decision to meet in person, the guy she just met on-line. He was a local Magician, not unusual in Vegas, she checked out his page and pegged him for a player, but sometimes a girl just needed a night out. He suggested a Hookah Lounge; seemed appropriate, smoke and mirrors.
They met, she recognized the attraction immediately, but was cautious, just because she felt it didn’t mean he did. They sat down, got comfortable. The conversation flowed; it was easy, comfortable and honest. He showed off some of his craft, demonstrating a few card tricks, laughing as he mentioned with a wink and a smile that he was good with his hands.
Nora had never believed in magic, she was one of those in the audience always thinking about what kind of contortion it took for the assistants to make the illusions work. She always thought that it was the assistants who were the most talented and did the most work. On an intellectual level she knew that the magician conceived of, planned and ultimately executed each trick. Still on a night to night basis Nora thought it was the assistants and stage hands that made the real magic. Tonight she was starting to believe that there were magicians and magic in the word and just maybe some of it was for her.
It was time to leave the Hookah lounge, they went to his car. They sat, they talked, kissed. Nora had experienced all kinds of kisses; sloppy, wet, cold, aggressive, shy, but the way he kissed her; it was like she was kissing herself, perfect. She felt like her mind was being read, her needs anticipated. He allowed her time so she could nibble on his lower lip, didn’t invade, but let her slowly advance on him. Then he would return the favor. Every moment held by breathlessness.
Need had built; she wanted him, it was mutual. The keys had already been in the ignition, car started, a necessity if you wanted air conditioning in the Las Vegas heat. He looked at her “You okay with this?”
“Yes,” She pleaded as much as a reply.
He drove, Nora with her hand on his thigh. Playing, teasing. Touching him, feeling his hardness in his jeans; the neon of Vegas passing by them in a blur, the wetness of his pre-cum soaking through those jeans, it felt right. He pulled into the long corral of covered parking that marked apartment living everywhere. They each opened their own door, but necessity required she follow him to his apartment.
The keys slid into the door; magic. Once open they entered, he turned to close it, pinning her, kissing her, his need now showing. It was no longer the dance of give and take that they had been doing earlier; there was now a possession to his kiss. She returned the possession, the fierceness. It was a new dance, but still they were matched, their need in sync.
His hands, on her hips, slid up, under her shirt, feeling her curves, her softness that covered her layer of strength. She followed. She found his smooth warm skin, muscle underneath, not so much that she felt over-powered, but enough to make her feel feminine. She let go when his hands moved higher, lifted her arms up as he removed her shirt.
She still had her bra on, black, giving contrast to the pale of her skin. He breasts were full and not fake. He trailed his kisses down, between, kissing nuzzling and then he moved one of the cups of her bra aside and found her nipple. She gasped, the sensation took over her. Her hands moved down and she found his belt, unfastening it.
She unbuttoned him and slid his zipper down, slid her hand in until she found his naked skin, brought her hand to her mouth, licked her thumb and went back to him, slowly circling her wet thumb around the tip of his penis. The sensation hit him and he paused momentarily, sucking in breath rather than sucking on her tit.
She took the opportunity, sliding down till she was on her knees. She fastened her mouth on his erection, taking almost all of it in. Her fingers grasped the base and her mouth worked the rest, shaft to tip. His hands moved through her hair, not looking to guide her, but for a place to experience sensation. His hands used to picking up the feel and nuance of the cards now felt each strand of her hair passing over his fingers.
It was almost as if her mouth responded directly to his need, her tongue stroking him, caressing the tip in a rhythm he could not resist. He wanted to intertwine his fingers into her hair, to thrust into her mouth. He also wanted to give her pleasure, not just take from her.
He moved down to his knees, matching her position. Stopping the feel of subservience and moving it back to equality. Kissing her lips again, her neck, moving his hands across her bare skin, moving his hands to her back and unfastening her bra, revealing more bare skin to explore.
She wanted to touch more of him, feel more of his skin beneath her finger tips. She pushed his shirt up, over his head. They embraced, both felt the honesty of skin to skin, both wanted more, but were too hungry for the feel of skin and the taste of each others mouths to move yet. They stayed there for a few minutes, locked in an embrace of wondering hands and lips, exploring.
They were still at the door and the tile at the entryway was biting into knees, finally he broke free, moving to his feet and pulling her up with him. He lead, she followed. There was a couch in the one bed room apartment, but that was not where they were headed.
The door to the room was ajar, he pushed it far enough to let them in. As he walked into the room, bringing her behind him he reached down to a low table and picked up a remote. A push of the button and the room reverberated with a soft musical hum. The lighting had already been set low and the bedspread pulled back, an invitation to come in.
Nora had a moment of hesitation. Was this magic, the skillful manipulation of a player or just a dream; in the end she went with it, what could one night of beautiful hurt anyway.
The bed took up the center of the room, tall well appointed, wine colored sheets. He positioned her against the end of the bed, setting things up for what he intentioned.
