Beautiful Eyes of Jade
Saturday, May 26, 2007
The winged, obsidian giant kneeled outside the house, gazing in through the uncovered window. His long, flowing hair, white as new fallen snow, caught the soft light of the moon. The enormous wings, the color of his hair veined with streaks of silver, were folded close along his well-muscled back. His hands were guantleted in leather, fingerless gloves. The light coming through the window from inside the house glinted off of the sharp metal spikes that lined the knuckles. His feet were shod in much the same way with soft leather boots, spiked with the same strange gleaming black metal. Other than these, his only attire was a simple loincloth held around his waist by a wide, thick leather belt. From this belt hung a large black sword, sheathed in a scabbard of gleaming, emerald, green scaled hide adorned with a row of five unknown gemstones. His eyes were the eyes of a creature of darkness. The dark red irises were wide, allowing none of the white surrounding them to be seen. The pupils were oblong, almost cat-like.
He stared intently through the window, content that the smaller creatures within could not see him. He was careful that none of the light from within fell directly upon him. He remained motionless, drawing no attention. His breath was steady and controlled. He made no sound as he watched. His large pointed ears were turned slightly toward the glass and he listened carefully as he studied the creatures playing games inside the room.
He wondered at the music that fell upon his ears. It was slightly odd, like nothing he had heard before. It was a mixture of sounds. He could make out the twangs of plucked strings, of different thicknesses and tensions. He heard the fingertips of the instrumentalist clamp and slide across them. He heard the steady pounding of sticks on stretched skins. He could make out the subtle click as a stick once contacted the edge of the instrument. Along with these obsolete, almost primal, sounds came the steady influence of frequency controlled, perfectly pitched notes. The music didn't make sense to him, yet it was not against his liking, merely different from that to which he was once used to listening.
As the music flowed through his body, his eyes took in the scene unraveling before him. `Mating ritual?' he questioned himself. Within the room, he could make out two males and three females. `Humans,' his mind recalled. `Men and women....women...the woe of men,' he laughed within himself. Some things were the same in all the dimensions. `The females run the show and let the males think they do...' Actually, each of the sexes appeared to be taking an equal part in the display. They appeared to be taking turns feeding themselves with various fruits and other foods placed between each other's legs. They went slowly, spending more time licking each other's bodies than gorging themselves. Much of the repast seemed to be going to waste. Whatever it was they were doing, it interested the giant greatly. He suddenly became excited at the prospect of joining them.
`Wonder how upset they'd be if I just walked in on them?' he thought to himself, jokingly. He knew that this planet was not yet aware of the dimensions that surrounded it. He thought back quickly to the books they had given him to study before his exile. After a few moments, he suddenly smiled as he remembered one of his favorite characters from the literature of this planet. He moved slowly into the yard, careful not to disturb anything. When he was satisfied that his movement had not been noticed, he bowed his head in concentration. A thick fog slowly condensed upon his body, conforming itself to his vast form. The fog slowly changed, reshaping itself, becoming smaller, churning heavily. Within minutes it abated.
"Shit!" one of the men exclaimed as he stood and ducked into the hallway, followed closely by the others. "Who in hell is that?"
One of the women quickly throws a thin robe around her body and steps over to the door. Opening it carefully, she looks at the stranger standing before her. She never speaks a word. She lets her eyes frame the question that the stranger knows she wishes to ask. She looks at the man expectantly, studying his features, his body.
He is tall, well over six feet, and somewhat thin. He is handsome, yet in a rugged sort of way. His face is the face of one who enjoys the outdoors. His skin is the ruddy color of one who has spent his life mostly outside. He wears a short-sleeved cotton shirt. His muscled arms sprout from wide, solid shoulders. His pants are made of faded blue denim. The knees of which are worn through in spots. On his feet are a pair of old leather hiking boots. The boots appeared to be well worn, the seams at the soles split at a few places. They were stained by the dust of many a road. In his hands he held a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine. Her eyes once more directed themselves to the stranger's pants. `Yes,' she thought to herself, `They are well-filled.' She once more looked into the man's eyes, asking the unspoken question.
"I'm new around here and I was pretty bored. I heard your party and decided to see if you could stand to be a little hospitable to a man that's trying to fight his way out of the depths of depression." He smiled as he said the words, indicating that he was in no way serious, about anything. He smiled and looked at the woman, waiting for her reply.
