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Her Side

By: Icecubez



I hate days that start with an argument and today had been one of those days. 

Mike and I have been together for more years then I care to admit to and have lived together for the past four. When we first moved in together we made love every morning, evening before tea and then at bedtime. Then it was two out of the three. Then just at bedtime. Now, I'm a play station widow who gets two minutes at weekends if I'm lucky.

So, we did what most couples do in this situation. We argued about it. The argument didn't start that way but that's how it ended. You see Mike lost his mobile. On his mobile are some pictures of me. Some for public consumption and some not. It was the ones that weren't for the public I was concerned about.

It's one thing letting your partner take photos of you naked for his enjoyment when your not there. But, quite another for them to appear on the Internet or worse still passed around down the local pub. 

Mike had promised faithfully that they were safe and he wouldn't share them. I trusted him. He then went out on a lad's night out and lost his phone. So this morning while nursing the hangover from hell he had told me that the phone was missing. 

He couldn't understand why I didn't take his hangover into consideration when I told him what I thought. The argument went from there. Into the "You take me for granted." territory and then onto the "you don't love me as much as you used to." Conversation stopper. Then onto the show stopping "You never want to make love to me anymore."

It was at this point I stormed out of the house in tears and drove off like a maniac. At lunchtime I got a voicemail 

"Don't worry about the phone. I've blocked it. I'm going into town later to get a temporary replacement while the insurance sort mine out. I'll text you with the number when I have it."

No "Love you." Or "I'm sorry." Just that he was getting a replacement until his new one came through. I didn't call him back. I'd just tell him what I thought of him when I got home tonight.

I went to lunch with my friends Donna and Mandy. They both agreed all men are pigs but defended my pig. They pointed out that he was quite a good one and that there were worse out there.  When I told them about the pictures they laughed and asked if his phone was pin protected. I told them I didn't know but as I thought about it during the afternoon I realised it was. I had tried to sneek a look in it the other day and got nowhere. I felt better. Maybe, I wouldn't make his life hell after all. Just mildly uncomfortable.

As I drove home that evening I realised I had not heard from Mike. Sitting in the evening traffic jam I was feeling nostalgic. I was remembering the good old days. I was remembering his touch, his eyes, his mouth, his tongue. What my man could do with his tongue is enough to make a grown woman scream for mercy.

I was feeling aroused just by the memory. My thoughts carrying me off to another more private place. Then all of a sudden I was brought back into the traffic jam by my phone beeping.

"Hi beautiful"

Speak of the devil. I smiled. If he was saying this then this must mean that this morning was forgotten and he was trying to make it up to me. I thought for a moment before typing in my reply.

"Well, hello stranger. Nice to see you finally decided to talk to me."

A middle of the road reply. Not conceding anything but not rejecting his overture either. He had a bit of work to do before I was prepared to forgive.

I waited to see if he would reply. Then my phone beeped.

"Why? Did you think that I wouldn't?"

The cheek of it!! He was trying to play me at my own game. He was supposed to be creeping back into my good books. I'll show him.

"I wasn't sure." 

I shot back. Daring him to take the bait. When his reply did come in it knocked me for six. I wasn't expecting it at all.

"So, are you wearing a skirt or trousers?"

What on earth was going on!! It made no sense. Where had that come from? Did he not see me this morning? I know he was hung over but please. What was he playing at? He knew I was wearing a skirt. It's his favourite one because I look so hot in it (or so he says). It has never failed to get him going. Until this morning that is.

"Why? Can't you remember?" I teased

"Indulge me." Came back the reply

"You should be so lucky!" I thought. Then I began to wonder. When we first got together and didn't live in the same house we used to have late night text chats that got very steamy. Maybe I wasn't the only one feeling nostalgic. So I relented.

"A skirt."

I waited for his reply. Expecting something cheeky. Something about me just being in a skirt and nothing else and this causing traffic issues. So when I did open his reply I was confused.

"Turn left down Rose Street"

Not what I was expecting. Why did he want me to go down there? The park was down there but not much else. So I replied.

"Why?"

"Trust me!" came back in reply

Now I was getting suspicious. What was going on? I was approaching the turning running out of time and still none the wiser.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Mike can be a man of many words when he wants to be and the lack of detail and his full answer was a perfect example. There was only one way I was getting to the bottom of this. So I turned left.

"Ok, I'm heading down Rose Street. What now. This had better be good."

I texted. Maybe he had a surprise lined up for me. He could be quite romantic when he tried.

"Turn into Saunders car park. Park at the far end facing the park."

Ok, so a romantic walk? A picnic? My mid was a whirl of confusion trying to work it out. I parked up and killed the engine.

"Why?" I asked hoping for an explanation

"Do as I say. No more questions. Don't you trust me?"

The cheek. I was there wasn't I? I had gone into the car park as he asked. I had followed his instructions. Now, I deserved to know why.

However, in the spirit of reconciliation I bit my tongue and just replied.

"Of course I do. I'm here. Where are you?"

"I'm nearby. I can see you."

So now he was being enigmatic. Not good. He was up to something. I started to look around. I couldn't see him but that didn't mean anything. All of a sudden I felt nervous.

"I can't see you. Where are you?"

A reasonable request I thought. Whatever he had planned I wanted to be able to see it so that I could decide how to handle it.

"Nearby. I want you to get out of your car and walk around it and then get back in."

What!! Had he lost his marbles? Why on earth did he want me to do that? So I asked.

"Why?" 

"So, I can see all of you."

Well, I was in his favourite skirt. So I guess it did make sense. I removed my seat belt and opened the door. I walked around the car as he asked and got back in.

"Thank you. Now, I want you to unbutton your shirt."

Ok. It was one thing when we used to do it at night when I was in the privacy of my bedroom but in a car park? Then again there was no one around and what harm could it do? I looked around to make sure that we were alone. I couldn't see anyone, even Mike. He must have found a great hiding spot.  I unbuttoned my shirt.

"Now, I want you to get out of the car and walk round it and then get back in."

Had we not just done this? Why was he playing with me? Could he not just make his mind up? I started to re button my shirt.

"Leave it unbuttoned."

No way was I going out there with my shirt unbuttoned. What if someone came? So I told him.

"I'm not going outside like this."

"Yes, you are. Because I said so!"

So now he was trying to be masterful. When I finally get my hands on him I'll show him who the boss is. I opened the car door and then I thought struck me.

"I'm waiting." 

I stepped out of the car and held the shirt together with my hand and walked around it and got back in.

"Do it again. This time properly. Keep your hands by your sides."

Worth a try I guess. Ok then if that was how he wanted it. I began planning my revenge for this. What would I extract from him for doing this?

As I walked round the car the wind caught the shirt and revealed my bra. It was just a plain white one. Nothing fancy. I've noticed at work that the amount of lace on my bra has a bearing on the work that I get out of the men on my team. I don't know why? You can only see my bra under some of my shirts and I save them for month end. As we were mid month it was plain bra and highly productive workforce.

"Happy?" I asked

"Not yet. I want you to do it again. But this time loose the shirt totally."

I gasped. The cheeky so and so!! I'll show him. I slid my shirt off so as to tease him, wherever he was. No way was I going out there. Not like that. Then again I knew if he saw me in his favourite skirt and my bra he would have an immediate and very hard reaction. Still, I wasn't going to make it easy.

"Fat chance buster."

"So, why take it off then? You know that you're going to do it."

That man knew me to well. He had been the same the day he had taken the photos of me. Sure I was going to do it even though I kept saying no.

I looked around trying to see where he was. I knew he could see into the car so he must be near but where? I opened the car door. The wind caught me and caused my nipples to become erect. As I began to get out of the car I realised that I was feeling really aroused. I couldn't resist so I started walking around the car in the manner I had seen the models on Fashion Television walk. I knew that would finish him off. Watching the scantily dressed models walk like this was the only reason he watched that channel.

I got back in the car and gave him a minute.

"So, do you approve?"

"Definitely. Now, it's time for your bra."

Got him. I knew without even being able to see him I had hit the nail on the head. I just needed to push it a little further and he would run from his hiding place and he would be mine. And when I got hold of him I was going to tease him so much. I would take him to the point of cumming then let him go back from the brink at least a half dozen times before I gave him release. He was so going to regret this idea.

I took my time removing my bra. I covered my bare breasts with my hands. I stepped carefully out of the car and walked around it. When I got back there was a message waiting for me.

"You know what I'm going to say."

Well yes I do. But I was in charge now. This was my tease. My knickers were becoming uncomfortable. I didn't need to investigate. I was wet and ready for action. So just how much longer could my man hold out?

"Beg me and I might." His reply surprised me. It wasn't what I was expecting.

"You will do as I say."

He was getting better at this restraint bit. I was expecting my last text to be enough to tip him over the edge. But no. Ok then time to bring the big guns out. Mike is a breast man and so I knew he couldn't resist much longer. I got out of the car and walked around it as slowly as I dared.

Then when I got back into the car I had to know if I had struck gold.

"So do you want to get into my knickers?"

"Take them off and show me everything."

Ok. Almost there. He was still trying to resist me. He wasn't going to beat me though. I would get him out of his hiding place.

I slid forward in my seat. Reached behind me and unbuttoned my skirt. I slid it and my knickers off in one. While I was down there I couldn't resist plunging two fingers into my wet pussy. It was heaven. I needed that. I was beginning to wonder if I would survive. I decided that he could make me cum with his tongue first. Then I would tease him. Then I would climb on to his pole and not stop until I was exhausted.

I opened the car door. As I got out the cold air ran across my already super sensitive pussy and I almost came on the spot. As I walked around the car I saw a glint in the bushes. Got him. I was so happy to have finally worked out where he was. I didn't let on though. It was only when I got back into the car I realised what it was. He had taken a photo of me naked walking around the car. I sat there waiting for the phone to beep.

