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onepic500words · 7 months ago

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Are you sure?

Victoire sat at dinner, a glass of wine in her hand, and that look of absolute certainty all over her face. "I'm ready for this… and just want to be drunk enough to relax, enjoy it while overcoming my fear."

"Are you sure?" I asked with genuine concern. We'd talked about #3 on her list for a while, but prior attempts had quickly clarified that she was not really ready, clearly not prepared to have her ass stretched as my thick cock pushed at the edges of her ass.

The idea (my hope) of her loving it was tempered down significantly by the reality that I didn't really think she would ever really be able to do it. But the last few weeks of preparing by wearing a plug, then a vibrator in her ass, and finally getting off to it multiple times while I told her stories over the phone – controlling it via Bluetooth – had gotten her to the point of wanting it very badly.

"Yes, dammit, I'm sure. But babe… you're going to have to get me off a few times, and really, really go slow."

"I understand," as the plot of this evening began to take focus.

I raised my head at the passing waiter… "She'll have one more, and a check."

She raised her eyebrows at me, as she did when she was pleased that she had prodded me to action… and then scowled at me as I turned the vibrator on that was pressed against her clit up from a light hum where it had been for the last few minutes to the "I'm getting your attention level" and left it there.

Raising her glass to her lips, the slight shiver in her hands was barely noticeable as she closed her eyes… in part to enjoy the taste, and also in the enjoyment that the tremors were having on her body. Meanwhile I smiled at the prospects of doing one of my favorite things -- my lips and tongue pushing her over the edge multiple times and the prospects of taking her virgin ass for the first of many times.

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Walking back from dinner, having turned the vibrator back down so that she could comfortably concentrate while walking, her beaming smile caught the eyes of nearly everyone who we passed.

"There are a ton of people out tonight," she stated in the tone of wonderment every time she came to Durham. "Who knew this place was that popular?"

"I did." In the most matter of fact tone I possessed.

"Shut up," she replied and reached over to kiss me. I turned and kissed her back.

Getting into the elevator, I slipped my hand back into my pocket and turned the vibrator up to one of its "heighted" levels and watched as she leaned back against the elevator walls, trying to keep from moaning in front of the other three people riding up. When the doors opened at twelve, I flipped it back down and she took my hands, nearly dragging me toward my place.

"You are mean," was all that she said as we opened my door.

And as soon as the door closed, she turned on me and attacked me with kisses, reaching down to find my cock to return the favor.

"Not yet," I said firmly. "There's a lot to be done, and you'll get that when the time comes, and I don't want to waste the excitement on the pre-game activities."

"Fine," she huffed as she turned and started taking off her clothes, leaving a trail behind her as she sauntered toward the bedroom.

As I entered the room, she was already lying on the bed, stretched out so I could admire her beautiful body. Her long legs, her beautiful breasts, the hint of her pussy, and the alluring smile that always draws me in. Beside her, on the nightstand, lay her anal vibrator, a plug and the lube that would make anything possible. I reached into a drawer and pulled out a dildo, shaped like a real cock that was not quite as thick as my own…

"What is that?" she asked, with a bit of worry in the tone of her voice.

"The next step in your preparation for the real thing." My eyebrows raised, asking if she was really ready.

"OK" was all I got back, with hints of excitement, certainty and fear mixing together as if to give her final preparation.

Before I took off my clothes, I reached under each corner of the bed and pulled out leather cuffs which was tied to each post. I took her ankles and then her wrists and pulled them tight enough to let her twist but not escape. While walking around the bed for each step of her entrapment, I turned the vibrator still on her clit to a dizzying level… and stopped to deeply kiss her and then suck and lick each nipple with great abandon.

She was edging toward another orgasm (at least once over dinner to test her resolve to stay quiet… now however, I didn't care what the neighbors all around me heard from her moans and demands) as I removed the vibrator from where it was tucked into her, but rubbed her lips and below her clit (her favorite spot) as an apology for denying her the approaching release. Then I removed my shirt, jeans and finally my boxer briefs -- my now very hard cock bouncing a bit.

"Let me taste you," she begged. I simply shook my head and crawled between her legs… and licked open her lips.

"Oh fuck," she sighed, and closed her eyes while as she pushed her head back into the pillow and therefore thrusting her pussy further into my face. With that, I encased her clit in my lips, sucking and licking at the same time as she began to let go completely…

She came, and I reached over for the anal vibrator, put a small dollop of lube on it and then reached down to lick her ass for the first time. After she begged me to do it, having gotten two fingers in her ass in preparation, I gently pushed the vibrator into her… its two inches barely in her and her groans as its inch stretched her rosebud slightly.

Flipping the switch attached to the wire now dangling from her ass… I went right back to her pussy. She began to thrash against the restraints as my wet mouth tasted how much wetter she had become.

For the next few minutes, she got pushed further and further, my jaw joints aching from the aggressive exercise I was getting by paying attention to every bit of her. She moaned, came again and again, and begged for more as I ravaged her lips, licked in her, and pushed my fingers in and out of her repeatedly. And each time she came, I had to keep my thumb on her ass so she didn't push her vibrator out.

"Babe! I can't take any more… Please fuck me!!"

"Nope," I replied. "The only place I'm coming tonight is your ass…"

"Then go ahead and do it!"

"Not yet," I said, reaching over to unbind her from the bed… "Next, I get to keep my concentration while I get you ready for the final step."

Before she moved, I slowly pulled the now quiet vibrator from her, its battery completely depleted, and then paused to lick the sweat from her nipples. As I turned to lean up against the headboard, she twisted to get on her knees and I reached over for the dildo… and she immediately began to suck and lick my cock in complete rapture.

While doing my best to (1) focus on what was next and (2) to not come (which she had clearly decided that she could pull off despite my earlier promise), I reached over and pulled her hips closer, and then gently at first began to fuck her pussy with the dildo. "Maybe this will give you an idea of what getting #1 on your list checked off," as I picked up the pace and she began to moan while my cock was in her mouth.

After a couple minutes, I reached over and poured some lube in my hands, rubbing it together to warm it a bit, and then dribbled it on her ass… taking the excess in my hand, I coated the dildo with what was left and immediately took it to the edge of her asshole.

She stopped what she had been doing, and tensed up as she lay her head on my stomach as I slowly pushed into her. "Wait… stop… ok, slowly…" she gave instructions and I kept adding force against her ass's resistance. After another minute, I had worked the head into her ass (which caused her to yelp and moan… a combination I hadn't thought possible) and then began to push a bit further in to her as she tried to concentrate on my cock again.

Third stroke in… she came again, with my entire cock in her mouth, and screamed around it. After a couple more small strokes, she said, "Please babe… I can't take that any more. Either fuck my ass or me, but I need to feel you in me."

For the third time, I asked the question: "Do you think you're ready?"

"Yes already! You've almost exhausted me, and I need to feel you come! Stop teasing me and fuck me already!"

"As you wish," I retorted and lay her on her back.

Starting to eat her pussy again, she shook her head. "No! Fuck me!"

"Just trying to get you ready, ok?"

Her exhaustion, frustration and absolute lack of patience with me painted her entire body and she just nodded her resignation to my control over this.

This time, as I ate her pussy, my fingers felt that the resistance in her ass had improved, and I hoped it was time. After a minute more, I stood on my knees and carefully coated her ass and my cock with lube while I bent her legs further over her chest.

