Prologue
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Posted:Sep 5, 2008 12:57 pm
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In general I have a bit of a negative opinion of "blogs" found here or elsewhere on the web. By a twist of fate, a new friend has revealed to me an actually worthwhile use for them - as an outlet for erotic writing. This blog will be devoted to that purpose. If you enjoy the usual endless droning on about the numbingly boring minutia of another's life, or irritating whining about all that's wrong in their world or the world in general; I'm sorry to disappoint, but you won't find it here.
In the past, most of my erotica has been inspired by thoughts, fantasies and desires of my friends and acquaintances, either in real life or online. Future writing will continue in that vein, additionally accompanied by topics of my own interests. In ALL cases, while possibly inspired by others, those ideas form only the basic nucleus of the tale, (or event), with the actual direction and details drawn from my imagination. Are they completely fictional? Maybe, maybe not; does it really matter? The first few installments will be things I've already written and will post here from my files. Future additions may be composed specifically for this blog. We'll start slowly, keeping things tame; but you can expect the Kink-o-Meter to jump a notch or two in the future. It might even cross the redline... forewarned is forearmed.
Of course all comments, positive or negative are welcomed. Enjoy! R.D.
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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed
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Posted:Sep 11, 2008 1:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2011 10:25 am
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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed
Chapter one: First Steps
The initial contact on the website was a long shot. He was a great guy; funny, smart, and experienced; but older ... much older; and she was just so damn CUTE. She was of legal age of course, just barely; but she was very mature with a confidence beyond her years. The fact that she replied to his message was a minor miracle, but there was just something unique in that first letter which grabbed her attention and sparked her imagination. He had qualities most of the other men online lacked. She knew from the start that he was not like most of those guys on the web, especially the young ones who were just out to get laid; it was clear he would be a fantastic partner to learn and explore her wildest fantasies with. To him it was as much about the journey as the destination. It wasn't long before they had exchanged a few emails and chats, and decided to follow their instincts and meet in person. They each had many things that they wanted to experience, so there were many options available for their first rendezvous. Given the number of possible choices, he decided to keep it relatively simple at first, and build from there. He brought the bag containing the necessary items, just in case.
Their first meeting was promised to be "no strings", and it was; but he was also prepared for the possibility that the chemistry might be there for an immediate connection. They sat at the restaurant and enjoyed their lunch. Their conversation was not hindered by the gap in their ages, but instead it drew them closer. He was in awe of her simple beauty. Her youth was certainly one aspect of his attraction to her, but her obvious maturity and completely uninhibited and open minded sexuality was far more potent and intoxicating. She was much more poised than most women twice her age, and she could easily read the effect she had on him. She enjoyed the way he spoke to her. He responded to her as an equal and did not talk down to her or treat her as a . As much as her allure seduced him, he did not diminish himself by falling all over her. His own confidence was evident, and he knew he possessed his own special talents to share with her as well. He saw her as a young woman, and his easy going manner and frank discussion reflected that. She felt immediately at ease with him, and her self confidence multiplied seeing the image of herself as a woman being mirrored in his eyes as they locked hers in a passionate gaze. Instinctively she knew that her trust in him would be rewarded with a sense of security that no other had yet instilled in her.
As they talked they discovered more and more how much alike they were in their outlook and in what each wanted, and it became clear this would prove to be a special friendship. Together they would enhance any fantasy or idea that either of them had. When they neared the end of lunch, his easy going attitude seemed to abruptly change and become more serious. He leaned across the table and with a quiet confidence said to her, "It's obvious this thing is working well, so let's get out of here and go someplace more private." He didn't need to wait for an answer, her willing smile said all that was needed to be said, so he continued, "We will be playing some of the games we've talked about, and to do so you need to have a "safe word", so you must choose one right now." "I want you to know that you will always be safe with me, and you need to be secure in that feeling if you are to surrender yourself to me." "You must realize that if you ever feel the need to stop anything, EVER -- it doesn't matter what we're doing, where we are, or when it is -- once you say the safe word, everything will stop immediately. This is for your safety and also to enable you to emotionally release yourself completely to my control." "I also want to make clear that our games, role play, or whatever form they take, are for playtime only. When we are in public, it is just you and me, equal partners in pleasure."
The trip to the hotel went quickly. He had already arranged a room, and his practiced, confident manner put her at ease even though her imagination ran wild. They entered the room together, and as soon as the door was shut he turned to her, embraced her and kissed her. It was their first kiss, and he did not disappoint her. His lips and tongue seemed to know the exact combination of rhythm and pressure to make her melt in his arms. His mouth began a voyage of discovery... finding exactly what he needed to know to make her his. Her breathing became deeper and as it did, with each breath her breasts pressed against his chest with greater force. That first kiss lasted a long time, but it was to be followed by more and much more exciting ones. He restrained himself from his desire to let his hands wander her body. That was to come soon, but not yet.
