Writing.Com: Dreams of Desire: "Deep in thought all alone,
You drift into my dreams.
Wishing I could see you,
By gentle flowing streams.
Miles between so far away,
Locked within my heart.
I feel your passion inside,
Where we’re never apart.
But to gaze into your eyes,
Would fill me with desire.
Into blue depths your soul,
Stokes my passionate fire.
Though it cannot soon be,
Our desired unity of lust.
I give to you these words,
For which you may entrust.
I think of you all the time,
Whether it’s morn’ or night.
I feel your words of need,
As one our souls take flight.
Imagine a perfect union,
At a mountainous retreat.
Under enchanted forests,
Our passions find defeat.
On the shores of Big Bear,
Along water’s steep ledge.
Naked to the moonlight,
Body and soul we pledge.
The fantasies we dream,
Find life in written word.
Upon a warm soft breeze,
Our whispers surely heard.
Deep in thought all alone,
We drift into our fantasy.
Where fiery desires dwell,
And wait for you and me."
Friday, July 24, 2009
Writing.Com: Story of Lust
Writing.Com: Story of Lust: "Listen to me carefully,
An erotic story will be told,
Of our passions inflamed,
And lusty desires I behold.
You lie next to me aroused,
So filled with intense desire,
For you treat me like a lady,
Not a cheap woman for hire.
Your touch is full of passion,
Caressing my generous breast,
Fingers burning my soft flesh,
On holy ground where they rest.
My sexy legs you push aside,
As you enter Heaven’s gate,
For you want to be inside,
To taste me you cannot wait.
First licks from your tongue,
Drive me so wild and insane,
As I raise my feminine hips,
From the floor they sprang.
Bucking and moaning loudly,
I endlessly begged for more,
You fulfilled my every wish,
Tongue-fuck me to the core.
Unable to hold back longer,
I released on your wet tongue,
Writhing, groaning, moaning,
Of your praises I freely sung.
Lay down flat on your back,
And I’ll straddle your hips,
Ride you ever so frantically,
My breasts tease your wet lips.
Fast and hard you I will ride,
My pussy grinds hard cock,
Oh please cum for me baby,
Your juices I wish to unlock.
You’re firmly grasping my hips,
Controlling each downward thrust,
“I’m cumming”, you groaned,
As you were filling me with lust.
You gave me your eternal love,
Even though it was a great sin,
I promise you now and forever,
“Now can we do it once again?”"
An erotic story will be told,
Of our passions inflamed,
And lusty desires I behold.
You lie next to me aroused,
So filled with intense desire,
For you treat me like a lady,
Not a cheap woman for hire.
Your touch is full of passion,
Caressing my generous breast,
Fingers burning my soft flesh,
On holy ground where they rest.
My sexy legs you push aside,
As you enter Heaven’s gate,
For you want to be inside,
To taste me you cannot wait.
First licks from your tongue,
Drive me so wild and insane,
As I raise my feminine hips,
From the floor they sprang.
Bucking and moaning loudly,
I endlessly begged for more,
You fulfilled my every wish,
Tongue-fuck me to the core.
Unable to hold back longer,
I released on your wet tongue,
Writhing, groaning, moaning,
Of your praises I freely sung.
Lay down flat on your back,
And I’ll straddle your hips,
Ride you ever so frantically,
My breasts tease your wet lips.
Fast and hard you I will ride,
My pussy grinds hard cock,
Oh please cum for me baby,
Your juices I wish to unlock.
You’re firmly grasping my hips,
Controlling each downward thrust,
“I’m cumming”, you groaned,
As you were filling me with lust.
You gave me your eternal love,
Even though it was a great sin,
I promise you now and forever,
“Now can we do it once again?”"
Writing.Com: Words of Passion
Writing.Com: Words of Passion: "Words of passion, you easily speak,
That make me feel wanted, and so alive.
A mutual attraction, we both shall seek,
Into forbidden hot lust, we secretly dive.
I feel your burning, tender, loving kiss,
Along the surface, of my aroused soft skin.
Lead me deeply, into sweet sexual bliss,
With you I surrender, my sensual heart will sin.
Love me ever so intimately, no advances barred,
Bend me over dominantly, spread apart my legs.
Tease me, love me, sucking my nipples hard,
You say I feel so fucking good, to me he begs.
With only you, my desire reaches new heights,
Out loud I cry and moan, after each deep thrust.
Between what's right and wrong, my mind fights,
If you say you need me, then have me, you must."
That make me feel wanted, and so alive.
A mutual attraction, we both shall seek,
Into forbidden hot lust, we secretly dive.
I feel your burning, tender, loving kiss,
Along the surface, of my aroused soft skin.
Lead me deeply, into sweet sexual bliss,
With you I surrender, my sensual heart will sin.
Love me ever so intimately, no advances barred,
Bend me over dominantly, spread apart my legs.
Tease me, love me, sucking my nipples hard,
You say I feel so fucking good, to me he begs.
With only you, my desire reaches new heights,
Out loud I cry and moan, after each deep thrust.
Between what's right and wrong, my mind fights,
If you say you need me, then have me, you must."
Writing.Com: Incense & Innocence
Writing.Com: Incense & Innocence: "The heady scent of Musk
invades my numbed senses.
Smoke drifts through the night,
weakening my strong defenses.
Candlelight flickers sensuously,
drawing me into it's erotic dance.
There you are naked upon the bed,
pulling me deeper into a lover's trance.
My innocence, long since gone.
Yet I tremble nervously at your touch.
I wonder what there is to fear,
when we want each other so much?
The passion I had lost, resurfaces,
reawakening with your gentle caress.
Between desire and heated kisses,
it is you I've longed for, I confess.
You simply smile, eyes sparkling bright.
You pull me closer, hushing me with your lips.
Tongues mingle in an explorative dance,
fingertips leaving trails along goose-fleshed hips.
Our union consummated, intoxicated by incense.
Together we find our love and lost innocence."
invades my numbed senses.
Smoke drifts through the night,
weakening my strong defenses.
Candlelight flickers sensuously,
drawing me into it's erotic dance.
There you are naked upon the bed,
pulling me deeper into a lover's trance.
My innocence, long since gone.
Yet I tremble nervously at your touch.
I wonder what there is to fear,
when we want each other so much?
The passion I had lost, resurfaces,
reawakening with your gentle caress.
Between desire and heated kisses,
it is you I've longed for, I confess.
You simply smile, eyes sparkling bright.
You pull me closer, hushing me with your lips.
Tongues mingle in an explorative dance,
fingertips leaving trails along goose-fleshed hips.
Our union consummated, intoxicated by incense.
Together we find our love and lost innocence."
Writing.Com: Entanglement
Writing.Com: Entanglement: "Thick calloused hands
upon silky smooth skin.
Whispered breath, arousing
baited words of sin.
Tender kisses, suckling
mounds of tender flesh.
Two bodies entwined
joined together
in a lover's tangle,
they mesh.
Her hair entangles around
his gentle caresses, exploring.
Fingertips, tracing along
goose-fleshed valleys, teasing.
A trace of softness lingers
upon his tongue, as he
tastes her
lovely sweetness.
Their musky sexual perfume
lingers within the dewy
summer nights breeze,
enticing them further.
Until, neither can
take much more ~
Simultaneously, they
beg for release."
upon silky smooth skin.
Whispered breath, arousing
baited words of sin.
Tender kisses, suckling
mounds of tender flesh.
Two bodies entwined
joined together
in a lover's tangle,
they mesh.
Her hair entangles around
his gentle caresses, exploring.
Fingertips, tracing along
goose-fleshed valleys, teasing.
A trace of softness lingers
upon his tongue, as he
tastes her
lovely sweetness.
Their musky sexual perfume
lingers within the dewy
summer nights breeze,
enticing them further.
Until, neither can
take much more ~
Simultaneously, they
beg for release."
Writing.Com: Our Secret Place
Writing.Com: Our Secret Place: "Meet me in our Secret Place,
Deep inside our dreams desire.
I’ll recognize your loving face,
Your eyes ablaze, a passion’s fire.
Inside we’ll find our imaginings,
Of our perfect pleasure palace.
We’ll explore love’s beginnings,
As we share the lover’s chalice.
Whether upon autumn’s leaves,
Or under a summer’s full moon.
Thoughts a Scorpio God weaves,
Beckoning to me, it will be soon.
I listen for your whispers above,
Telling truths of forbidden lust.
Promising forever a sinful love,
A true love I never feel is unjust.
Show me the way of desires fate,
Or of your memorable intentions.
In our Secret Place I’ll lie in wait,
To taste of your love’s creations.
Gently caressing my full breasts,
Taste my liquid sweetness inside.
Upon my womb your head rests.
Your heart, let it be your guide.
I promised never to fade away,
From our lover’s Secret Place.
Deep within my heart you’ll stay.
A look of longing upon your face.
Upon tangled emotions we ride.
Peace is found within our place.
Our feelings we openly confide,
Fears disappear without a trace.
I’ll meet you there each night,
As we fall into dream’s sleep.
Just beyond the moon’s light,
Where lover’s souls are to keep.
I lie in wait upon desires bed,
For lustful bodies to intertwine.
A Secret Place within our head,
Where we share our lover’s wine."
Deep inside our dreams desire.
I’ll recognize your loving face,
Your eyes ablaze, a passion’s fire.
Inside we’ll find our imaginings,
Of our perfect pleasure palace.
We’ll explore love’s beginnings,
As we share the lover’s chalice.
Whether upon autumn’s leaves,
Or under a summer’s full moon.
Thoughts a Scorpio God weaves,
Beckoning to me, it will be soon.
I listen for your whispers above,
Telling truths of forbidden lust.
Promising forever a sinful love,
A true love I never feel is unjust.
Show me the way of desires fate,
Or of your memorable intentions.
In our Secret Place I’ll lie in wait,
To taste of your love’s creations.
Gently caressing my full breasts,
Taste my liquid sweetness inside.
Upon my womb your head rests.
Your heart, let it be your guide.
I promised never to fade away,
From our lover’s Secret Place.
Deep within my heart you’ll stay.
A look of longing upon your face.
Upon tangled emotions we ride.
Peace is found within our place.
Our feelings we openly confide,
Fears disappear without a trace.
I’ll meet you there each night,
As we fall into dream’s sleep.
Just beyond the moon’s light,
Where lover’s souls are to keep.
I lie in wait upon desires bed,
For lustful bodies to intertwine.
A Secret Place within our head,
Where we share our lover’s wine."
Writing.Com: Red Light Love
Writing.Com: Red Light Love: "You tell me of your need,
To do to me a sexual deed.
Of love you seem to profess,
Just to get me to undress.
If that’s the way it’s to be~
Then tell me, there’ll be a fee.
For then, I become your whore.
I’ll wait just outside the back door.
Fishnet stockings and short skirt~
Eyes telling me I’m lower than dirt.
Whispers and quiet hateful stares,
Knowing I’ll take your sexual dares.
From street corners to back alleys~
Over the hills, through the valleys.
Lustful acts and passionate sins,
Where only forbidden love wins.
You take the chance~I take the money.
For tonight you’ll call me your honey.
Red light shining brightly up above,
Tonight, a taste of red-light love."
To do to me a sexual deed.
Of love you seem to profess,
Just to get me to undress.
If that’s the way it’s to be~
Then tell me, there’ll be a fee.
For then, I become your whore.
I’ll wait just outside the back door.
Fishnet stockings and short skirt~
Eyes telling me I’m lower than dirt.
Whispers and quiet hateful stares,
Knowing I’ll take your sexual dares.
From street corners to back alleys~
Over the hills, through the valleys.
Lustful acts and passionate sins,
Where only forbidden love wins.
You take the chance~I take the money.
For tonight you’ll call me your honey.
Red light shining brightly up above,
Tonight, a taste of red-light love."
Writing.Com: The Dance
Writing.Com: The Dance: "From out of the mist,
You will see my desire.
Walking towards you,
Within a passionate fire.
The lust in my eyes~
A seductive sway to my hips~
My finger rises slowly,
Touching my sweet lips.