He looked at her intently, letting his gaze travel from her feet upward. Her legs were firm and sexy, exposed by the briefness of her robe. She seemed to be well curved, adding to his excitement. He looked into her face. His eyes suddenly locked with hers.
Her eyes, beautiful, intelligent eyes, bore into his own. He could lose himself in those eyes. Indeed, he had already felt the danger of falling into them. The mirrors of her soul, he liked what he saw. Calculating eyes, eyes that knew what they wanted and had the will to take it. Intelligent eyes, eyes that looked beyond the surface, to strip away illusions, to see reality. Fearless eyes, eyes that quickly determined what color could not threaten. Warm eyes, eyes full of life and the desire to live it to its fullest. Beautiful eyes, eyes of jade.
"What's your name?" she asked, becoming interested in the strange man at her doorstep.
The man thought quickly. `The dark man...the clown...the walking dude...no wait, that's it.' "Randall," he replied, "Randall Flagg. But my friends call me The Reaver."
He stared intently through the window, content that the smaller creatures within could not see him. He was careful that none of the light from within fell directly upon him. He remained motionless, drawing no attention. His breath was steady and controlled. He made no sound as he watched. His large pointed ears were turned slightly toward the glass and he listened carefully as he studied the creatures playing games inside the room.
He wondered at the music that fell upon his ears. It was slightly odd, like nothing he had heard before. It was a mixture of sounds. He could make out the twangs of plucked strings, of different thicknesses and tensions. He heard the fingertips of the instrumentalist clamp and slide across them. He heard the steady pounding of sticks on stretched skins. He could make out the subtle click as a stick once contacted the edge of the instrument. Along with these obsolete, almost primal, sounds came the steady influence of frequency controlled, perfectly pitched notes. The music didn't make sense to him, yet it was not against his liking, merely different from that to which he was once used to listening.
As the music flowed through his body, his eyes took in the scene unraveling before him. `Mating ritual?' he questioned himself. Within the room, he could make out two males and three females. `Humans,' his mind recalled. `Men and women....women...the woe of men,' he laughed within himself. Some things were the same in all the dimensions. `The females run the show and let the males think they do...' Actually, each of the sexes appeared to be taking an equal part in the display. They appeared to be taking turns feeding themselves with various fruits and other foods placed between each other's legs. They went slowly, spending more time licking each other's bodies than gorging themselves. Much of the repast seemed to be going to waste. Whatever it was they were doing, it interested the giant greatly. He suddenly became excited at the prospect of joining them.
`Wonder how upset they'd be if I just walked in on them?' he thought to himself, jokingly. He knew that this planet was not yet aware of the dimensions that surrounded it. He thought back quickly to the books they had given him to study before his exile. After a few moments, he suddenly smiled as he remembered one of his favorite characters from the literature of this planet. He moved slowly into the yard, careful not to disturb anything. When he was satisfied that his movement had not been noticed, he bowed his head in concentration. A thick fog slowly condensed upon his body, conforming itself to his vast form. The fog slowly changed, reshaping itself, becoming smaller, churning heavily. Within minutes it abated.
"Shit!" one of the men exclaimed as he stood and ducked into the hallway, followed closely by the others. "Who in hell is that?"
One of the women quickly throws a thin robe around her body and steps over to the door. Opening it carefully, she looks at the stranger standing before her. She never speaks a word. She lets her eyes frame the question that the stranger knows she wishes to ask. She looks at the man expectantly, studying his features, his body.
He is tall, well over six feet, and somewhat thin. He is handsome, yet in a rugged sort of way. His face is the face of one who enjoys the outdoors. His skin is the ruddy color of one who has spent his life mostly outside. He wears a short-sleeved cotton shirt. His muscled arms sprout from wide, solid shoulders. His pants are made of faded blue denim. The knees of which are worn through in spots. On his feet are a pair of old leather hiking boots. The boots appeared to be well worn, the seams at the soles split at a few places. They were stained by the dust of many a road. In his hands he held a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine. Her eyes once more directed themselves to the stranger's pants. `Yes,' she thought to herself, `They are well-filled.' She once more looked into the man's eyes, asking the unspoken question.
"I'm new around here and I was pretty bored. I heard your party and decided to see if you could stand to be a little hospitable to a man that's trying to fight his way out of the depths of depression." He smiled as he said the words, indicating that he was in no way serious, about anything. He smiled and looked at the woman, waiting for her reply.