He kissed her, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. Moving, slowly to her ear and then trailing down her neck, between her breasts, he kept kissing. Sinking down, undoing the top of her jeans. He moved lower, pulling her jeans off her hips, down her thighs, letting them rest at her calves. Her panties were black, matching her bra, highlighting again the contrast of dark clothing against very pale skin, dichotomy.
He pressed his lips against her, tasting her through the barrier, wanting more, but prolonging, breathing her in. Her scent, the uniqueness of a woman who wants a man, wants to feel him, be felt by him, it was a moment of beauty and he wanted just a moment to experience it.
He moved her black boy shorts down to meet her jeans. Flicked his tongue against her clitoris; he had anticipated the response, the breath in followed by a moment with no breath at all. He had her. A slight push back and she fell against the bed. Quickly he divested both of them of their clothing.
He moved them both to the top of the bed where their heads met pillows; he started kissing her naked body. In a way it felt like worship and another it felt more like being devoured. She could take no more. She was a woman who did not sit by idly waiting for what she wanted.
She shifted, then in one fluid movement straddled him, she now did to him what he had been doing to her. Worshiping, devouring, tasting, teasing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on both their bodies, she could taste the salt in it, but she also felt like she could taste the desire, as if desire had a taste. Nora was positioned, ready to slide down on him.
He moved his legs, bending his knees, keeping her from sliding down on him. He reached up, his fingers trailing down between her breasts, down to her navel, down across smooth shaved skin. He turned his palm up as he slid his fingers between pink lips. Nora felt him slide his fingers between her lips, finding the wetness, then he slid them into her. He found that spot, the one that drove her to the edge, to a point where thought stopped and it was only physical sensation that ruled her. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and moved his legs down. Nora took the moment to slide down him; that was all she needed to go over the edge. The walls of her vagina convulsed around him, squeezing him, drawing him in farther. He didn’t let her orgasm subside completely before he started thrusting up into her. She was again falling into pleasure, into another orgasm, squeezing, licking, kissing, milking, pulling him into her deeper, relaxing a degree to two and starting over again.
He was used to control, his illusions and magic required he keep control, but the way Nora’s body responded was quickly pushing him beyond control. He had only been inside her for about three minutes and already he was cuming. His body was giving over to her, seeking, filling; her response was a scream, her nails digging into him. She was as far gone as he was.
Just as his body felt the final moment of his release, her body started again, orgasming and in that moment it sent him back over the edge. He wasn’t sure if he came again but he knew that he had orgasmed again. It was something he had not experienced before, but Nora was not the kind of woman he normally experienced.
They fell asleep, briefly one or the other waking up to start their play over again. In the morning, after one last orgasm together, it was time for Nora to go, she had to get to work in the morning. He told her to meet him again that night at his apartment and she agreed she would.
All day at her desk Nora thought about what was to come that night. Her concentration wasn’t at it’s best but she functioned throughout the day.
She went home, showered. Then she drove to his apartment. She knocked, but there was no answer. She tried the door knob, it was open and so she went in. Her breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the room, it was empty and nothing was there but bare walls and floor. She felt like something had been stolen, her breath coming more quickly, her heart pounding. She startled.
She opened her eyes; eyes she had not realized were closed. The room was dark and she was in her own bed and there was a beeping that would not stop. She looked over it was her alarm clock. She hit the off button. She had been dreaming, it was all a figment of her mind at sleep.
She showered and got ready for a day at the office. Just before she left she took a moment to stop at the computer. She checked her page. There were several guys looking to see if she was interested. She clicked on no a few times, yes once, then she came to the last guy in her queue. A local magician and comedian, her breath caught, the resemblance was at the level of doppelganger. She looked at the options, only two yes or no. She clicked and turned off the computer.
Copyright 2009
Conspiracy was afoot and Nora made a split second decision to meet in person, the guy she just met on-line. He was a local Magician, not unusual in Vegas, she checked out his page and pegged him for a player, but sometimes a girl just needed a night out. He suggested a Hookah Lounge; seemed appropriate, smoke and mirrors.
They met, she recognized the attraction immediately, but was cautious, just because she felt it didn’t mean he did. They sat down, got comfortable. The conversation flowed; it was easy, comfortable and honest. He showed off some of his craft, demonstrating a few card tricks, laughing as he mentioned with a wink and a smile that he was good with his hands.
Nora had never believed in magic, she was one of those in the audience always thinking about what kind of contortion it took for the assistants to make the illusions work. She always thought that it was the assistants who were the most talented and did the most work. On an intellectual level she knew that the magician conceived of, planned and ultimately executed each trick. Still on a night to night basis Nora thought it was the assistants and stage hands that made the real magic. Tonight she was starting to believe that there were magicians and magic in the word and just maybe some of it was for her.