Shh don’t say a word.
For I know your need,
I feel it often myself,
An enticing forbidden deed!
Shall I show you how?
Or show you the way?
Neither, for I know
You always know what to say.
Not uttering a word~
You embrace me close.
Not to let me go, but
Touching me,
Where I need it most.
A slow erotic dance~
Leading me into temptation.
I’ll follow you in rhythm,
Without a trace of hesitation."
You will see my desire.
Walking towards you,
Within a passionate fire.
The lust in my eyes~
A seductive sway to my hips~
My finger rises slowly,
Touching my sweet lips.
Shh don’t say a word.
For I know your need,
I feel it often myself,
An enticing forbidden deed!
Shall I show you how?
Or show you the way?
Neither, for I know
You always know what to say.
Not uttering a word~
You embrace me close.
Not to let me go, but
Touching me,
Where I need it most.
A slow erotic dance~
Leading me into temptation.
I’ll follow you in rhythm,
Without a trace of hesitation."
Writing.Com: Sublime Passion
Writing.Com: Sublime Passion: "Gently touch her face,
Look quietly into her eyes.
Imagine her in lace,
Caress her womanly thighs.
Kissing her soft skin,
Smelling her lovely scent.
Wanting what lies within,
Head tilted, slightly bent.
Whispering words of desire,
She's moaning with such delight.
Stoking passion's fire,
Nibbling nipples, just a bite.
Slipping between her legs,
To taste her cream.
Waiting until she begs,
Making her scream.
Don't make her wait,
Give her what she needs.
It's certain fate,
Give in as she leads.
She'll arouse your lust,
Of this you are sure.
Show her your trust,
For you love just her.
Until passion subsides,
Touch her gently still.
Secrets she confides,
Taking what you will.
She is yours always,
Until the end of time.
All of her days,
A love so sublime."
Look quietly into her eyes.
Imagine her in lace,
Caress her womanly thighs.
Kissing her soft skin,
Smelling her lovely scent.
Wanting what lies within,
Head tilted, slightly bent.
Whispering words of desire,
She's moaning with such delight.
Stoking passion's fire,
Nibbling nipples, just a bite.
Slipping between her legs,
To taste her cream.
Waiting until she begs,
Making her scream.
Don't make her wait,
Give her what she needs.
It's certain fate,
Give in as she leads.
She'll arouse your lust,
Of this you are sure.
Show her your trust,
For you love just her.
Until passion subsides,
Touch her gently still.
Secrets she confides,
Taking what you will.
She is yours always,
Until the end of time.
All of her days,
A love so sublime."
Writing.Com: Sex
Writing.Com: Sex: "Seduce me with your eyes,
Staring between my thighs.
Seduce me with your touch,
A touch I crave so very much.
Caress my aroused breasts,
Against them your hand rests.
Caress tenderly my soft lips,
Grasp a hold of bucking hips.
Pinch my swollen nipples,
Feel my climatic ripples.
Spank me, make my ass red,
Suck hard, I’ll give you head.
Suck hard on my swollen clit,
Upon your face my pussy sits.
Fuck me hard until I scream,
My ass you’ll thoroughly ream.
Both of us hot, horny and wet,
Upon your hard cock I’ll set.
Fuck you till morning light,
Oh what an arousing sight."
Staring between my thighs.
Seduce me with your touch,
A touch I crave so very much.
Caress my aroused breasts,
Against them your hand rests.
Caress tenderly my soft lips,
Grasp a hold of bucking hips.
Pinch my swollen nipples,
Feel my climatic ripples.
Spank me, make my ass red,
Suck hard, I’ll give you head.
Suck hard on my swollen clit,
Upon your face my pussy sits.
Fuck me hard until I scream,
My ass you’ll thoroughly ream.
Both of us hot, horny and wet,
Upon your hard cock I’ll set.
Fuck you till morning light,
Oh what an arousing sight."
Writing.Com: Temptation
Writing.Com: Temptation: "Temptation
surrounds us
when we are close.
Our bodies cry out
to be touched,
as we hide
behind forbidden smiles,
that cannot hide
our needs,
our desires.
For it is you
that I long for.
Yes,
I crave your
masculine body,
but more than that,
I need your heart,
mind,
your soul.
I promise,
you will not lose
yourself, unless
it is within
my eyes."
surrounds us
when we are close.
Our bodies cry out
to be touched,
as we hide
behind forbidden smiles,
that cannot hide
our needs,
our desires.
For it is you
that I long for.
Yes,
I crave your
masculine body,
but more than that,
I need your heart,
mind,
your soul.
I promise,
you will not lose
yourself, unless
it is within
my eyes."
Writing.Com: Master is Your Name
Writing.Com: Master is Your Name: "Master is your name.
Pleasure is your game.
Love me,
Take me,
Dominate me,
It’s all one in the same.
I’m your Mistress slave.
For you my sex I’ll save.
Taste me,
Lick me,
Gently bite me,
For you I’ll always behave.
You’ll teach me my place,
As you cum on my face.
Bind me,
Tease me,
Spank me,
Make me wait for a taste.
Bathe me in candlelight.
Tell me not to put up a fight.
Desire me,
Restrain me,
Blindfold me,
Take away forbidden sight.
Make me beg make me wait.
You tell me it’s my only fate.
Touch me,
Pinch me,
Indulge me,
Lure me with swollen bait.
You allow me only a lick,
Of your swollen hard dick.
Love me,
Need me,
Fuck me,
In my moist mouth so thick.
Release me of my restraint.
No longer am I a virgin saint.
Lick you,
Suck you,
Fuck you,
Till you feel you’d like to faint.
You’ve trained me quite well.
A slave you’ll keep never sell.
Keep you,
Need you,
Admire you,
Secrets of love I’ll never tell.
Do I please you my Master?
I ask, riding you ever faster.
Oh yes!
Don’t stop!
I’m cummminngg!
Hot and ready you blast her.
At last satisfied and spent,
Returning is my caring gent.
Hold me,
Caress me,
Lay with me,
Together in a fantasy dreamt."
Pleasure is your game.
Love me,
Take me,
Dominate me,
It’s all one in the same.
I’m your Mistress slave.
For you my sex I’ll save.
Taste me,
Lick me,
Gently bite me,
For you I’ll always behave.
You’ll teach me my place,
As you cum on my face.
Bind me,
Tease me,
Spank me,
Make me wait for a taste.
Bathe me in candlelight.
Tell me not to put up a fight.
Desire me,
Restrain me,
Blindfold me,
Take away forbidden sight.
Make me beg make me wait.
You tell me it’s my only fate.
Touch me,
Pinch me,
Indulge me,
Lure me with swollen bait.
You allow me only a lick,
Of your swollen hard dick.
Love me,
Need me,
Fuck me,
In my moist mouth so thick.
Release me of my restraint.
No longer am I a virgin saint.
Lick you,
Suck you,
Fuck you,
Till you feel you’d like to faint.
You’ve trained me quite well.
A slave you’ll keep never sell.
Keep you,
Need you,
Admire you,
Secrets of love I’ll never tell.
Do I please you my Master?
I ask, riding you ever faster.
Oh yes!
Don’t stop!
I’m cummminngg!
Hot and ready you blast her.
At last satisfied and spent,
Returning is my caring gent.
Hold me,
Caress me,
Lay with me,
Together in a fantasy dreamt."
Writing.Com: Master of Pleasure
"Many nights I’ve thought of you,
And things you want me to do.
Sucking your thick hard dick,
Tasting you with a hungry lick.
Erotic interludes in a hideaway,
Riding me every night and day.
Orgasms abound we take cover,
Fucking my only Master Lover.
Pussy dripping with your juice,
Love it a lot when you let loose.
Every caress felt in our souls,
Ass filled up that’s all my holes.
Sexual intensity we have felt,
Under submission get the belt.
Rhythmic thrusts deeper yet,
Ejaculation impending I bet."
And things you want me to do.
Sucking your thick hard dick,
Tasting you with a hungry lick.
Erotic interludes in a hideaway,
Riding me every night and day.
Orgasms abound we take cover,
Fucking my only Master Lover.
Pussy dripping with your juice,
Love it a lot when you let loose.
Every caress felt in our souls,
Ass filled up that’s all my holes.
Sexual intensity we have felt,
Under submission get the belt.
Rhythmic thrusts deeper yet,
Ejaculation impending I bet."
Writing.Com: ~Longing~
"I see the longing
in your dreamy eyes.
The gaze of desire,
as if mesmerized,
by the raw passion
emanating from within.
Loving you may be wrong,
but it's never a sin.
I feel your tender touch,
within darkness, late at night.
Slip a little closer,
I'll promise not to put up a fight.
For I want to feel your fingertips,
caressing my sinewy skin.
Then slip them past my hips,
between my thighs,
to hide within.
My womanly liquid desire
is slick upon your fingers.
Deep within my well,
your lover's touch lingers.
My body responds
with wanton
uninhibited bucking.
I beg you
to please stop,
for it's your cock
I wish to be fucking.
You smile and continue
to fondle,
finger-fuck,
and tease.
Relax my love, you whisper,
for it's my time to please.
Your whispered words
drive me crazy, as
your touch makes me insane.
It's when your lips sear my flesh,
that my response cannot refrain.
Your hunger,
is evident to me.
With each suckling kiss
I make my demands known.
'Fuck me now' I say,
with a growling hiss.
You climb a top of me,
piercing with your
engorged cock, moving
in perfect unison, upon
your uncut shaft I rock.
'Oh God ...
harder ...
faster...' I moan.
I'm in such an aroused
state, that waiting any longer
to climax is not
our passionate fate."
in your dreamy eyes.
The gaze of desire,
as if mesmerized,
by the raw passion
emanating from within.
Loving you may be wrong,
but it's never a sin.
I feel your tender touch,
within darkness, late at night.
Slip a little closer,
I'll promise not to put up a fight.
For I want to feel your fingertips,
caressing my sinewy skin.
Then slip them past my hips,
between my thighs,
to hide within.
My womanly liquid desire
is slick upon your fingers.
Deep within my well,
your lover's touch lingers.
My body responds
with wanton
uninhibited bucking.
I beg you
to please stop,
for it's your cock
I wish to be fucking.
You smile and continue
to fondle,
finger-fuck,
and tease.
Relax my love, you whisper,
for it's my time to please.
Your whispered words
drive me crazy, as
your touch makes me insane.
It's when your lips sear my flesh,
that my response cannot refrain.
Your hunger,
is evident to me.
With each suckling kiss
I make my demands known.
'Fuck me now' I say,
with a growling hiss.
You climb a top of me,
piercing with your
engorged cock, moving
in perfect unison, upon
your uncut shaft I rock.
'Oh God ...
harder ...
faster...' I moan.
I'm in such an aroused
state, that waiting any longer
to climax is not
our passionate fate."
Writing.Com: Love Eternal
"So you think
you've been given
immunity,
from loving this
sensual, long-haired
beauty?
You couldn't be
more mistaken,
more wrong,
as you've
loved her forever.
Your admiration
growing more strong.
All it takes is,
one long, loving gaze,
to make your heart
flutter. Walk blindly
into desires haze,
listening to whispers
of need I utter.
My touch or kiss,
makes you
deeply inhale.
My breath upon
your flesh, makes
your excitable heart
skip a beat,
almost fail.
And when the union
between us gives birth;
you'll lay me down
gently, to renew
my lost sense
of self-worth.
For in your arms
I feel safe and
warm, an almost
breathless yearning.
An endless need,
our eternal flame of
love, forever burning."
you've been given
immunity,
from loving this
sensual, long-haired
beauty?
You couldn't be
more mistaken,
more wrong,
as you've
loved her forever.
Your admiration
growing more strong.
All it takes is,
one long, loving gaze,
to make your heart
flutter. Walk blindly
into desires haze,
listening to whispers
of need I utter.
My touch or kiss,
makes you
deeply inhale.
My breath upon
your flesh, makes
your excitable heart
skip a beat,
almost fail.
And when the union
between us gives birth;
you'll lay me down
gently, to renew
my lost sense
of self-worth.