He looked at her intently, letting his gaze travel from her feet upward. Her legs were firm and sexy, exposed by the briefness of her robe. She seemed to be well curved, adding to his excitement. He looked into her face. His eyes suddenly locked with hers.
Her eyes, beautiful, intelligent eyes, bore into his own. He could lose himself in those eyes. Indeed, he had already felt the danger of falling into them. The mirrors of her soul, he liked what he saw. Calculating eyes, eyes that knew what they wanted and had the will to take it. Intelligent eyes, eyes that looked beyond the surface, to strip away illusions, to see reality. Fearless eyes, eyes that quickly determined what color could not threaten. Warm eyes, eyes full of life and the desire to live it to its fullest. Beautiful eyes, eyes of jade.
"What's your name?" she asked, becoming interested in the strange man at her doorstep.
The man thought quickly. `The dark man...the clown...the walking dude...no wait, that's it.' "Randall," he replied, "Randall Flagg. But my friends call me The Reaver."
Posted by Lady Erotica at 10:22 PM
Labels: fantasy
Cheers For Wild Cats
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I was a fan of the Tennessee team, having been brought up in Knoxville, and was pulling for them to beat Kentucky. I now live and work in Kentucky and so I was a little torn at any rate. As I think back on what happened I realize that I had gotten my tickets to the game in Kentucky and thus I was sitting in the Kentucky section. At first as I would cheer on Tennessee the people around me were teasing me in a good natured way and I noticed that one of the cheerleaders was noticing me.
Every time that Kentucky would do something positive she would get on the PA system and say things like, "how about that Mr. Tennessee fan" or "what happened Mr. Tennessee fan are the cats too much for the Vols?" After the half Kentucky was beating Tennessee badly and I was really taking a lot of teasing from the people around me. Then this cheerleader really got into it with me. Finally, she got on the PA and said, "Hey, Mr. Tennessee fan. Come on down here and let's see if I can convert you to a cat fan." I hesitated and she said, "What's the matter are you afraid of this little pussy cat. "That did it, I went down and jumped over the wall down to the cheerleaders. As she approached me I noticed several things that had not been evident from a distance; she was beautiful, she was tall, and she looked strong. She came up to me, put her arm around my shoulder and said, "I'm going to twist, turn, squeeze and fold you in front of these people until you yell over the PA system what I tell you to yell. We are going to do this like they did in the Roman times; that is I'll ask the crowd what to do from time to time. Kentucky is slaughtering Tennessee so maybe this will give the fans some excitement to watch. Do you think you can take me? How old are you, I'm 19 and strong as an ox. You look about 40 and weak."
I told her that I was forty and that I really didn't want to be wrestling with her in front of all these people; that she certainly did look healthy enough but that I was a man and felt that I could beat her. I told her that her legs were probably stronger than mine but that my upper body strength was superior to hers. Her name was Brandi, and her reply was, "I'm glad to hear you say what you did, it will make it more fun. Put your hand on my arm and then make the same statement about your upper body strength again."
I thought this a strange request, but this whole situation was strange anyway. I placed my hand on her arm and started to tell her that my upper body strength was superior to hers when she flexed her arm muscles. I stopped my comment in mid sentence as I realized that she also had me beaten in this department. "What's the matter? Still think you can compete with this little girl?" All of this had been broadcast over the PA system and a roar went up as I stood there and shook my head.
Without another word Brandi wrapped her arm around my neck, gave a powerful squeeze and threw me to the ground. She walked over and straddled my body and raised her arms above her head and said through the PA system to me, "Well, how do you like those apples big boy, how's that chicken neck feel? I'm now going to demonstrate the power in my arms by lifting you over my head. Are you folks ready to see me start 'the conversion process'? "The crowd went wild as Brandi bent down and laid the PA mike down on the ground; grabbed a handful of my hair and raised me to my feet. She then placed one hand on my neck and grabbed the seat of my pants with the other and lifted me, seemingly effortlessly, over her head. I was scared to death by now of this beautiful Amazon. She looked up at me and winked. Then she asked, "Are you ready to admit that this 19 year old is too much woman for you?" One of the other girls had brought the microphone over so that everyone could hear what was being said by both of us. Before I could answer, and at this point I was going to say no to her question, Brandi dropped me down into her uplifting knee and knocked the breath out of me. Then she lifted me back up over her head and asked her question again. This time I said yes. Brandi put me down on the ground and stood there as if she had not expended any energy at all. She raised her arm up and flexed it toward the stands and the crowd again let out a roar.