As he parted from her, he gently but firmly grasped her shoulders, looking into her eyes glazed with passion and said simply, "Are you ready?" The "for what" didn't matter to her, in fact the thought never crossed her mind; she simply nodded her head. He said, "Over time we will play many different games, explore many different roles, and share many new adventures. Each of them is just one flavor of the many delicious varieties of sex." He continued, "Today I am your Master, and you are my slave." She nodded again, and her eyes betrayed the fact she wasn't quite sure what that meant or where this was going. Inside her head she silently thought of the safe word. As if reading her mind, he then said, "Do you remember your safe word?". Already instinctively adopting the submissive role, in a timid voice which surprised her in how different she sounded from her usual confidence, in a voice two octaves higher than usual she half whispered "Yes". "Repeat it", he softly demanded; and, again in the same timid voice, she half whispered the word. He then said, "Good. Do not say it again unless you absolutely must."
"There are a couple of things you must know for this game.", he said. "First, as my submissive I have taken on the responsibility for your safety, which I regard as a solemn oath. You will never be at risk with me." "Second, and even MORE important is that as my submissive you are my Most Valued Possession, and you will always be treated as such." "Do you understand?". Again the high voice and half whispered "Yes" came from her gorgeous mouth who's lips were still swollen from that first passionate kiss. "OK, here is how we begin, you must learn your promises to me." "I will tell them to you now, and this is the only time. Learn them well, for if your memory falters, you will be punished." Before saying another word, and with a mildly dramatic flair, he dumped onto the bed the bag he had brought with him from the car, revealing an assortment of erotic toys and equipment. Prominent among the small but impressive pile were several objects who's obvious purpose was the very punishment he was talking about. Her mind was divided equally between the feelings of excitement, curiosity, and a surprisingly erotic sense of fear. He continued, "At the beginning of any session where we are to play DOM and sub, I will demand to hear your promises." "Repeat them after me."
"I exist solely for your pleasure"
And the words were echoed in a small but determined voice:
"I exist solely for your pleasure"
"I will do anything for your pleasure"
Again the subdued response:
"I will do anything for your pleasure"
"Your pleasure is most important"
Again, now with a hint of growing confidence that she can do this:
"Your pleasure is most important"
Finally,
"I now surrender myself, body and soul to you, my Master"
With all reservation now gone, aided by the promise of escape held in the safe word, along with the reality of the moment and in some magic of declaring these statements out loud; the tone of her voice made the final pledge as much as the actual words:
"I NOW SURRENDER MYSELF, BODY AND SOUL TO YOU, MY MASTER".
With those words, if only for the limited time they had to spend together that afternoon, she became HIS. His object of pleasure, his sexual play toy, and his most valued possession. In making her promises, she had no idea to what degree insuring HER pleasure was even more important to him than getting his own. She was about to discover exactly how it felt to be truly appreciated.
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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed, chapter 2
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Posted:Sep 11, 2008 1:46 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2010 11:19 am
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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed
Chapter two: Pleasure -- Given and Received
Now the "games" really began. With the reciting of her promises, and her complete surrender to Him, His former persona was immediately abandoned and a new side revealed. His manner had a marked "edge" to it. Hinting at danger, but something short of cruelty. His voice was a little rougher, and the warmth in his eyes was replaced with what seemed to be a cool calculating, almost ruthless assessing gaze. He said to her, "Now, let's see what you're capable of." With that he grasped her with a force that she had not previously experienced. The shock of the instant transformation made her safe word silently echo once again in her mind, but she still somehow knew instinctively that his promise for her safety would be honored. He pulled her not roughly, but firmly in front of the mirror. "Let's take a look." he said. The dampness that had begun between her legs was due less to the first kiss than to the excitement of not knowing what to expect and the sudden physical nature of his approach.