When it hadn't for a couple of minutes I sat there wondering what was going on. I continued to let my fingers dip in and out of my pussy. As I came I decided what I was going to do. I got out of the car and started to walk toward where I had seen the glint. My body was crying out for his. I wanted him, I needed him, and I had to have him there and then. If anyone turned up then they would get a live sex show for free. I couldn't wait. I wouldn't wait.

I came parallel with the bush. I couldn't see him. I walked around the other side. Nothing. He wasn't there. He'd gone. He'd got me all turned on and ready and then deserted me. I had to hand it to him. He'd got me good.

What surprised me the most was the fact that this turn of events turned me on more. I didn't think it was possible but it was. I ran back to the car and pulled my skirt and shirt back on as quickly as my shaking hands would allow. I had to get home.

I threw my bra and soaking knickers in the back of the car and started the engine. I took my time reversing. I didn't want to crash. Then I drove home to confront my tormentor and to submit to him. 

Her Side



I'm sorry for disappointing you all with the last story. I'm hoping this attempt fulfills you better. My goal is to always keep you coming back. Without you, I have no one to share these ideas with. I have much love for all of you.

*****

It was as if someone had taken a page out of her life and placed it in a written form in front of her. She squirmed a little bit as she kept reading, the thoughts and emotions those words elicited making her body reverberate with memories of events passed. She kept thinking about and relieving that day, with excitement, sadness, and finally anger. She could feel his hands on her; she could taste his kiss, and smell him as if he were lying beside her. It was a good day in a time when things didn't have to be complicated. 

Of course she had made them simple on her own. She had just accepted a position in a place far from home. The guy she had been dating had turned out to be a dud, but at least he could fill her time here and there. Which was ok because with work being so crazy, she didn't need a lot of time filled. There was only her, and her fish to take care of. The world felt simple, and right.

Then came this other guy out of nowhere. He was smart, funny, and driven. He wanted to do things that were noble and daring, saving the world with charity film projects and such. It would take him a lot longer to get there, but she had to admire his zeal. He had this look in his eyes every time he saw her burned with light and fire. It was as if he had seen her for the first time every time, it kind of made her knees weak at moments. There was just something about him that made her hungry for more carnal appetites.

The problem was he was a nice guy. He never took control of what he wanted. By that she meant he waited to kiss her until he knew she was absolutely ready. He never pushed the boundaries she set up, even if she wanted him to. Once she said something was off limits he respected that to a fault. It was nice to be respected, but that didn't mean she didn't want him to lead. She wanted him to take chances with her. Kiss her on a whim; grab her hand without being beckoned. Even slab her butt when no one was looking. 

The problem was she knew he loved her. How could she forget the day it happened? He looked at her, gave a long speech and ended it with those fateful words. They echoed in her mind as if screamed into an empty cave. She dropped her head to think this over. Did she love him? Was it possible to love him? Or was she in love with him? Could it be this was a passing phase due to the flattery in that for the first time in her life someone had uttered those words first?

She didn't really know, but she knew she had to react somehow. It would be crazy to get involved with a man with whom she would be leaving in a short period of time. Even with all these questions floating around she uttered those words she would later regret.

In those words though, she found something amazing. He turned something inside of her, and they really did mesh well together. His wit made her stop and laugh and she laughed a lot. He was an exceptional cook, and quite brilliant at mixing drinks. He talents were there, and really not defined.

He demonstrated a love that was just spoken of, it was something tangible. She could feel it radiate out of him. Every time he saw her, he was always carrying a single red rose, to say how he felt. Her feet were rubbed, and her body massaged after every shift. In fact she came home one night to an in home spa and body treatment. Not just sex, no this was pampering to the fullest. It scared her because there were times they were sharing thoughts at times, almost like he was living in her mind. Through it all his respect of her boundaries was impeccable. Which made what happened truly remarkable...

One year Four months earlier

He had just left. Literally handed her a quad folded piece of paper, kissed her a few times, and just left. There was a mix of confusion, anger, and disbelief in what she was feeling. They only saw each other a few days a month and he had just left her. She had half a mind to set the paper down and sulk for a little bit, but there was something important about this paper to him. With a curious mind, and a slight irritation she opened the note.

The first sentence was to be expected. He always opened his letters to her with the same two words, a nickname he had given her, My Queen. She smiled at his predictability. It was so like him, so comfortable, and yet kind of bland. With that thought she plowed ahead with a sort of bored apprehension. The usual flowery text followed, romance is nice but he somehow always seemed to give it overkill. 

It was the next phrase that brought in her attention like a fish just noticing a worm suspended in mid water. You have exactly one hour... a challenge was being laid before her. Amusement escaped her in the form of a smile. Maybe he wasn't as predictable as she thought as her eyes continued to scan the letter. When she was done, excitement actually filled her; she read it again just to make sure she had read it correctly. This was so out of character for him, so totally unexpected. Her body hummed with anticipation. This could actually be ...fun.

She read it a third time, just for absolute clearness.

My Queen,

Words cannot describe how much love for you is in my heart. I wish to fulfill you as you have done for me. With that in mind I lay before a challenge. You have exactly one hour from the time I have left the apartment to prepare yourself. One minute to long and this offer will not happen. You will bathe yourself, using the shampoo that I find intoxicating. You will not shave yourself any more than you already have. You will then proceed to dress in one of my plain white t shirts, and the undergarment you will find in a bag in the bedroom. You will also bring your sleep mask into the bedroom and cover your eyes. I will find you lying on the bed with your head at the foot of the bed, or this offer will not be fulfilled. You actually have 58 minutes now. 

Love Always,

Redbeard

She looked at the clock, it was more like 55 minutes, and she couldn't believe she was going to go through with this. The Flash could not have moved faster than she did from the couch to the small bathroom, where she quickly got the shower going. She darted into her room to grab her sleep mask, and the small plastic bag that had been set out for her. In no time she was throwing off her clothes, and stepping into the shower. 

Soon the stinging sensation of the water was consuming her senses. All she could think of was the unknown possibilities. What was he going to do to her? How would it happen? Could he actually do it? Her trembling hand reached for the fruity shampoo he referred to. Soon the fragrance of strawberries and mangos were filling the small shower. While it soaked on her head, she lathered her legs, and cleansed the rest of herself. In a flash she had the shaving lotion on her legs, and underarm. She remembered the no shaving rule, but she knew he meant her womanly area, and there was no way she was going through with this feeling like a cactus. 

Her hair needed rinsed and a quick wash off the body from the residue. As soon as her fingers touched her lower regions, a spark went off. Her fingers probed herself a little more thoroughly only to discover she was drenched. Not from the shower, but from herself. Soon she was running her fingers through her hair, and feeling her outer lips. They were puffy with excitement, and glossy from the evidence of that excitement. Her finger found her little button, and a shockwave ripped through her. It wouldn't be long before he would be there to take care of her, but she couldn't help herself. Just the thought of knowing this was going down had made her feel like putty.

She rubbed her little button, and with each pass the ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. She lifted a leg and placed her foot on the side of the tub, steading herself by grabbing the bar of the shower curtain. She relished in the feeling of her own pleasure, the hot droplets of water only adding to it. She was suddenly whisked away to a tropical paradise and the rain hitting her while her lover watched her play by a tropical pool. The ripples kept coming, slowly building the riptide of emotion in her. She begged for him to be there now so she could feel his hands on her, his tongue probing the area she was now touching. How much better it would be if she could feel sand on her feet, and the way it would give to his weight falling between her legs. How she longed for his worship of her body to begin. Her own actions had gotten her to that moment. And soon she was falling of the cliffs of pleasure and riding waves of euphoria.

As soon as the tidal wave ceased she got her breathing under control. She had a task and very little time to do it. Quickly she hopped out of the tub, and grabbed the nearest towel. Drying herself in a hurry, she brushed out her hair. It was damp, but she knew that at its length and fullness there was almost no way she would get it completely dry. She stood there naked for second looking at herself. She studied her oversized breasts and her slightly protruding tummy. What could he see in her? She turned sideways and looked at her butt. In some ways she disgusted herself, and maybe that was the charm of Redbeard. No matter what she said, he always was reminding her how magnificent she was to him. She never believed him, but it was always nice to hear. 

"No time to dwell on this" she said aloud to herself. "Let's see what the dread pirate has picked out for me." 

The contents of the bag were scarce to say the least. It contained one plain white t-shirt, and one pair of black bikini bottoms that had drawstring sides. She looked at the ensemble and shook her head. Whatever it was he had planned, it was going to be interesting. She began pulling the shirt over her still damp hair, and had been walking into the bedroom with panties in hand. 

"Plenty time" she smirked to herself. She was in the hall when she heard a familiar sound.

Apparently she was not a good time keeper, for before she had even gotten the shirt totally on, she heard the front door open. She had locked it so there was no doubt who it would be. She made a mad dash into the bedroom. A playful panic filled her as she heard him moving around in the kitchen.

"It has not been an hour." She yelled back out the door hoping to stall him a little bit. She was wrestling with the shirt that had gotten hung up in the back on her hair. Her still damp chest was not helping things either. He said something that was lost to her in her hurried attempt to get ready. Finally the shirt slid down, and she could concentrate on getting the panties on. With both sides finally tied, she quickly pulled the sleep mask on, pulled her hair out of the front of it, and landed on the bed, the springs protesting the non-lady like landing she had just performed. She laid there, apprehensive of this much of her body being visible. She had never been in this position before, and she was nervous and oh so excited.