Then she grabbed me in a head lock, squeezed, then pushed my head in between her thighs in a standing head scissors. The pain was unbearable and so I submitted. But, Brandi was really into this by now and was ignoring my pleas. I tried to separate her legs to relieve some of the pain, but I wasn't strong enough to budge those massive, muscular thighs. Brandi was ecstatic; " what's the matter little one? Cat got your tongue? "With that the crowd roared in laughter. I was humiliated! I was loosing a lot of strength and Brandi knew that; she increased the power a little and I began to beg her to quit. I was beginning to feel faint and I knew that this powerhouse of a girl was going to knock me out in front of all these fans; and there was nothing I could do about it.
I was at the point now that I could not talk or think; as she snap squeezed me I could only groan with each increase in pressure. At last I began to fall into merciful unconscious- ness. I wasn't out all the way, Brandi had other plans for me at this point.
She leaned over me and said, "Now little one I want you to ask me nice to put you in a body scissors and crush the breath out of you. Or maybe you would rather me continue to work on your weak neck and head some more. Here feel these legs as you decide." It was so hard to concentrate; but, I knew that I didn't want her legs on my neck or head anymore, plus I thought that she couldn't really hurt me too badly in a body scissors. Feeling her hard as steel legs as I processed these thoughts made me wonder; I said, "Brandi, would you please put me in a body scissors and crush the breath out of me?" My voice sounded hoarse and strained as I listened to it over the PA system. Brandi spread her legs and with her arms raised my body in between them. As she closed them on my waist I knew that I was wrong; I was already feeling pain and she wasn't squeezing yet. I knew when she did; she tensed her entire body, flexing every muscle and concentrating all of her power into her legs. I could not breathe, I panicked and tried to thrash around, but I had nothing left; it was unbelievable, here I was dangling between the legs of a woman being crushed into oblivion and I was helpless. This beautiful 19 year old was crushing me once again into the pit of unconsciousness. This time I went all the way out.
"Hello sleepy head, you must have gotten bored and went to sleep on me. How's that 'macho' body feel after tangling with this wildcat? have you had enough?" To emphasize her questions she flexed her arms and legs. I assured her I had had enough and was willing to do as she said. Her comment to this was, "I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking. But it has sure been fun to 'train' you. Now say, Go cats, beat Tennessee. And I want to hear you say, nothing sucks like a big orange. " She held the microphone up to my mouth and I said Go cats, beat Tennessee with no problem. I hesitated on the other statement. Instantly Brandi straddled my head, bent over and raised my neck between her calves, and squeezed me until I was screaming, NOTHING SUCKS LIKE A BIG ORANGE. She released me and said, " Very good now, I believe that the Tennessee mascot is a dog isn't it? Well I want you to crawl around behind me like a dog. When I say heel and point to my side you had better be there unless you want another session with my strength so soon."
I followed her around on my hands and knees; from this angle I could always see the flex of the muscles in her legs; I also noticed the other female cheerleaders had strong legs and some of them were looking at me as if to say, ' I can take you apart like she did.'
In fact a couple of them came over and squeezed me in a standing head scissors. I was left laying on the ground each time; but, I contributed it to the fact that Brandi had softened my neck up so much. In fact, I really don't know. I'm now a Wild Cat fan. GO CATS !!!
Posted by Lady Erotica at 9:53 AM
Labels: dominance
Ordered Around At The Bank
Monday, March 12, 2007
Walking into the bank, he was still nervous about his new found powers of mind control. He never thought in his wildest dreams that life could be so easy, or so decadent. As he pretended to fill out a deposit slip, he scanned the various tellers to see who would be worthy of his attentions. But first a test. He never tried anything himself without a test. Since his experience on the subway, he had learned to be wary of the rare person who was somehow immune to his influence. He threw the mental 'control net' over the whole bank to alter the mental states of all who were there and all who would enter. No one was to take notice of anything that was to happen.He scanned carefully and decided upon two people, a middle aged brunette and the security guard. The woman was around 40 but VERY attractive. You could tell that she took pride in her appearance. She wore a yellow business suit, black stockings and high heels. Her hips were rounded with a small waist. He hesitated to mess up her make up, but then he saw that the security guard was an older man, around 60. He probably hadn't had anything exciting in a while. That was to change. The woman's name was Ms. Hyde, as indicated by the name plate on her counter.