"I want to watch," she managed to get out, her excitement and nervousness now very evident.

"Another time I promise, but we'll need assistance with that and that's a whole different fantasy," was my only reply.

I leaned into her and placed the head of my cock against her ass.

"Babe, go slow…"

"I know," now concentrating on how hard I needed to be, and to get the lube to do the job of easing me into her.

The head of my cock began pushing into her, her hole stretching slowly as I pushed into her.

"I want you to fuck my ass… push a bit more, and then fuck my ass so hard." She knew that talking dirty to me would help me stay hard.

After a moment, I felt her ass engulf the head of my cock and she bit down on her lip in the pain but not as much as before. Preparation had worked. Her ass felt like a choking grip on my cock and now I was about to lose my own patience for the release I needed.

Another minute of slowly pushing into her, while the dirtiest thoughts and desires escaped her lips. "I can't wait to watch someone videoing us… you fucking my ass so hard, while she gets excited watching us both come… Fuck, you are so big in my ass… Come on, fuck me, fuck me so hard…"

Finally fully in her, her fingers found her clit and I pushed out a bit and began slamming myself into her ass… her tightness remaining a clinching force on my flesh as I got lost in the selfishness of the moment…

She was moaning and playing with her clit while I pushed further into her, my own words of desire and satisfaction rising up, "Fuck yes, I love fucking your virgin ass!" as I began to come deep in her ass.

Continuing my best to push in and out of her, her final scream was over the top, "Yes, babe, fuck me, oh fuck my ass, oh FUCK…." And she grabbed my back and dug her fingers deep into my own flesh. I'm sure my pain wasn't anything close… but she definitely got my attention.

In the immediate aftermath, I remained on top of her as I began losing my hardness and then slipped from her ass. She turned and kissed me, and lay her head on my shoulder, our sweat now soaking the bed.

"That really fucking hurt, but we got to do it again."

"Are you sure?"

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onepic500words · 5 years ago

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Some without pics...

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onepic500words · 5 years ago

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Ass

She’s so tiny that I knew I was going to have to take it slow, but I wanted to fuck her ass for a while now, and to keep fucking it whenever I wanted. But it was going to take some work before she even could.

We’d started with a wand and a plug, and lots of lube. I decided to make a day long experience out of it, so as soon as she got up and showered, I started to work on her. Kisses – long, deep kisses, and the roving hand. I wouldn’t let her be dressed after the shower and she was still damp from the water. Before long, I was three fingers in, and she was panting and begging to come. When I started sucking her nipple deep into my throat, she came all over my hand.

Immediately she reached for my cock, but I stopped. “Bend over, with your ass high in the air,” I demanded. She bent to make the shape I wanted and I started licking her ass with my tongue until I could feel the heat radiating out of her onto my beard. Her juices had begun to coat the hairs on my goatee.

I took the lube, and coated the plug and her ass and slowly began working its way into her. Every inch caused a little catch in her breath, and a slight moan. I got one that was more my shape – wide but not as deep so she could get used to it. Once it was about halfway in, I took out the wand and I laid it right on her clit and lips and then pushed it all the way in as the next orgasm came.

Putting her off any longer wouldn’t work so I slide my cock into her pussy and let her feel the sensation (again) of being filled completely. I was so hard and worked up by now that I refused to feel guilty as I quickly came and filled her with my seed. Then using the plug I slowly pulled in out and pushed it back in until she had come a fourth time and needed to rest.

Fifteen minutes later, she was walking in a skirt and no panties, and a bit awkwardly with that plug in her ass. We’d go shopping for a while as she prepared to be filled with flesh and not silicone.

The mall was kinda busy, and we kept running into friends. She kept a slightly despairing look on her face whenever she saw someone she knew because she was red-faced from being horny as hell. After each brief conversation, she’d turn to me and say, “You motherfucker. You better take me home and fuck me very, very soon!” I simply smiled and continued to walk along beside her.

When we passed the family bathroom, I quicky pulled her in there and locked the door. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Shut up,” I replied and began to play with the plug in her ass. Her left hand immediately went to her pussy to begin playing with it as the right propped her up against the wall. I slowly pulled the plug out and pushed it back in as I dropped my shorts.

With the next exit of the plug, I pushed my cock into her and she – nearly simultaneously – got angry, excited, demanding and frustrated at once. With one clean smooth entry, I was in her and then grabbed her shoulders.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for a while now…”

And I fucked her ass for 10 minutes until I couldn’t hold it any more and filled her a second time (now in a second hole) that morning. I stayed in until I melted out, and then pulled a pair of panties out of my pocket. She stood there for a minute, red faced and exhausted, and still horny.

“Fuck” was all she could get out before sitting down to let me drip out.

“Come along,” I said with a chipper little tone. “No telling what else you might experience today.”

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onepic500words · 5 years ago

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Possession

Sparky has been talking about Heather for months. Their attraction began at a party, with their respective husbands too drunk and clueless to see the heat being exchanged between them… even though NASA scientists notes the event on their new infrared mapping satellite. Boys can be oblivious.

One kiss to celebrate new friendship got much more serious when tongues jostled through lips, adding arcs of electricity to the moment.

What could have been written off as a fleeting fantasy on a particularly fun night evolved a month later into an extended visit to the bathroom, where teeth joined in where only lips and tongues had previously been, adding new action verbs–biting and sucking–to the kissing. This narrative between them had moved from one thing to another, bringing their bodies closer together before returning to girls night… none the wiser.

A couple weeks later, Alice called, ostensibly to discuss their husbands’ upcoming trip to a coaching camp. Heather’s sarcastic comment about the idiocy of the boys’ obsession led to a barely concealed, explorative reply about finding wallpaper for her kitchen... “something like that bathroom” from Sparky. The short, safe call quickly turned into Heather’s opportunity to clarify her intentions.

“Are you done dancing?”

The response was, at best, a sound that captured Alice’s arousal, surprise and timidity without actually emitting a decipherable word.

“That’s what I thought. I bought you a collar. I’ll let you decide if you want to wear it for me.”

Confidence regained, Sparky simply said, “I need to figure out something about Nathan.”

“Hmm…” Heather’s cockiness was out in full force. "Let me know. Saturday afternoon would be perfect for me.”

“Okie dokie…” trying to lower the heat building in her body.

“Okie dokie, ma’am.” And she hung up.

Flames of fury (at being hung up on) and desire (at being hung up on, in the manner in which she had) immediately filled the room where Alice sat, the phone still in her hand. “Oh shit...” seemed to sum it all up.

That Saturday afternoon, Alice appeared at her house – momentarily stunned to see Heather’s husband’s truck also in the driveway. Oxygen rushed back into her car once she remembered that the husbands had ridden together.

As she reached up to knock on the door, she saw a post-it note on the door. “When you come in, put the collar on and enjoy a glass of wine. I’ll be down in a minute. P.S. Take this note off the door.”

Tentatively pushing the door open, she grabbed the note and walked in. There were candles lit throughout the well-lit room, and music played from somewhere else in the house. There was a collar, a second note (this time on stationery), a bottle of wine and two glasses on the glass table by the door. Wax had spilled on the table, catching the corner of the letter.

“Alice, my rules are simple: Collar on, I’ll decide when to take your clothes off and then they’ll stay off until 5:30 when you have to go. I’ll join you in a few, after I finish my shower. I won’t do anything to hurt you, but you need to understand that you are here to serve me.” An arrow pointed to the back. Breathlessly, she turned the paper over.