He began pulling her clothes from her already aroused body. "Loose the shoes." he said to her. She immediately kicked them off. He pulled her top off of her, nearly tearing it from her body, revealing a beautiful bra cradling her gorgeous breasts. She did not have large boobs, but they were perky with the supple skin of her youth. "Nice!" was all he said. Her instincts correctly advised her to not reply. His hands found their way immediately to her chest and grasped her, squeezing firmly, but not too hard. His practiced fingers found her stiffening nipples inside the cups of her bra and pinched them lightly. Her breath came a little quicker as he did that, and her nipples responded in the expected manner. The bra followed the shirt, and now she was naked from the waist up, but that was insignificant to how naked she felt emotionally. With every new step, he grew into his role further, and she felt her soul exposed more and more. She felt as if he could read her very mind, and she was not far from wrong. His mouth now abandoned it's previous short vocal comments to make a physical comment. He immediately latched on to her left nipple sucking it deeply into his mouth. As he did, his tongue worked a magic on the end of it that felt like heaven to her. She closed her eyes to silently savor the warmth growing inside her. Then... OUCH... he BIT her! Not a bite to cause injury or lasting marks, but it DID hurt. The shock of the unexpected first pain ignited the previous warm glow to a fire that spread quickly to her belly. She was surprised at how that feeling went from bad to so very very good so quickly. Despite her best efforts, though, she uttered a short gasp at the critical moment, and was about to pay the price. "OH! So you don't like that, eh????" Came from his mouth, and before the words had even registered to her, she felt a sharp smack on her still covered ass. "Whose nipple is this?" He asked her, grabbing ahold and pinching the hard little nub. Not knowing how to respond, and being slightly confused both by the immediate heat of her slightly stinging ass cheek, and by her surprisingly total enjoyment of this new experiment; she said in a half question... "ummmm, mine.??" SMACK, SMACK again. "NO! Try again!" This was a test she was about to pass with flying colors. LIke a strike of lightning, an instant realization exploded in her mind - SHE controlled her immediate destiny. Certainly another "wrong" answer would replicate or surpass the previous delicious pain, which she now fully recognized as the source of the strange new erotic sensations, affecting her both mentally and physically in ways she never expected. The obvious correct answer would probably, but with no guarantee, stop the onslaught of spanking. Her response surprised them both. In a very small, quiet voice that masked her determination for more of the previous pain and new delicious pleasure, she said again... "mine".
He immediately grasped the fact that he had found in her, his new sub, a very unique special gift. "What? WHAT???", he screamed at her. In a fit of feigned rage he stripped the rest of her clothing from her body, preserving the outer garment but actually physically tearing her tiny lacy bikini underwear from her in one frighteningly fierce motion. The raw strength and immediate violence caught her by surprise and suddenly she was left standing very naked; her shrinking, retiring posture instinctively trying to hide her body, and feeling now completely exposed physically and emotionally. She loved it. She embraced this and waited for what she hoped would come next. Certainly he now knew what she wanted... she wanted it ALL.
He grabbed her naked body and tossed her to the bed face down. The assault on her ass was immediate. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, slap-slap-slap SLAP, the sharp sounds of his hand on the soft skin of her deliciously round bottom echoed through the room. Although this would have seemed like a savage beating to a casual observer, he knew to accurately place the blows in different places, spreading out the pain to keep it manageable. "Who's???" "WHO'S!!!???", he demanded, in a voice that could undoubtedly be heard on the other side of the locked door. Not waiting for another answer he flipped her onto her back, straddled her, grasping both breasts in his firm grip, and surprisingly, coming very close to her ear, he bent down to her and said in a quiet, but coldly assured whisper, "They are MINE. YOU are MINE." He then balanced the game. He cradled her beautiful face in his previously furious hands and with his thumbs, softly wiped the the tears that had started to form in her eyes from the delightfully exciting spanking. "yessss Master" was her only response. Her test of his dedication to this adventure and to her own ability to cope with its consequences was passed beyond her wildest imagination. At that very moment all she wanted was to be possessed by HIM. She now knew this was EXACTLY what she wanted, and even more to the point, what she NEEDED. She wanted more, much more.
Unlike many Masters, he did not gain much pleasure from the actual administering of punishment or inflicting of pain. The game, the roles, the emotional sparing, and obviously the wild eroticism of the sex was what he enjoyed. Certainly there was a degree of excitement from the physical nature of punishment, but it was secondary. It did however spur his arousal and definitely set into motion his desire to control. Now sitting on top of her, the immediacy of positioning between his cock and her pouty luscious lips dawned on him. Without warning he unfastened his pants and revealed his cock for only an instant before he buried it in her mouth. "AHHHHHH" he softly moaned. She was pleasantly surprised by this new direction. The DOM/sub aspect was exciting, and had aroused her desire more than she would have expected; but she wanted more than just tit sucking, spanking and role play; she wanted SEX, and it was now evident she would get exactly that. His dick felt wonderful in her mouth, and from his response it felt good to him too. She had always enjoyed providing pleasure, but this was different. In the past, she had decided if, how, and when she would satisfy her partners. Now she was simply an object of pleasure to be used as HE desired. This sense of surrender in itself was a powerful aphrodisiac. The way he had just gone from slapping her ass, to plunging his cock into her mouth without asking, or even caring if she wanted it, made her now completely wet. She could feel her pussy now flowing, aching for attention. She worked her oral magic to the best of her ability. Although she was very young, she had always had an intense interest in sex, so she had some practice at this, and was instinctively talented. He suddenly pulled himself from her, and said, "I think you''re liking that a little too much." She was disappointed, but eager to see what would be next.