*Ms. Hyde, close your window and walk to...... Bill, the security guard*.
Very casually she did so, and walked through the buzzer door and across the bank tile floor, ass swaying gently, her heels clicking the way high heels do. Upon reaching Bill standing next to the bank front doors, she stopped and simply stood expressionless about one foot from Bill.
*Drop slowly to your knees, unzip his pants and take his cock out*
She did so in only the way a woman of experience could. Ms. Hyde slowly sank to her knees and unzipped his navy blue polyester pants. She reached gently into the open fly and.... started to have a bit of trouble. At first he thought that the instructions were muddled. Maybe she was trying to do something else until, she succeeded. My, my, Bill! Officer Bill was hung like a fucking horse. Ms. Hyde was trying to retrieve all of Bill's cock, and all of it she got. It hung a good ten inches, with big veins all around it. There is NO way this guy is gonna get this up, he thought. But still, we'll find out. Ms. Hyde knelt in front of Bill staring at his huge cock.
*Start stroking it, slowly, on the fifth stroke start sucking on the head*
Ms. Hyde did so, taking her somewhat petite hand and stroking Officer Bill. Not much happened until she started to suck on the head. Bill's face suddenly became flushed.
*Stroke and suck as much of it as you can, make slurping sounds and enjoy it*
Ms. Hyde immediately began to suck in earnest, giving Bill probably one of the best blow jobs of his life. The sight of this executive looking woman sucking the cock of a security guard she probably never thought twice about was a real turn on. He scanned the bank. No one was taking any notice. Fine. Let's finish this test.
*Bill, you're about to cum big*
Immediately the veins in Bill's neck stood out. Ms. Hyde's moans were muffled by the wet, deep blow job she was giving.
*Ms. Hyde, you'll suck him deep into your throat, swallow the first jet of cum, but keep the rest in your mouth and when he's done, dribble it out of your mouth and down your chin*
Bill became rigid as he shot his first load into Ms. Hydes mouth. Immediately his cock disappeared into Ms. Hydes mouth up to his balls. Her adams apple bobbed as she swallowed the first load, with some enthusiasm. Bill musta shot three more times before letting out a gasp. His cock made a popping noise as it was freed from Ms. Hydes wet mouth. Slowly cum began to dribble out of Ms Hyde's mouth, the thick goo flowing down her chin and spilling on her white silk blouse. Very nice. everything had gone well. Now it was his turn. His attention was drawn to Ms. Makawa, a very pretty, petite Japanese teller, around twenty three. Perfect. Ben climbed over the teller counter and inspected her as she continued to count money, stamp checks, and scribble on papers. He glanced over to the door and realized he had left Ms. Hyde with raw knees.
*Ms. Hyde, get up and walk back to your teller window. DON'T wipe your mouth. Continue to do business as usual*
Ms. Hyde did so, continuing to help customers, her lips and chin shiny with Bill's fresh cum.
*Ms. Makawa, get off your chair and stand while you do business*
As she did so, he realized what a nice tight ass she had. She was only about five feet tall with shoulder length jet black hair.
*Do you do aerobics?*
'Yes' she answered aloud, 'three times a week'. Figured. She was wearing a flowery dress with a wide black belt around her small waist. Black high heels and black panty hose, a welcome sight.
*Ms. Makawa, lean forward with your elbows on the counter and spread your legs a bit*
As she did so immediately, the sight of her small round ass gave him a huge hard on. He lifted the hem of her dress and pushed it around her waist. NO UNDERWEAR! Just the pantyhose. He stuck his fingers under waistband and pulled them slowly down to her knees. God she looked good. Her pussy was small with just a wisp of hair.
*Tell the old lady you're helping to please excuse you while you get fucked from behind*
'Would you please excuse me a second Mrs. Wasser, I'm going to be fucked from behind' Mrs. Wasser looked quizzically for a second and just said 'Oh that's fine dear'.
*Think of the last good orgasm you had Ms. Makawa.... by the way, what's your first name?* 'Cyndy' *Ah then Cyndy, remember the last orgasm you had, let it make your pussy sopping wet*
Just then Cyndy closed her eyes and let out a slight moan. Ben dropped his pants and shoved his eight inches into her right then and there. Seeing Ms. Hydes sperm soaked lips and Cyndy's glistening pussy was too much. Ben fucked her for all he was worth. Cyndy moaned loudly, her breathing quickening. Ben grabbed a handful of dress with one hand and pulled her hair back with the other. He was pumping away furiously, feeling her cervix with every sharp push. She was tight, really tight. He let go of her hair and rubbed his hand over her back and ended up at her face. *Suck my fingers* She immediately began to suck his fingertips, slowly and first then with more enthusiasm. Sucking his middle finger all the way into her throat. That was more than he could stand.