It was time to leave the Hookah lounge, they went to his car. They sat, they talked, kissed. Nora had experienced all kinds of kisses; sloppy, wet, cold, aggressive, shy, but the way he kissed her; it was like she was kissing herself, perfect. She felt like her mind was being read, her needs anticipated. He allowed her time so she could nibble on his lower lip, didn’t invade, but let her slowly advance on him. Then he would return the favor. Every moment held by breathlessness.
Need had built; she wanted him, it was mutual. The keys had already been in the ignition, car started, a necessity if you wanted air conditioning in the Las Vegas heat. He looked at her “You okay with this?”
“Yes,” She pleaded as much as a reply.
He drove, Nora with her hand on his thigh. Playing, teasing. Touching him, feeling his hardness in his jeans; the neon of Vegas passing by them in a blur, the wetness of his pre-cum soaking through those jeans, it felt right. He pulled into the long corral of covered parking that marked apartment living everywhere. They each opened their own door, but necessity required she follow him to his apartment.
The keys slid into the door; magic. Once open they entered, he turned to close it, pinning her, kissing her, his need now showing. It was no longer the dance of give and take that they had been doing earlier; there was now a possession to his kiss. She returned the possession, the fierceness. It was a new dance, but still they were matched, their need in sync.
His hands, on her hips, slid up, under her shirt, feeling her curves, her softness that covered her layer of strength. She followed. She found his smooth warm skin, muscle underneath, not so much that she felt over-powered, but enough to make her feel feminine. She let go when his hands moved higher, lifted her arms up as he removed her shirt.
She still had her bra on, black, giving contrast to the pale of her skin. He breasts were full and not fake. He trailed his kisses down, between, kissing nuzzling and then he moved one of the cups of her bra aside and found her nipple. She gasped, the sensation took over her. Her hands moved down and she found his belt, unfastening it.
She unbuttoned him and slid his zipper down, slid her hand in until she found his naked skin, brought her hand to her mouth, licked her thumb and went back to him, slowly circling her wet thumb around the tip of his penis. The sensation hit him and he paused momentarily, sucking in breath rather than sucking on her tit.
She took the opportunity, sliding down till she was on her knees. She fastened her mouth on his erection, taking almost all of it in. Her fingers grasped the base and her mouth worked the rest, shaft to tip. His hands moved through her hair, not looking to guide her, but for a place to experience sensation. His hands used to picking up the feel and nuance of the cards now felt each strand of her hair passing over his fingers.
It was almost as if her mouth responded directly to his need, her tongue stroking him, caressing the tip in a rhythm he could not resist. He wanted to intertwine his fingers into her hair, to thrust into her mouth. He also wanted to give her pleasure, not just take from her.
He moved down to his knees, matching her position. Stopping the feel of subservience and moving it back to equality. Kissing her lips again, her neck, moving his hands across her bare skin, moving his hands to her back and unfastening her bra, revealing more bare skin to explore.
She wanted to touch more of him, feel more of his skin beneath her finger tips. She pushed his shirt up, over his head. They embraced, both felt the honesty of skin to skin, both wanted more, but were too hungry for the feel of skin and the taste of each others mouths to move yet. They stayed there for a few minutes, locked in an embrace of wondering hands and lips, exploring.
They were still at the door and the tile at the entryway was biting into knees, finally he broke free, moving to his feet and pulling her up with him. He lead, she followed. There was a couch in the one bed room apartment, but that was not where they were headed.
The door to the room was ajar, he pushed it far enough to let them in. As he walked into the room, bringing her behind him he reached down to a low table and picked up a remote. A push of the button and the room reverberated with a soft musical hum. The lighting had already been set low and the bedspread pulled back, an invitation to come in.
Nora had a moment of hesitation. Was this magic, the skillful manipulation of a player or just a dream; in the end she went with it, what could one night of beautiful hurt anyway.
The bed took up the center of the room, tall well appointed, wine colored sheets. He positioned her against the end of the bed, setting things up for what he intentioned.
He kissed her, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. Moving, slowly to her ear and then trailing down her neck, between her breasts, he kept kissing. Sinking down, undoing the top of her jeans. He moved lower, pulling her jeans off her hips, down her thighs, letting them rest at her calves. Her panties were black, matching her bra, highlighting again the contrast of dark clothing against very pale skin, dichotomy.
He pressed his lips against her, tasting her through the barrier, wanting more, but prolonging, breathing her in. Her scent, the uniqueness of a woman who wants a man, wants to feel him, be felt by him, it was a moment of beauty and he wanted just a moment to experience it.
He moved her black boy shorts down to meet her jeans. Flicked his tongue against her clitoris; he had anticipated the response, the breath in followed by a moment with no breath at all. He had her. A slight push back and she fell against the bed. Quickly he divested both of them of their clothing.
He moved them both to the top of the bed where their heads met pillows; he started kissing her naked body. In a way it felt like worship and another it felt more like being devoured. She could take no more. She was a woman who did not sit by idly waiting for what she wanted.