"Let's explore a little." he said simply. He went to the pile of toys and gadgets he had previously dumped from the bag, and quickly selected some items. First he passed a length of chain between the mattress and box spring at the top and bottom of the bed. Each echoing cold clink of the links of the chain mysteriously registered within her, making her stomach jump deep inside. He then attached velcro cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and within moments she found herself pinned spread eagle on the bed with the cuffs securely attached to the chains. Her arms were held tightly and her legs were spread widely; exposing her unlike she had ever been before. Sure, she had had her arms and legs open before, but not tied tight like this, and completely at another's power. Then the blindfold covered her eyes, and she was in a new world where her mind was ruled only by her sense of taste, smell, hearing, and most particularly touch. The next thing she knew, she heard the whistle of what only could have been one of those dangerous looking whips sing through the air several times. Each time she instinctively caught her breath not knowing if, when or where it would land. The third time it landed with a sharp thud on the pillow right next to her ear, and her body uncontrollably jerked in response. "OH... a little worried, are you???" Then she felt the leather kiss her skin. No, not with the pain she expected based on the previous passes through the air. Short, little slaps against the skin of her stomach and thighs, but softly. They didn't really hurt, but left a mild stinging warmth. "Do you like this?" he asked. Still in the learning phase of this game, she once again was unsure of what answer would be correct, so she went with the simplest. "Yes, Master" was her response, trying to "get it right" with the inclusion of "master" in her answer. Besides, she didn't want to go tempting fate as she had done with the spanking. The combination of whips and being tied down was a whole new level of play. "WRONG ANSWER!", followed by a short whistle in the air and sharp strike of the whip. (Expertly placed on her hip, where it wouldn't hurt TOO much until she got used to it.) "Tell me your promises" he demanded. Surprisingly, she remembered them exactly as she had recited them only a short while, but what felt like a lifetime ago. "Now... do you like that?" Again, not wanting to push her luck, she tried for a "correct" answer taking the clue he had mercifully provided with the recitation of the promises... "If it brings you pleasure, Sir".
After what seemed like an eternity waiting for the possible next strike of the whip, (which was sure to hurt more this time); instead, His reply warmed her soul. Her ears, straining to hear the anticipated next whistle of the whip through the air, were greeted with: "Ahhhhh, what a good little sub you're becoming.", as he let his fingertips affectionately glide lightly over the smooth skin that had just been ravaged by the whip. His words and touch soothed more than her skin, she felt glad at heart. She was shocked at this response because of the realization that her joy was due to the simple fact that she had pleased Him, not the fact that she had avoided the whip. Even though such a short time had passed, these experiences and heightening of physical senses were having a marked effect on her. She would have never guessed it would be like this, or this GOOD. Originally she thought it might be fun to play this game on some very superficial level, but this new person she was finding inside herself was a surprise. A metamorphosis had begun. He then kissed her, his lips lingering for a short while on her mouth, then playing over her face, kissing her eyes, cheeks, even her forehead, but then got a little more serious as they went south. She still could not see, but she could feel his presence as he moved his body from position to position letting his mouth discover her, his new possession, in all its youthful feminine glory. Her neck, her shoulders, down her upper arms a short way to the sensitive spot inside her elbow, along the soft skin of her sides near her armpit, and then so deliciously to her nipples.... "No" she silently corrected herself with a little smile... "HIS nipples.", and let herself drift into the physical pleasure she was experiencing. During their earlier discussion He had at some point mentioned that she would discover for herself that he derived much of his pleasure from providing hers; but this seemed like pretzel logic. She was to exist for HIS pleasure. It didn't matter, she liked it.