His approach was more felt than heard. Her lips quivered as she wondered what he saw right now. She hoped he still thought she was beautiful. It seemed strange to her how a little over an hour ago she was admonishing him for kissing her, and now she couldn't wait to have his lips anywhere on her body.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked. His voice had changed to her. It was no longer the soft voice she had gotten used to from him. Somehow now he sounded manlier, in control.

"Yes" she said, her voice faltering. Immediately cursing herself for not being able to control it more consistently. She felt like a school girl being admonished. 

"I'm sorry did you say something? I thought I heard something but perhaps it was just the breeze floating by my ear."

"YES" she cried out. The volume of her own words struck her ears as maybe a bit loud. They actually echoed in the small, unfilled room. She couldn't help it; there was so much building inside of her at that moment.

"Hmmm that's strange, you just said yes, and I have forgotten why. Care to remind me?" his tone was brash, arrogant. She liked this kind of flavor on him. So dominant, and in control. If he just found this side of himself more often, his dreams could happen. She stored that thought away for later.

"Yes I am comfortable." A small smile escaped her as she was proud she had found her voice, and was able to regulate the volume of it.

"Good. I want you as comfortable as possible, for the moment that is. Do you know who is in charge here?" he asked. She heard him walk somewhere to her left. Everything was the opposite for her head was at the foot of the bed. She could hear him doing something, maybe dragging some sort of heavy furniture over by her. 

"You are." She said a little softer than before. She was starting to figure out her role in all of this, and so the game was beginning for her.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that. You know if you don't play by the rules, consequences have to be given out. We don't want that now do we?" she shifted her hips in excitement. She was already getting damp again. 

"No" came her reply a little stronger than before. She heard a groan utter from him and he must have realized her nipples were now responding to her mood. She began to wonder what he saw. Whatever it was he clearly enjoyed the view, and so she was pleased to hear his primal wanting.

"Good, so now then, who's in charge here?"

"You are."

"Are you sure you're comfortable? You keep squirming. That's not something we can have. Give me your hand." It was not a request. She hesitated for a second. This was the moment where she needed to decide if she actually trusted him. She had read several reports and stories about spouses not knowing each other, and what those horrible results could amount to. This would be a no way out situation. Once she relinquished control of her hands, she was his for whatever he wanted. Did she trust him enough to allow this to happen? With a slow movement she raised her arm.

Soon he had secured it in place with a soft, scrunchy feeling rope of some kind. 

"Now the other." His demeanor had not changed. The way in which she had been tied gave her freedom to move her arms, a clear advantage over handcuffs. She couldn't really lower her arms, but she could turn over and even flip totally around if needed to. There was almost a burning feeling of his eyes glued to her. She felt him lean a closer, and soon felt the hot sting of his mouth close on her thigh. The gasp that escaped was not a voluntary one, but it was oh so delicious.

"My dear, I don't recall giving you permission to moan that way." She felt his hand on her hip pushing on her slightly. She knew what he wanted as she was all too eager to let him. Her hip lifted off the bed, and rolled to her right exposing her left glute. Just as quickly that glute had been swatted. She yelped at the pleasureful pain that was the result of the contact. Yes she really did like this side of him. Her lip found its way in between her teeth as she gently bit it in pleasure. Well, that and she knew it would drive him wild as well.

"As you should apologize. Now I must take a minute to freshen up. I shall deal with you momentarily." She felt his body move away from the bed. Unexpectantly she felt the warmth of his hand on her thigh. Her body welcomed the touch by opening her legs a little, silently begging for further contact. He obliged her by running his hand into the inside of her thigh, creating sparks of desire within her. Soon his hand adjusted so that it would run along the top of her hip, across the exposed part of the stomach. The feel of the flesh on flesh there cause her to open her mouth. She quickly sucked in her breath and felt the disappointment of his hand leaving her flesh as he carried it on top of her shirt. She cursed the fabric being there, for she needed to feel his hands on her bare breast. However, he was content with just running his hand along her on top of the shirt, in between her rising and falling globes. The trail then continued as her ear was then touched. The voyage ended with a final grasp of the back of her head. Without warning a deep hard tug on her hair occurred, which elicited a wanton cry from deep within her. She was enjoying this way too much. Then the touch was gone way too quickly.

He was gone for what seemed like a lifetime. She could hear the water running in the bathroom, the rustle of clothes, and him singing. He always sang, and sometimes not well. On this occasion it was a sweet melody, only intensified by her wanting of him. Her hips moved on their own as she begged for more. Her body just would not calm down. Oh how she wished he would just get back to her burning body.

When he returned she was almost to the point of insanity. She felt his presence before he ever announced himself. Her longing was building her fire, and it needed quenched. She praised him for his plan, but cursed his deliberateness.

"Are you still comfortable?" he asked. The volume of his voice told her he was not close by.

"Very much so." She stated. Earlier she wanted to play her part, now she wanted played with. 

"Who are you?" he asked. There were multiple answers she could have given here, so choosing the right one could be very difficult. Was she the wife? Was she the captive? Could it be he was looking for a slave? The possibilities were endless.

"What do you mean?" she asked trying to get a better idea of what he was looking for in an answer. She was answered with a quick swat on her rolled backside. While it was not the answer she was expecting she was content with the result. 

"The question is simple really. Who are you? Right now, in this moment who are you. And do not dare to answer my question with another question." She was turned on by his cockiness. Where was this guy hiding all this time?

"I'm your queen." She stated, softer than she would have liked, but kind of hoping for more contact.

"Ah I do not think any form of royalty would want to be in your situation right now. Lets' try this again. Who are you?" 

"Ah..." she stammered. "your prisoner?" it came out as a question. She hadn't meant for it to, but she was lost as to what it was he was looking for.

"No, not really. Although that was much closer. Would you like me to tell you who you are?"

"Yes." She hissed eager to move the game forward.

"And what is the magic word when asking politely for things?" he put one knee on the mattress by her hip. She got the hint as she slowly rolled her hip so her butt was facing him.

"Please." She whimpered. She relished in his new found power over her. She was enjoying this far more than she thought she would.

"Please, what?" he demanded.

"Please tell me who I am to you" it came out not so much as a whisper but more of a plead.

"Very well" he began to rub her left glut. He even slid his finger under the leg band of her bikini bottoms to feel the bare flesh underneath. How she had longed for such contact. "You are my plaything. You will do as commanded, and if you don't you will have to pay for your insubordinance. Is that understood?"

"Yes" came the reply, loud and clear.

"A question is answered only with words. Is that clear?"

She couldn't find her voice while enjoying the touching, so she nodded her head. Quickly his hand left her skin, was swatted her hard and quick in the area that had just been touched. The pain was rewarding. "A question is answered only with words. Is that clear?"

"Yes" was all that she could muster. 

"So, who are you?" he demanded again.

"Your plaything" the very words made her feel in a way she had never felt before. She had always kind of seen herself as proper and classy. Saying those words made her fell, well, slutty. It was a delightful new feeling.




Her Side



"And what are you going to do?"

"Anything asked of me." That sluttiness intensified, as did her juices. Someone could have done laps in her nether regions with how wet she was.

"Good, stick out your tongue." She did as requested. She knew what was coming, and it wasn't her favorite. He loved sucking on her tongue, and while it could be enjoyable at times, he had a tendency to do it too hard. She knew at this time he would be too rough, but she was his play thing, so she would comply. 

The kiss started off great, but as predicted, he sucked a little too hard, and hurt her. It wasn't a bad pain, just uncomfortable. Her hormones remained charged up despite of it. He was taking charge, and she would not interfere. Soon they were kissing in a more comfortable fashion, well comfortable for her. He was sitting next to her head, so he was leaning over in a weird angle. It could not have been comfortable for him to be like that. However, he had not been sucking on her tongue, and in truth she loved the way he kissed her. They had a good chemistry in that regard. 

Soon he broke the kiss and moved his lips to her cheek. He kissed her a few times all the while sliding his mouth back towards her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, and the whispered to her.

"You are going to pleasure me until I cannot be pleasured further. Is that understood?" just those words drew out her desire even further that she could not keep a groan from escaping her.

"Yes" she whispered. He bit her earlobe again; the slid down to her cheek once more. 

After a few kisses there he slid his attention to her neck, his beard leaving a tickle behind. He knew how to hit her spots and she was on heaven. He drew out moan after moan from her as he worked on her like Dracula would a virgin girl. In the back of her mind she was hoping he wouldn't leave a hickey, but in that moment she didn't care. Waves of pleasure kept crashing against her. 

Suddenly he pulled away from her. She whimpered her protest wanting nothing more than his physical onslaught to continue. Her body ached with need. Suddenly she felt like a drug addict without their fix. She wanted more and he was denying her.

Without warning his hand found her bum again. The loud smack echoed in the room, as did the vibration in her body. It was unexpected, making it even more fun. She needed more.

"What's your job?" he asked. His voice was loud and full.

"You know what I do." She teased hoping for another swat. She would not be disappointed. He cracked her again, and she yelped in pleasure.

"What's your job?" he asked again more demanding.

"To please you." It came out very flirty, and full of lust. 

"And just what do you think would please me?" he asked. She felt him move a little on the bed readjusting his weight like he was reaching for something just too far away.

"Having my body at your disposal." She felt so naughty saying it. This new role could be good for her too. It must have had an effect on him too for before she knew it his mouth was on hers. Their tongues dancing the dance of desire, her moans covered by his grunts. His hand found her shirt covered nipple. She felt clouds hit her face as he gentle fondled the hardening bud. She kept trying to press her tit harder against him, but he was content just touching her in the same spot. He broke their kiss, and got off the bed.

"It would please me to see you without your shirt." A chorus broke out in her head. She was finally going to get some flesh on flesh contact. The anticipation of this moment was almost too much to stand.