“Take this note and you decide what to do with it.” A hand drawn heart with a comma and then H. But then continued below... “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come thinking about this. It’s going to be fun!”

Folding the paper, and putting in her pocket book, Alice then picked up the wine glass and filled it three-quarters full. A gulp later, she reached over and picked up the black collar. Across the front, it had stamped four letters: “MINE”

She felt her wetness begin to escape. As she put it on, Alice desperately wanted to take off her clothes. But the note was clear so she sat down in a chair she’d sat in a number of times before and kept taking sips from her glass about every 15 seconds. The moments between were filled with anticipation, and quick glances toward every sound that is new. The glass was empty and the warmth was filling her all over again.

As she stood, she noticed that she was being watched. Heather had her hair up, leather and silk straps across her body. Her nipples shone from the sun, the lotion and the shower. Alice’s just stood there, her glass dangling. “Wow...”

“Why yes, Alice, I would love a glass of wine. Pour me a tall one, but you only need a splash since you’ll be otherwise engaged the next few minutes.” Heather’s heels clicked on the tile, then went silent when she reached the rug in front of the couch. Heather turned and sat, starring at Alice who hadn’t moved.

“I won’t ask a second time. As much as I want this, you can just as easily be sent on your merry little way...” Alice didn’t even hear the rest as she quickly moved to the bottle and began to pour a glass for Heather. A small bit splashed out on the glass table as she turned to put wine in her own glass, but she didn’t even feel compelled to do anything about it, trying to bring Heather’s wine to her promptly.

“Your wine...” Alice hesitated. She looked down into Heather’s eyes. “ma’am.”

“Very good. Now let’s see you lick that bit of wine off my table, and then come stand in front of me.”

The taste of wine still on her lips, she returned to stand two feet from where Heather sat, softly playing with her folds. Alice couldn’t take her eyes off the wet ends of her fingertips. “Alice, I would like for you to take your shirt and bra off, and get on your knees right here.” A wet finger pointed between her legs.

Alice’s nipples and firm breasts sat in full attention as she knelled down and felt the warmth and smelled her wetness less than eight inches away. Heather offered Alice her fingers, which promptly went between Alice’s lips. Eyes closed, Alice tasted the aroma that seemed to fill the room, and then whimpered as the fingers were pulled away.

Next she felt Heather’s arms draped around her shoulders, and the first private, unrestrained kiss happened. They kissed, then Heather pulled back and smiled, looking over the sight before her: red hair with golden tips, perfect breasts, the black collar, green eyes focused on her own.

“Hand me my wine, and let’s see what you can do with that beautiful mouth.” Taking the glass in one hand, the other was put behind Alice’s face and pulled right into Heather’s clit. “I know you won’t disappoint me.”

Alice started licking, and Heather hummed a happy sound. “That’s my girl,” and took a sip of her wine, leaned back and closed her eyes. Her hand held Alice’s head in place for the time being.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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onepic500words · 5 years ago

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Thigh

“It’s time to go, Victoire!” One of the few words I be sure to say properly in French – VIC-twah. She hates the nickname… which is half the reason I use it.

Her eyes flick toward mine in the mirror, her back to me as she leaned closer to get her eyelashes just right. The glare is offset by the smile creeping up the left side of her lips, while her tongue licked around the inside of her lips. “I’m worth the wait…” Now there’s a fuller smile and the flash of her white teeth. “…and I will be just one more minute.”

I smiled back and picked up my jacket on the way toward the door. Ninety seconds later, sliding the earring in her left lobe, walking toward me well-balanced on her heels. The sway is just intoxicating. She’s stopped a couple feet from me, watching me staring at her for a few more moments before she says, “OK Lost Boy… let’s go.” I recover from being dazzled and turn to open the door for her.

“Your chariot awaits!”

As we set off, she reaches over to hold my right hand. “How do you know these folks again?” I ask. She explains the connection and also tries to make me feel comfortable walking into a room of people who are as curious about us as they are coming to celebrate the wedding of this cousin and someone they met in high school, and then again 10 years later at a bar in Richmond…

“Thanks – that actually helps me with context.” I pause, and side glance at her while paying attention to the road ahead and behind. “Did I mention how much I love that dress?”

Her face blushes slightly and then she squeezes my hand. “A couple times, but it’s ok to say so again.”

My hand moves to her left knee and I let my fingers and thumb flex slightly in a way that I hope conveys both my affection for her and my desire… She closes her eyes slowly, and grabs my wrist far more tightly than I expected for my subtle touch.

“You know what that does…” she says as she inhales sharply.

With feigned innocence, I reply back, “Oh, I’m sorry” and begin to pull my hand away. She pulls my wrist harder back toward her.

“Shut up and drive.” She leans over to kiss me on the cheek.

I keep my eyes straight ahead. “So that’s all I should do?” My hand slides up her leg just barely.

Another gasp. “It is a 30-minute drive, so we need something to talk about in the interim.” And then spread her legs just slightly apart.

I coolly reply, “What topic did you have in mind?” And my left hand begins to move above her knee toward the inner curve of her thigh. Another gasp and then her right hand grabbed the door handle. And over the course of the next mile of our journey, my hand was nearing the top of her beautiful leg.

“Please…” was all she said, but in a way that could have been a plea to stop or a desperate beg to continue. All was understood when she slid her seat back and leaned it back a little, letting her hips slide a bit more forward. The look that I caught in my peripheral vision was not subtle but longing… and I realized that her movements meant that my pinkie finger now lay at in the shallow canyon between her thigh and torso. With a twitch, the side of that fortunate digit glided on silk.

This time the gasp was accompanied by the slightest moan.

In a far more formal tone than I intended, I announced: “Forward progress is impeded…” then realizing that I might have hurt the mood, I demanded with a much softer tone, “Victorie, will you please slip those off your hips.”

“But…”

“No buts. I can preserve your modesty and these windows are very dark. However, regrettably, I don’t have nearly the dexterity I’d need to play while fighting that wee bit of silk and lace.”

Conflict filled her face for just a moment before the balls of her feet pushed into the floorboards, her hips rose off the seat, her thumbs went to the sides and slipped under each side of panties, and quickly skated them off and over her heels. She shifted onto her left side, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. In the same movement, her right hand slipped under my coat and I could feel the very slight bulge now in my left jacket pocket where the article of clothing would stay. Then she returned to nearly the exact same position in the leather passenger seat… only with her legs slightly more apart.

My hand returned to the top of her left leg, but this time she wasn’t feeling nearly as tentative. My thumb was now near the apex of her iliopoas, and my pinkie on her inside of her right leg – the move providing support so my other fingers could move independently. Then I began to tease her.

Five minutes later, I licked my fingers as she tried to regain her normal breathing pace. “Hmm… that’s so good.” I looked at her face. “You look like you’ve just had a nice long run.” A giggle.

Her seat began slowing rising back to its original state. The same side look, but with a very big smile. She still doesn’t say anything, but pulls her dress back down and reaches for her clutch. First lipstick, then gloss and a pass of her fingers through her hair. A very long look in the vanity resulting in a small adjustment to her eyes.

Then, just before settling back into her seat, she leaned over and put her hand on the raging hard-on. “I guess we could take care of that…”

“Maybe we can find a closet during a reception.”