For in your arms
I feel safe and
warm, an almost
breathless yearning.
An endless need,
our eternal flame of
love, forever burning."
Dreams Become Reality
I have never touched your face,
Nor given you a tender loving kiss.
Yet I know the touch of your lips,
And the passion of lover’s grace.
Never have I looked into eyes of blue,
The windows of your passionate soul.
For inside you will truly express love,
An aura of desire a beautiful soft hue.
Absent are your hands to caress me.
Gentleness felt touching my breasts.
Trailing along the valley of delight,
Reaching ecstasy that ours will be.
No tongue to taste of my sweet nectar,
Nor taste the saltiness of my skin.
A combination to please your palate,
Imagination lends to memory a reflector.
Your manhood I feel hard and strong,
Ready to please with it erect thrust.
Can you feel my mouth upon it now?
As I stroke it, bringing forth a song.
It’s not a reality you know to be true,
Only wishes we hope one day will be.
Meshing our bodies as one all night,
Pleasing each other with what we do.
I can feel it slip between my thighs,
Pushing and prodding for its entry.
Begging to pound me hard and fast,
Listen close you will hear my cries.
Can you feel me in dreams at night?
Cause I look for you within the dark.
Forbidden, our flesh becomes one.
As you gently kiss, nibble and bite.
I know I can always find you there,
In our dreams, either day or night.
Where you whisper words of love,
Entangling your fingers in my hair.
I hear your whispers on baited breath,
Enticing me with their promises true.
I trust you to be the man that I need,
For eternity, as my soul dies in death.
Will you journey with me to paradise?
And drink from its fountain of lust.
Taking you higher to heaven’s gates,
Please make me your fervent sacrifice.
Together if only in our lover’s dream,
I’ll see you there as we close your eyes.
Where we will find our passions fire,
Flesh against flesh or so it will seem.
Want me, need me, Love me so true,
I know you do with all of your heart.
As I will the rest of my life on earth,
Hear me as I tell you ‘I Love You’.
Nor given you a tender loving kiss.
Yet I know the touch of your lips,
And the passion of lover’s grace.
Never have I looked into eyes of blue,
The windows of your passionate soul.
For inside you will truly express love,
An aura of desire a beautiful soft hue.
Absent are your hands to caress me.
Gentleness felt touching my breasts.
Trailing along the valley of delight,
Reaching ecstasy that ours will be.
No tongue to taste of my sweet nectar,
Nor taste the saltiness of my skin.
A combination to please your palate,
Imagination lends to memory a reflector.
Your manhood I feel hard and strong,
Ready to please with it erect thrust.
Can you feel my mouth upon it now?
As I stroke it, bringing forth a song.
It’s not a reality you know to be true,
Only wishes we hope one day will be.
Meshing our bodies as one all night,
Pleasing each other with what we do.
I can feel it slip between my thighs,
Pushing and prodding for its entry.
Begging to pound me hard and fast,
Listen close you will hear my cries.
Can you feel me in dreams at night?
Cause I look for you within the dark.
Forbidden, our flesh becomes one.
As you gently kiss, nibble and bite.
I know I can always find you there,
In our dreams, either day or night.
Where you whisper words of love,
Entangling your fingers in my hair.
I hear your whispers on baited breath,
Enticing me with their promises true.
I trust you to be the man that I need,
For eternity, as my soul dies in death.
Will you journey with me to paradise?
And drink from its fountain of lust.
Taking you higher to heaven’s gates,
Please make me your fervent sacrifice.
Together if only in our lover’s dream,
I’ll see you there as we close your eyes.
Where we will find our passions fire,
Flesh against flesh or so it will seem.
Want me, need me, Love me so true,
I know you do with all of your heart.
As I will the rest of my life on earth,
Hear me as I tell you ‘I Love You’.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Initiation
Michael and I started dating after we met at a frat party given just after the beginning of the new school year. He was considered the best catch on campus and I was excited to see he had picked me, a freshman, to be his girlfriend. He was just shy of 6ft tall, with dark brown hair, a mustache and goatee, that I found rather sexy. His body was athletically fit, but his tight ass, broad chest and nicely toned arms turned me into jelly when he pressed his body against mine. That first night we met, I knew I wanted him to fuck me.
We spent most of the year experimenting with our sexual techniques and found places only the most daring would of found to make love in. Michael and I were a match made in heaven, as neither of us ever refused trying something new. Then one night, about a month before the end of the school year, he told me the guys in the frat house would be gone for the weekend. I found it strange that all the guys would be gone and he hadn't decided to join them. All of them usually went on the frat house trips, but Michael said he simply couldn't afford this trip and bowed out.
I accepted his excuse, and his invitation, once he told me of his well thought out plans for us.
Another weekend of pure lust was on his mind, with my 'Initiation' being the final stage, as proof of my true intentions in our relationship. He gave me a few of the details of our planned evening, but then said, "The rest you'll have to wait to find out." He grinned devilishly at me, proving he had plenty up his sleeve. "We'll have full access to the initiation throne downstairs, which I'm gonna christen with your pussy juice, as I fuck you in the ass. That's your final test Sara. You'll submit your sweet ass on the throne."
He smiled again with such a wicked lustful look that I was a bit nervous, but completely turned on by the need of which I felt pressing hard against me. Michael had such a beautiful, thick, long, hard, uncut cock when he was aroused. My pussy began to get wet at the mere thought of him naked before me. I imagined his hard cock jutting out in front of my waiting mouth, as I knelt in front of him, as I sacrificed myself to the God of the Fraternity's.
I agreed to be swept away unexpectedly Saturday night for the ceremonial Initiation, after we fucked on the football field that night. We parted after midnight, with expectations of pure submission to be our pleasure, as I agreed to give myself to him on the fraternity throne.
~~~
Saturday was finally upon us. I saw Michael earlier in the day and wondered why I saw a couple of his frat brothers still on campus. "Shouldn't they be on their way already?" I asked. His offered excuses were believable so I didn't think about it much after that; but throughout the day, as we continued to run into each other, the devilish smirk he wore upon his face made me wonder just how 'into' this initiation he actually was. Was I going to regret having agreed to this later on? I wondered....
~~~
A little after eight o'clock he knocked on the door to my dorm room. I answered wearing a red blouse and leather skirt that hugged my hips deliciously. The skirt was a bit longer, reaching a few inches above my knees, but had a precise slit up the back which stopped a couple inches short of the round bottom of my ass. My long blonde hair was left down, to frame my face with loose soft curls. I could tell when Michael exhaled a slight moan of appreciation, that he liked what he saw.
He said,"Damn Sara, you look so fucking hot tonight." He smiled briefly and then said with a sobering look upon his face,"You ready to go? Your initiation awaits." I smiled a bit nervously and answered with a turn of the lock; closing the door behind us, as we exited my room.
Michael drove me to his frat house, parking along the side of the house. The old wooden doors leading to the basement were open. I could faintly see a flickering light within, which piqued my interest. He took out a silk scarf and told me I'd have to be blindfolded so that I wouldn't be able to see the fraternity's secret lair. It was against the rules.
I agreed, but wondered what was so secret about a room everyone knew about on campus. Their yearly rituals for accepting new pledges were well known throughout the college community. I turned slightly in my seat and allowed him to tie it securely around my head, leaving me blinded in the night. I could only make out a faint flickering as we got out of the car and descended the stairway to the infamous basement.
I counted seven steps, before my feet rested on the floor of the basement. The clicking sound of my black ankle strap stilettos told me we were on cement. I wondered if the stories about the 'throne' being made of cement, were true. Michael took my hand and led me a few feet further before asking me to stand where I was. The smell of incense hung heavy in the air. As Michael turned me around the glare, from what I assumed to be candles, penetrated my blindfold.
"I need to prepare you Sara for your initiation. You look beautiful tonight, but I'm afraid such frivolous clothing won't be needed." He began to unbutton my blouse. My heart beat a bit faster. The worry I had felt was quickly turning to arousal. I felt his hands brush admiringly across my red lace bra, stopping only a moment to pinch my erect nipples between his fingers with controlled pressure through the fabric.
The zipper of my leather skirt could be heard in the silence, as it gave way to his strong fingers. Leather no longer hugged the womanly curve of my hips, as my skirt slipped down around my ankles. "Step out of it Sara." he ordered. I stood naked in front of Michael with the exception of my matching red lace bra and panties. I felt Michael move behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, I felt his cock against my panties, pressed hard between the cheeks of my ass. His breath-like whispered words penetrated my left ear through a silky shield of long golden blonde hair.
"I can't wait to fuck you here," he said as he pressed harder against me,"and initiate you into my world Sara. Once you've submitted you will be mine for eternity." His words made me feel part of a ritualistic ceremony of days gone by. I moaned heavily and fell back against the muscular body that engulfed mine. My hand slipped behind him, cupping his right cheek in my hand, enticing him to continue.
One hand cupped my breast, while the other slithered under the lacy red fabric of my panties . His fingers invaded my private garden. "Mmmm Your so wet for me Sara. Perfect. I'll get my cock slick with your juices, then penetrate your sweet ass with it. But first, you have to go through a bit of a ritual. Your going to be bound to the poles so you can prove your intention of complete submission." I felt a chill against my back as his warm body moved from mine. "Give me your arms Sara." He simply demanded. My panties had to be completely soaked with my juices, as the desire I felt dripped from my pussy.
Once I was bound, by what felt like more silk scarves, to the poles; I awaited for what would happen next with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. 'Stop teasing me and just touch me!' I wanted to beg aloud. I felt my legs being spread apart slightly, as he bound my legs to the same poles. I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh, until it rested briefly against my drenched pussy. A hand that, oddly, didn't have the same texture as Michael's. "She's ready." I heard a strange voice announce.
"Yes, she's ready." I heard yet another voice in the room. There were two others here besides Michael, I concluded. Then the realization of who they were hit me. The two frat brothers that I saw earlier in the day, Tom & Steve, Michael's best friends. My heart quickened, as a small smile formed on my lips. Michael knew I'd be pleased. I had told him a couple of times how I thought they were both hot as hell and how I'd like either to join us at some point in our sexual experimentation. Tonight I'd be getting my every wish granted.
"I see you won't be disappointing us tonight Sara." With that said, music began to play in the background. Barely a whisper at first, then the crescendo started to build, as I felt hands caressing my bound body. I recognized the music of Enigma playing seductively, as the 'Principles of Lust' emanated through my body. Now I knew where my cd had disappeared to, but I didn't care ... all I wanted was to be touched, caressed, invaded in the deepest part of my soul.
As the music intensified, so did their desires. My body swayed, drawn to their touch like a moth to a flame. I was indeed on fire with wanton desire. Hands, then hungry mouths, were upon my breasts, as I felt my bra being removed. My panties were cut from my womanhood, unable to be removed the usual way. Only my stocking covered legs remained as they were, as did my shoes. Which heightened their arousal as well as me,as they kneeled before me, tasting my sweet slit.
I felt Michael behind me again, now naked, pressed against my heated flesh. His hand offered my left breast to one, while his other urged my legs apart for one to fuck my pussy with his tongue. Then his hand slipped behind me. His fingers slipping inside my depth to be covered with juices, that now dripped freely down my inner thighs. I imagined them glistening in the candlelight with my offering. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I hugrily sucked them clean. I could hear them moan in unison, at what must of been quite an arousing sight for them.
Michael dipped his fingers in again, as each of the guys continued to taste every inch of me, taking turns between my heaving breasts and dripping pussy. Then I felt his fingers slip up just far enough to rest against my puckered hole. Surprisingly, it was eager to take his penetrating fingers. One, then two ... with a third added, after he fucked them in and out a few times to loosen me up more. "You want my cock in your ass don't you Sara?" Michael whispered loudly into my ear, so that they could hear his question and my answer.
"Mmmm, Oh yesss Michael. I want you to fuck me with your big hard uncut cock. I love having you inside of me. I give you my ass tonight Michael, just fuck me." My admission sent me into orgasmic heaven. My body jerked, as each ripple of pleasure passed through me.