"The problem is you are tied. So how do you propose we rid you of this garment?" She gulped. It wasn't a voluntary move. A cement mixer of emotions began tumbling around in her belly. The sexual excitement had calmed down a little bit as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in. She prayed she had not misplaced her trust. Seconds later she felt cold steel against her cheek. The soft grinding of metal on metal echoed in her ear. She knew where those scissors were going; she just hoped he was safe with them.

The coldness of the metal touched her arm, and she jumped a little bit. She bit her lip again this time in nervousness. It would not take long and those sharp blades would be by her neck. She felt the tension of the shirt give a little bit in her arm as he made the first incision. Soon the steel was sliding up her arm, the shirt giving a little bit more each time. Then she felt the tip graze her neck, and it was soon elevated. The collar of the shirt touched her again in two places.

The self-conscious side of her hoped she did not look like a whale, while the excited nymph in her wished he enjoyed the view. He began working on the second sleeve, and her nerves did not return. Only thing she felt was the anxiousness of being rid of the pesky garment.

Once again the collar was cut. Now she was excited to feel the steel on her belly, knowing that had to be his next starting location to rid her of this pesky garment. She bit her lip again and waited. He was very deliberate in making her wait for it too. He kissed her belly just below her navel, and whispered something inaudible. The scissors began their ascent toward her, this time splitting the garment in two. She felt her mid-riff become exposed. Then her belly, followed by the portion of her just under her breasts. Then they spilled out for his eyes to behold. She heard him gasp at the sight of her pale skin and pink buds. Soon the shirt had been cut away, and lay pooled around her back.

Hunger must if consumed him, for without waiting for the shirt to have landed he was on her. One nipple found its way into his hot wanton mouth; the other was being roughly tweaked. The explosion of heat and flesh on her made her writhe in need. She gasped at the initial contact and welcomed his brutal lust. He was rougher with her than normal, and she was fine with it. He moved from one to the other, sucking and biting, feasting on her. She was his to do as he pleased. He kissed her once full of hunger and desire then returned to her girls. She relished being devoured the way she was. His hardness hit her leg, and a hiss of pleasure escaped from her. That must have brought him back a little for in a flash he was off of her.

"Who are you?" he asked, in control again.

"Your wife." She mocked. He smacked hit butt again. Her face made a playful grimace at the stinging touch.

"Who are you?" his voice lowered for effect.

"Your plaything." The sluttiness returned inside of her.

"And what do you do?" he asked

"Please you." She shifted her hips a little bit to add to her playful statement.

"It would please me for you to suck my cock." She had never heard him talk this way. For a moment she wondered if it really was him playing this with her. "Would you like to taste my cock?"

"Yes...very much so." In truth it was one of her favorite things to do. It didn't hurt anything that he ate a lot of fruit so he wasn't really salty. More sweet, and his cock was the right size for sucking. Good girth but not so much you'd choke on it. And his length wouldn't give you trouble yet filled you nicely.

His response was not the expected one as he shifted her hips yet again and swatted her good. Her butt had become a little raw, but it was still enjoyable.

"You didn't ask nicely." He chided her

"Please" she pleaded.

"Please what?" he mocked

"Please put your cock in my mouth." She felt even naughtier using the word. She was salivating at the thought of his muscle being in her mouth. 

"Well..." he playfully deliberated. "...Since you asked politely." 

She felt him leave the bed, and then the mattress next to her head gave as he added his weight beside her. The hotness of his member suddenly bumped into her neck. She attempted to adjust herself so that she could capture it in her mouth, but he moved it away. Then he bopped her in her nose with it. Again she adjusted so she could catch it in her mouth. Then it moved across her upper lip. She wanted it and would not stop until it found her mouth.

He shifted his aim and suddenly her mouth was full of him. She hungrily bobbed on his shaft, and he gripped her head. Her tongue rolled around his head while she tried to keep a good pace, and friction. It was difficult without the use of her hands but she accomplished the task. She sucked him deep into her mouth, taking him even down her throat. Desperation filled her as all she wanted was to taste his seed explode in her mouth. 

And then he was gone. He pulled out of her mouth. She began trying to find him just in case he was just readjusting himself. But alas he had pulled out of her range. She almost felt angered by this betrayal.

"Where have you had cum on your body?" he asked her suddenly. The question took her by surprise. Knowing how jealous he could be, it was like he was admitting other guys had been here before. She was totally caught off guard by this interrogation.

"What?" she asked. He pushed her hips over and swatted her again.

"Where have you had cum on your body?" he repeated.

"Many places." She stammered, and paused as her revelation was about to come forth. "But there is one place I never have been cum on."

"And where is that?" amusement and curiosity dripping from his voice.

"My breast." She wished she could have seen him to gauge his reaction. In truth there were two places she had never had cum, but she dared not tell him of the other. They were in no place to be raising children.

"Would you like to watch me cum on your breast?"

"Yes." Again he swatted her backside. Again she yelped at the pain.

"Ask nicely." He demanded

"Can I watch you cum on my breast?" she wanted to sound as a beggar. She really was enjoying this little game of how slutty she could be. "Please? I'll do anything."

The blindfold came off her eyes, and it took a second to adjust to the dim light of the bedroom. In a glance she saw his cock pointed straight at her, and she lunged for it. Her mouth, once again, wrapping around him like a zombie on fresh meat. She got a few bobs in before he withdrew again. He pushed her gently back, and looked her in the eye.

"You only get to watch." She felt a little regret, but got to enjoy watching something she had never seen before, him pleasuring himself. He started slowly and she was intrigued by the fact that he didn't go in a back and forth motion. Rather he moved his hand side to side. The student/scientist in her made a note to ask him why, but the woman/pleaser in her just enjoyed the show.

Not that there was much of a show to watch. He must have been as worked up as she was for within a few minutes he was on the brink. When he came he always whispered her name three times, it was a habit she didn't really care for, but in this moment she barely even noticed. Soon his head went back and her eyes were glued to his friend. Soon white hot jets of cum were shooting all over her well-proportioned chest. She desperately wanted to taste it. A bang of disappointment filled her as she realized they were too far away from her hungry mouth. He panted for a few minutes then pulled the shirt out from under her and cleaned her off.

"I do think it's your turn what do you think?"

"Yes." She said, and yet again a swat came down on her.

"Please, please me." She whimpered. Her body was ready for release. She begged for the torture to end in a blissful explosion. 

He climbed to her face and kissed her lips. There was no rush this time, just a soft leisurely kiss that lasted for some time. He then moved his lips to her cheek, trailed down to her jaw, and nibbled on her chin. The soft kisses continued to her neck, then to the tops of her breast. He kissed the shifting roll of her flesh. He made sure to take time to gently suck on each nipple. He then moved down her belly stopping to give her belly button attention. She pushed her hips against him urging him to go where she needed him to go. He was content taking his time, making her silently beg.

Something happened that made her joyfully grunt. The knot on her left hip came free, and his lips had found their way there. The next knot was free and so was she of the garment. He teased her still by being deliberate and slowly working his way down on her. He nibbled at her hair line, then around it. She knew he was getting her aroma now for she was a river of lust. He nipped her thigh, and then the other one. She knew he was leaving a hickey on her thigh, but no one would see it.

"It would please me to taste you."

"Yes." She almost yelled, only to be met with a swat.

"How do you ask?"

"Please...please taste me. Please take me. Please!!"

Then it was time. She felt the sucking sensation on her outer lips. Her back arched as she welcomed the pleasure she had been dying for. His tongue traced the outside and then hooked the inside working his way all along her womanhood. Finally a lick of the button sent shock waved ripping through her. First one, then another, finally he began to lightly suck on her organ. Her first orgasm hit within moments of him starting on her. Her toes curled as pleasure and passion washed away at her. She wrapped her legs around his head urging him on, no longer caring about the subservient role she was to play, she needed fulfilled. Her body trembled as her devoured her. 

Then his fingers crept inside of her. It wasn't hard to get them in with her juices flowing the way they were. She felt him hook his fingers behind her hipbone looking for the all elusive spongy spot. Soon she was hitting another crest, followed by another. The onslaught continued until in ragged breath she declared she could not take anymore.

He lifted his mouth from her and watched her chest rise and fall. Her breathing was heavy and came in pants. She could feel something brewing. She knew this rest time was purely temporary for he had not had her yet. She felt him stir. He began to reclimb her body, and she quivered. His cock bumped her leg. It seemed bigger than before. It hungered for her and its thickness spoke of this need. She knew this was going to be epic.

"It would please me to take you now. More so it would please me to hear you beg for it." There was an arrogance to him that made her almost regret this game. But she wanted as much as he did.

"Yes" she pleaded.

"Yes what?" he scowled

"Yes take me." She barely spoke. Part of it was excitement, the other part was fear.

"Oh no. Taking you makes it sound like we have an emotional history. No you're my plaything. I don't make love to play things." She gulped as the reality of what he was asking came down on her. She could swear like a sailor when need be, never had she in this context though. 

She felt the bed move as he shift position. Her lips trembled as she wrestled with the statement. His shaft bumped her dripping opening. It surprised her that he did not just glide right in. She wrapped her legs around him trying to pull him in without any more words spoken. But he was on top and had the advantage of using his arms.

"All you have to do is say it." he reminded her. She wanted him, needed him. It drove her mad he had her around his finger as it were. She gulped and took as deep breath. One of his fingers traced her button, which caused her head to go back. Her hips bucked as she tried to find his hard member, for that was what she craved. Instead a finger found its way into her. First barely invading her, and then slowly inching its way into her further depths. Of course that would probably have a lot to do with her thrusting her hips against his stationary finger.

"Please..." she started but lost her breath as he bumped her region again. The fire was defiantly still burning.

"Please what?" 

"Please..." she paused. Could she really say this horrible word? Was he actually going to make her say it? The build-up was too much. She wanted him, no she needed him. 