Her hand moved her hand to my coat and I grabbed her wrist. “I’ll keep those.” We both smiled at the other, and as I slowed down to a red light, she reached over and kissed me deeply.

Someone honked behind me, and I kissed her one more time. “You make me so crazy, sweetheart…”

She lay back in her seat with the most perfectly content look in the world on her face. It was incredibly beautiful and complex and wondrous.

I put my hand back on her knee.

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onepic500words · 5 years ago

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Tenant

"Emily, come here... We have something for you to clean up." She trotted into the living room with nothing but her white collar on, and immediately began licking me off her mistress's chest and throat.

What began as a louder-than-expected discussion about the virtues of the young woman waiting on us at our favorite restaurant resulted in this new reality for our brunette nymph. Surprising us at her sudden appearance and placed the check on our table, she said, "Thanks for tonight! When are you two going to be back in?" Her tone reflected something more than genuine appreciation for her tip or loving her place of work.

The wife piped in. "Oh I don't know... When are you working again," she asked in that slightly seductive tone enhanced by inebriation. I could already hear her itemizing this young woman's charms as I held her down and fucked her in 20 minutes... if we could wait that long.

Emily's face brightened. "Sunday evening..." she replied while staring right back at my wife... before being called from the kitchen. She snapped out of the moment, apologized and turned to go back to work.

The wife's face, burnished by desire, simply said, "Focused and then moving back into her world without a skip... That's a skill." My beloved unbuttoned another button on her shirt and I started thinking about… She stood and leaned over to collect me from my thoughts, but saying exactly what I'd been contemplating: "Come on, I need you to take me home and fuck me like I want." I stood, we clasped hands and walked out.

I'd used my middle finger to bring her to two orgasms before we'd gotten home.

Emily was now the third tenant in eight years. The wife had begrudgingly accepted my lifelong obsession with lesbians and threesomes by hand picking a couple of curious friends. But with Amelia (our first live-in who was now married and has a baby on the way), I knew her objections or concerns about infidelity had been overcome when I walked in one afternoon on that long blonde mane being held tightly against the intersection of my wife's spread legs.

The following Sunday, Emily passed us a three-page handwritten letter outlining that she shared our interest and wondered if she could interview. Wednesday over wine, she passed with flying colors and the following Sunday moved into the guest suite.

We both preferred her naked but demanded only one thing: the collar. She was insatiable, with a mind full of naughty things she'd never allowed herself to express. The pattern developed that I would fuck our tenant without the wife once, but it was their trysts together or with me included that kept me hard and ready.

Once Emily had finished cleaning up, she kissed my wife's open mouth, and shook her naked ass at me. "You can thank me by fucking me now," Emily said. My wife got under her so she could help.

Not a bad Tuesday.

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onepic500words · 6 years ago

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Buzzing

Her phone lightly hummed, and quickly she picked it up to see if this was the message.

“Are you free?” The number was identified on her phone only as “Sir.”

“Yes Sir.”

Rosebud had been told by text the prior evening to wear her Bluetooth vibrator, with the insert for her vagina and ass, and a knee-length dress to work. And to set aside a couple hours for a lunch meeting. That message resulted in her remembering the last couple “lunch meetings” and quickly laying in her bed, fingering herself to two intense orgasms.

The next morning, she nearly skipped out of the house. “Mom, that’s a cute dress,” her daughter commented as they were getting into the car for school. “Thanks!” with a smile was all she would allow herself to reply.

She awaited the buzzing to begin, but nothing happened. She looked down to her phone to see if there was another message. Nothing. Do I have signal? Is something wro… Another hum.

“Walk downstairs and get into the Escalade. It’s silver and has darkened windows. They know to look for you.”

“And don’t let anyone see how hard it is to walk.”

Quickly standing and grabbing her purse, she gets to her door when she felt the first buzz into her clit. “Ohhh…” slips from her mouth and she grips the handle a little tighter to keep her knees from buckling.

“You ok, Rosebud?” One of her co-workers, walking by her office, sees her apparent effort to hold herself up and somewhat wobbly steps.

“Yeah. I fell this weekend and my knee still isn’t 100%,” she responded. She scolded herself for not keeping total control so that no one would notice. As she went down the stairwell, she felt the random waves of the vibrations in her pussy and ass being added to the mix… hastening her need to get outside and into the car.

She opened the door to bright sunlight, and immediately tried to let her eyes adjust. Feeling sensory overload, she realizes how desperately she needed to find this vehicle.

“Ma’am!” Looking up, she saw a gentleman in a dark suit looking out of the front passenger window of a black Cadillac parked right by the stairwell door. He had been well-prepared. “Can you please hop in?”

Feeling bewildered, she nods and feels an extra hard buzz in her ass. Opening the back-passenger door, she sees white leather benches facing each other in an otherwise very dark rear part of the car. A divider with a dark window separated the driver from the private capsule which she now pulled herself into.

A woman’s voice shocks her back to attention. “Good afternoon. Sir asks that you remove your toy and to join me in this seat. It may take a moment to get into this contraption.”

She was shockingly sexy, with short red hair, and a very practical skirt on. She was wearing a strappy top that barely covered her very ample breasts. Nipples indented her top with a hypnotic effect.

“Who are…” Rosebud started, trying to regain some composure before this stranger.

“I’m Sparky.” The striking woman extended her hand. “Pleased to meet cha. Could you sit down so we can get moving out of traffic and away from your place of work.”

Rosebud sat down across from Sparky, while trying to shake her hand. “I’m confused…”

“I understand, but Sir said you wanted to have something special. So here I am.” She wasn’t bouncy, but serious and matter-of-fact. Exactly the kind of person whose sexuality and sincerity nearly matched my wants in a perfect way.

Now wanting to earn the respect of this woman who she barely knew, Rosebud looked at Sparky and said, “I’m sorry but can we take a minute to know each other before I even attempt that.” The point to the left side of the back bench made it undeniable about what she was referencing.

In the seat beside Sparky was a leather hump with two vertical attachments, one thicker and about five inches in height, and the other considerable thinner, but a bulb at the top. A control sat about three inches from her right leg.

“I totally understand. I believe you like IPAs…” A cold glass bottle with her favorite beer was passed over to Rosebud. “I’m more of a red wine drinker.” Her head nodded to the cup holder with a glass filled with a dark liquid.

Rosebud started, “But I have to go back to work…”

“No, I called earlier and asked your team lead to mark you out for the rest of the afternoon for a spa retreat surprise from your friends. No one even wondered if that was true. You obviously work hard, and your co-workers know you don’t relax well. I can totally understand.”

Feeling the stress visibly escape from her shoulders, Rosebud sat back and took a big swig from the beer. A big smile filled her face once the bottle left her lips. She got even more excited even though she wasn’t feeling vibrations on her or in her any longer.

As she looked more carefully at Sparky, Rosebud couldn’t help but notice how toned Sparky was, and her great curves from her breasts to her hips. Her tanned biker’s legs were crossed, but clearly strong. She didn’t exactly exude confidence, but a sense of comfort with who she was… and how sexually charged the moment felt.

“What has He said about me?” Both of them said to the other at the same time. Big smiles broke out and the nervousness was now completely gone.

They chatted while being driven around downtown Raleigh and heard about their respective adventures and realized how much they knew about each other sexually without having ever met each other. The driver was both invisible and silent.

“Wow!” Sparky grabbed the door.

“You ok?” Rosebud looked concerned.