"Mmm yeah," I heard one of the guys say, "cum on my tongue bitch." I strained against the ties that bound me, wanting free to reciprocate, but it wasn't time just yet. "She's one hot fuck Mike." I heard, whom I thought was Tom, say.
They seemed to let my orgasm subside before removing the ties. Then Michael led me away from the poles of submission. "We're gonna allow you to sit upon the throne before I take your offering, so that you might feel the power it has. I almost dreaded it, as I had heard it was made of cold cement. Made only for the hardest of asses. But when I sat down I felt the warm plush cushion below me. I writhed against, what felt like, crushed velvet material. The softness felt damn good against my bare ass.
"We will only bind your wrists to the sides of the chair this time Sara. I trust you will keep your legs spread wide for us." There didn't seem to be any arms on the chair, so I wondered how they would bind me again. I wish they would take my blindfold off, so that I could enjoy the pleasurable looks on their faces ... but then again, not being able to see made every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement. I nodded in agreement to what Michael said. I felt them tying my wrists to the side of the chair where the seat met with the legs on the back. I wouldn't be allowed to touch them even now.
I was urged to slide my ass out a bit onto the edge of the chair. "You'll suck each of them until they cum all over you." I felt their cocks at each side of me, fighting in the silence for the right to feel the pleasure of my mouth on them first. I turned slightly to the right, making the choice for them. I sucked on its thick hardness with anticipation, as I felt Michael's familiar technique being applied between my legs. I felt the other cock poke at my cheek in need of service. I struggled against Michael's tongue, which teased me ruthlessly. Taking the other cock in my mouth, I tasted the saltiness of precum at the tip. I licked at it before swallowing it whole.
This cock was uncut like Michaels. I could feel the extra skin slide slightly over the bottom edge of the head. I savored every bit of his length. I assumed it was Tom, as he was the taller of the two; but I was soon to find out that it was indeed Steve, when I heard him exhale a deep moaning sigh and comment,"My God your hot wet mouth feels so fucking good on me. Better than any cunt I've ever fucked." I sucked harder on him with more intent, replying with appreciation for his comment.
"Hey, I want some of that too." Tom whined. Michael's tongue fucked my wet pussy expertly. I was about to cum on his tongue. He always told me how much he loved the taste of me. Well, he was about to get quite a taste. Steve's cock slipped out of my mouth and, as I turned my head, Tom's slipped between my waiting lips. He began to fuck my mouth with need to cum. He held onto the back of my head, sliding in and out of my mouth with speed and perfect rhythm. I could feel him swell inside my mouth, as he grasped a handful of my hair. I began to moan on his thickness, as my orgasm neared and threatened to explode.
All of a sudden Tom pulled out. I could feel hot dollops of cum spurt all over my chest. My body gave way to pleasure. My orgasm releasing all over Michael's face, as he buried it deeply between my legs. I could hear Steve's hand slapping against his flesh; as he stroked his cock faster and faster until, he too, let loose all over my chest. A bit of it landed just above my upper lip. My tongue snaked out to lick it off my face willingly.
I felt my arms being released, as a soft towel wiped away the remnants of their cum off of my chest. "It's time Sara. Please stand before the chair." Hands on either side helped me stand up. I could feel Michael slip in behind me to sit upon the chair, sitting right in the wetness that now covered the seat. I felt him slide closer to the edge, his legs together directly behind mine. As they helped me; I spread my legs apart, straddling the chair to sit upon Michael's hard cock. He dipped his fingers inside my wet pussy. I assumed it was to rub over his length before entering me.
Instead I heard him slurping, as he sucked my juices off of them. The guys lowered me slowly upon his thick shaft; which was already jerking with excitement, in anticipation of feeling my tight ass around it. They let go of my hands so that I could grasp the sides of the chair. I felt their hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me down a little at a time, urging me further. "Slowly boys ..." Michael told them sternly.
The head of his cock was swollen beyond my recognition, as I felt it slip past the opening. He must of covered it liberally with lubricant, because I slipped down onto the head easily. My ass was hungry for his cock. A little further. They pressed down with more firmness on my shoulders. I cried out in a low gutteral moan. My mouth spewed forth words of lust.
"Fuck, you feel so good in my ass Michael." I slipped futher until I sat upon his lap, his cock buried deep inside my puckered hole. He reached around to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. I could smell myself on them, as it wafted up towards my nose. My eyes closed to savor the pleasure I was feeling.
"Mmmm fuck, let me taste me on your fingers Michael...now!" He slipped them suggestively between my lips, as I heard the other two guys gasp appreciatively. I recognized Steve's cock pressing against my lips after Michael's fingers slipped away. I sucked hard on him, wanting him to cum in my mouth; as I began to ride Michael's over-stimulated manhood. I propped myself on my left arm, while my right hand slipped between my legs to finger my pussy. I could feel Michael's balls smashed below my opening.
Steve's cock pounded hard and fast into my mouth, as Michael played with my tits. Tom refused to be left out; so he kneeled in front of me, brushing my hand aside to replace it. I felt his tongue slip excitedly into my pussy and then over Michael's balls. Back and forth until I felt Michael swell uncontrollably in my ass. Tom must of had his cock in his hand stroking it furiously, because I felt him jerking as he sucked at both of us.
Steve let loose first, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed him heartily until he had nothing more to offer. Tom's mouth on Michael, combined with his cock in my ass must of been too much; because I felt him let go next, filling my ass with his cock cream. The heat of his cum inside of my ass felt fucking excrutiatingly wonderful. I followed shortly after, cumming on Tom's tongue, as he continued to lick and suck at my pussy. Then I felt him stand up before me. His cum was expelled onto my breasts once again. Michael rubbed it over them, caressing it into my skin as if it was a special cream to make my skin healthier. All these sensations at once had made me cum profusely.
"She's one hot bitch Mike." I heard Tom say. He had always been blunt. "Yes, she definately is Mike." Steve agreed.
"Yes, she's very special." He replied, as I felt him nuzzle into my neck. I was still impaled upon his cock, allowing it to go down a bit before standing. He removed my blindfold finally. My eyes strained to adjust to the dim light flickering in the darkness. Michael's hand slipped between my legs again and played around in the wetness. "What do you say we stick around and christen the sacrificial altar?" I smiled and looked to the other two guys for verification. They both nodded in agreement.
"Well, it looks as if your frat brothers are into going all the way with the initiation. What is it I must sacrifice to you my Master of Ceremonies?" I asked.
Michael, Tom & Steve all smiled a 'secret' smile and said, "We're going to sacrifice every hole you have to the God of Lust." With that, our ceremonial night of exploration continued ....
We spent most of the year experimenting with our sexual techniques and found places only the most daring would of found to make love in. Michael and I were a match made in heaven, as neither of us ever refused trying something new. Then one night, about a month before the end of the school year, he told me the guys in the frat house would be gone for the weekend. I found it strange that all the guys would be gone and he hadn't decided to join them. All of them usually went on the frat house trips, but Michael said he simply couldn't afford this trip and bowed out.
I accepted his excuse, and his invitation, once he told me of his well thought out plans for us.
Another weekend of pure lust was on his mind, with my 'Initiation' being the final stage, as proof of my true intentions in our relationship. He gave me a few of the details of our planned evening, but then said, "The rest you'll have to wait to find out." He grinned devilishly at me, proving he had plenty up his sleeve. "We'll have full access to the initiation throne downstairs, which I'm gonna christen with your pussy juice, as I fuck you in the ass. That's your final test Sara. You'll submit your sweet ass on the throne."
He smiled again with such a wicked lustful look that I was a bit nervous, but completely turned on by the need of which I felt pressing hard against me. Michael had such a beautiful, thick, long, hard, uncut cock when he was aroused. My pussy began to get wet at the mere thought of him naked before me. I imagined his hard cock jutting out in front of my waiting mouth, as I knelt in front of him, as I sacrificed myself to the God of the Fraternity's.
I agreed to be swept away unexpectedly Saturday night for the ceremonial Initiation, after we fucked on the football field that night. We parted after midnight, with expectations of pure submission to be our pleasure, as I agreed to give myself to him on the fraternity throne.
~~~
Saturday was finally upon us. I saw Michael earlier in the day and wondered why I saw a couple of his frat brothers still on campus. "Shouldn't they be on their way already?" I asked. His offered excuses were believable so I didn't think about it much after that; but throughout the day, as we continued to run into each other, the devilish smirk he wore upon his face made me wonder just how 'into' this initiation he actually was. Was I going to regret having agreed to this later on? I wondered....
~~~
A little after eight o'clock he knocked on the door to my dorm room. I answered wearing a red blouse and leather skirt that hugged my hips deliciously. The skirt was a bit longer, reaching a few inches above my knees, but had a precise slit up the back which stopped a couple inches short of the round bottom of my ass. My long blonde hair was left down, to frame my face with loose soft curls. I could tell when Michael exhaled a slight moan of appreciation, that he liked what he saw.
He said,"Damn Sara, you look so fucking hot tonight." He smiled briefly and then said with a sobering look upon his face,"You ready to go? Your initiation awaits." I smiled a bit nervously and answered with a turn of the lock; closing the door behind us, as we exited my room.
Michael drove me to his frat house, parking along the side of the house. The old wooden doors leading to the basement were open. I could faintly see a flickering light within, which piqued my interest. He took out a silk scarf and told me I'd have to be blindfolded so that I wouldn't be able to see the fraternity's secret lair. It was against the rules.
I agreed, but wondered what was so secret about a room everyone knew about on campus. Their yearly rituals for accepting new pledges were well known throughout the college community. I turned slightly in my seat and allowed him to tie it securely around my head, leaving me blinded in the night. I could only make out a faint flickering as we got out of the car and descended the stairway to the infamous basement.
I counted seven steps, before my feet rested on the floor of the basement. The clicking sound of my black ankle strap stilettos told me we were on cement. I wondered if the stories about the 'throne' being made of cement, were true. Michael took my hand and led me a few feet further before asking me to stand where I was. The smell of incense hung heavy in the air. As Michael turned me around the glare, from what I assumed to be candles, penetrated my blindfold.
"I need to prepare you Sara for your initiation. You look beautiful tonight, but I'm afraid such frivolous clothing won't be needed." He began to unbutton my blouse. My heart beat a bit faster. The worry I had felt was quickly turning to arousal. I felt his hands brush admiringly across my red lace bra, stopping only a moment to pinch my erect nipples between his fingers with controlled pressure through the fabric.
The zipper of my leather skirt could be heard in the silence, as it gave way to his strong fingers. Leather no longer hugged the womanly curve of my hips, as my skirt slipped down around my ankles. "Step out of it Sara." he ordered. I stood naked in front of Michael with the exception of my matching red lace bra and panties. I felt Michael move behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, I felt his cock against my panties, pressed hard between the cheeks of my ass. His breath-like whispered words penetrated my left ear through a silky shield of long golden blonde hair.
"I can't wait to fuck you here," he said as he pressed harder against me,"and initiate you into my world Sara. Once you've submitted you will be mine for eternity." His words made me feel part of a ritualistic ceremony of days gone by. I moaned heavily and fell back against the muscular body that engulfed mine. My hand slipped behind him, cupping his right cheek in my hand, enticing him to continue.
One hand cupped my breast, while the other slithered under the lacy red fabric of my panties . His fingers invaded my private garden. "Mmmm Your so wet for me Sara. Perfect. I'll get my cock slick with your juices, then penetrate your sweet ass with it. But first, you have to go through a bit of a ritual. Your going to be bound to the poles so you can prove your intention of complete submission." I felt a chill against my back as his warm body moved from mine. "Give me your arms Sara." He simply demanded. My panties had to be completely soaked with my juices, as the desire I felt dripped from my pussy.
Once I was bound, by what felt like more silk scarves, to the poles; I awaited for what would happen next with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. 'Stop teasing me and just touch me!' I wanted to beg aloud. I felt my legs being spread apart slightly, as he bound my legs to the same poles. I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh, until it rested briefly against my drenched pussy. A hand that, oddly, didn't have the same texture as Michael's. "She's ready." I heard a strange voice announce.