She shifted, then in one fluid movement straddled him, she now did to him what he had been doing to her. Worshiping, devouring, tasting, teasing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on both their bodies, she could taste the salt in it, but she also felt like she could taste the desire, as if desire had a taste. Nora was positioned, ready to slide down on him.
He moved his legs, bending his knees, keeping her from sliding down on him. He reached up, his fingers trailing down between her breasts, down to her navel, down across smooth shaved skin. He turned his palm up as he slid his fingers between pink lips. Nora felt him slide his fingers between her lips, finding the wetness, then he slid them into her. He found that spot, the one that drove her to the edge, to a point where thought stopped and it was only physical sensation that ruled her. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and moved his legs down. Nora took the moment to slide down him; that was all she needed to go over the edge. The walls of her vagina convulsed around him, squeezing him, drawing him in farther. He didn’t let her orgasm subside completely before he started thrusting up into her. She was again falling into pleasure, into another orgasm, squeezing, licking, kissing, milking, pulling him into her deeper, relaxing a degree to two and starting over again.
He was used to control, his illusions and magic required he keep control, but the way Nora’s body responded was quickly pushing him beyond control. He had only been inside her for about three minutes and already he was cuming. His body was giving over to her, seeking, filling; her response was a scream, her nails digging into him. She was as far gone as he was.
Just as his body felt the final moment of his release, her body started again, orgasming and in that moment it sent him back over the edge. He wasn’t sure if he came again but he knew that he had orgasmed again. It was something he had not experienced before, but Nora was not the kind of woman he normally experienced.
They fell asleep, briefly one or the other waking up to start their play over again. In the morning, after one last orgasm together, it was time for Nora to go, she had to get to work in the morning. He told her to meet him again that night at his apartment and she agreed she would.
All day at her desk Nora thought about what was to come that night. Her concentration wasn’t at it’s best but she functioned throughout the day.
She went home, showered. Then she drove to his apartment. She knocked, but there was no answer. She tried the door knob, it was open and so she went in. Her breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the room, it was empty and nothing was there but bare walls and floor. She felt like something had been stolen, her breath coming more quickly, her heart pounding. She startled.
She opened her eyes; eyes she had not realized were closed. The room was dark and she was in her own bed and there was a beeping that would not stop. She looked over it was her alarm clock. She hit the off button. She had been dreaming, it was all a figment of her mind at sleep.
She showered and got ready for a day at the office. Just before she left she took a moment to stop at the computer. She checked her page. There were several guys looking to see if she was interested. She clicked on no a few times, yes once, then she came to the last guy in her queue. A local magician and comedian, her breath caught, the resemblance was at the level of doppelganger. She looked at the options, only two yes or no. She clicked and turned off the computer.
Copyright 2009
Just One Fantasy
Only a Fantasy
I had just returned from California where I was trying to make it big as a Drummer, and needed a job. My friend, Glen had just become the manager of this local pizzeria where I had worked before as one of the shift managers, and offered me a job, but I really didn’t want to go back. With no other job prospects and Glen being my friend, I agreed to go back anyway on the condition that I would have time off to do my music. “No problem.” he said, “I need someone in the mornings anyway.”
Things seemed to go well; I got back into it pretty quickly and was always able to be off when I needed to go to band rehearsals or gigs. We had several high school girls waiting tables there, but the most exceptional of them was Lillian. Not only was this girl gorgeous, she was also extremely competent at her job and she had just turned 18. The only drawback to Lillian was that she was a bit prickly and didn’t seem to date, ever.
We were headed into summertime and the girl who waited tables at lunch was a college girl who was going home for the summer. Glen told me that Lillian would be working days with me for the summer and told me that none of the other waitress would be willing to come in at 7am to do the prep work that needed before the restaurant opened. Since Lillian didn’t date, she wouldn’t object to the early hours, which made her the best choice for the job.
A week later she started. She picked up on everything she needed to do quickly and after about a week their seemed to be some synergy between us when we worked. Every now and then she would actually have a conversation with me. The summer wore on and the day shift had never gone so smoothly. I respected her work, but still thought she was standoffish. I did, however, notice that whenever she ordered her employee meal, she always ordered sans meat, so one morning I asked her about it. She told me she didn’t eat meat. I couldn’t resist asking “any meat?” From then on I couldn’t look at her mouth without imagining her eating my meat.
Near the end of summer I was over at Glen’s house with one of the other managers Brian. After drinking way to much, I blurted out that I fantasized about Lillian eating my meat. Glen admitted that when ever he saw her bending over to clean one of the tables he would imagine fucking her. Brian asked if I had noticed the wine colored lipstick she wore and then said that he liked to think about her leaving some of that lipstick on his cock, he said anytime he saw her putting on lipstick he got hard. After that I amended my meat fantasy to include her lipstick and from then on also got hard when ever she put her lipstick on.
Summer ended and Lillian went back to her regular evening hours, and I saw a lot less of her. When the holidays rolled around I realized I would need the week of Christmas off. The only way Glen was going to let me have that much time off was if I would work New Years Eve. I agreed and then asked who I would be working with, since we only had a two person crew on major holidays. He told me I would be working with Lillian.