As his lips left her now rock hard nipples stinging with pleasure and excitement, (along with the shadow of sharp pain from that first bite), with some disappointment she felt him leave the bed. Her hearing detected a rustle that was identified moments later when his now fully naked body pressed itself against hers. The warmth of his skin was only exceeded by the warmth of her desire to feel it. Now his mouth found what it truly wanted... without his usual warming up period of exploring a woman's stomach, legs, and all the other soft delicious skin of a partner's body, it went right for her pussy. His tongue immediately found her clit, and lit sparks between her legs that she did not expect. Was it the spanking? The stripping of her clothes? The fact that she was tied and helpless to his every whim? The unexpected pleasure of the whip? It didn't matter. She felt his tongue slide over her aching clit, penetrate her hole, slip between every fold of soft, wet pussy skin that it could find. He did things with his mouth that no other partner ever had, in ways that she could never have even dreamed possible. He was an expert at this, and it showed. His pride in his abilities was unmistakable. His fingers joined his mouth and together they played her pussy like a fine instrument. The music that ensued was the sound of erotic pleasure and passion coming unconsciously and uncontrollably from her sweet mouth. First soft, barely audible moans, then louder with ohhhh, and ahhhhs, interspersed with occasional "yes, yessss", then "oh my GOD.... YESSS YESSSSS", as her body and mind suddenly and surprisingly rippled with a sharp series of small swift orgasms. She had never cum so fast and it had never hit her unexpectedly before. He interrupted this orgy of sensation; rising up, abandoning the game, briefly breaking character with a mocking good humored teasing, he said, "This is supposed to be about MY pleasure". Then he dove right back, but only for a moment. He ate her a little more, then as her vocal response resumed, he said, "Louder... I really want to hear you.", and went back to work on her. She did get louder, but there was still the instinctive reservation of her youth to overcome. He stopped again for a moment, and this time she felt him move from her for a moment.... followed by the sound of a short whistle through the air like the whip before, but with a different tone; and SNAP.... it hit the tip of her right nipple like a bee had stung it. She didn't know whether to cry out in shocked pain or moan again, but her breath caught in her throat... it stung... but stung SO GOOD. It almost made her forget the pleasure between her legs, but it didn't, it enhanced it. Her restraints held her solidly in place against her convulsive reflex to the pain, thus heightening the resulting sensation. This could only have been the work of that little cat-o-nine tails with the rubber ends that she had seen. It had caught her attention before, when her eyes fell upon it; but it REALLY got her attention now that IT had fallen on HER. "ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME HEAR YOU OR NOT????", was what he added to the sting of the whip. "Now, I REALLY want to hear you." He went back to his fantastic art, sucking her clit while sliding first one, then two fingers into her dripping pussy. Licking down past her hole, teasing all the soft skin between her vagina and ass. Letting his tongue lick its way back up to her clit, pressing it softly first with his pointed tongue, then flattening it out and licking her like a cat, letting his nose rub against her clit as his lips and tongue conspired to work other miracles in places even she didn't know would feel so good. All the while she got louder and louder. She began with just making it loud for him, even to the point where she became artificially loud... porno loud... what-she-prayed-wouldn't-sound-fake loud. Without her realizing it though, step by step the artificial intensity of her vocalizations became more and more authentic. He knew since she was so young, her lack of experience would need to be overcome to let out the sexual beast in her; and this was one of the many ways he had of doing it. Her manufactured screams of pleasure gave way to true shouts of ecstasy from her very core as her inhibitions melted away under his direction. She didn't count or even care how many orgasms she experienced, each was bigger than the previous one and they were all spectacular.
He slowed down bit by bit, then abruptly stopped. Her body immediately went into withdrawal from her new addiction to erotic stimulation. Lying in the darkness of her blindfold, her temporary confusion and disappointment was quickly dispelled when, without any warning she felt his cock enter her. It was fantastic. Not particularly large, but it felt perfect. He said to her, "NOW FOR ME!". She knew from the tone of his voice this was not to be any romantic soft lovemaking ... she was about to get a down and out FUCKING. She was right. The long build up of anticipation had him wanting her. Not in a giving, caring, nurturing way... he wanted her body, he wanted her soul, he wanted everything she had, and he was going to take it for himself. His cock slid into her without resistance. The soaking wet hot flesh that met him was tight but yielding. Her young pussy grasped his cock like a hand, and it made him even more mad with passion for her. He slid in; first with long, slow, but firm strokes, each thrust harder than the one before. After only several, he increased the speed and tempo, faster and faster until he was pounding her, and was being rewarded with her new learned lessons in sounds of passion. She didn't have to try or fake anymore, her screams, and cries of erotic pleasure were flowing naturally, and every new sound was rewarded with a slamming of his body into hers. In theory he liked the idea of her being tied to the bed, his personal fuck toy, but it had its limitations. He stopped for a moment and impatiently yanked the velcro bindings from her ankles, in one motion threw her legs over his shoulders and with laser-perfect aim, and a swift movement he drilled his cock back into her again. He continued to fuck her, and that's exactly what he wanted to do.... fuck the hell out of her for his own pleasure and amusement. It couldn't be called brutal, but it certainly classified as rough. She took everything he had, and loved it. Long hard thrusts, short fast ones, he loved watching her firm young tits bounce as he slammed her body with the considerable full weight of his own. He changed positions several times, one leg up the other one, both down again spread impossibly wide. He changed his timing, and speed; varying the experience and prolonging it. She did everything he told her with the perfection that could only come from a desire to please and desire to experience all there was. He left her arms bound, the imagery fueled his lust and he instinctively knew she was enjoying the sensation of helplessness. Finally he could hold back no longer. He growled to her, "OK, this one time I'm going to ask you. Where do you want it?" Her answer was perfect. Not perfect by the rules of "the game", for by that measure the answer should have been, "whatever gives you pleasure". But, even in this short time she had learned to read him, she knew the REAL correct answer. She nearly shouted at him with gasping breath.... "INSIDE ME.... I WANT IT INSIDE ME..... I WANT IT ALL INSIDE ME.... DEEP, DEEP INSIDE ME.... GIVE IT TO ME NOW... NOW... PLEASE.... PLEASEEEEEE.... NOW... N O W. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. With that his hot hard cock exploded in her young, wet, tight, body. Thrust after thrust accompanied by matching spasms of cum flooding her already flowing pussy. More and more he kept shooting in her, his orgasm seeming to never end. He was making deep, low animalistic sounds from somewhere way down past his throat. Primal sounds that seemed to come from his core ... and she loved how it sounded. Finally his spent body, glistening in sweat, collapsed upon her. She couldn't hold him, her hands were still tied, but she wrapped her legs tightly around him and pulled him firmly against her. She felt a small trickle of sweat, a welcomed by-product of their passion, as it ran from His body to hers, continuing its course to the bed under them both. She also felt other, more blatantly sexual fluids as well. Returning from the complete abandon of first her orgasms and then his, she adopted her newly found submissive role once again and said meekly, "Thank you Master".