"Please... fuck me." Her lips quivered as the words came out. No sooner had she let them loose he was inside of her. She let out a fulfilled gasp as he plunged in and out of her like a Wildman. The hunger for her had obviously taken over. He ravaged her pussy thrusting deeper and deeper with every stroke, she cried out in passion as she bit him on his shoulder. His mouth dropped to nub and sucked on it. The two pronged attack was too much for her and she came in a throat scratching fury. Sweat covered them both as they writhed together she trying to match his strokes, him trying to focus on her pleasure as well. 

During the furious physical activity he slipped out of her. For a second she felt him lodged between her cheeks near her other opening. She tensed for a second, for they had never discussed this before. She had done it with one other guy, and wasn't really sure how she felt about it right now. She was his plaything, and so if he went for it she would maintain her role, they would just have a very serious talk later about it. He seemed confused by it all as well. Then she felt him make his move.

He grabbed her hips and flipped her on to her belly. Then directed her onto all fours, where he lined himself up. He slid effortlessly back into her vagina and furiously began pumping away at her. She rocked back to meet his thrust. She felt his hands find her long mane and yank it back. Her head came backwards and she yelped in pleasureful pain. He was driving everything out of her, and she was thankful. She knew he loved her, she felt safe. But she was tired, and wanted him to cum again.

"Cum on baby. Cum all over my ass." She had never said anything like that to him ever.

"You didn't say please." He replied and swatted her again. A few strokes later she was rewarded with hot cum hitting her back near the small. She was more than satisfied. A nap maybe required before rest of this day could continue.

Soon she felt the softness of the shirt on her back as he cleaned her, and then her hands came unbound. He lifted the mask and kissed her lightly.

"I love you my queen."

"I love you my ogre." Though she was sure hers was not as deep as his was. She knew he would follow her to the end of the earth if asked. She wasn't as sold on him. That was a different conversation.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" she asked.

"Umm...duh". There was that Californian intellect she had not missed. They got off the bed and proceeded to the bathroom.

Indeed that day was memorable to her. He was good to her, and she respected that. No she didn't love him the way he loved her, and that was unfortunate. He had many faults, including betraying her by writing of their exploits for the world to read. He wasn't rich, and it didn't look like his life was going anywhere. He was stuck in a dead in job, trying to make a go of something with absolutely no contacts. He was a sinking ship.

But he was a good dad. His kids were well behaved, maybe a little spoiled, but who doesn't want the best for their kids. He would never know how much she thought of him. He thought of her hourly, and while she didn't think back on him that much she did reflect on him often. Another fault of his was not seeing himself in the light he should have. He was a good man, but always never good enough. That could come back to her a little bit. She did dump him for someone else, so in a way she contributed to that.

That didn't mean she didn't miss him. There had been times she had entertained the idea of getting back with him. The question remained if she had done the right thing letting him go. It had been done at an emotionally challenging time for herself, and when it ended it wasn't the way she was hoping. He had written some hard things to hear. And she regretted not calling to check on him. Her emotions would not let her do that. She needed to give new guy a shot, and couldn't do that with Redbeard still talking to her. Looking back her feelings were probably stronger than she cared to admit, and maybe God willing, they would see each other again, if nothing else than to heal the scars. Maybe love could blossom, maybe. It wasn't likely, but God has a weird way of moving in one's life.




Her Side



But in the end you have to do what's right for you. Sadly, the new relationship didn't work out, but one day soon it would. She knew it would. She BELIEVED it would.



Her Side: A Night Out



*****For HHDresden as a response to his words*****

*****

I know he is going to be home soon and I must be ready, I never know what sensual sexual desire he will act on. I draw myself a nice warm bath and drop a few hints of grapefruit oil into the tub, part of my secret as to how I always smell of slight citrus tones. 

Dropping my white, silken robe to the floor I ease myself into the steam and allow my body to be engulfed with the water. Sighing, I let my silver hair cascade into the water, barely wetting the bottom while I tip my head back against the tubs cold porcelain edge and close my eyes. 

Warm, safe, sexy, brazen, and mischievous- all the feelings I have when I am with him. Innocent but intimate, filled with passion and desire and a hope of wanting there to be more, never wanting him to move on from me. I dream of his hands on my body, touching, kneading gentle warm trails from his fingers barely teasing my skin. Goosebumps cover my skin, warm in the bath but chills from thinking of his touch. 

Shivering myself out of the daydream, I tend to the preparation at hand softly shaving my legs and underarms, before opening myself to shave my woman-ness. After careful consideration, I drain the bath and wash my hair, feeling the suds fall down my back and across my bum. Slowly and sensually, I am beginning to put myself into a sexy mood, ready for the night ahead. 

Toweling my silvery hair dry, I begin to put lotion across my body starting with each toned leg working my way up my legs to my thighs and inner thighs. Breathing slightly as I go, not wanting to get too ahead of myself and be unable to wait for what he has in store, mentally tormenting myself for having to wait until he arrives at the door. 

Turning on the blow dryer, I flip my head over and gently blow out my hair, long and shiny when I am done; I quickly turn on the cold setting and allow it to brush my skin with cool air aiming the dryer everywhere. Shimmying into the black halter that he had left on the bed for me this morning, I let the silken fabric cascade over my body. The neckline dives deep onto my chest, revealing my full breasts ever so slightly; unable to wear a bra my nipples stand at attention peaked with want. I tug at my dresser and pull out his favorite black lace boy shorts, slithering them up my legs and covering my already wet mound. I stop slightly to brush my fingertips across my swollen clit, stopping quickly with a shiver knowing he would not want me to begin without him. 

Finally I finish the look with the strappy heels he has laid out, a slate grey with ribbon like straps, delicate but smoldering. Reaching for the diamond strand, daggling and tantalizing at my breasts, teasing my nipples when it brushes against them. As I finish getting ready I hear the garage door open with a hum, knowing he is finally home, I dab a spritz of my grapefruit perfume on my nape and right in between my breasts. I then sit patiently at the foot of the bed, waiting for his entrance into the room. 

Silently and masculine he walks into the room, looking worn from the day but ready to take me out. No words are spoken as I dip my head blushing, embarrassed at the thoughts racing through my mind in remembrance of the last time we were together. I cast my brown eyes at his frame, watching him change into his best jeans and a white button down, sliding over his body making me pulse with desire, his red blonde hair still mussed up from the day. 

Gathering me in his arms, he guides me to the car and opens the door. Ever the gentleman but I know what really lies behind his smoldering eyes, filled with lust, passion and love. Shutting the door with a tender push, he walks around to get in the driver's seat, my eyes following him intently as he goes, I sharply intake a breath anxious with anticipation. His hazel eyes meet mine, holding my gaze for a moment- almost challenging- and then he slowly and intentionally follows my body drinking in my image. Pointing at the glove box, I look at him quizzically and release the breath I was unaware I was holding and lean forward to open the small hatch. Inside is a simple single box, my delicate hands shaking with curiosity glancing at him for approval, his sharp nod lets me know to open the box. 

Lifting the lid, a small parcel lays within complete with a remote. Unsure I hold it, confused and bewildered as to what this little device could be. Taking it from my hands he pulls out a small cylinder, reaches to my knees and pushes up my silken dress. Deeply blushing, red through from my cheeks to my chest I glance away quickly and then met his stare. His fingers dance along my moisture, touching my slippery lips clearly aware of how ready I am for him, for tonight, for life. He slips the device inside my waiting entrance, gently pushing against my small tunnel. With a sigh, I roll my eyes back and enjoy the feeling of pleasure inside me. Removing his hand, he tucks my skirt back into place and tucks the remote into his jacket. 

The whole drive to the restaurant is filled with normal banter, no mention of the device or what is in store for the night. The intimacy of the evening hanging in the air, thick with meaning and desire. We talk and laugh, tease and play exchanging daily anecdotes of our lives. Timidly, I slip my hand into his and interlock fingers enjoying the simple intimacy that exists between us. Every moment special and pregnant with meaning. The ride goes quickly as the dusk fades to twilight, we pull into the parking lot of the restaurant and he once again takes the lead guiding me safely and confidently to our table.

Ordering my favorite Shiraz, is gingerly sip breathing in absorbing the fullness of the wine, the spice and warmth filling my body. I can feel his stare on me, watching, observing. Placing the remote on the table, boldly his stare turns his hazel eyes dark and he inches the nob up. With a shudder, my breasts are pushed forward exposing my desire. I met his eyes and blush unable to escape the timidness that consumes me. 

He slides over to me, dancing his fingers on my thigh. His hair still messed up, his eyes grazing the restaurant with wonder. I can feel my heart thumping loudly through my chest; feel my pulse all the way down to my toes in my pretty shoes. The way he keeps my soul on edge, keeps my body in tune with my mind, lets me dance throughout my thoughts and follows without question, he is my person. Making my order, I am completely unaware of what I said unable to concentrate on food, shifting slightly in my seat I hurriedly choose something not caring what I eat- except him. With a jolt, my eyes widen as he turns the knob higher feeling the vibrations in my ladyness, running through my legs and up my core, making me slightly tremble with need, I bite my lip to suppress a whimper knowing he is loving the flush I am producing. 

He can see how on edge I am, how the pink flush reaches me deep. Feeling my inner warmth under the table scraping my thighs, he motions to the waiter. Words are exchanged, I do not care or listen focused only on what I desire, what I need. Grabbing my hand with tenderness and intensity he pulls me from the table and out the door. My heels tap along the walkway, in the terrace garden, the tiny vibrator consuming me-sure he has turned it all the way up knowing it would drive me mad. He pulls me to the edge; shoving me against a rail he envelops my mouth finally kissing me with love, passion all I can see is red and grey, full of perfection moaning and purring against his tender lips I think I whisper some nothings. 