*Cum now!*
She let out a low scream as he began to shoot load upon load of sperm into her pussy. He pushed deep, very deep and shot his last load. God this was great, he thought.....
*Continue your business with the lady*
'Thank you for waiting Mrs. Wasser, I'm finished being fucked from behind now'.
*Pull up your pantyhose, fix your dress, kiss me, and say 'thank you for fucking me so hard and good'*
Cyndy fixed her clothes, pulled me tight, and kissed me sloppily, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. 'Thank you for fucking me so hard and good' she said in an almost girlish voice. Ben then zipped himself, went to back, grabbed the surveillance video tape and proceeded out front door. He smiled, stuck his head back in the door and projected
*you can zip yourself up now Bill. Everybody resume*.
Ben looked at Ms. Hyde and saw her lick her lips with surprise. Quickly she wiped her lips and chin with her finger.... and stuck it in her mouth, smiling slightly. 'I knew it' he thought to himself. Smiling he walked out, his finger still wet with Cyndy's saliva. Cyndy herself noticing the smell of cum emanating from the crotch of her pantyhose. She spread her legs a bit and enjoyed the warm wetness. The front door closed and Ben was gone.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 3:59 AM
Labels: dominance
Sea Coast Air Affair
Saturday, March 10, 2007
As a famous author once wrote, it was a "Dark and Stormy Night" as sea coast weather can often be. It was raining very hard, even by the sea coast standards that I was used to. The rain was almost snow. I was sitting in my car at the deserted ferry terminal. It was Thursday, and no ferries docked at this terminal this evening.I remember the first time I met her. She worked at a car rental agency at the airport. I had reason to be in the terminal most every night and we struck up a casual conversation. This went on for several months. She was about 5'8", 145 lbs, brown hair and brown eyes. Her figure was shapely, and her breasts small but very attractive. Because of her job, she dressed conservatively, but there was a very sexy quality about her. Occasionally her blouse would gap a bit and I would get a glimpse of her bra covered breasts. I was fascinated. She had a wonderful personality. There were many people around always so our conversation was casual.
One evening, I was dropping a co-worker at her residence and was invited in by her mother for fresh cookies. I was about to go in and received a radio call that I was needed at the airport, at the car rental counter. Well, so much for the chocolate chip cookies. Duty called. I got to the airport, about a 5 minute drive, and went in. She had some information that I had asked about. We joked around and I mentioned that as much as I needed the information, it cost me some chocolate chip cookies. We laughed about it and I went on my way.
The next evening, I received another call to the airport. I went in and there on her counter was a plate of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. We talked a bit, over cookies and her customers and again I went on my way.
Being in a high visibility occupation, I was forced to be very cautious in my dealings with women, especially since I was married. I did get brave and wrote a note that said, simply, "Good Morning Lovely Lady," sealed it in an envelope and secretly dropped it into her purse that sat open on the side counter. I figured that in the morning she would notice the envelope and open it.
Coming back to the present, the rain was now falling as a very wet snow, and was starting to accumulate on the windshield of my car. I had the radio on the local soft music station, and had to start the engine to generate some heat as the outside temperature was about freezing. A car's headlights pulled into the deserted terminal, but it was just turning around.
It was a few days after the "note in the purse" incident before I saw her again. She tried to seem annoyed at my greeting, but didn't act the part very well. I could tell she was pleased. I had to be careful about spending too much time at the airport for fear that someone would "notice."
A couple weeks went by and my wife had a chance to fly off to a city about 700 miles away and then drive back. She would take the children. Without much thought, I encouraged her to go as I knew that she would enjoy the trip and get to see her parents. She would be gone about a week.