The look in His eyes as he stared at her in wonderment was thank you enough for her.
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HOT kiss, hot WOMAN. How did I get so lucky?
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Posted:Sep 7, 2008 10:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2011 6:12 pm
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"HARDER", she said in a husky half whisper, "HARDER". I jammed my two fingers into her deeper... impossibly deep and harder than I had ever touched any other woman, EVER.
Two hours before that, I had seen her for the first time. My first view of her was a surprise, a pleasant one. Her photo did not do her justice. Mostly because it hid her eyes. Her gorgeous eyes. The eyes that in one glance said meeting her was no mistake. The eyes that promised so much more with one glance than I could have dared to hope for.
"Like that?" I replied as I assaulted her now wide open pussy, flowing freely with the juices of her arousal. She was not kidding when she said she liked it rough. I had heard that from others before, but everyone's definition of "rough" varied. Most who made that claim liked the IDEA of rough, but not the reality of it. Not this woman; this perfectly sexual woman. Her response was something between a sigh and a trance-like, "yeaaahhhhhhhh." "Like THAT???!!!", I demanded again as I thrust my fingers into her deeper still, with even greater force, a force that made me worry I might injure the delicate tissues of her greedy pussy. I was answered with a subtle thrust of her hips and in the same voice again, "yeah, yeaaaahhhhhhh!"
Even from our very first contact, I had thought she and I were well suited for each other. Certainly there were the clues of the shared interests and outlooks as outlined in our respective profiles on the internet site, but even more than that there were the chats. Only a couple, but more than enough to further confirm my initial assumptions. Within the first ten minutes of our meeting, any doubt that might have lingered had vanished. Our opening conversation was easy with none of the silly awkwardness that usually prevails at these things, especially given the origin of our "introduction". She and I were good friends, and we had only just met. It was obvious that the chemistry would be even greater when we got physical.
I was now pounding into her with my woefully inadequate fingers, wishing I had had a more suitable toy handy. A very large toy. While they might not have been the perfect tool for this job, they seemed to be working OK. I continued my pounding, slamming my fingers into her as deep as they would go, even faster, and harder. "You like this... huh?" I growled at her. Her reply was no longer verbal, it was physical. She breathed faster, she adjusted the angle of her hips for the perfect angle, I felt the tension in her legs and hips as the muscles tightened.
After dinner, the decision for us to go back to her place took about a nanosecond. Actually that decision had been made by me after the first look into her eyes... if she were to ask me. I let her ask the question. I did not want to be pushy or rude, and I also wanted to give her the option of an "out" in case I had misread the situation. I rarely misread a situation. "How's your time, want to hang out for a while?" I asked. Would you like to go somewhere else? Get some dessert? The irony of the innuendo was not lost. "How's YOUR time? she asked in return. "Want to come to my apartment?" I wondered if the answer from each of us was ever in question.
My index and middle fingers were now as much a part of her body, of her hot, wet, insatiable pussy, as her own flesh. My arm was feeling the effects of the vigorous exercise, but I ignored it. My thumb was still stroking the sensitive tip of her rock hard clit hiding in the soft warm flesh of her perfect lips as it had been all along. I had maneuvered my ring finger to slightly enter her ass, pushing gently against the incredibly tight opening so that the tip of it entered her. "ohhhhh..." she moaned softly as I did it. "You like that, don't you?", I murmured, half to her, half to myself. The question did not require a response, but it got one. An undeniable "YESSSSS!" was the answer. It wasn't the word that replied, but the tone of the voice; which came from somewhere deeper than her throat... deep within her body... maybe her soul. "YESSSSS....Do that. Do it like THAT."