The nothings are shared, only he understands my mumblings knowing what I want without words. He turns my against the rail, delicately opening my legs and gripping my hips sliding my skirt up and over my bottom. He touches me in my intimate lady hood, feeling my love for him, feeling my desire and acceptance.

I hear him intake a sharp breath, which tingles on my ears in satisfaction. 

My hips dance between his hands, eager for his touch, his length. Grinding myself into the vibrations but wanting his throbs instead. He tenderly slides my lacey black panties to the ground, a small growl of agreement at my choice of garments. In a swift movement he take the vibrator out of my shiny pink bits, then slides it back in- purring with excitement my body reacts throwing my ass out against him, back arching, hair cascading down my shoulders- fully opening myself to him. Surrendering. 

Not looking back, unable to see what his plans are, I fully submit myself to his plan and pleasure. With a nudge and a slight jump, he works the vibrator into my ass, surprised but not shocked I ease back into it, relaxing to take it in. With slight pulses vibrations continue to reach my insides, making me overwhelmed with feeling. 

Carefully he slides a finger into my lips, as if there is no care in the world and we are not behind a restaurant in a garden, he takes his time lazy with his touch, sliding and playing with my folds. Finding my begging swollen clit he flicks, the shiver reaches from my head down my back and into my legs- meeting with the vibrations of the device in my ass. 

Tenderly he bends over my curved body, gripping my hand in a loving embrace, his breath hot on my goose bumped skin. He grits his teeth into my neck and slides my hair to the side, whispering for only me to know sweetness about wanting me, loving me, taking me. My heart thuds having never felt so wanted and sexy in my life, knowing I am his. No words escape my lips just contentment with his hands, his pulse, letting myself slide relaxed against him. With a gentle tug he pulls my nipple sending the pleasure through my body with a wave of movement. 

Big eyes meet his, asking without words, begging to please him. Show him the intimacy I feel in my soul, with a sharp nod he stands back. I slither down his body and unzip his worn but dark jeans, working my tiny delicate fingers into his pants sliding out his manhood. With a lick of my lips, I look up and see the dark lust in his eyes, searching his for approval he groans. I lick him tip to base, moving my hand around his shaft, reaching back to the tip with my tongue, I flick it against him tasting his precum with a grown I take him in deep. Sucking his throbbing cock into the back of my throat, making love with my mouth against his manliness. Hearing his breath quicken and become unsteady, I smile into him letting my lips work him over. With a quick pull he grabs my hair and let him take control of the movement, my only concern is for his pleasure. Continuing to suckle, I look up my eyes full of love, lust, innocence in bewilderment with the night. With tenderness he sees my gaze and pulls me to my feet. 

Effortlessly and wordlessly, he bends me over the rail and slams his cock into my warmth, wasting no breath or moment, my back arching to meet him, our parts fitting together in complete harmony. Exuding pure perfection, a moan slips from my lips with a gasp I suck it back in briefly remembering the setting around us. With a slight chuckle, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back into him. Reaching around my waist to hold me, knowing I need to support. He knows my tells better than I, hearing my readiness without hearing a thing. Sliding me around, keeping his grip on my small waist he fluently places my bottom, still buzzing with vibration, onto the rail. Needing closeness, I wrap my limbs around him, hooking my heels into each other with twisting in as close as humanly possible. I grind into him, fingers in hair, lips on necks, face, and lips. The urging of our bodies meeting each other, reaching their synchrony. 

With a low and quiet grunt his eyes shift from dark to light in an instant, my loud girl scream quickly deafened against his chest, he fills me with his love, emptying himself into me, giving me all he has to give. As my flower clenches over his cock, holding and sucking out everything, allowing release of passion. 

Heavily breathing, I dress him back into his clothes, straighten his tie and lay a tender peck on his lips. He bends over and slides my panties back into place, only stopping to remove the still trembling device from my ass. With a knowing grin, he places it back into my pinkness, as my legs shake in my strappy heels. With a giggle and a flush, he playful swats at my bottom knowing, just knowing me. 

With a hook of our arms, mine around his waist and his across my shoulders we waltz euphorically back into the restaurant, ravenous for food. Leaning into him, he whispers hoarsely, "just wait for the main course and dessert, sweet Poptart". With a swell in my heart, my eyes well with tears, but only for a moment pure happiness for what was to come.



Her Side of the Story



I never thought that my boyfriend would be one to fantasize about me having sex with other men – especially men who are better equipped than he is! It only took a few days to convince me that, yes, this is what he wanted – and I’m here to tell you about how he succeeded in his fantasy!

My boyfriend (let’s call him Jeff) had a fantasy about me having sex with other men for quite some time – years, I would say, according to his description of the scene. When he finally confessed his cuckolding fantasy to me, he admitted to fantasizing about me in a black leather miniskirt that covered me no more than halfway down my thighs, thigh-high black stockings, 6-inch black high heels and a leather bustier that showed my (admittedly gorgeous) breasts to full advantage.

Jeff is a bit of a reticent man when it comes to sex – he always has to have the door closed and the lights off, and he’s forever whispering romantic phrases in my ear. After several months of listening to his pathetic platitudes in the bed that we shared, my sexual overdrive began to kick in.

“Can’t we just fuck, for Christ’s sake?!” I demanded one night.

I have never seen a man so devastated by a single sentence before. It could never be “just fucking”; it always had to have some component of love-making beneath it.

I was fed up with his attitude and began to torment him. I began to tell him that I didn’t want to “make love” tonight and that he was just going to have to satisfy himself. I felt sorry for him, but at the same time I was not going to give up my desire to just be taken. I could not accept the fact that every night was going to be a perfect night of love-making to a man I would desire for the rest of my life – it wasn’t realistic. He came too soon, he didn’t come fast enough. He tried to be masterful (and failed, pathetically) or he was too submissive for my taste. He was always asking me if I was all right; he could never just plow ahead when I felt discomfort. Enough was enough.

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I just can’t do this anymore.” I said. “I’m tired of you taking your time and not satisfying my urges when I want them.”

“You can’t expect me to be a mind reader,” was his lame reply. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“No, I don’t.” I said defiantly. “I just have to take what I want.”

‘What do you want me to do, then, Mistress?” he said in a mocking tone of voice.

“Suck my pussy, bitch.” I replied calmly.

I gave him no chance to reply. I grabbed his head forcefully and shoved it between my thighs. He gasped and moaned, making feeble attempts to struggle away from my grip, but I grasped his hair with both my hands and held his head between my thighs until he began to lap at my clit.

“That’s it, Jeff, lick my clit like a good little boy,” I instructed.

Jeff’s tongue flickered in and out of his mouth as if he had been anticipating this moment for ages. My clit hardened and began throbbing with an intensity that became overwhelmingly urgent.

“That’s it lover, flick my clit with your tongue. Show me what a good little boy you are. Show me how you worship my body and my pussy.” I murmered.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied between breaths.

“You know that from now on you’re going to do exactly as I instruct you, don’t you?” I inquired.

“Yes, mistress,” he answered.

“Tell me your fantasy,” I whispered.

“I want to see you fuck another man,” he replied.

I was so shocked I released my grip on his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I want to see you fuck another man…” he moaned, “… a man who deserves your beautiful pussy.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was my boyfriend of four years, telling me that he wanted me to cheat on him! I had not even considered the possibility; I love Jeff very much and, given our wonderful relationship, could not have imagined being unfaithful to him.

I was determined to find out where this was going.

“What do you mean, Jeff?”

“You are such a beautiful woman… so strong and desirable… you deserve to have the best man that you can, Mistress.”

“And you don’t think that you’re worthy of my pussy?” It was more of a statement than a question. “No, Mistress.”

“Who is worthy of my pussy, then, Jeff?”

“A man who can satisfy you, Mistress.”

“You don’t think you satisfy me?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Why not, Jeff?”

“I think you deserve a bigger cock than mine, Mistress.”

I gasped, involuntarily, as both his words and his tongue tickled my fancy. Nothing that Jeff had ever done indicated any kind of knowledge about his inadequacy, and I was shocked by his statement. I hardly imagined that Jeff, out of any man, would want me to be fucking somebody with a bigger cock! I tried to imagine what a big cock would feel like in my pussy but Jeff and I had been together for so long it was hard to recall my ex-lovers with any kind of accuracy.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I demanded, reaching down to grab his prick in my hand. It was harder than I’d ever felt him inside me.

“A long time,” he admitted. “You’ve always been so good to me that I didn’t want to bring up the idea of any kind of unfaithfulness in our relationship, no matter how much it turned me on. I’ve always thought that my dick was kind of small and would get jealous when you would flirt with other men at parties, or when you’d go out dancing with your girlfriends. I must say that the thought of you grinding up against some guy with his hands on your ass turned me on quite a bit.”

“So basically, you’ve been jacking yourself silly whenever I’ve gone out with my friends, thinking about my potential infidelity. But how much have you thought about it actually happening, Jeff? How would you feel about your girlfriend coming home with no panties after some guy has had his way with her? Have you thought about the fact that I might let him do things to me that you haven’t done? That I might let him fuck me in the ass, or fuck me without a condom? That I might enjoy the pleasure that he gives me more than I give you? What if I want to keep fucking him? What if I like his hard cock more than yours?”

Groaning in ecstasy, he came, shooting his tiny wad of sperm into my hand and said, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Exasperated and tired, I leaned over him. “Fine… but you’re going to make it happen.”

II

I had expected this to be the end of it, but several days later Jeff came home with a bundle of presents for me, and a card. I asked him what they were for, and he said “They’re a gift to let you know how much I love you.”