"Yes, she's ready." I heard yet another voice in the room. There were two others here besides Michael, I concluded. Then the realization of who they were hit me. The two frat brothers that I saw earlier in the day, Tom & Steve, Michael's best friends. My heart quickened, as a small smile formed on my lips. Michael knew I'd be pleased. I had told him a couple of times how I thought they were both hot as hell and how I'd like either to join us at some point in our sexual experimentation. Tonight I'd be getting my every wish granted.
"I see you won't be disappointing us tonight Sara." With that said, music began to play in the background. Barely a whisper at first, then the crescendo started to build, as I felt hands caressing my bound body. I recognized the music of Enigma playing seductively, as the 'Principles of Lust' emanated through my body. Now I knew where my cd had disappeared to, but I didn't care ... all I wanted was to be touched, caressed, invaded in the deepest part of my soul.
As the music intensified, so did their desires. My body swayed, drawn to their touch like a moth to a flame. I was indeed on fire with wanton desire. Hands, then hungry mouths, were upon my breasts, as I felt my bra being removed. My panties were cut from my womanhood, unable to be removed the usual way. Only my stocking covered legs remained as they were, as did my shoes. Which heightened their arousal as well as me,as they kneeled before me, tasting my sweet slit.
I felt Michael behind me again, now naked, pressed against my heated flesh. His hand offered my left breast to one, while his other urged my legs apart for one to fuck my pussy with his tongue. Then his hand slipped behind me. His fingers slipping inside my depth to be covered with juices, that now dripped freely down my inner thighs. I imagined them glistening in the candlelight with my offering. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I hugrily sucked them clean. I could hear them moan in unison, at what must of been quite an arousing sight for them.
Michael dipped his fingers in again, as each of the guys continued to taste every inch of me, taking turns between my heaving breasts and dripping pussy. Then I felt his fingers slip up just far enough to rest against my puckered hole. Surprisingly, it was eager to take his penetrating fingers. One, then two ... with a third added, after he fucked them in and out a few times to loosen me up more. "You want my cock in your ass don't you Sara?" Michael whispered loudly into my ear, so that they could hear his question and my answer.
"Mmmm, Oh yesss Michael. I want you to fuck me with your big hard uncut cock. I love having you inside of me. I give you my ass tonight Michael, just fuck me." My admission sent me into orgasmic heaven. My body jerked, as each ripple of pleasure passed through me.
"Mmm yeah," I heard one of the guys say, "cum on my tongue bitch." I strained against the ties that bound me, wanting free to reciprocate, but it wasn't time just yet. "She's one hot fuck Mike." I heard, whom I thought was Tom, say.
They seemed to let my orgasm subside before removing the ties. Then Michael led me away from the poles of submission. "We're gonna allow you to sit upon the throne before I take your offering, so that you might feel the power it has. I almost dreaded it, as I had heard it was made of cold cement. Made only for the hardest of asses. But when I sat down I felt the warm plush cushion below me. I writhed against, what felt like, crushed velvet material. The softness felt damn good against my bare ass.
"We will only bind your wrists to the sides of the chair this time Sara. I trust you will keep your legs spread wide for us." There didn't seem to be any arms on the chair, so I wondered how they would bind me again. I wish they would take my blindfold off, so that I could enjoy the pleasurable looks on their faces ... but then again, not being able to see made every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement. I nodded in agreement to what Michael said. I felt them tying my wrists to the side of the chair where the seat met with the legs on the back. I wouldn't be allowed to touch them even now.
I was urged to slide my ass out a bit onto the edge of the chair. "You'll suck each of them until they cum all over you." I felt their cocks at each side of me, fighting in the silence for the right to feel the pleasure of my mouth on them first. I turned slightly to the right, making the choice for them. I sucked on its thick hardness with anticipation, as I felt Michael's familiar technique being applied between my legs. I felt the other cock poke at my cheek in need of service. I struggled against Michael's tongue, which teased me ruthlessly. Taking the other cock in my mouth, I tasted the saltiness of precum at the tip. I licked at it before swallowing it whole.
This cock was uncut like Michaels. I could feel the extra skin slide slightly over the bottom edge of the head. I savored every bit of his length. I assumed it was Tom, as he was the taller of the two; but I was soon to find out that it was indeed Steve, when I heard him exhale a deep moaning sigh and comment,"My God your hot wet mouth feels so fucking good on me. Better than any cunt I've ever fucked." I sucked harder on him with more intent, replying with appreciation for his comment.
"Hey, I want some of that too." Tom whined. Michael's tongue fucked my wet pussy expertly. I was about to cum on his tongue. He always told me how much he loved the taste of me. Well, he was about to get quite a taste. Steve's cock slipped out of my mouth and, as I turned my head, Tom's slipped between my waiting lips. He began to fuck my mouth with need to cum. He held onto the back of my head, sliding in and out of my mouth with speed and perfect rhythm. I could feel him swell inside my mouth, as he grasped a handful of my hair. I began to moan on his thickness, as my orgasm neared and threatened to explode.
All of a sudden Tom pulled out. I could feel hot dollops of cum spurt all over my chest. My body gave way to pleasure. My orgasm releasing all over Michael's face, as he buried it deeply between my legs. I could hear Steve's hand slapping against his flesh; as he stroked his cock faster and faster until, he too, let loose all over my chest. A bit of it landed just above my upper lip. My tongue snaked out to lick it off my face willingly.
I felt my arms being released, as a soft towel wiped away the remnants of their cum off of my chest. "It's time Sara. Please stand before the chair." Hands on either side helped me stand up. I could feel Michael slip in behind me to sit upon the chair, sitting right in the wetness that now covered the seat. I felt him slide closer to the edge, his legs together directly behind mine. As they helped me; I spread my legs apart, straddling the chair to sit upon Michael's hard cock. He dipped his fingers inside my wet pussy. I assumed it was to rub over his length before entering me.
Instead I heard him slurping, as he sucked my juices off of them. The guys lowered me slowly upon his thick shaft; which was already jerking with excitement, in anticipation of feeling my tight ass around it. They let go of my hands so that I could grasp the sides of the chair. I felt their hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me down a little at a time, urging me further. "Slowly boys ..." Michael told them sternly.
The head of his cock was swollen beyond my recognition, as I felt it slip past the opening. He must of covered it liberally with lubricant, because I slipped down onto the head easily. My ass was hungry for his cock. A little further. They pressed down with more firmness on my shoulders. I cried out in a low gutteral moan. My mouth spewed forth words of lust.
"Fuck, you feel so good in my ass Michael." I slipped futher until I sat upon his lap, his cock buried deep inside my puckered hole. He reached around to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. I could smell myself on them, as it wafted up towards my nose. My eyes closed to savor the pleasure I was feeling.
"Mmmm fuck, let me taste me on your fingers Michael...now!" He slipped them suggestively between my lips, as I heard the other two guys gasp appreciatively. I recognized Steve's cock pressing against my lips after Michael's fingers slipped away. I sucked hard on him, wanting him to cum in my mouth; as I began to ride Michael's over-stimulated manhood. I propped myself on my left arm, while my right hand slipped between my legs to finger my pussy. I could feel Michael's balls smashed below my opening.
Steve's cock pounded hard and fast into my mouth, as Michael played with my tits. Tom refused to be left out; so he kneeled in front of me, brushing my hand aside to replace it. I felt his tongue slip excitedly into my pussy and then over Michael's balls. Back and forth until I felt Michael swell uncontrollably in my ass. Tom must of had his cock in his hand stroking it furiously, because I felt him jerking as he sucked at both of us.
Steve let loose first, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed him heartily until he had nothing more to offer. Tom's mouth on Michael, combined with his cock in my ass must of been too much; because I felt him let go next, filling my ass with his cock cream. The heat of his cum inside of my ass felt fucking excrutiatingly wonderful. I followed shortly after, cumming on Tom's tongue, as he continued to lick and suck at my pussy. Then I felt him stand up before me. His cum was expelled onto my breasts once again. Michael rubbed it over them, caressing it into my skin as if it was a special cream to make my skin healthier. All these sensations at once had made me cum profusely.
"She's one hot bitch Mike." I heard Tom say. He had always been blunt. "Yes, she definately is Mike." Steve agreed.
"Yes, she's very special." He replied, as I felt him nuzzle into my neck. I was still impaled upon his cock, allowing it to go down a bit before standing. He removed my blindfold finally. My eyes strained to adjust to the dim light flickering in the darkness. Michael's hand slipped between my legs again and played around in the wetness. "What do you say we stick around and christen the sacrificial altar?" I smiled and looked to the other two guys for verification. They both nodded in agreement.
"Well, it looks as if your frat brothers are into going all the way with the initiation. What is it I must sacrifice to you my Master of Ceremonies?" I asked.
Michael, Tom & Steve all smiled a 'secret' smile and said, "We're going to sacrifice every hole you have to the God of Lust." With that, our ceremonial night of exploration continued ....
Mistress of Passion
Your passion is quite clear,
Words written full of lust,
Telling me of your wishes,
Not being with you, is unjust.
Would you love me gently,
Or desire to ravage my flesh?
Tease me into submission,
Either way we seem to mesh.
Caress me with your touch,
Arousing kisses on my lips,
Leaving a sensuous trail,
To my breasts’ tender tips.
Venturing yet ever lower,
Kissing my tender tummy,
Into my wetness you moan,
“Mmm, you're so very yummy.”
Tasting my sweet juices,
A hungry tongue will play,
Flicking at my swollen clit,
Burying it deeply all the way.
I feel your tongue slip lower,
Between my cheeks to tease,
Heighten my fiery arousal,
Forbidden desires you please.
I writhe wildly, no control,
My hips move beneath you,
Rising up against your face,
Juices begin to boil and brew.
If your tongue is this good,
I can’t wait to feel your cock,
Pounding into me relentlessly,
So aroused, it’s hard as a rock
“Turn around!” you demand,
“So your backside faces me”,
Strong hands grasp my hips,
Your sexual slave I’m to be.
The head of your cock rests,
Against my opening so slick,
Waiting to thrust into depths,
With ecstasy’s smoldering wick.
During the throws of passion,
With each hard deep thrust,
You promise me it’s forever,
The name Mistress I entrust.
Your Mistress of Passions,
Fantasized yet still untamed,
I’ll come to you in dreams,
Where they’re eternally inflamed.
Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday To You .... !For J.D. - "He's the reason I write"
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you ..." she sang. A VHS tape had come in the mail unexpectedly. Now, as Sunday night wore on without expectations, he had opened the plain brown wrapper to see what was inside. He slipped it in the VCR and waited impatiently to see what was on it, because he had no idea who had sent it.
A knowing smile spread across his face as he recognized her. The Happy Birthday singer was a friend he had since given up on. He had always wanted to get to 'know her better', for lack of better words to describe. Well, maybe not ... truth was he wanted to fuck her. He had always wanted to know the passion that seemingly lay within her. He leaned back against the couch and watched with renewed anticipation of what was yet to come.
Her rendition of Happy Birthday, along with the agonizingly slow strip she was doing on the screen, enticed the dormant sexual arousal he felt for her, to the surface. Where others would find her an average, attractive woman, he found her confidence and raw sexuality far exceeded some stick thin model's sexual charm.
His cock became hard underneath the only clothing he wore, a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. Just freshly out of the shower, he threw them on and had resigned himself to watching a little TV before bed. Then he remembered the package. 'Damn ...' he thought to himself, as his hand lowered to stroke his hardening cock.
She wasn't taking it all off like an erotic dancer, nor a well-paid hooker, but his gazing eyes undressed her little by little. She showed him just a little taste of this, then a little taste of that, on the screen. He was harder than hell now, he realized, as he stroked his thickness with newfound enthusiasm. Maybe he wasn't so tired after all.
Outside a pair of familiar eyes peered inside the curtain-covered window. She smiled knowingly, as she watched the screen, then his hand move up and down over his length. Soon ... soon she would have that luscious piece of meat between her lips, then between her legs. Her pussy cried pleasurable tears of moisture, trickling heavily ... wetting her panties.