“Yeah, just someone is getting my attention.” Her legs spread and Rosebud could see a wire disappearing into her ass. Her nipples got even harder. But now all Rosebud could do was stare at the sight of her naked labia and the wetness leaking toward her puckered up ass. Quickly closing her legs, Sparky offered a quick apology. “Sorry. I’m not very shy when I’m as horny as I am right now. That fucker loves to keep me on edge.” They both knew who she meant.

Still speechless, Sparky continued. “I think this must be a message that I need to focus better on what you are supposed to be feeling.” Stooping up to knock on the privacy glass, Sparky sat back down and faced Rosebud. “Just a minute.”

It became darker outside the car, and Rosebud noticed the car was pulling into a parking deck. Woods filled the outside edges of the deck so they had driven toward Cary. The car stopped on a floor with nearly no other cars.

The driver’s door opened and then closed. The sound of steps walking away slowly faded away. It was suddenly very quiet and the energy had shifted to a nearly muggy sense of anticipation filling the space between them. Fantasies aside, Rosebud knew something she’d long wanted was about to happen. And all she could think was, Oh my God, am I ready for this?

She looked up to see Sparky was leaning way back in her seat and her eyes were closed. The buzz of a vibrator was unmistakable now that there was no other sounds from the road and the moving car. Her right hand was gripping the leather seat and she was clearly lost in the moment. Just as suddenly, Sparky opened her eyes and looked right at Rosebud.

“God, I am so fucking excited to be able to spend this time with you.” Shifting from sitting to standing on her knees, Sparky was inches from Rosebud’s face. “You are just as sexy as He said you were. But Sir has always had good taste.” Leaning forward, her lips fell into Rosebud’s lips.

“Oh fuck.” The words escaped right before the lips landed on her own. They felt soft but hungry, and within a moment her lips opened to feel a foreign tongue, Sparky exploring into Rosebud’s sensual energy.

Leaning back, Sparky smiled at Rosebud.

Getting over being bewildered, Rosebud leaned forward to grab Sparky’s head and pull her into another kiss.

“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me.”

“Bet on it.”

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They kissed and explored each other’s ears, necks and shoulders for a few minutes. So much so that both found their faces burning from the excitement and friction in the air. “You taste good,” Sparky offered. “It’s one of those things that when you feel and smell someone you’ve kissed on your own face and it doesn’t stink…” her faced screwed up a bit, with her nose pinched in just a bit. “I’m sorry this sounds weird now that I think about it.”

“No! I understood exactly what you were saying!” Rosebud replied, and grabbed her hand. “It’s just one of those little signs that things are aligned.”

“Good! I didn’t want you to…”

Rather than let her finish, or interrupt, Rosebud reached over and pulled Sparky into a more passionate kiss, and then pulled back enough to lick her new friend’s lips from corner to corner. Then she went to Sparky’s ear and whispered, “Don’t you want to take some of these clothes off?” The smile was evident in her voice.

“Hell yes! I am burning up!”

“I want to watch, because your chest has had my attention for a while.”

Sparky cross armed the bottom of her top, and pulled it over her head. The strappy parts were revealed to be a bra so her breasts were still covered. “I have to wear this ever since I had surgery just to keep them and me comfortable.” A light sweat was beading along Sparky’s flat stomach. “Sorry that I look so big.”

“Shut up! You look amazing. I love every inch of your body. You are so beautiful!” Rosebud’s tone was equal parts surprise at the self-criticism and affirmation of how we felt. Sparky’s face turned red.

“Sorry, I just am so worried about those things…” Then she began reaching for the bottom of the bra, stopping Rosebud with her mouth open, unable to say what she was going to say. Clearly the words were lost, and may not be seen again, as she stared at the perfect’s perky C’s now facing her. Her thick nipples standing out, nearly asking to be licked.

“Oh shit…”

“You like? Sir does. He loves my tits, and I love how roughly he fondles them.” The verb just sounded both clinical and sexual at the same time. Both smiled.

Before another word could be said, Rosebud leaned forward and took Sparky’s right nipple in her mouth. She licked from the bottom of her areola, across the nipple’s lines and crevices, to the top of her nipple. In a swift motion, a big part of Sparky’s right breast was in Rosebud’s mouth, sucking and licking until the moan escaped Sparky’s mouth.

“Hmmm… Not too rough and please don’t bite.”

“Nmmmph worpffmms,” Rosebud replied, unwilling to detach to utter a clearer response. But her answer was clear. As she moved to the left, both of their vibrators began to buzz. Now the sucking sounds were accompanied by a duet of long moans.

“Uhhh…” Sparky simultaneously pulled Rosebud’s hair and pressed her tighter to her nipple, prompting a further moan. “He’s watching.” Rosebud immediately pulled away and looked out the SUV’s windows. Then she turned, puzzled. All Sparky did was point to a camera mounted in the corner above the bench. A red light shone brightly.

Once she turned back, Rosebud received a full assault of the vibrator still connected to her clit and in her ass and vagina. He was sending a message. And the first orgasm sprang forth and shocked her entire body. “Ffffuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk!” wailed from her as she sat back in her bench seat. After about 15 seconds, she opened her eyes to see Sparky watching her intently, a finger playing with her pussy’s outer lips.

Rosebud shook her head, both trying to regain control of her concentration and trying not to rush the sexual progression too fast. “Sometimes, I hate that fucker. He knows exactly how to get me sometimes.” They both laughed.

Sparky leaned forward and said, “Let’s take some power away from him so we can concentrate.” Then she took each hand and spread Rosebud’s knees wide. In that moment, Rosebud’s excitement returned, but not because something was buzzing. Now it was something else entirely.

She felt her hands slowly going up her thighs, and then reaching her torso… Sparky took her thumbs and put under Rosebud’s panties at her hips and began pulling toward her. Rosebud’s ass rose slightly off the seat and the reinforced patch of silk (specially made to keep her vibrator both on and in her) slid down her legs. Sparky leaned back so legs could come closer together. In just a second, the panties were on the floorboard.

Fevered excitement filled Rosebud, and she felt how completely drenched she was. But before she could think too much, she felt the two hands start to go back up her legs, four fingers on the outside, and two thumbs pushing deep into the middle of each thigh. And then there were suddenly the face of each thumb pressing on her skin just at the edge of her own lips.

Rosebud looked into Sparky’s eyes, who was now looking as deeply back at her.

And then Sparky’s head disappeared under her dress, and she felt a very wet tongue lick her naked lips like no one ever had before.

The second orgasm hit. Sparky hung on while Rosebud’s hips flexed up and out. Then she felt the vibrator hit her clit… before she realized it was a warm, wet tongue attacking her nib, and immediately felt familiar lips sucking it too. The orgasm grew into something unfamiliar, like a living flame running through her torso and up her chest.

The next thing she felt was the vibrator coming through her tight rosebud, which almost began a third assault. “What…”

“You pushed the vibrator out of your pussy when you came… I’m just getting it completely out of the way.” The tugging had its intended results and Rosebud felt suddenly naked. And just before she could say anything, she found Sparky’s lips on her own, smelling and tasting herself on the face now pressed against her own. A long period of kissing followed, accompanied by fingers finding their way back to her clit.

Then she felt the tip of a finger pressing against the rosebud, and just as quickly enter her.

And the sensations changed again. Rosebud tried to keep breathing, kissing, and concentrating on how that finger felt moving tentatively into her ass. A move further in resulted in a flinching by Rosebud. “I’m sorry.” And the finger began to move out.