I opened the boxes and discovered to my mixed surprise and dismay that Jeff had bought me a slut’s outfit. 6-inch black heels, black stockings and suspenders, lacy black panties with a vaguely floral design, a matching push-up bra and a slinky black minidress that ended up coming down just beyond my thighs when I tried it on in the bathroom.

“What exactly do you expect me to do with this? Go stand on the street corner?” I asked, outraged, flinging the clothes at him. Wordlessly, with an abashed look on his face, he handed me the card, addressed to me… but not in Jeff’s handwriting. Inside was a card that I knew belonged to a classy Italian restaurant, and when I turned it over, a date and time showed me that he’d had the nerve to go through with it. I was a little scared, and more than a little angry with Jeff.

“This is tomorrow.” I said coldly.

“Yes.”

“Fine, Jeff. I’ll meet this date you’ve arranged for me, and I hope that you get everything that you want out of it! You know what? If you’re going to be my little servant from now on, I don’t think I should call you Jeff anymore – at least not when we’re playing your game. You like calling me Mistress, and I like that. You want this so bad, you want to see me fuck a real man with a real cock, what should we call you?”

I saw the outline of his dick getting hard in his pants, and suppressed a giggle. I couldn’t believe he was actually enjoying this!

“I don’t know, Mistress,” he said.

I began to warm to my role, enjoying the rising lust and the power that I had over him. “No, I don’t think I-don’t-know is a good nickname for you, you asshole. Maybe you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, but that’s too obscure. I think we need something a little more brazen, don’t you?” 

His dick (dicklet, I amended) was straining at his shorts, producing a barely-noticeable bulge in his slacks.

“Shorty, maybe? How about Wimpy? Slave-boy? Incompetent? Impotent?” I smiled grimly, watching his cheeks grow redder by the second. “I’ve got it,” I announced triumphantly, “Dickless.”

A small dark stain worked its way across the crotch of his khaki’s. “You’re going to be useless tonight,” I observed, “so you sleep on the couch.”

“But Mistress –“

“No buts, dickless.”

Obediently, he began to get undressed as I picked up my outfit and walked upstairs. I couldn’t help but imagine who he’d selected to seduce me. In my mind’s eye I saw a tall man of dark complexion, ushering me to the dinner table… the perfect gentleman, in form and manner, refilling my wineglass when it was empty, charming me with his every word. It was so different from the reality that I existed in that I couldn’t help but touch myself after I climbed into bed, bringing myself to climax at the thought of a thick cock stretching the walls of my pussy.

I decided to deny Jeff the opportunity to masturbate while I was exercising after class the next day. He was a little apprehensive when he came home and found me preparing for my date in my bra and panties, but I didn’t give him the opportunity to voice his objections.

“You wanted this, so now you’re going to get it, dickless. And you’re going to enjoy it. I promise.” I said wickedly.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now get yourself out of those clothes and get on top of the bed. I’ve got a special surprise for you.”

Jeff did as he was told, and lay naked on the bed, awaiting justice. I told him to stay put and grabbed a roll of duct tape, first blindfolding him and then binding him firmly to the bedposts, ensuring that he couldn’t get loose. Just for good measure I bound his hands with string and tied a belt over his eyes.

“I wouldn’t want you to see me before my lover does.” I giggled.

“As you wish, Mistress.”

I sighed internally, giving up my last hope of ending this charade, and resigned myself to meeting this delicious phantom lover I had imagined.

“See you, dickless.” I said casually as I sauntered out of the door.

III

I was waiting at the bar in the restaurant for about twenty minutes when a rich voice behind me said “You must be Shawna.”

I turned to get my first look at my phantom lover. He was short – no taller than I was at 5’9” – and had close-cropped blonde hair. Ravishing blue eyes leaped out at me, but at first glance I assessed his body has the hard-muscled stud that I had envisioned. His grey suit hung loosely about his waist but strained at his shoulders.

“I am.” I said, trembling.

“Our table is waiting,” he said, and turned away.

I followed, unsure of what to say to him. I watched him carefully as he took his seat after seating me, making casual conversation. There was nothing threatening in Jason’s manner or demeanor, and I soon warmed to his charm. Occasionally I thought of Jeff, strapped to the bed at home, and grinned in spite of myself.

“What are you laughing at?” he finally asked me.

“How do you know Jeff?” I asked in reply.

“I work with him at the firm. We’ve worked on several projects together and on Mondays he always comes in with a big grin on his face telling us what a great weekend he had with you. He’s been kind of subdued for the last few months though, and when I asked Jeff what was going on he said he’s been having problems at home. I kept asking him what his problem was and finally he came out and told me that he was having problems with you. He said that you could enlighten me about it… so what’s going on?”

I seethed inside… trust the bastard to lay it on me! The punishment must fit the crime, I thought, and forged ahead.

“Work isn’t the only place where Jeff’s performance has been less than satisfactory.” I said bluntly.

“Have you thought about seeing a counselor?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Jeff doesn’t seem to think that what we’re going through requires any kind of counseling. I think that what we really need is a sex therapist. Jeff hasn’t been able to satisfy me as of late, and he seems to think that I want to turn to other men to satisfy me… and what he doesn’t know is that I agree.”

Jason arched an eyebrow and asked the waitress for the bill.

Smoothly and quickly, Jason procured a room at the hotel in which the restaurant was housed. I trembled as he put his hands on my hips in the elevator and drew me in for a deep, wet kiss. I knew this was coming, I thought, but why do I feel so shy and unprepared?

Suddenly I knew. I’d been with Jeff for the past four years, and no one else. Dickless was a huge disappointment to me, and Jeff, Jason and I – we all knew it! I accepted Jason’s tongue in my mouth, sought it, hungrily… all the while thinking of dickless, strapped in his bed at home, wanting to yank that stiff little pecker of his. My thoughts enveloped his, knowing, feeling what he desired me to feel – the satisfaction of knowing a real man.

Jason sat on the bed, a lovely queen-size mattress with a pillow-top, running his hands over my tight ass. I quivered as he slid his hands up underneath my minidress, feeling my ass contract under his touch, moaned as he slid to his knees and began to lap at the crotch of my panties. This is what I’ve been waiting for, I told myself, a masterful man.

He stood and instructed me to unzip him. I ran my hand up and down his hard cock, savoring the feel of his bulge, a mammoth in my hand. I thought of dickless… and unzipped Jason’s pants, feeling his cock slip out of his zipper reluctantly and slap my nose, my eye…

I grabbed his cock – with both hands – and stroked it lovingly up and down. I nibbled on his cockhead and then engulfed it with my lips, a mouthful… at last, a mouthful! I gorged on his cock, straining and satisfying my yearning to feel the fullness as I bobbed up and down on his gorgeous cock, yearning to satisfy myself, gorge myself, on this heavenly piece of meat.

He grabbed my head, forcing my mouth to encompass more of his swollen organ, and I thought of Dickless and his pathetic tool and orgasmed while fucking myself with my hand while I swallowed my lover’s cock.

“You like that, don’t you, Shawna?”

I tried to reply, but all that came out of my mouth was a muffled mmmmpph as he pistoned his cock in and out of my orifice. Yes, I wanted to cry, fuck me, fuck me… all I could think about was his wrist-thick cock sliding into my pussy. Still he fucked my face… I felt my lips getting numb… and he never softened, never came.

“Fuck this,” he declared, “I want your cunt.”

His cunt, I thought, I am Jason’s cunt. I got on all fours on the bed, reached back and stretched my pussy lips wide for his cock. I’ve never felt this slutty, I thought, as he pulled down my panties and forced his cock in me. I could not have imagined the pressure that built up and was instantly released by his thick cock, as I writhed against him in breathtaking ecstacy.

“I always knew you were a gorgeous woman, Shawna, but Jeff was always so protective of you. He swore up and down that you were as satisfied with your sex life as he was. But I guess it was about time that you proved him wrong, eh?”

“Past time,” I gasped in the throes of another orgasm.

“You see, Shawna, I know when sluts are ripe for the picking. For a man like Jeff, it was only a matter of time before I came romping through his garden. Men like Jeff are a dime a dozen, whereas men like me are few and far between. You know that saying, Shawna? A hard man is good to find…. And I think you’ve finally found your hard man. Just about every other man that works for me has given me his woman – girlfriend, fiancée, wife… it makes no difference. They all recognize a superior cock.”

“Yes…” I groaned, “I’m your cunt, your whore, your slut, Dickless can jerk himself into a coma for all I care right now... fuck me Jason…. Please don’t stop….”

Agonizingly, Jason slowed his pace, thrusting into my sopping cunt. “Dickless,” he laughed, “was that your idea or his?”

“I told him that would be his name.”

“Good to know,” he accepted, “as long as he wants to drink this!”

I climaxed again as Jason’s sperm penetrated my womb, burrowing deep inside my uterus where Jeff’s come would never reach. I shuddered, thinking of what dickless was imagining as he laid in bed at home, strapped helplessly to the bed as I accepted another man’s semen inside my pussy. Jason’s solid manhood made a thick plop and he withdrew from my cunt, leaving me trembling, and wanting more of his delicious cock….



Her Silent Hand



He sat at the far end of the bar, nursing his third drink of the night. Seth was in the city, at this hotel, for an IT convention for his job, which he enjoyed. What he didn't were the long trips away from home, his wife, his kids. He missed them, missed Jennifer's warm embrace and loving ways. He'd had plenty of opportunities for dalliances on the road, being a handsome, 25-year-old, but never realizing them.

Tonight, though, he was hornier than usual, probably because with the kids being so young and all, his sex life had diminished considerably, usually relegated to rare, hurried moments at home when the children were out at activities or in school. They weren't the satisfying encounters of their child-free days, stolen moments here and there, forbidden trysts at the beach or on a hike. Fun times not that far gone but at this moment, in Seth's mind, so tantalizingly memorable as to make him ache for their return.