He got more comfortable on the semi-circular couch in the corner. His other hand lowered to cup his balls as his other hand stroked his hard cock a bit faster. His mind began to wander, as he fantasized about nailing her with his engorged manhood. He licked his lips with arousing anticipation. Now ... yes, now was the time. She quickly moved towards the front door, which he rarely used and knocked lightly, so as not to startle him too much. Rap rap rap ... She waited outside in the cool night air.
Inside, he irritably whispered the word, "Shit!" under his breath. 'Who the hell was interrupting him this time of night, just as his hand was satisfying his needs?' he wondered silently. He slipped his hardness back inside his loose-fitting pajama pants; grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch he made his way towards the door. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, as he threw it over his shoulders. It was just long enough to cover his excitement.
She could hear the click of the lock tumbler as he turned it cautiously to open the door. She smiled widely, knowing he would relax the moment he saw her and the anger would subside at his unknown intruder. Slowly ... the door opened, then his face appeared within the crack of the door, as the outside light popped on. As soon as he saw it was her ... the one on the tape ... he opened the door wide and invited her in. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a grin, as wide as the ocean, across his face.
She grinned devilishly, asking with sarcastic playfulness, "Why, are you disappointed?"
"Hell no!" he said quickly, as she entered his entryway and he closed the door behind her. He was just noticing what she was wearing ... A long bright red dressy raincoat, black high heels and the sexiest black fishnet stockings he had ever seen adorn a woman's shapely legs. Her blond hair was curled, as he remembered her always doing it, except now it was longer. She had minimal makeup on her face, but it accentuated her natural beauty perfectly. Her eyes sparkled, displaying a forbidden fire burning just below the surface. A smile of coy desire stoked the flames a bit more.
"I see you received my tape." She said suddenly, looking over his shoulder at the TV. In his hurry to answer the door he had forgotten to shut it off.
He blushed at the realization of what some stranger would of thought of his choice of viewing material. "Ummm yeah, what a surprise it was. I was actually enjoying it for the first time just as you knocked. I had no idea what it was until I popped it in ... Quite the birthday present." He reached forward as if to offer to take her coat.
"Thanks ... but for now, I think I'll just keep it on." He looked a little confused, but soon he would understand. She instead reached out to cup his hardening cock under the blanket. "I see you were enjoying the tape." She said whispering in his ear, as she moved forward to stand just a couple inches from his body. "What if I said the rest of your birthday present was inside this coat?" she asked seductively.
He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered back, "I'd say we need to get you out of it then." The heat from his body made her ache with need. 'Yes, let's get me out of this coat.' The little voice inside her head replied. She had hoped to remain calm cool and collected ... most of all in control, but being so close to him had its affects. 'Damn it, how did he do this to her every time?' she asked herself.
"I agree ... but not until I say, ok?" she winked at him and began walking away from him slowly. Her memory led her to the doorway of his bedroom, barely concealed by sixty's style wooden beads hanging loosely from the top of the doorway. He had an earthy free-love style about him that she adored. All her senses were aroused when near him, as she smelled the lingering aroma of incense and a recently extinguished candle in the air. She turned to see if he was following her, but he still stood there watching her walk away. He quickly shut off the TV and VCR and caught up with her.
Once inside the dark intimate recesses of his bedroom, she stopped and allowed him to move about. He lit a candle on the bedside table, followed by a fresh stick of incense, before returning to stand in front of her. "This is a very nice surprise ... tonight especially." He kissed her briefly on the lips. "Just when I thought my birthday was going to be fairly uneventful." He smiled and then kissed her again. His lips lingered until she began kissing him back, with need.
His hands explored her shapely curves over the snugness of her coat. Having to touch her this way was irritating, but in an arousing sort of way. 'Patience' he told himself, 'soon enough.' After all, she had gone through the trouble of setting up this little unexpected tryst, the least he could do was play along with it. His kiss became more heated ... more adamant. God, he wanted her in the worst way right now!
She pushed him away gently, lifting her leg to rest slightly on the edge of a low stool next to the bed. "I think you better get on your knees and beg a little ... don't you?" He wasn't going to argue with her, as he wanted to bury his face in her pussy anyway. The closer he was to it, the easier it would be. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor slowly, watching her expressions as he did so. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face, as his tongue invaded her secret place.
His hands slid up her stocking-covered legs, slipping ever closer to her silk-covered pussy. He was surprised to find garters holding them in place ... my God he couldn't wait to expose her. The bottom of her coat spread apart to reveal that she had matching black silk panties on underneath. He was sure her bra would match as well. He leaned forward, as he rubbed her stocking clad legs and kissed her inner thigh just above the upper edge of them on her bare flesh. It sent shivers of desire throughout her body.
He could smell the sweetness of her sex. 'Mmmm' he thought to himself, 'Just a taste ... please.' He thought about begging her, but he decided it would be best if he teased her a bit, as she was him. 'Make her wait ... yes that would be best, make her wait!' His lips and exploring tongue barely brushed over the thin silk material, giving her goose bumps.
She tossed her head backwards seductively, closing her eyes, imagining his warm mouth against her womanhood. Her hand held the back of his head to keep him from leaving her most intimate 'secret' place. As a matter of fact, she pulled him in closer, not giving him the option to escape. Did he really want to though?
"You're allowed to taste me, if you're a good boy." She spoke to him as if he was a spoiled little boy that had to earn his just reward.
"Can I?" he asked coyly. 'I'll play along, as long as I can taste her.' He convinced himself silently. "May I please taste your sweetness?" By now the heady scent of incense and sex filled the room with pleasurable nose candy of which he hungrily inhaled. His tongue snaked out, licking at her panties briefly. Just a touch of his hot tongue on her wetness sent her into unexplored territory.
"Don't fucking tease me!" she passionately growled at him, as his face was forced against her sex.
He grasped a hold of the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side. 'Fuck this' he mumbled to himself. 'I'm going to eat this bitch until she's screaming for me to stop.' His tongue slipped past and into her waiting wetness. She was slick with her juices. He licked and sucked hungrily at her cunt, savoring her taste.
"That's a very good boy." She said in a low gasping whisper. Each thrust and flick of his tongue was sending shivers of lust through her body. His hands ventured north and found the top of her panties. He slowly tugged at the soft material between his fingertips. "In time." She said breathlessly.
His hands explored the roundness of her ass, as his tongue continued its pleasurable duty. A little further to touch her soft bare skin under the coat. One arm encircled her hips, pulling her closer, as his excitement grew. The other found the underside of her black lacy bra. He cupped her breast gently. By now, his cock was so hard it stuck outwards in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms. She smiled, loving the affect she was having on him.
Pushing the coat back off her leg to hang behind it, she unclipped the first fastener holding her stockings up. He moaned loudly, appreciating the fact that things were moving along a bit faster. His tongue had a way with arousing persuasion. He paused a moment, when she was done un-clipping the last one on that leg and began to roll her stocking down her leg. 'She's sexy as hell.' He thought to himself while removing it.
He wasted no time in un-clipping the other one for her as well. Down ... down her leg the other stocking slowly slipped. He tossed them to the side uncaring of where they landed. She untied the belt holding her coat together to hide her birthday surprise. He knelt breathless in front of her waiting its fall from her ample breasts. 'Yes ... he was right.' Beneath the coat were her breasts clad in a black silk and lace bra. Her breasts pushed up pleasingly, slightly spilling over its lace-trimmed boundary.
He stood quickly before her and pressed his face into their softness. 'My God, she smelled good.' He thought. The familiar scent of White Musk emanated from her bosom. His mouth sucked and licked hungrily at their aroused fullness, as he slipped the strap over her shoulder as far as he could with her coat still on, which was now hanging haphazardly from her shoulder. He slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra and caressed her gently. Her nipple hardened in the palm of his hand. She whispered next to his bowed head, "Would you like to taste more of me?" He moaned between her breasts in reply. The red coat slipped from both her shoulders onto the floor, leaving her exposed to the night air. His desire intensified.
His kisses trailed upwards along her neckline to finally rest against her waiting lips. The taste of minty freshness mingled with the sweetness of her pussy juices, as his tongue caressed hers. He pulled her closer as his advances intensified.
It was now her moaning into his open mouth ... a low whiny moan full of lust and need. Her body gave into his advances. 'Screw the role playing.' She told herself, as her hand slipped between them to cup his hard cock. His thickness felt so good within her grasp. She caressed its fullness under the pants before deciding they had to go. Grabbing them on either side, she slid his pants downwards until gravity pulled them down around his ankles. He kicked them off without hesitation. His bare flesh was against her now and she could barely compose herself. She wanted to just fuck him good ...to fuck him nice and hard.
He felt the need as well, as he turned her back to the edge of the bed while still kissing her. He slowly lowered her to the comforter, climbing over her. There was no need tonight for all the extra foreplay, he just wanted to plunge deep into her wet pussy and fuck her ... and so he did. His hard cock slipped inside her wetness. Her legs arose, wrapping around his waist. He began slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight wet cunt. He loved the way it hugged his manhood, as if it was milking him of his seed.
Legs tightened around him, urging him to fuck her faster ... to fuck her harder. She cried out in pleasure, as he continually plunged his engorged cock inside her. His mouth masterfully devoured her neck and heaving breasts ... then her mouth again. In between sighs of passion and lusty moans she urged him on, " Ohhh Fuucck, you feel so Goddamn good!" She never was good at hiding her feelings. "Yes baby...Ohhh God yes!" She came in spasmodic waves of pleasure all over his cock, her body shaking uncontrollably with desire. She wasn't very quiet or subtle either. "I'm fucking cumming!"
He couldn't take it anymore. This birthday surprise was more than he had hoped for and her verbal expression was about to send him over the edge. He held on tightly to her, whispering in her ear in a low, aroused growl, " I'm about to explode in your fucking cunt." His thrusts had become hard and intentional ... it was true, he was very close.
"Uggghhhhhh" he growled into her ear, as his load began to release. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" he plunged into her a couple more times before stopping deep inside of her. She could feel his juices overflowing, over her ass and onto the comforter. It felt warm, sticky ... and so fucking good.
When the intensity of the moment began to subside he kissed her again, slowly and intentionally. "Thank you ..." he whispered. She just smiled at him with a devilish little look on her face.
"Only 50 more to go .... One for every year baby." She winked at him suggestively. Of course he wouldn't last that long and neither would she, but a couple more hours couldn't hurt ... could they?
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you ..." she sang. A VHS tape had come in the mail unexpectedly. Now, as Sunday night wore on without expectations, he had opened the plain brown wrapper to see what was inside. He slipped it in the VCR and waited impatiently to see what was on it, because he had no idea who had sent it.
A knowing smile spread across his face as he recognized her. The Happy Birthday singer was a friend he had since given up on. He had always wanted to get to 'know her better', for lack of better words to describe. Well, maybe not ... truth was he wanted to fuck her. He had always wanted to know the passion that seemingly lay within her. He leaned back against the couch and watched with renewed anticipation of what was yet to come.
Her rendition of Happy Birthday, along with the agonizingly slow strip she was doing on the screen, enticed the dormant sexual arousal he felt for her, to the surface. Where others would find her an average, attractive woman, he found her confidence and raw sexuality far exceeded some stick thin model's sexual charm.
His cock became hard underneath the only clothing he wore, a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. Just freshly out of the shower, he threw them on and had resigned himself to watching a little TV before bed. Then he remembered the package. 'Damn ...' he thought to himself, as his hand lowered to stroke his hardening cock.
She wasn't taking it all off like an erotic dancer, nor a well-paid hooker, but his gazing eyes undressed her little by little. She showed him just a little taste of this, then a little taste of that, on the screen. He was harder than hell now, he realized, as he stroked his thickness with newfound enthusiasm. Maybe he wasn't so tired after all.
Outside a pair of familiar eyes peered inside the curtain-covered window. She smiled knowingly, as she watched the screen, then his hand move up and down over his length. Soon ... soon she would have that luscious piece of meat between her lips, then between her legs. Her pussy cried pleasurable tears of moisture, trickling heavily ... wetting her panties.