“Don’t stop… Fuck my ass with that finger… and keep… kissing me.”

The finger pushed further in, and the moan began. Rosebud exhaled each one directly into Sparky’s open mouth, and a fourth was beginning to rise up. “Harder… fuck me harder… God, please don’t stop… right there… right… there… Uhhh… ahhh… AHHHH… FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!” The word escaped with each letter being elongated into a syllable. Rosebud reached down to hold Sparky’s finger in her while the orgasm ran all the way down her legs and into the arches of her feet.

“Please stop…” she panted as she felt the finger move in her ass, her grip tightening on the wrist she was already holding very tight. And the aftershocks began to taper down, and she slowly loosened her fingers around the other woman’s flesh.

Sparky took the finger to her mouth, sucked on it, and offered a smile full of pride and satisfaction. “I loved doing that to you. I came just feeling you come on my hand.”

Rosebud leaned back, trying to regain all of the control she felt she had lost in the last few minutes and also trying to bask in the feelings that were overflowing from her pores. Oh this was better than I thought.

“How did you know…” Rosebud started to ask, but was answered with the green eyes looking back at her, and then up and to the right. “Oh! I guess there was a bit of preparation for this.”

“Just a little. No detail too small.” We both laughed. They had both felt that level of attention from Him on their own. Now they shared something of their own.

“Well, you are amazing. I bet all the girls love you.”

“Actually, you are my first. But everything felt right from the moment you got in. I knew I wanted to fuck you when our eyes first met. You’re just so damn sexy!”

Shock filled Rosebud’s face. “Really?!? That was your first time with another woman.”

“Yep.” Very matter of fact.

“Damn. I guess there is something to be said for chemistry.” A mischievous smile crossed Rosebud’s face, and she was nearly glowing.

“And…” stretching it out for effect. “…there is the twinkle He said to expect.” Then Sparky crawled onto Rosebud’s lap, straddling her, and kissed the little redhead’s pink lips again.

Sparky looked down and asked, slightly pleading, “Can you suck my nipples some more? And then we can move on to other things…” The rest of a sentence was lost as Rosebud’s lips took hold of a nipple and two hands pulled her breasts together. Suddenly she felt a wet mouth on both nipples.

“He said you like this too.” This time Rosebud was bragging that she knew some things also.

But all Rosebud heard was a moan. What an afternoon… was the thought in her mind as she concentrated on finding the right pressure and wetness, as she put her hand on Sparky’s strong back. What an afternoon.

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Naturally, in the midst of sucking on nipples, Rosebud could feel the heat and wetness against her stomach radiating off her backseat mate and was immediately reminded about the naked lips that were being pressed against her. Sparky hoped by straddling Rosebud in the way, she would be inviting other parts of her to be explored… and even writhe against her a bit too.

Rosebud’s right hand fell on Sparky’s left thigh, and almost as quick, her fingers found their way to the outer edges of the pussy that sought to be explored. “I hope I do this right,” Rosebud whispered, concentrating on touching her carefully.

“You won’t hurt me, but you will definitely do it right,” Sparky replied. And then she felt the thumb start to rub her clit. She gasped, and then closed her eyes.

Rosebud started exploring, and listening and watching Sparky for reactions, to find the places that really got her revved up. She quickly found a few different spots, both in and out, that seemed to cause the biggest reactions. And then suddenly…

“Owww!!” Rosebud sharply said, quickly pulling her hand away.

“What’s wrong?!?!” Sparky jumped back to see. “Did I hurt you with my hips? I’m so sorry…”

“No, no, no… I got a sharp spasm in my wrist. Damn, I wasn’t ready for that.” In that moment, Rosebud learned the hard reality of providing pleasure to a woman: muscle cramps.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” Sparky replied, not apologizing but offering empathy for the pain. “That is one of the things that Sir has mentioned before… It’s kinda funny when his jaw starts cramping from licking me.” Meanwhile, she was rubbing Rosebud’s forearm and wrist. “Here… this might help.” Twisting off her lap, Sparky landed in the seat next to her lover. Grabbing her right arm with one hand on her elbow and the other on her wrist, she pulled Rosebud’s fingers directly onto her vulva. “Now your arm won’t be weirdly twisted as you’re…”

She was interrupted with lips on her mouth, a deep kiss, while feeling the fingers return to their exploration.

“Indeed.” Rosebud smiled, and kissed again.

Over the next few minutes, Rosebud slowly pushed Sparky closer and closer to an orgasm, with gradually rising moans and verbal clues (“right there…”, “harder…”, “faster”) resulting in something more like a choreographer laying the steps out, but with the dancer providing her own spin on its execution.

Remembering something else she’d been told, Rosebud took her index finger and pushed the tip into Sparky’s tight ring. That move, along with the overall motion and touch, caused a sudden explosion. “RIGHT THERE…. Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh” was all the sound Sparky could get out as she felt the sensation flood her skin and muscles and the air around her.

Rosebud’s smile seemed to light up the entire space. “That was amazing!!”

Sparky, trying to recoup her composure, started to apologize. “I’m sorry if I was too loud. I really enjoyed that, but didn’t mean to lose control…” Her sheepish anxiety began to show itself, having been well hidden in her power position up to this point.

“Hush! You were amazing!” Rosebud retorted, “And I love your tits so much!” Her tongue began to lick the gap running down the middle of Sparky’s chest.

“Gawd! It’s hot – and I’m never hot. And so sweaty… I’m so…”

“Please stop apologizing…” Rosebud pleaded. “I’m not perfect, and you’re being yourself! There’s nothing to worry about!”

“OK…” Sparky got out before closing her eyes again. The tongue running along her skin was regaining her focus.

“Besides, I have something else I really need to do! But I really don’t know how to really do this, even with all the room in this car.”

Sparky reached over and pulled a bag from under the other seat. Unzipping the top, she pulled out two plush, white cotton robes. “Here put this on… I need to finish taking my clothes off before I put it on, but we should both be completely naked underneath.”

Two sets of very comfortable slipped came out of the bag next, which they both put on. Rosebud was both entranced as Sparky had de-clothed and then the uncertainty of what was coming next began to fill her. Noticing the change, Sparky grabbed her hand and sat down beside her. “It’s all been well-planned. No one will see you, or know what you’re not wearing where we’re headed next.”

Then she turned her face to the camera and said, “We’re ready for Part 2.”

Within 10 seconds, the driver had returned and the car was being cranked, and a moment later, they were moving out of the parking deck.

“Where are we…”

“Just enjoy!” And Sparky pulled Rosebud into another kiss.

When she pulled away, Rosebud noticed that they had gotten to the Umstead but drove right by the front entrance. The car then pulled into a dark opening, and then drove onto a shallow decline that sank beneath the high-end hotel. “Apparently this was added so that the hotel could provide accommodations to guests who wanted to protect against having to walk through the lobby where any one might see them.”

The car stopped, and the driver was quickly at the rear door. After it was open, a small stool sat outside the door, and the driver was facing away. Each carefully made their way out of the car and walked the 10 short steps to an open, empty elevator. Once they were both in, the doors quickly closed and began to rise.

“Wow… Was not expecting this,” Rosebud said with quiet amazement.

“Yeah,” Sparky offered in reply, squeezing the hand that she hadn’t let go of since they had both gotten out of the vehicle. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.”