At our crew Christmas party later that night, I couldn’t be sure but I thought Lillian might have been flirting with me. I had two weeks until New Years and I used that time to think of all the things I would like to do with Lillian and how I could possibly get her to do them with me.
New Years came and it was busy as usual. I hardly got a chance to talk with Lillian like I had hoped. The store finally closed and we got to the business of cleaning up. It was 3am when we were finished. I poured Lillian a glass of wine, even though she was under age, grabbed a beer and wished her a happy New Years. She seemed to be reading my mind when, she told me that she was a little to keyed up to go home and go to bed yet and wondered if I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her for a bit. I told her I wouldn’t mind at all. After a couple glasses of wine and a few beers, she shocked me, “Truth or dare Phil?”
I figured I better choose truth just to find out where she was headed with this before I agreed to any dares. She asked me if I had ever had any fantasies about her. Oh god, this was too good, I told her about my fantasy about having her wine colored lips around my meat. She just smiled at me, I then asked her to choose truth or a dare, she choose dare. God this was too easy. I then dared her to take her shirt off. She did! Man did she have beautiful breast, when ever she would stand in front of the windows during the day you could occasionally catch a glimpse of their shape, but seeing them naked was too good. Perfectly pert and more than a handful, I really wanted to touch them, but I was so shocked that she had taken off both her shirt and her bra for me that I forgot to.
She then dared me to kiss her. I asked her what happened to the option of truth, she told me I lost that option when I dared her to take her shirt off. I started kissing her and remembered that I wanted to feel her breasts, so I let my hands wander while I kissed her, then I let my lips wander down to her tits. While I was occupied with that she opened my fly and started stoking my already hard cock. I had to come up for air, and when I did, she moved down to her knees and made my fantasy true by eating my meat. She paused and asked me what I fantasized about most, other than her eating my meat.
Not thinking, I told her that I had always fantasized about having a one night stand where there were no strings attached. She asked me if I ever tried to fulfill that fantasy. I told I had but it had backfired both times when the women I slept with then perused a relationship with me.
She teased my dick a bit more with her tongue, and then suggested we move to the back of the restaurant where there were no windows. Then she took off the rest of her clothes and hopped up on one of the tables we used for prep work. She pulled her legs up so that her feet were on the table and displayed her pussy to me. She then fingered herself a bit. That was all I needed. I dropped my shorts and dove in. She wrapped her legs around me and was just as eager to fuck as I was.
We were both wound very tight and it didn’t take her long to start orgasming, I was a goner then and shot my load, but right as I was finishing, she said, “ohh that’s it, cum for me” and I started cuming all over again. I have never had a double orgasm before, heck I didn’t even know I could orgasm like that. When we were done it was about 5 am, she went to the bathroom and I cleaned up, making sure there was no evidence for the morning crew to find. When she came out of the bathroom she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Good Night Phil, Have a good year.” Then she left.
It wasn’t until the next day that I realized I didn’t have her phone number, didn’t know where she lived or vice versa. I figured she just forgot to exchange numbers because it was so late and that I would see her at work. The next time I worked Lillian wasn’t there and she wasn’t on the schedule. I asked Glen what was up with Lillian not being on the schedule and he told me that Lillian had given notice a couple weeks ago, but didn’t want any fuss, so she asked him not to tell anyone. New Years Eve was her last day.
The two fantasies I told her about she fulfilled, no strings attached. I sometimes wonder if maybe I should have thought of some other fantasy to share with her, who knows how many fantasies I could have had fulfilled, instead I never saw her again.
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I had just returned from California where I was trying to make it big as a Drummer, and needed a job. My friend, Glen had just become the manager of this local pizzeria where I had worked before as one of the shift managers, and offered me a job, but I really didn’t want to go back. With no other job prospects and Glen being my friend, I agreed to go back anyway on the condition that I would have time off to do my music. “No problem.” he said, “I need someone in the mornings anyway.”
Things seemed to go well; I got back into it pretty quickly and was always able to be off when I needed to go to band rehearsals or gigs. We had several high school girls waiting tables there, but the most exceptional of them was Lillian. Not only was this girl gorgeous, she was also extremely competent at her job and she had just turned 18. The only drawback to Lillian was that she was a bit prickly and didn’t seem to date, ever.
We were headed into summertime and the girl who waited tables at lunch was a college girl who was going home for the summer. Glen told me that Lillian would be working days with me for the summer and told me that none of the other waitress would be willing to come in at 7am to do the prep work that needed before the restaurant opened. Since Lillian didn’t date, she wouldn’t object to the early hours, which made her the best choice for the job.