So when she walked in to the bar about a half hour before closing, he couldn't help but take note. She was tall, elegant, beautifully dressed – and rather old. This silver-haired vision with a black dress, clingy and revealing, with dark nylons on muscular legs and mid-calf leather boots, looked to be 60 at least, maybe older, but ravishing in her classy look and slender, firm body.

He sat alone in the small bar, watching her stride to it the other end, and saying nothing to Jeff, the middle-aged bartender, pointing to a lone bottle on a high shelf. Jeff nodded with an appreciative smile. He fetched the expensive single-malt whisky she'd apparently ordered, serving it neat. She took it without a word. 

Jeff walked Seth's way.

"We're closing soon, will you be having another?"

"No, no, I'm good, thanks, I'll probably just finish this...well, maybe in a few minutes."

"I have some work to do in the back, be back around in a bit, just let me know," he said affably before walking into the back room.

Seth watched the elegant lady tip her drink, making out in the bar's dim lighting a slightly craggy face, wrinkled and worn, a delicate patchwork of puckering flesh around red lips as she sipped. Maybe it was the liquor, he thought, or the recent absence of lovemaking in his life, be he was instantly struck by how incredibly sexy she was. Her dress was cut low in front, cleavage warm and inviting, a furrow of slightly wrinkled, tanned flesh dipping into mystery. Her backside hugged the material of her dress, a sleeveless one, and he watched her forearm tendons dance as she drank, a slight jiggle of upper arm flashing in the dark.

She looked at him, green eyes surrounded by crow's feet. She said nothing, only nodding toward the seat next to him. Momentarily immobilized by the request, he found his senses and with a wave of his hands and a smile, signaled his welcoming intent. She strode over, confidently, never taking her eyes off him. She approached and he pulled out the seat to his right. She slithered in, putting the drink and cocktail napkin on the bar, looking straight ahead mindlessly at the TV above the bar back and whatever game was on.

"Uh, hi," he said somewhat uncertainly. "My name's Seth. What's yours?"

Silence. She tipped the drink to that puckering mouth, sipped, put it back down. He didn't even notice her left arm move until he felt her fingers spreading on his right thigh. He jumped nervously. She dug those fingers in. He looked down, the nails a sexy red as she wiggled them, massaging his thigh halfway up.

"Uh...well...now..." he stammered nervously. "That's...uh...well...."

She continued to work his thigh in her surprisingly strong hand, never looking at him, not smiling, just looking blankly at the TV. He gulped, looked closely at the prettiest older woman face he'd ever seen, chiseled features, high cheekbones, a dangling diamond earring. She sipped more of her drink with her other hand, Seth noticing the undulating flesh on that superbly wrinkled throat as she swallowed. Her other hand continued to work its way up Seth's trembling thigh until it brushed the cock stiffening above.

"Well, miss...uh, ma'am...you, uh...what's...what's your name?" he mumbled, watching the little finger of that hand come so terribly close to his cock.

She said nothing and now moved her hand directly to his stiff prick encased in the slacks his wife had bought him a week ago. She oh-so delicately traced over it with her fingernails, teasing it, tickling it, drumming her fingers on it with the gentlest of touches.

"Holy shit," he groaned. "Ma'am...lady...uh, I'm not sure..."

And he wasn't sure. At this moment, he wasn't sure at all. But just then, as he thought of his loving wife, this sexy senior citizen's fingers dug a little harder on his dick, encircling it, pressing it with a hardening grip. Seth gulped and squirmed and suddenly, as she slowly, agonizingly slowly, stroked his cock in the slacks his wife bought him, all thoughts of Jen mercifully slipped his mind.

"Sweet Jesus," he moaned, watching the sexy tendons in her forearm dance under tanned, leathery skin as she moved her hand up and down.

He looked up. For all the world, she looked like a random stranger sitting at a bar, having a drink late at night, nothing unusual at all. For all the world, she looked like a sexy grandmother, alone with her thoughts, a pensive look on her handsome face. For all the world, nothing was out of the ordinary.

For Seth's world, this was all he knew in the sudden, unexplained here and now. As she moved her hand up to expertly unfasten his belt, unsnap his pants, and slowly unzip them, his world was intently focused on that silent, proficient hand.

She said nothing, and neither did he, dumbstruck, as she fished his cock out of his underwear and encircled it in that elegant, small, somewhat bony hand. He could only look down in the darkness at his lap and watch those tendons ripple under her hand's skin as she stroked him.

He moaned, quickly looking around to ensure the emptiness of the quiet bar, then at her. That face, superb and well worn, looked straight ahead, but as she stroked his cock, her own sexual urging was evidenced by gently biting her lower lips, eyelids slowly fluttering.

"Shit," he thought to himself. "She'd getting off getting me off...goddam...this isn't happening, this isn't happening...."

She jerked him a bit harder now, more urgently, biting that lip with more intensity, never taking her eyes off the TV, unseeing whatever mindless sport from somewhere in the world was playing there. Seth felt his balls knot, knew his orgasm was close.

The bartender suddenly stepped from the back room, wiping his hands on a towel, smiling at them. He couldn't see what was going on, the bar was fairly high and deep, distancing him from the couple before him. She never looked at him, nor slowed her insistent stroking of Seth's drooling cock.

"Last call, kids, anyone up for another?"

"Uh..." Scott said, attempting coherence.

The woman tapped the rim of her now-empty glass with a fingernail of her free hand, the delicate bell ring of fine crystal chiming in Seth's super-sensitive ears. She then pointed to Seth's glass. The bartender nodded and trundled off to make the two drinks.

"Jesus Christ, lady!" Seth said in a hoarse whisper. "Maybe you should ...should stop...for a minute...slow down...something...."

The smallest of smiles crossed her lips. She tightened her fingers in a ring around Seth's cockhead, the index and middle finger on its underside, thumb meeting them to complete the circle. Now, she didn't stroke, but only gently, excruciatingly slowly, pulsed them. They were tiny but emphatic little jolts that brought him close.

The bartender returned with the drinks. The woman nodded, picking up the fresh drink as he walked away with the empties, putting them in the dishwasher, taking his time, then walking off again, to the back room. 

Seth realized he was out of air. He'd stopped breathing the entire time the bartender was in the room, in their world, this bizarre little sphere of spontaneous sexuality. She kept pulsing her fingers on his cock, harder now, biting that lip again and he noticed a slight squirming as she wiggled in her seat. He watched, looking down. Her dress had ridden up to reveal those spectacular, nylon-clad thighs pressed together, squeezing, the exquisite outline of older-woman muscle barely visible to his disbelieving eyes. He imagined her pussy, likely full and furry, getting wetter with each squeeze, with each pulsation of her hand, those magic fingers, on his cock.

"Oh, God...lady...I'm gonna....shit... I'm gonna...." Seth heard himself saying.

Then he did, they both did, Seth's cock jetting a thick roping series of cum as those fingers danced on his cock, and he sucked in his own lips, biting down to stifle his own moans, and in the ensuing silence, heard the splash of sperm on the bar front below them. He turned his gaze to his right and saw her beautiful eyes closed now, lids fluttering madly, that sexy patchwork of crow's feet around them deep and creased. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

She made no sound as she came, those thighs clenching and unclenching, it just happened and ended the second Seth's orgasm did. She stopped the pulsation of her fingers and now slowly twisted them around his sensitive head, sending tickling sensations coursing through it and his entire body. He giggled like a school boy as she worked her fingers on his wilting cock, and felt the remnants of his load coat them.

He gulped loudly, trying to make sense of the senseless, and watched, transfixed, as she finally lifted her hand from under the bar. Her forefinger and thumb were coated with cum and she, still looking straight ahead, lifted them to her face, closing her eyes and smelling deeply, inhaling slowly, a slight smile on her lips. She exhaled just as slowly.

She looked straight ahead still as she moved her hand to her left, directly in front of Seth's stunned face, holding it there, his fluid lumpy and shining in the dim light. Seth's eyes widened and he did something he'd never done before, nor thought of doing, driven by her unspoken request he do it: He leaned forward and licked her fingers, tasting his own cum, feeling an exhilarating mix of submissive humiliation and unrelenting lust, lapping at them, swallowing, wanting it all and wanting more. As he did, her incredible body almost imperceptibly shivered and he felt those shivers terminating in the fingers at his mouth.

She slowly pulled her hand from his face, still looking straight ahead. Seth sighed, stuffing his cock back in his pants, zipping up, taking his time and trying to figure out what to say, realizing the pointlessness of it. She'd said nothing throughout the bizarre encounter, her silence deafening and exquisitely sexy.

She used those still shiny fingers now to lift her drink, slowly draining it, a light from the far side of the room silhouetting her, highlighting the most delicate of hairs on her arm and hand and neck, the flesh on her throat pulled tight as she tilted her head back to swallow. Seth watched her impossibly sexy throat and wanted more than anything to nuzzle his mouth there, to lick the wrinkled, soft meat of it, to taste her saltiness.

For a fleeting moment, he thought she'd lead him to her room where they'd spend the night making mad, silent love, but then realized that would never be as she put her drink down just as the bartender returned.

"OK, kids, closing time," he said, hands on the bar. "Separate checks or one tab?"

On the hand that had just drained from Seth the most intense orgasm of his life, she twisted the shiny forefinger to her left, indicating the young man. The bartender got the silent message and quickly retrieved the check, placing it before Seth. With shaking hand, he signed it to his room.

Seth started to speak, but she rose, never looking at him, turning on sexy boots to walk away, Seth's eyes staring, longing after her as she walked out of the bar, disappearing into the night as silently as she'd arrived...