The elevator door opened right into a large, open suite, with no separate door. As soon as they walked out, Sparky pressed a button by the door and a red light began to shine through its translucent face. “Now no one can get up here without someone unlocking the elevator.”

Shedding her robe, Sparky turned to Rosebud and said, “Come on! Let’s get naked and play!”

And then she started off toward the bedroom, calling out, “Boo… we’re here.”

“Boo?!?” Rosebud smiled a bit uncertainly and offered an uneasy laugh. Two different trains of thought influenced her question and the tone: Who else is here… oh yeah, that makes sense… and Did she just call him Boo? I can’t imagine that He would like that.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” There he sat, computer screen still showing the back of the Escalade, and a huge smile on his face. “Have you had fun?”

Both parroted, “Oh yes Sir!”

“Good! It’s time to continue…” and he waved them into a large bedroom room, with a huge white down comforter and the bathroom in all white just beyond. Leather contraptions and long silk scarves lay on the table by the bed.

“Shall we?” He reached over and took the robe off Rosebud, kissed Sparky deeply, and led both into the bedroom.

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“What do you think?” She flexed her back out toward me to show off how well the outfit fit her... and by that I meant her body within the clothes, and its overall color on her skin. She shone brighter than the Nevada sky around her.

She leaned over, just out of reach, so there was no way to ignore her cleavage, and the absence of a bra. Momentarily lost, she popped up, said, “Hey!” and caused my eyes to jump to hers. “Did I distract you?” she taunted, her voice simultaneously rising and falling to highlight her seduction.

“Uhhh...” I was momentarily lost for words by the entire sight before me.

“Cat got your tongue?” She smirked, and making sure I was paying close attention to her every expression, she stared at me... licked her middle and forefingers and reached under her top to slightly pinch her nipple.

The effect was instant, and my rising hardness matched how that nipple now reformed the fabric into its own little mound at the top of her left breast.

“I think you’re trying to tease me...” still dazed by her overall glow.

“Hell no,” the low octave matching how obvious she was trying to be. “I’m not about subtlety... I’m trying to spark you to action. Get your ass up!”

I stood to step toward her, and she immediately went to her knees and slid her right hand up my left leg, beneath my shorts and grabbed me at the base of my ever-thickening cock.

“That’s the reaction I wanted.” She began to move her hand beneath the two layers of cloth separating me from her. With her left hand, she undid the buckle on my belt, and began working at the button.

We were outside at the pool, in the adult section, where there were already three other women with no tops on, and at least one in some state of foreplay with the man who may or may not be her spouse/boyfriend/regular lover. Still my reaction was, “whoa! What are you...” I looked around, and noticed at least six pairs of eyes looking our direction – entirely because of the outfit she had on and how she wore it.

“Shut the fuck up... I want you in my mouth and want the audience to see me get what I want.” And just like that, her head and hand were working on my cock. I forgot about everything else.

After about 30 seconds of her attention, the poolside attendant who had brought us three rounds already walked up and said, in a tone that was unmistakeable for its intent to not take away from the moment, her interest in the exhibition, but her responsibility to maintain some decorum, “Perhaps I could interest you in one of our more secluded verandas.”

The mouth disconnected from my cock (but her hand kept up its rhythm), looked up at our interruption, and stated her undeniable intent, “I understand you have a job, but I’ve wanted this for weeks. Get us there now, and I promise you’ll get a tip you’ll never forget.”

“As you wish.”

Grabbing her hand to help her up, our lovely server led us to a partially-shaded tent only a few feet away. As we entered, I was pushed back on a sofa and immediately felt those glorious lips back on me. Then I heard a softer voice nearer to the action say, “I’m sorry that was necessary but a good portion of the hotel overlooks this part of the pool. We just have to eliminate the overhead view.”

I opened my eyes to see her looking down and then, noticing that I was looking at her, stared right in my eyes. “Uhhh.... no... worries... can you bring... us two more drinks...”

“Sure can!” and she reached over to kiss my lips and run her hand under the rust skirt to her left. I heard a slight moan and then off she went.

“Did you...”

“Yep! Made out with her when I left to go change a few minutes ago.”

“So that’s why you were gone...” and I felt my orgasm rising up. As I closed my eyes, I noticed there were now a number of eyes on us now.

Climbing higher and higher, as she kept sucking and licking, the predictable “oh fuck... Oh Fuck... OHH FUCK” brought forth the desired outcome. Her hands now wrapped around my legs as I came into her mouth and down her throat. She continued to suck, and lick and coax out whatever she could from me.

I finally had to get her to stop since the tickle was becoming painful. She looked up with that smile, and a bit of come on her lip and in her hair.

“Holy fuck...” was all I could say.

Suddenly a cold drink touched my shoulder and I jumped. I looked back into those blue eyes and was embarrassed by my diminishing cock. “Thanks, and...” as I was reaching for a towel, “sorry for all that.”

“Shut up” they both said (one with something still in her mouth). Then I saw a finger cross the lips that had just caused me to come before a poolside audience. It immediately went to the lips of our server, who dutifully sucked me off.

“You’re right... he does taste good.” And then her tongue went between my favorite lips to get out what else she could find, and how she could serve her more.

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She met me at the door with nothing on and, with a look, made clear very quickly that my state of dress didn’t fit the mood. The implied demand got my fire up almost immediately, and I reached over as if to pull her into a kiss, and instead grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her ear close to my mouth to whisper, “Who’s job is it to beg?"

"Mine, sir,” came the reply, but with a tone that reflected the difficulty she had in simply giving up.

“That’s right,” I responded in a very matter-of-fact tone. “Now stand over there and I’ll undress here. When I’m ready for you, I’ll let you know.” I undressed at a measured pace, carefully laying my clothes across the back of a chair in a way that would avoid them being wrinkled... and easy to put back on.

I noticed her eyes briefly closed, and her fingers clearly moving up and down near her clit. She opened them, looking right at me, and immediately stopped. “I’m sorry, sir… I know I was supposed to ask and just got distracted with thoughts of giving you pleasure.”

“You’ll just have to wait now as punishment.” I walked over to her and, with my left hand, I glided my hand up her inner thigh, and split her lips with two fingers to see how wet she was. Then I kissed her very deeply. Pulling away, I brought the fingers to my mouth, so she could watch me lick her off them.

She stayed still but her eyes made it clear that she was tiring of waiting.

“Walk over to the steps, and bend over tightly so I can enjoy this.” My tone had shifted from expressing frustration or being dominant... I simply was not there to be pleasured, but intended to enjoy making her surrender to receiving all that should could endure.

Clearly this wasn’t going as she thought it might when she invited me over. But rather than express her frustration, still walked, on her toes (because I loved how her legs that way), to the second of the carpeted stairs. She began to turn and face me, but I stopped her by asking in a kind but firm voice to spread her legs wide and to lean forward. “Keep her miraculous ass in the air. But I really want you to stand still.”

Her frustration was really setting in. She thought that she’d get to be the one doing something but instead found that she was now the focus of attention. With a sigh, she bent over and her ass and lips were now in perfect display.

I started at her ankle and slowly kissed, licked, and nibbled my way up each leg but refused to touch her more intimately... yet. She was getting wetter while finally letting go with soft moans and small verbal clues that she was enjoying my teasing.

“Up one step, please.” She quickly complied, with the outer edge of each foot pressed against the wall against the step. “Lean forward a bit.” Her outstretched fingers and thumbs braced her in this new angle.