A week later she started. She picked up on everything she needed to do quickly and after about a week their seemed to be some synergy between us when we worked. Every now and then she would actually have a conversation with me. The summer wore on and the day shift had never gone so smoothly. I respected her work, but still thought she was standoffish. I did, however, notice that whenever she ordered her employee meal, she always ordered sans meat, so one morning I asked her about it. She told me she didn’t eat meat. I couldn’t resist asking “any meat?” From then on I couldn’t look at her mouth without imagining her eating my meat.
Near the end of summer I was over at Glen’s house with one of the other managers Brian. After drinking way to much, I blurted out that I fantasized about Lillian eating my meat. Glen admitted that when ever he saw her bending over to clean one of the tables he would imagine fucking her. Brian asked if I had noticed the wine colored lipstick she wore and then said that he liked to think about her leaving some of that lipstick on his cock, he said anytime he saw her putting on lipstick he got hard. After that I amended my meat fantasy to include her lipstick and from then on also got hard when ever she put her lipstick on.
Summer ended and Lillian went back to her regular evening hours, and I saw a lot less of her. When the holidays rolled around I realized I would need the week of Christmas off. The only way Glen was going to let me have that much time off was if I would work New Years Eve. I agreed and then asked who I would be working with, since we only had a two person crew on major holidays. He told me I would be working with Lillian.
At our crew Christmas party later that night, I couldn’t be sure but I thought Lillian might have been flirting with me. I had two weeks until New Years and I used that time to think of all the things I would like to do with Lillian and how I could possibly get her to do them with me.
New Years came and it was busy as usual. I hardly got a chance to talk with Lillian like I had hoped. The store finally closed and we got to the business of cleaning up. It was 3am when we were finished. I poured Lillian a glass of wine, even though she was under age, grabbed a beer and wished her a happy New Years. She seemed to be reading my mind when, she told me that she was a little to keyed up to go home and go to bed yet and wondered if I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her for a bit. I told her I wouldn’t mind at all. After a couple glasses of wine and a few beers, she shocked me, “Truth or dare Phil?”
I figured I better choose truth just to find out where she was headed with this before I agreed to any dares. She asked me if I had ever had any fantasies about her. Oh god, this was too good, I told her about my fantasy about having her wine colored lips around my meat. She just smiled at me, I then asked her to choose truth or a dare, she choose dare. God this was too easy. I then dared her to take her shirt off. She did! Man did she have beautiful breast, when ever she would stand in front of the windows during the day you could occasionally catch a glimpse of their shape, but seeing them naked was too good. Perfectly pert and more than a handful, I really wanted to touch them, but I was so shocked that she had taken off both her shirt and her bra for me that I forgot to.
She then dared me to kiss her. I asked her what happened to the option of truth, she told me I lost that option when I dared her to take her shirt off. I started kissing her and remembered that I wanted to feel her breasts, so I let my hands wander while I kissed her, then I let my lips wander down to her tits. While I was occupied with that she opened my fly and started stoking my already hard cock. I had to come up for air, and when I did, she moved down to her knees and made my fantasy true by eating my meat. She paused and asked me what I fantasized about most, other than her eating my meat.
Not thinking, I told her that I had always fantasized about having a one night stand where there were no strings attached. She asked me if I ever tried to fulfill that fantasy. I told I had but it had backfired both times when the women I slept with then perused a relationship with me.
She teased my dick a bit more with her tongue, and then suggested we move to the back of the restaurant where there were no windows. Then she took off the rest of her clothes and hopped up on one of the tables we used for prep work. She pulled her legs up so that her feet were on the table and displayed her pussy to me. She then fingered herself a bit. That was all I needed. I dropped my shorts and dove in. She wrapped her legs around me and was just as eager to fuck as I was.
We were both wound very tight and it didn’t take her long to start orgasming, I was a goner then and shot my load, but right as I was finishing, she said, “ohh that’s it, cum for me” and I started cuming all over again. I have never had a double orgasm before, heck I didn’t even know I could orgasm like that. When we were done it was about 5 am, she went to the bathroom and I cleaned up, making sure there was no evidence for the morning crew to find. When she came out of the bathroom she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Good Night Phil, Have a good year.” Then she left.
It wasn’t until the next day that I realized I didn’t have her phone number, didn’t know where she lived or vice versa. I figured she just forgot to exchange numbers because it was so late and that I would see her at work. The next time I worked Lillian wasn’t there and she wasn’t on the schedule. I asked Glen what was up with Lillian not being on the schedule and he told me that Lillian had given notice a couple weeks ago, but didn’t want any fuss, so she asked him not to tell anyone. New Years Eve was her last day.
The two fantasies I told her about she fulfilled, no strings attached. I sometimes wonder if maybe I should have thought of some other fantasy to share with her, who knows how many fantasies I could have had fulfilled, instead I never saw her again.
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Nap Time with Just a Friend
Ever since kindergarten Jenny and I had been friends. When we got older and I started to notice girls it just didn’t seem right to notice my best fiend that way, still as every year went by I became more attracted to her. It was frustrating, always being near her, hearing about her different boyfriends, but not being able to tell her how I felt. I thought the torture would be over when we went to college; figuring if we didn’t spend so much time with each other as fiends I could try to make the move to more than friends. Somehow, more than friends didn’t seem to be in the cards once Jenny announced that she was planning on going to the same college as I was. Making matters worse, by luck of the draw, we ended up in the same dorm at school. I thought I was forever destined to lust after my best friend.