Within moments of entering the door, our lips were together. They never drew very far apart for the rest of the evening; except for when one or the other of us were enjoying the chance to give the other pleasure. Our kisses were perfectly matched. Intuitively we mirrored each other's force and tempo. Looking at her gorgeous face, her incredibly sexy eyes drove me to a new level excitement. It took great effort to not strip the clothes from her body immediately; and that effort only briefly delayed the inevitable. Her large, soft breasts were quickly in my hands, and then in my mouth. I reveled in their sumptuous fullness. The luxury of her soft skin, was like a drug. The heat that grew from her increasing excitement radiated from it. I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts and her lips again. Her nipples were just as she had confided in me... dark, large and sensitive. Not sensitive in that they had to be treated delicately, NO WAY! She liked them squeezed, pulled, sucked on to the very limits of pressure I was able to apply. I think she could have taken even more and loved it. Her olive skin contrasted with my fair complexion providing me with an additional visual aphrodisiac. Her deeply colored nipples grew and swelled as I sucked them deeply into my mouth and then alternated that with licking them, and blowing softly on them. I had learned that the enjoyment of rough play is enhanced with the contrast of gentle erotic stimulation. Her soft curves filled my hands, and my imagination, and my mind with excitement. I wanted to give this woman all I had to give... she deserved that and more. Her audible enjoyment, and even more her physical response to my efforts fueled my desire to, no... my commitment to her pleasure. The degree of strength and force she liked on her nipples should have given me a clue to what she would enjoy lower down; but when we got tot that, I was still amazed. Every additional ounce of force I applied to her nipples only encouraged her to want more, harder, stronger. I sucked them with all the force my mouth could apply, and never heard one utterance of pain or refusal. I squeezed them with all the force my finger and thumb could generate, she loved it. I pulled them, lifting the full weight of her large breast by them and was met with growing desire. I twisted them, tugged them and kissed them gently. She obviously enjoyed the attention I gave them. This attention was also paid to the rest of this incredible creature. I tempered my actions to fit the spot being wooed. This woman deserved an orgasm, and I was going to give her as many as I could. I guided my mouth down her silken body. Down her chest, down her abdomen, past the soft crease at the juncture of her leg and torso, slowly down to her pussy. Once there I did not tease and prolong it, I dove in. My tongue found her clit, and searched for any other hidden hot spots it might find. Her pussy flowed freely, covering my face quickly with its nectar. The erotic aroma of her body sent sparks of sexual electricity through me. Her sweet pussy served as the perfect dessert to our earlier dinner. I could have kept my face buried in her for hours, but she wanted more. She wanted penetration. She wanted her pussy filled. And as I was about to find out, she wanted to cum from the force of my hand being slammed into her as hard, as fast, and as deeply as it would go.
I was now literally pounding my hand into her with all my force. I varied the tempo, the speed and the angle; but used my full strength with every thrust. Despite the fact that my fingers could never reach the full depth of her, her pussy was so open now that it allowed my hand to go deeper, letting me feel the bottom of her cunt. Even though it was an insane thought, I almost expected the tips of my fingers to emerge from somewhere near the small of her back. Her entire being is now completely immersed in the physical pleasure she was drawing from those few square inches of such delightfully sensitive skin. Every nerve was alive. And every nerve was feeling the pounding I was subjecting her to. She was loving it. Her previously soft, subdued spoken responses were now more alive. Her exclamations of "YES... yea... do it!" were interspersed with unintelligible sounds of pure sexual expression. She was getting close to her orgasm, and I wanted it to be a good one. I was trying to vary my position to be able to give her pussy the slamming she desired, along with continuing the stroking of her clit combined with the new added sensation of my ring finger invading her tight little asshole. I brought my mouth back to her hot pussy to add the stroke of my tongue on her clit to that of my thumb. I licked her where ever my tongue would reach. I just decided to stop thinking about it; to do it all, do it fast and do it hard. That was exactly the push she needed to go over the edge. I let loose of all reserve, inhibition, and unnecessary concern. I let my hand do anything and everything it could. With my other hand I added the renewed sharp pinching and tugging on one of her nipples. Her orgasm hit her. I don't really know how big of an O it was, but her response was unmistakable. I maintained all of the stimulation through her orgasm and as it subsided I eased back. I stopped the very active work of my hand, and left her pussy to my very capable mouth. I let my tongue slide over the now drenched soft folds of her, seeing if I could tease her to another orgasm. Her breathing slowed and she was relaxing, so I settled into soft erotic licking and sucking, abandoning for now the next orgasm, until the next round. Her moans and sighs had stopped, and the next thing my ears heard was this:
She said simply, "Kiss me."
I did, sharing with her the sweet taste of her pussy that covered my face.
It was HOT. SHE was hot. HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?