Now standing behind her, I licked under each ass cheek, and slowfully licked her from bottom (with her swollen, throbbing clit between my lips and tongue finding every sensitive part) to top – licked her lips from outside in until i had splayed her open with my tongue. I stopped short of providing too direct attention to her rosebud, licking half way before stopping. Every time, she sharply caught her breathe when I didn’t go farther.

Laying my head on the third step, I asked: “Bring it down to me, and don’t let up until I indicate it is time.” Without hesitation, her beautiful pussy was covering my face. And I began to work with diligence on her orgasms… fingers inside, pushing and out, until the pace exceeded her stamina and she came as I kept licking, sucking and using every muscle I could to push her to the next explosion… then just as she thought I was ready to let her have her way, I pulled her hips further up and licked her ass right above me.

Her breath now reflected her state of mind – lost in lust. “Grab the handrails and stand still.” I got on my knees and really began to explore until it was clear her knees where becoming weak from the standing and her releases.

I reached across her supple body, from left shoulder to right waist, to hold her tight and support her, as I moved the tip of my finger into her ass. Her moans quickly got louder and demands sharper until she begged me to come again. She was duly rewarded with another one.

I stood up and walked over to my clothes. “Wait, what are you doing?"

"Someone needs to learn their place. But I will allow you to lick my face and lips until you are satisfied.”

Moments later, I was grabbing her waist and rubbing her ass and prepared to go further than I originally planned. As she appeared to go to her knees, I stopped her. My self-denial was more important in the moment. And I loved her tastes all over my lips, chin and goatee.

“See you next time.”

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onepic500words · 9 years ago

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Masquerade

The masquerade party hadn’t been my idea, but frankly at the moment, I would have agreed to anything. She was leaning close to me, nearly whispering into my ear even though we were alone…

“It’s supposed to be risqué… ummm… and the invitation said ‘Come naked, wear a mask or both!’ so (gasp!) I decided just go down the clearest path.”

I didn’t say much because at the time since I was trying to keep my hand at the right angle so she could continue to fuck my four fingers, while driving and trying to rub her clit my thumb. Thank God the car wasn’t manual transmission, or the road curvy, or both.

Laying in my arms after finishing what we’d started in the car, she returned to the topic of the invitation. “It’ll be fun,” as if she was trying to talk me into it, “and I know that we’ll have fun. Plus, you know how I like to watch and be watched, and since I know who will be there, there won’t be any body doubts.” I knew about both her unfounded qualms, and the futility in disagreeing with her about it. Acknowledging the statement with a nod, I shifted the topic: “You clearly have decided what you’ll wear. Care to share?”

Eyebrows raised, she popped up from the couch (it was as far as we’d gotten) and bounced up the stairs. I picked up my phone to see what I’d missed, and read a quick text from my daughter. Sparky came back down the stairs, less naked than she’d been before leaving… but only barely.

“This!” She presented herself in the black strappy top, her bright white skin a very nice contrast. The top did nothing to hide her breasts or those crimson, pencil eraser-sized nipples I loved so much. Her short stature was lost in the way her arms and upper body seemed so much longer with so little black silk wrapped around it.

I relied on my calm tone to both mask my reaction and to infuriate her. “That’s a good look. What will you wear below?” She had chosen to return as naked below the waist as when she’d left with her still wet outer lips pouty and bright.

The glare. “I haven’t decided yet.” If life had a soundtrack, I’d have heard a boom/pop as she turned around and ended the sentence to reflect her fury at my lack of response. She climbed back up the steps, stomping as much as her small body could to project her barely-concealed fury.

I smiled, and watched her eyes, as a smile crossed my face.

I acknowledge that the sexiest things about me are my mind, my deviant tastes and the woman with whom I’ve chosen to spend my life. Bald with a genetically unavoidable tummy, my good fortune cannot be denied. It was confirmed again when a couple weeks later at the party she walked up to me with her boy shorts and strappy top on (”fuck the mask”), I just smiled and prayed a brief word of grattitude. Then I noticed the red-hot firecracker was holding Ellen’s leash. “Someone needs to be taken for a walk.”

No one even looked up when they crossed the room to me. Most were either involved in, or closely watching others during, acts of passion. The cool air from open windows and French doors did nothing to reduce the overwhelmingly spicy heat in the large room. The house was one that our friends used often for these occasions and located in a remote enough area that no one could hear the cascading wavelengths of moans, grunts, and spoken desires. Summertime in the mountains had its advantages.

Ellen was probably Sparky’s age. We’d both seen her before, usually on the arm of either or both halves of her “couple” and watched the vigor with which she fucked with her mouth and her ass. “Cock in my pussy only with permission,” was embroidered into a label hanging from her collar.

“Sounds fun,” I replied in the same tone I used for these moments. Sparky turned away with the same snap as unspoken reply, but the rage that sometimes followed didn’t accompany her as she walked with purpose to the stairs. I downed the last of the whiskey in my glass and sat it down on the napkin from whence it’d come, straightened my bowtie and mask, and followed the women toward a more private location.

When I turned from closing and locking the door (there was a bit of privacy needed in some situations, and this was one of them), Ellen was on all her knees and pulling the tight shorts down my love’s legs. Clearly these two had played a bit before coming to get me since wetness painted her inner thighs as the bottoms were dragged off. Before I could take a step, Ellen’s face was buried in pussy.

An urgent demand was tersely issued: “Come here!” I went over, grabbing that flaming head of amber-brown fire with blonde highlights and kissed hard. Covering her mouth, I danced with her tongue, and my cock quickly reacted in tandem. I bent down to lick and bite nipples, and then to get closer to the sloshy work of Ellen’s tongue. A slight shudder told me that I needed to kneel down and keep her propped up. As I did, I slide my face between Sparky’s wee ass cheeks and used my tongue to spread them wider and lick the tight pucker just three inches from Ellen’s hard-working mouth. The firecracker leaned back onto my shoulders and shifted her breathing. She was close.

“Right… there… there… Oh… oh… oh… FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!”

A half-second later, Ellen’s drenched face and mischievous smile was shoved back onto her upward bent ankles because someone couldn’t handle any more stimulation right that second. Taking two quick steps back, Sparky leaned heavily against the bed and glared at us both on the floor. Cutting her eyes between us, she declared, “your tongue and her lips were too much.” The flush was just beginning to fade.

Ellen undid her mask, taking a moment to unknot the tangle of hair around the ties. “Damn, it was all I could do to not scream in pain from how hard you were grabbing my hair.” Her smile and up-cut eyes, combined with the sheen of come all over her face quickly took the air out of a blurted apology. “But you do taste good.”

I walked over and pulled Ellen up off her knees, and proceeded to lick Sparky off her face, chin and throat... lingering over her lips and tongue.

“You’re so right. She does taste amazing,” I confirmed.

“Both of you shut up, get your clothes off and get in bed. We’ve not even started.”

Desire and lust stripped all lightness in her voice. Sex hung like static electricity in the room, and neither Ellen nor I would deny the spark her demands. “Sounds great!” I said with a smile — no need to mask my excitement now.

“Finally,” she said as her lips took my cock in her mouth. I laid my mask to a side, and melted back into the covers. The shadow of Ellen’s hips grew larger on my face, and Sparky looked up with a smile in her eyes.

I loved how that strappy top covered her body. I’m so lucky.

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