One day while I was studying for midterms Jenny came into my room. She had just finished taking a big exam that she studied most of the night for and her roommate had her boyfriend over, so she wanted to crash on my bed. I told her sure and that I would go study at my desk, but she told me to stay put, she liked having someone close. So I lay next to her and studied while she slept.
About an hour later I felt her hand on my leg, I figured no big, but then it moved to my crotch. I figured that maybe she was just dreaming, and I wasn’t going to wake her up. After her hand had rested there for a few minutes, she started to caress my cock a bit, immediately I got hard and worried she would wake up to her best friend with a hard on; instead she slipped her hand up the shorts I was wearing and I knew she was not sleeping. I looked down and saw that she was looking at me with a sly smile on her lips. She then pulled my shorts down and started to lick my cock, just like it was her own personal lollipop. I began to wonder if I was dreaming but if I was I really didn’t want to wake up. I pinched myself, I wasn’t dreaming.
In my book any woman sucking my cock was heaven, but Jenny had at some point in time mastered the art of deep throating, and she was taking my cock in her mouth all the way to my balls. I was so afraid she might stop, that I didn’t want to touch her, so I kept my hands at my sides while she was stroking my entire shaft with her mouth. I could only take a few minutes of her sucking me down to my balls before I exploded. I wanted to pull out, since most girls don’t like to swallow, but she kept me in her mouth and swallowed up ever drop. It took me a little while before I was back on planet earth, but when I was she told me told me that she didn’t know how else to tell me that she wanted me as more than a friend and asked if I minded.
I said, “I don’t mind at all. Do you do that to all the guys who you want as more than just a friend.” She replied by blushing, and then told me how just doing that turns her on and makes her very, very wet. That was all the encouragement I needed, I said “do you mind if I show you how I tell a girl that I want her as more than just a friend?” In response she just pulled off her shirt, shorts, and panties. When she pulled her legs apart I saw that she shaved her pussy and it was indeed wet. I then took the opportunity to reciprocate, and she tasted soooo good. I couldn’t think of how many times I imagined tasting her, but the real thing was so much better. I really wanted to make her orgasm with my mouth like she had done for me, but was worried I just wasn’t as good as licking and sucking as she was. Lucky for me, I found out she was even better at orgasming than at sucking, when her pussy started to spasm and squeeze my tongue.
The look on her face when I was done is one that will be burned in my memory forever; flushed with a light sheen of sweat, her lips wet and slightly parted and her eyes closed. Looking at her like that with her legs open and her juices dripping down her ass, I actually started to get hard again. I like to think I am no schmuck in bed, but it usually took me at least half an hour to get it up again, I might have lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes since she sucked me off to that incredible orgasm. I actually started to pray to some sex God I have never acknowledged before for another round with her. It was then she opened her eyes and said, “Mmmmm one of my girlfriends does that for me sometimes, I thought you were going to show me that you want me as more than just a friend.” She then put her hands on my cock and put it in her wet, tight cunt. It was then I knew there had to be a God of Sex and became a polytheist.
Since she was so slick I was able to get all the way inside her on my first stroke, she then told me to hold still and showed me another skill she had acquired by clenching and releasing her pussy muscles. God this girl could get me off again without me ever doing any of the work and I am a guy with a good work ethic, so I couldn’t let that happen. I started to move slowly in and out, hoping to tease her, but it seems it was just as much a tease to me as it was her. She then grabbed my ass and showed me that she wanted me to move faster. It was long before she started orgasming over and over again, I couldn’t believe how incredible it was to watch her cuming again and again with my cock buried in her. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with this stimulation, so I decided to change things up and asked her if you would ride me.
I didn’t have to ask twice, She climbed on top and started sliding up and down my pole. Her rhythm quickly increased and she orgasmed again, and this one was stronger than any of the others. Afterward she just went limp and I was sure that our session was over and I was going to have to jack myself off to relieve the pressure in my balls. Then she started that magical squeezing again, and I had to send up another prayer of thanks to my newly found Sex God.
After just a minute of that she looked up at me and asked me to do her from behind. This I had never done before, but then again I had never been deep throated before, so I immediately complied. Looking at her with her ass in the air and pussy all open and exposed, I knew this was going to cause yet another prayer to the Sex God. Entering her from behind I found I could go even deeper than before and that she was tighter than I could have imagined. After that first stroke I lost control and started slamming into that wicked little cunt of hers. She then started orgasming again and that sent my flying over the edge. I think if I had entered a sperm shooting contest at that point I would have been the hands down winner. I decided it was a good thing that I hadn’t told Jenny how I felt about her earlier, who knows what skills she might not have yet acquired if I had told her earlier. I also learned a couple things that day, Jenny was no longer just my friend, there was a God of Sex and that I needed to meet that friend of hers who liked to lick her.