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FIRST TASTE - AN INITIATION
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Posted:Sep 5, 2008 1:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2008 8:14 am
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INITIATION
We have met once before, and the initial play was fun, exciting, and the chemistry was there, just as it had been from the first contact; always holding the promise of even greater enjoyment in the future. When I suggested meeting at the restaurant for our second rendezvous, rather than going directly to a more private location, you were somewhat surprised but not disappointed. In getting to know me, you had come to expect the unexpected. Once seated and served, our lighthearted chat masks the much more erotic thoughts we both have, but that are revealed in our shared gaze at each other. After a few minutes, a woman approaches our table, and you're shocked, even mildly irritated that I rise to greet her with a friendly but warm kiss on her cheek and ask her to join us. Even as I am making the introductions, you detect a connection between she and I, as she slides quickly into your side of the booth, sitting just a little closer to you than would be considered appropriate. Your mind begins to wonder.
Her easy smile meets your friendly but questioning expression with a knowing look that you can't quite place, but the burning sensuality pouring from her eyes as she locks them with yours tells you it's more than the usual "Hi, nice to meet you." That look, along with the immediacy of her physical presence starts your imagination wandering down paths you hadn't anticipated. She is sitting close. Not pressed close against you, but close enough for her soft curves to make incidental contact which distracts you each time. As the conversation wanders, so does her hand, gently touching your arm, and then more discretely your leg, as your imagination begins to swim in excitement. Finally I say, "I THOUGHT you two would like each other, let's go!" Your rational mind tells you that you shouldn't; nothing was agreed to, you don't know where we're going, you don't know what will happen; but your curiosity, your imagination, and your desire all conspire to veto your fears.
The hotel room is well appointed, and it's obvious from the added touches of waiting candles already lit and opened bottle of wine, that it has been prepared in advance for our arrival. That is the least of your concerns right now. We all enter the room together, and just has She has been all along, She remains physically close, just inside your personal space. Not so close as to be intimidating, but definitely close enough to feel her presence. You are surprised when she says, "Excuse me for a minute, you two get comfortable", as she disappears into the bathroom. Once she leaves, I embrace you, immediately engaging you in one of the patently erotic, make-you-melt, kisses that you've come to expect; breaking it momentarily to whisper in your ear simply, "Are you OK?". The glaze of passion over your eyes, and the pressure of your breasts heaving against my chest with each, ever deeper breath answer the question.
The kissing continues, and you are pleasently surprised at the speed at which things progress. In moments we are in bed, naked, and I have you so aroused you almost forget our guest. Then she emerges from the bathroom, every inch of her warm glowing skin visible, and in an offhanded way in a quietly erotic tone she says to you, "Hi baby". Her lilting female voice is in stark contrast to the deep, corse resonance of mine; and the sound of it directed specifically to you with unabashed intent raises you to an unexpected level of excitement. She has been watching us the past few minutes, and knows full well that you are ready to accept her. My mouth has wandered down your body, and you are so aroused with the magic my tongue and lips have been playing between your legs, that you greet her in a nearly dreamlike trance as she slides her soft feminine body into bed and against yours.
You are overwhelmed with sensual overload as the mixture of my soft, but definitely masculine touches, kisses, and caresses are blended with those of a decidedly more feminine nature. She has become nearly as excited, both by the simple erotic pleasure, and also at the prospect of being your first woman; with full confidence in her ability to make it an experience of a lifetime for you. Her skills are amazing, and between our combined efforts we have brought you to orgasm several times. She and I have shared a few moments and exchanges for you to see and enjoy, but mostly we have concentrated on you. My next whisper into your ear is hoarse with arousal and excitement, as I murmur "School's in session".
I gently but firmly pull her from you, kissing her, and caressing her as I do. I say to her, "Teach her ... tell her what is good and what isn't ... direct her." I really didn't have to say anything, she already knew. As I lay her gently on her back, I direct your movements. Your first instinct is to immediately touch her between her legs. Your curiosity is now in full bloom, and you also want to prove to her you can give her the same pleasure she has provided you. I hold you back, and say, "Wait ... first learn her body." I direct your hands and mouth, kissing her.. showing you how... how to touch, where to touch, but it's an exercise in futility. Your instincts are perfect, you know what to do without realizing you know it. I see your innate ability, fueled with passion and desire, and I let you proceed without interference. I continue my explorations of both of you, as I say to you, "Now baby... let your mouth wander down her body." She parts her legs wider, you slide your soft skin against hers as you move into postion. You are enjoying every moment, but the realization of what you are about to do hangs in the background of your consciousness. I immediately recognize your slight hesitation and bring my face right next to yours and say, "It's OK... go ahead", as I kiss you on the back of your neck, making the small soft hairs of your skin stand on end. You softy, slowly extend your tongue from between your half parted full, moist lips; and as your mind swirls in excitement and disbelief of the moment, you let it slide between the wet swollen lips of her pussy.
End of Chapter One.
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