He got more comfortable on the semi-circular couch in the corner. His other hand lowered to cup his balls as his other hand stroked his hard cock a bit faster. His mind began to wander, as he fantasized about nailing her with his engorged manhood. He licked his lips with arousing anticipation. Now ... yes, now was the time. She quickly moved towards the front door, which he rarely used and knocked lightly, so as not to startle him too much. Rap rap rap ... She waited outside in the cool night air.
Inside, he irritably whispered the word, "Shit!" under his breath. 'Who the hell was interrupting him this time of night, just as his hand was satisfying his needs?' he wondered silently. He slipped his hardness back inside his loose-fitting pajama pants; grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch he made his way towards the door. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, as he threw it over his shoulders. It was just long enough to cover his excitement.
She could hear the click of the lock tumbler as he turned it cautiously to open the door. She smiled widely, knowing he would relax the moment he saw her and the anger would subside at his unknown intruder. Slowly ... the door opened, then his face appeared within the crack of the door, as the outside light popped on. As soon as he saw it was her ... the one on the tape ... he opened the door wide and invited her in. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a grin, as wide as the ocean, across his face.
She grinned devilishly, asking with sarcastic playfulness, "Why, are you disappointed?"
"Hell no!" he said quickly, as she entered his entryway and he closed the door behind her. He was just noticing what she was wearing ... A long bright red dressy raincoat, black high heels and the sexiest black fishnet stockings he had ever seen adorn a woman's shapely legs. Her blond hair was curled, as he remembered her always doing it, except now it was longer. She had minimal makeup on her face, but it accentuated her natural beauty perfectly. Her eyes sparkled, displaying a forbidden fire burning just below the surface. A smile of coy desire stoked the flames a bit more.
"I see you received my tape." She said suddenly, looking over his shoulder at the TV. In his hurry to answer the door he had forgotten to shut it off.
He blushed at the realization of what some stranger would of thought of his choice of viewing material. "Ummm yeah, what a surprise it was. I was actually enjoying it for the first time just as you knocked. I had no idea what it was until I popped it in ... Quite the birthday present." He reached forward as if to offer to take her coat.
"Thanks ... but for now, I think I'll just keep it on." He looked a little confused, but soon he would understand. She instead reached out to cup his hardening cock under the blanket. "I see you were enjoying the tape." She said whispering in his ear, as she moved forward to stand just a couple inches from his body. "What if I said the rest of your birthday present was inside this coat?" she asked seductively.
He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered back, "I'd say we need to get you out of it then." The heat from his body made her ache with need. 'Yes, let's get me out of this coat.' The little voice inside her head replied. She had hoped to remain calm cool and collected ... most of all in control, but being so close to him had its affects. 'Damn it, how did he do this to her every time?' she asked herself.
"I agree ... but not until I say, ok?" she winked at him and began walking away from him slowly. Her memory led her to the doorway of his bedroom, barely concealed by sixty's style wooden beads hanging loosely from the top of the doorway. He had an earthy free-love style about him that she adored. All her senses were aroused when near him, as she smelled the lingering aroma of incense and a recently extinguished candle in the air. She turned to see if he was following her, but he still stood there watching her walk away. He quickly shut off the TV and VCR and caught up with her.
Once inside the dark intimate recesses of his bedroom, she stopped and allowed him to move about. He lit a candle on the bedside table, followed by a fresh stick of incense, before returning to stand in front of her. "This is a very nice surprise ... tonight especially." He kissed her briefly on the lips. "Just when I thought my birthday was going to be fairly uneventful." He smiled and then kissed her again. His lips lingered until she began kissing him back, with need.
His hands explored her shapely curves over the snugness of her coat. Having to touch her this way was irritating, but in an arousing sort of way. 'Patience' he told himself, 'soon enough.' After all, she had gone through the trouble of setting up this little unexpected tryst, the least he could do was play along with it. His kiss became more heated ... more adamant. God, he wanted her in the worst way right now!
She pushed him away gently, lifting her leg to rest slightly on the edge of a low stool next to the bed. "I think you better get on your knees and beg a little ... don't you?" He wasn't going to argue with her, as he wanted to bury his face in her pussy anyway. The closer he was to it, the easier it would be. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor slowly, watching her expressions as he did so. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face, as his tongue invaded her secret place.
His hands slid up her stocking-covered legs, slipping ever closer to her silk-covered pussy. He was surprised to find garters holding them in place ... my God he couldn't wait to expose her. The bottom of her coat spread apart to reveal that she had matching black silk panties on underneath. He was sure her bra would match as well. He leaned forward, as he rubbed her stocking clad legs and kissed her inner thigh just above the upper edge of them on her bare flesh. It sent shivers of desire throughout her body.
He could smell the sweetness of her sex. 'Mmmm' he thought to himself, 'Just a taste ... please.' He thought about begging her, but he decided it would be best if he teased her a bit, as she was him. 'Make her wait ... yes that would be best, make her wait!' His lips and exploring tongue barely brushed over the thin silk material, giving her goose bumps.
She tossed her head backwards seductively, closing her eyes, imagining his warm mouth against her womanhood. Her hand held the back of his head to keep him from leaving her most intimate 'secret' place. As a matter of fact, she pulled him in closer, not giving him the option to escape. Did he really want to though?
"You're allowed to taste me, if you're a good boy." She spoke to him as if he was a spoiled little boy that had to earn his just reward.
"Can I?" he asked coyly. 'I'll play along, as long as I can taste her.' He convinced himself silently. "May I please taste your sweetness?" By now the heady scent of incense and sex filled the room with pleasurable nose candy of which he hungrily inhaled. His tongue snaked out, licking at her panties briefly. Just a touch of his hot tongue on her wetness sent her into unexplored territory.
"Don't fucking tease me!" she passionately growled at him, as his face was forced against her sex.
He grasped a hold of the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side. 'Fuck this' he mumbled to himself. 'I'm going to eat this bitch until she's screaming for me to stop.' His tongue slipped past and into her waiting wetness. She was slick with her juices. He licked and sucked hungrily at her cunt, savoring her taste.
"That's a very good boy." She said in a low gasping whisper. Each thrust and flick of his tongue was sending shivers of lust through her body. His hands ventured north and found the top of her panties. He slowly tugged at the soft material between his fingertips. "In time." She said breathlessly.
His hands explored the roundness of her ass, as his tongue continued its pleasurable duty. A little further to touch her soft bare skin under the coat. One arm encircled her hips, pulling her closer, as his excitement grew. The other found the underside of her black lacy bra. He cupped her breast gently. By now, his cock was so hard it stuck outwards in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms. She smiled, loving the affect she was having on him.
Pushing the coat back off her leg to hang behind it, she unclipped the first fastener holding her stockings up. He moaned loudly, appreciating the fact that things were moving along a bit faster. His tongue had a way with arousing persuasion. He paused a moment, when she was done un-clipping the last one on that leg and began to roll her stocking down her leg. 'She's sexy as hell.' He thought to himself while removing it.
He wasted no time in un-clipping the other one for her as well. Down ... down her leg the other stocking slowly slipped. He tossed them to the side uncaring of where they landed. She untied the belt holding her coat together to hide her birthday surprise. He knelt breathless in front of her waiting its fall from her ample breasts. 'Yes ... he was right.' Beneath the coat were her breasts clad in a black silk and lace bra. Her breasts pushed up pleasingly, slightly spilling over its lace-trimmed boundary.
He stood quickly before her and pressed his face into their softness. 'My God, she smelled good.' He thought. The familiar scent of White Musk emanated from her bosom. His mouth sucked and licked hungrily at their aroused fullness, as he slipped the strap over her shoulder as far as he could with her coat still on, which was now hanging haphazardly from her shoulder. He slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra and caressed her gently. Her nipple hardened in the palm of his hand. She whispered next to his bowed head, "Would you like to taste more of me?" He moaned between her breasts in reply. The red coat slipped from both her shoulders onto the floor, leaving her exposed to the night air. His desire intensified.
His kisses trailed upwards along her neckline to finally rest against her waiting lips. The taste of minty freshness mingled with the sweetness of her pussy juices, as his tongue caressed hers. He pulled her closer as his advances intensified.
It was now her moaning into his open mouth ... a low whiny moan full of lust and need. Her body gave into his advances. 'Screw the role playing.' She told herself, as her hand slipped between them to cup his hard cock. His thickness felt so good within her grasp. She caressed its fullness under the pants before deciding they had to go. Grabbing them on either side, she slid his pants downwards until gravity pulled them down around his ankles. He kicked them off without hesitation. His bare flesh was against her now and she could barely compose herself. She wanted to just fuck him good ...to fuck him nice and hard.
He felt the need as well, as he turned her back to the edge of the bed while still kissing her. He slowly lowered her to the comforter, climbing over her. There was no need tonight for all the extra foreplay, he just wanted to plunge deep into her wet pussy and fuck her ... and so he did. His hard cock slipped inside her wetness. Her legs arose, wrapping around his waist. He began slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight wet cunt. He loved the way it hugged his manhood, as if it was milking him of his seed.
Legs tightened around him, urging him to fuck her faster ... to fuck her harder. She cried out in pleasure, as he continually plunged his engorged cock inside her. His mouth masterfully devoured her neck and heaving breasts ... then her mouth again. In between sighs of passion and lusty moans she urged him on, " Ohhh Fuucck, you feel so Goddamn good!" She never was good at hiding her feelings. "Yes baby...Ohhh God yes!" She came in spasmodic waves of pleasure all over his cock, her body shaking uncontrollably with desire. She wasn't very quiet or subtle either. "I'm fucking cumming!"
He couldn't take it anymore. This birthday surprise was more than he had hoped for and her verbal expression was about to send him over the edge. He held on tightly to her, whispering in her ear in a low, aroused growl, " I'm about to explode in your fucking cunt." His thrusts had become hard and intentional ... it was true, he was very close.
"Uggghhhhhh" he growled into her ear, as his load began to release. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" he plunged into her a couple more times before stopping deep inside of her. She could feel his juices overflowing, over her ass and onto the comforter. It felt warm, sticky ... and so fucking good.
When the intensity of the moment began to subside he kissed her again, slowly and intentionally. "Thank you ..." he whispered. She just smiled at him with a devilish little look on her face.
"Only 50 more to go .... One for every year baby." She winked at him suggestively. Of course he wouldn't last that long and neither would she, but a couple more hours couldn't hurt ... could they?
Miss O
"Is there anything I can get for you Mr. Butano?" His humble slave and secretary asked. "May I rub your worries from your weary body?" She grins that familiar little devilish grin that says she will be rubbing more than just his worries away. "I have a wonderful new oil for such a thing. Would you like me to use it?"
Before Mr. Butano had a chance to answer she turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve it from her purse; which was on the floor next to the file cabinet. Her bare cheeks peeked out from under her suit jacket. She knows he loves her to wear this particular one. Her pouty pussy stared him in the face, as she spread her legs slightly, knowing that he was staring at her. 'He wants to touch me, I can feel it.' she says to herself. She lifts up slowly giving him one last glance before she turns to bring it closer for him to inspect.
"See Mr. Butano, this oil is so wonderful smelling. It's very intoxicating." She leans down closer to him. Her breasts in his face, threatening to spill out from her lowcut suit jacket. She doesn't have a blouse on underneath....she knows how he likes to see her dressed for the office. He sniffs at the open bottle and nods his head in approval, as well as appreciation, for the heady scent of White Musk she has chosen.
He places his finger on the opening and tips the bottle just enough to get a hint of it on his finger and sets the bottle back down on the desk. His hand slips between her legs to rub his incensed finger over the small tuft of pussy hair just above her slit. Miss O, as he liked to call her, reminding him of the 'Big O' in sexual pleasure; took that as an invitation and swiped his papers from the top of his desk. She slid upon it in front of him, spreading her legs on either side of him, as he sat within his plush office chair. "Would you like to smell it again Mr. Butano?"