One day while I was studying for midterms Jenny came into my room. She had just finished taking a big exam that she studied most of the night for and her roommate had her boyfriend over, so she wanted to crash on my bed. I told her sure and that I would go study at my desk, but she told me to stay put, she liked having someone close. So I lay next to her and studied while she slept.
About an hour later I felt her hand on my leg, I figured no big, but then it moved to my crotch. I figured that maybe she was just dreaming, and I wasn’t going to wake her up. After her hand had rested there for a few minutes, she started to caress my cock a bit, immediately I got hard and worried she would wake up to her best friend with a hard on; instead she slipped her hand up the shorts I was wearing and I knew she was not sleeping. I looked down and saw that she was looking at me with a sly smile on her lips. She then pulled my shorts down and started to lick my cock, just like it was her own personal lollipop. I began to wonder if I was dreaming but if I was I really didn’t want to wake up. I pinched myself, I wasn’t dreaming.
In my book any woman sucking my cock was heaven, but Jenny had at some point in time mastered the art of deep throating, and she was taking my cock in her mouth all the way to my balls. I was so afraid she might stop, that I didn’t want to touch her, so I kept my hands at my sides while she was stroking my entire shaft with her mouth. I could only take a few minutes of her sucking me down to my balls before I exploded. I wanted to pull out, since most girls don’t like to swallow, but she kept me in her mouth and swallowed up ever drop. It took me a little while before I was back on planet earth, but when I was she told me told me that she didn’t know how else to tell me that she wanted me as more than a friend and asked if I minded.
I said, “I don’t mind at all. Do you do that to all the guys who you want as more than just a friend.” She replied by blushing, and then told me how just doing that turns her on and makes her very, very wet. That was all the encouragement I needed, I said “do you mind if I show you how I tell a girl that I want her as more than just a friend?” In response she just pulled off her shirt, shorts, and panties. When she pulled her legs apart I saw that she shaved her pussy and it was indeed wet. I then took the opportunity to reciprocate, and she tasted soooo good. I couldn’t think of how many times I imagined tasting her, but the real thing was so much better. I really wanted to make her orgasm with my mouth like she had done for me, but was worried I just wasn’t as good as licking and sucking as she was. Lucky for me, I found out she was even better at orgasming than at sucking, when her pussy started to spasm and squeeze my tongue.
The look on her face when I was done is one that will be burned in my memory forever; flushed with a light sheen of sweat, her lips wet and slightly parted and her eyes closed. Looking at her like that with her legs open and her juices dripping down her ass, I actually started to get hard again. I like to think I am no schmuck in bed, but it usually took me at least half an hour to get it up again, I might have lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes since she sucked me off to that incredible orgasm. I actually started to pray to some sex God I have never acknowledged before for another round with her. It was then she opened her eyes and said, “Mmmmm one of my girlfriends does that for me sometimes, I thought you were going to show me that you want me as more than just a friend.” She then put her hands on my cock and put it in her wet, tight cunt. It was then I knew there had to be a God of Sex and became a polytheist.
Since she was so slick I was able to get all the way inside her on my first stroke, she then told me to hold still and showed me another skill she had acquired by clenching and releasing her pussy muscles. God this girl could get me off again without me ever doing any of the work and I am a guy with a good work ethic, so I couldn’t let that happen. I started to move slowly in and out, hoping to tease her, but it seems it was just as much a tease to me as it was her. She then grabbed my ass and showed me that she wanted me to move faster. It was long before she started orgasming over and over again, I couldn’t believe how incredible it was to watch her cuming again and again with my cock buried in her. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with this stimulation, so I decided to change things up and asked her if you would ride me.
I didn’t have to ask twice, She climbed on top and started sliding up and down my pole. Her rhythm quickly increased and she orgasmed again, and this one was stronger than any of the others. Afterward she just went limp and I was sure that our session was over and I was going to have to jack myself off to relieve the pressure in my balls. Then she started that magical squeezing again, and I had to send up another prayer of thanks to my newly found Sex God.
After just a minute of that she looked up at me and asked me to do her from behind. This I had never done before, but then again I had never been deep throated before, so I immediately complied. Looking at her with her ass in the air and pussy all open and exposed, I knew this was going to cause yet another prayer to the Sex God. Entering her from behind I found I could go even deeper than before and that she was tighter than I could have imagined. After that first stroke I lost control and started slamming into that wicked little cunt of hers. She then started orgasming again and that sent my flying over the edge. I think if I had entered a sperm shooting contest at that point I would have been the hands down winner. I decided it was a good thing that I hadn’t told Jenny how I felt about her earlier, who knows what skills she might not have yet acquired if I had told her earlier. I also learned a couple things that day, Jenny was no longer just my friend, there was a God of Sex and that I needed to meet that friend of hers who liked to lick her.
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