I was working day shift, which ended at 3pm. Saturday came along and I was off after the shift for two days. What to do with Saturday evening? There was nothing much at the theaters and even less on TV. I still had need of some information at the airport so I decided that probably a little off duty work was in order. I decided that I would call her up and see if the plane was going to be on time. My heart leapt as she answered the phone. We talked a bit and she told me that the plane was running a couple hours late so she was going to go home and feed her children and then come back as her husband was out of town. We talked a bit more and the subject of the fantastic milk shakes at the local drive-in restaurant. They were known everywhere. I said, in jest, "Why don't I buy you one after the flight leaves." She said "That would be great!" Boy was I surprised. We agreed that after the plane left we'd meet in the airport parking lot and go for a shake.
The next two hours were endless. I couldn't believe that she was going to spend a little time with me. I actually paced the floor in my apartment!
The plane came and went and I didn't get the information that I wanted. I went out to my car and she came out shortly. She was wearing a clear rain jacket, a zippered blue jean coat and grey slacks. I couldn't see what else she had on. She suggested that we go in her car as it was less known in the area. We went over to the drive up window and got two strawberry shakes. We pulled into the parking lot like a couple of teenagers and shut off the car. We sat in the car and watched it rain while we enjoyed the shakes. She un-zipped her raincoat as it warmed up in the car. She eventually un-zipped the jeans jacket also and disclosed a sheer white blouse. The dim lighting failed to reveal the exact design, but it was very alluring. We talked well past the shakes, and I asked if she'd like to go for a ride. She said she would and would I drive? I moved to the driver seat and we headed for an ocean overlook about 20 miles away.
It was snowing harder now as my wait at the ferry terminal lengthened. She had said about what time she'd be there but I had gotten there early. My windshield was completely snow covered, but the snow was so wet that it wasn't sticking on the ground. I sat back, turned up the music a little and let my mind wander.
We had sat at the overlook for awhile and just talked. It had stopped raining and a few stars could be seen. Finally I just sat looking at her and she at me. I reached over and kissed her. Our tongues met and we held each other tightly. I reached inside her jacket and felt her breasts. They were fairly small but firm. She reacted immediately to my touch. The blouse covering them was silky and pleasant to the touch. I slowly un-buttoned it, one button at a time. Her bra was white, and substantial. I lowered the straps and un-hooked it. We sat and enjoyed each other for awhile and decided that this overlook was a bit too public. We drove back toward town and went up to the community college, deserted at this hour. We parked on a side road and continued our exploration of each other. She began to feel guilty and we didn't make love that night. We sat for a long time and finally she dropped me back at my car.
The ten o'clock news came on the radio and it was now raining again, dissolving the wet snow that had been falling. A car pulled into the terminal and went slowly past. I could see that it wasn't her, but some other lady apparently on her way to a rendezvous. She stopped at the other end of the parking area and someone got out of a car and into hers. They drove off. I watched it as the rain turned to snow again. She said she'd meet me as close to 10 o'clock as she could. The news ended and the music began again. It rained harder.
I thought back to another rainy, stormy night when I was working swing shift, which ended at 11pm. She called about 10:30pm and said that she had to be at the downtown ferry terminal to meet the 11pm ship. I told her I'd stop by. It was quiet so I got to leave a few minutes early. She was there and we got into my car and headed south out of town. We had very little time as we were both expected home. We stopped at a secluded wayside and were in each others arms immediately. I undid her blouse and front closing bra and rubbed her nipples. They became instantly hard and her breath became short and ragged. I slid her slacks down over her narrow hips and removed her bikini panties. I removed my pants and entered her. I stroked her in and out and satisfaction came to both of us almost immediately there on the front seat of my car. There wasn't time for formality, but we had to have each other. We drove back to town and she sat very near to me. We talked about little things and each secretly hoped that this wouldn't be the last time we would be together.
I could see her car's headlights coming some distance off as the snow began to fall again. She pulled up and I got into her car. We drove off and headed north. We finally pulled into a small road that leads to a private harbor, totally deserted this time of the year. We stopped in the parking area and shut off the car. We were immediately in each other's arms. Both of us had good reasons to be away from home this evening so there was no pressing rush. I felt of her breasts thru her jacket. I could feel her arousal already. She was wearing a jacket, sweatshirt, sweater, blouse, camisole, and bra, along with heavy slacks. I commented that she was quite dressed, even considering the weather. She said that the reason was that she wanted to see me but knew we shouldn't make love so she "covered it all up." We slowly removed her clothing (and mine). Her bra was dainty and lacy. It was totally dark but my fingers gave me a better picture of it that I could have gotten with some light. I finally entered her and began slowly stroking my cock in and out of her warm, wet love canal. I took deep, loving strokes and I could feel her tensing up. She started to climax and just kept on the pinnacle of ecstasy as I tried to slow my own excitement. She stayed on the peak of climax for what seemed like forever. I finally couldn't stand it any more and I shot the biggest load of cum that I had ever given into her. I continued to move in and out of her as she subsided. Finally we napped in each other's arms as the rain fell and the wind rocked the car.