Without a single word, he slid his chair back a little to better place his face in front of her sweet pussy. He moaned in appreciation of his midday distraction. Mr. Butano wouldn't trade his secretary in for any other. She knew how to get the job done on a business and personal level. He had known no other secretary with skills such as hers.
He hesitated a moment. "Go ahead Mr. Butano," She said, placing her hands on his head to urge him forward. " It's ok to have desert before lunch." She was teasing him with her quick wit and sweet smelling pussy. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his lips against her inner thigh. He kissed and sucked at it hungrily. He started out with such gentle slow strokes of his tongue, that she thought she would go crazy with anticipation. She pulled him in closer. His tongue darted in and out of her slit, fucking her, tasting her juices.
He moaned loudly "Mmmmm", as he pushed her legs further apart. He slipped one ... then two fingers inside of her wetness, thrusting them in and out with intent. His masterful tongue played with her hardened clit. Miss O leaned back to rest upon both her hands, allowing him full access. She began to moan in unison with him.
When he backed away to watch his fingers invade her over and over, she lowered her hand and began to play with herself. Her desire had escalated to the point of taking it in her own hands. She wanted to cum and cum hard for her boss. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, rocking her hips against his fingers. She threw her head back and cried out, as the first waves of ecstasy overcame her. Mr. Butano slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. Then buried his face in her pussy again. He sucked and licked at her until her orgasm subsided.
She sat up straight on his desk and smiled. She knew he would be hard as hell after that. He looked at her intensely. As he was about to say something a knock came to the door. Miss O slipped under his desk where she wouldn't be noticed and waited for him to say, "Come In." She could hear heavy footsteps entering the room.
She had forgotten his meeting with Mr. Taylor this afternoon. She wasn't going to fret about it though, as she knew their meetings never lasted more than about 20 minutes or so. She would just stay where she was until he left. She found it entertaining that Mr. Butano didn't rise to shake Mr. Taylor's hand, as he usually did. He simply sat in his chair and extended his hand, inviting him to have a seat.
While Mr. Butano and Mr. Taylor talked, Miss O became bored with waiting. This meeting was taking a bit longer than usual. She glanced between Mr. Butano's legs and smiled. 'Hmmm' she thought to herself. 'He's still hard as a rock.' She placed her hand on the bulge in his pants and began to stroke his hardness nice and slow. He writhed in his chair, appearing to Mr. Taylor that he was very uncomfortable. He slid closer to desk, knowing that Miss O wouldn't stop.
She'd continue until the job was done. That was one reason he had hired her in the first place. She quietly undid his belt and button. Then waited until their conversation was steady before unzipping his pants. Mr. Butano shifted in his seat, sitting more upright to give her room. He rested his elbows on his desk, appearing intent on listening to what Mr. Taylor was proposing.
Miss O giggled quietly, as she pulled his pants aside. His cock was so hard that it was peeking up over his briefs. She slid the cotton material down enough to get most of his length in her mouth.
Mr. Butano moaned, as he felt her hot wet mouth slide down his manhood. Her tongue was teasing him ruthlessly. He cleared his throat, making it appear that he had something caught in it. Mr. Taylor didn't seem to notice. He slipped his right hand under his desk, grabbing a handful of hair to slow her down a bit. If she wasn't careful she would get more than she bargained for very soon.
She stopped as he wished. Miss O could feel his cock jerking inside her mouth, as she held still all the way down to the base of his hardness. 'Just in time' she thought, as she tasted just a bit of his cum on the back of her throat. Her expert mouth, combined with the situation Mr. Butano found himself in, almost pushed him over the edge. His cock sprung out of her mouth, as she waited to allow his excitement to subside a bit.
When she saw that his cock was no longer throbbing and jerking, she thrust her mouth down over it again. Long slow strokes were her payback for making her stop. Mr. Butano would surely find a way to make her pay for this. Maybe he would make her work longer hours tonight. She wasn't upset about that in the least, because it usually led to more forbidden sex.
Mr. Butano was a great boss to work for. Not only did they have a good working relationship, but they also discovered they both enjoyed their sexuality. Together they induged in daily role playing, which usually led to more before the day was done. Miss O fucked him hard and fast with her wet mouth. He began to cough and sputter as if he had something in his throat, as his cum shot into the back of her throat.
Mr. Taylor excused himself, promising to bring back a glass of water for Mr. Butano. "Where is that secretary of yours Mr. Butano?" he asked. He was planning on telling her to rush a glass of water in to Mr. Butano, but she was no where to be found. "I'll be right back." he said in a huff, as he rushed out the door.
Miss O came out of hiding, smiling at Mr. Butano she scurried off into the bathroom adjoined between their offices. She quickly put her skirt on and hurried in with a glass of water for Mr. Butano. He quickly zipped up his pants before taking the glass from Miss O. Just as he did Mr. Taylor appeared in the doorway with a glass in hand.
She hurried over to Mr. Taylor and thanked him for his quick thinking. She explained that she had been in the restroom between their offices and heard Mr. Butano coughing. "I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, would you like to drink this yourself, or would you like something more to drink?" she asked. Her smile never left her face.
He leaned forward, smiling at her mischieviously and said, "I think I'd like to have a little of what Mr. Butano here just had." He looked briefly at Mr. Butano. With a nod of acceptance Mr. Taylor slipped his hand under her skirt, fingering her wet pussy. Of course, Miss O knew exactly how to make sure Mr. Butano's clients were comfortable and well-taken care of.....
Before Mr. Butano had a chance to answer she turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve it from her purse; which was on the floor next to the file cabinet. Her bare cheeks peeked out from under her suit jacket. She knows he loves her to wear this particular one. Her pouty pussy stared him in the face, as she spread her legs slightly, knowing that he was staring at her. 'He wants to touch me, I can feel it.' she says to herself. She lifts up slowly giving him one last glance before she turns to bring it closer for him to inspect.
"See Mr. Butano, this oil is so wonderful smelling. It's very intoxicating." She leans down closer to him. Her breasts in his face, threatening to spill out from her lowcut suit jacket. She doesn't have a blouse on underneath....she knows how he likes to see her dressed for the office. He sniffs at the open bottle and nods his head in approval, as well as appreciation, for the heady scent of White Musk she has chosen.
He places his finger on the opening and tips the bottle just enough to get a hint of it on his finger and sets the bottle back down on the desk. His hand slips between her legs to rub his incensed finger over the small tuft of pussy hair just above her slit. Miss O, as he liked to call her, reminding him of the 'Big O' in sexual pleasure; took that as an invitation and swiped his papers from the top of his desk. She slid upon it in front of him, spreading her legs on either side of him, as he sat within his plush office chair. "Would you like to smell it again Mr. Butano?"
Without a single word, he slid his chair back a little to better place his face in front of her sweet pussy. He moaned in appreciation of his midday distraction. Mr. Butano wouldn't trade his secretary in for any other. She knew how to get the job done on a business and personal level. He had known no other secretary with skills such as hers.
He hesitated a moment. "Go ahead Mr. Butano," She said, placing her hands on his head to urge him forward. " It's ok to have desert before lunch." She was teasing him with her quick wit and sweet smelling pussy. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his lips against her inner thigh. He kissed and sucked at it hungrily. He started out with such gentle slow strokes of his tongue, that she thought she would go crazy with anticipation. She pulled him in closer. His tongue darted in and out of her slit, fucking her, tasting her juices.
He moaned loudly "Mmmmm", as he pushed her legs further apart. He slipped one ... then two fingers inside of her wetness, thrusting them in and out with intent. His masterful tongue played with her hardened clit. Miss O leaned back to rest upon both her hands, allowing him full access. She began to moan in unison with him.
When he backed away to watch his fingers invade her over and over, she lowered her hand and began to play with herself. Her desire had escalated to the point of taking it in her own hands. She wanted to cum and cum hard for her boss. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, rocking her hips against his fingers. She threw her head back and cried out, as the first waves of ecstasy overcame her. Mr. Butano slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. Then buried his face in her pussy again. He sucked and licked at her until her orgasm subsided.
She sat up straight on his desk and smiled. She knew he would be hard as hell after that. He looked at her intensely. As he was about to say something a knock came to the door. Miss O slipped under his desk where she wouldn't be noticed and waited for him to say, "Come In." She could hear heavy footsteps entering the room.
She had forgotten his meeting with Mr. Taylor this afternoon. She wasn't going to fret about it though, as she knew their meetings never lasted more than about 20 minutes or so. She would just stay where she was until he left. She found it entertaining that Mr. Butano didn't rise to shake Mr. Taylor's hand, as he usually did. He simply sat in his chair and extended his hand, inviting him to have a seat.
While Mr. Butano and Mr. Taylor talked, Miss O became bored with waiting. This meeting was taking a bit longer than usual. She glanced between Mr. Butano's legs and smiled. 'Hmmm' she thought to herself. 'He's still hard as a rock.' She placed her hand on the bulge in his pants and began to stroke his hardness nice and slow. He writhed in his chair, appearing to Mr. Taylor that he was very uncomfortable. He slid closer to desk, knowing that Miss O wouldn't stop.
She'd continue until the job was done. That was one reason he had hired her in the first place. She quietly undid his belt and button. Then waited until their conversation was steady before unzipping his pants. Mr. Butano shifted in his seat, sitting more upright to give her room. He rested his elbows on his desk, appearing intent on listening to what Mr. Taylor was proposing.
Miss O giggled quietly, as she pulled his pants aside. His cock was so hard that it was peeking up over his briefs. She slid the cotton material down enough to get most of his length in her mouth.
Mr. Butano moaned, as he felt her hot wet mouth slide down his manhood. Her tongue was teasing him ruthlessly. He cleared his throat, making it appear that he had something caught in it. Mr. Taylor didn't seem to notice. He slipped his right hand under his desk, grabbing a handful of hair to slow her down a bit. If she wasn't careful she would get more than she bargained for very soon.
She stopped as he wished. Miss O could feel his cock jerking inside her mouth, as she held still all the way down to the base of his hardness. 'Just in time' she thought, as she tasted just a bit of his cum on the back of her throat. Her expert mouth, combined with the situation Mr. Butano found himself in, almost pushed him over the edge. His cock sprung out of her mouth, as she waited to allow his excitement to subside a bit.
When she saw that his cock was no longer throbbing and jerking, she thrust her mouth down over it again. Long slow strokes were her payback for making her stop. Mr. Butano would surely find a way to make her pay for this. Maybe he would make her work longer hours tonight. She wasn't upset about that in the least, because it usually led to more forbidden sex.
Mr. Butano was a great boss to work for. Not only did they have a good working relationship, but they also discovered they both enjoyed their sexuality. Together they induged in daily role playing, which usually led to more before the day was done. Miss O fucked him hard and fast with her wet mouth. He began to cough and sputter as if he had something in his throat, as his cum shot into the back of her throat.
Mr. Taylor excused himself, promising to bring back a glass of water for Mr. Butano. "Where is that secretary of yours Mr. Butano?" he asked. He was planning on telling her to rush a glass of water in to Mr. Butano, but she was no where to be found. "I'll be right back." he said in a huff, as he rushed out the door.
Miss O came out of hiding, smiling at Mr. Butano she scurried off into the bathroom adjoined between their offices. She quickly put her skirt on and hurried in with a glass of water for Mr. Butano. He quickly zipped up his pants before taking the glass from Miss O. Just as he did Mr. Taylor appeared in the doorway with a glass in hand.
She hurried over to Mr. Taylor and thanked him for his quick thinking. She explained that she had been in the restroom between their offices and heard Mr. Butano coughing. "I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, would you like to drink this yourself, or would you like something more to drink?" she asked. Her smile never left her face.
He leaned forward, smiling at her mischieviously and said, "I think I'd like to have a little of what Mr. Butano here just had." He looked briefly at Mr. Butano. With a nod of acceptance Mr. Taylor slipped his hand under her skirt, fingering her wet pussy. Of course, Miss O knew exactly how to make sure Mr. Butano's clients were comfortable and well-taken care of.....
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