It soon became cold and we awoke and slowly dressed. We each knew that this would be the last time for us as I was being transferred as was her husband. We drove slowly back to the terminal where my car was parked and each went our separate ways. The rain was still falling as we parted and we promised each other that when we heard very hard rain on the roof, we would think of each other and to this day, I remember our Dark and Stormy Night whenever it rains.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 3:53 AM
Labels: cheating
Sweet Data Entry Colleague
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I was working at my father's accounting office for the summer, I didn’t know a thing about the business, but I did know there was enough ass working there to keep me quite busy for the whole summer. I had my own office and my duties were to assist the office manager. Most of the time I was on the phone or at lunch.I became friendly with a number of the women that worked in the back, as accountants and data entry operators. There was one women in particular that made my blood boil the minute I saw her. She was about 27 years old, black hair and green e yes. She was thin, and her breasts fit her frame being on the small side. I got to know Stephanie over the next week, having lunch with her and some other employees. I found out she had been married for a year when she was21, but couldn’t handle being tied down to one person. One afternoon I called Stephanie into my office, and asked her if she could stay late one night as we had estimates to get out and the other data entry operators could not stay. She agreed to stay the next night. As she walked out the door, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink after work, she didn’t answer, she smiled at me and said "No..I can't..but if you stay tomorrow night we can" "Okay...I'll se you later" I watched her ass walk down the hall, her grey skirt clinging to her hips, her bra straps visible through the back of her blouse.
The next day while I was back in the supply room, Stephanie walked in. "We're still on for tonight aren’t we?" "Of course.. I wouldn’t give up a drink with you. "She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left the room.
After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up behind her, trying not to think about what I wanted to do to her later. "How long do you think you'll be?" I asked. "Oh.. how long have you been here..you startled me" "Not long..sorry about that" "I should be done in about an hour" "Okay I'll be back in a bit" As I walked back to my office I couldn’t stop thinking about Stephanie's legs, they looked so good wrapped in those black stockings, so smooth and silky looking. After 30 minutes I went back again, this time announcing my presence, Stephanie was twisting her neck, like it was stiff. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking over them at the screen. I didn’t know what I was looking at, but she thought I did. "I'm almost done..jezz I could use a drink "I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then increasing the intensity. "uhmm...that feels good.. you have a good touch." I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a see through white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her hair, up the sides of her neck. I thought I heard a low moan, and then glancing down confirmed it, her nipples now were hard, pressing against her bra, they looked delicious.
Stephanie had kicked off her shoes, and was rubbing her feet together. A few minutes later, Stephanie announced she was done. "There all finished..thank god..and if you don't stop doing what you're doing we're never going to make that drink" I didn’t know if she meant she wouldn’t go with me or if we just wouldn’t go to the bar. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled around in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell through the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out, licking the head, lapping at it like a nice cream cone. "It's been a long time since I've done this so be patient "It didn’t take her long to remember how, she was running her tongue up and down the shaft, making sure to lick and kiss the underside of it, her hands jerking it back and forth. I was busy unbuttoning her blouse, I could only get one or two buttons undone since she was kind of crouched over sucking me. She took my whole length in her mouth, her green eyes looking up at me, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hands through her hair, enjoying how well she was sucking my cock.
After ten minutes I stood her up, kissed her deeply, pulling her body close to mine, she moaned softly. I ran my hands over her ass, slipping it in the slit up the back of her skirt, feeling the silkiness of her stockings. I sat her on the desk, finished unbuttoning her blouse, when I parted the blouse open I was in heaven, her tits looked so good being squeezed in her white bra. I traced the outline of her tits as I continued kissing her, moving down her neck, to her shoulders, I was pinching her nipples, twisting them in my fingers. "Oh..uhmm.." she moaned softly. I slid the fabric of her bra over her tits, her nipples red as cherries, she was still rubbing my cock, running her hands up and down the shaft. As I glanced down I noticed garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings, My hand instantly slipped to her thighs, her legs parting a little, the heat from her cunt was intense, as I ran my hand up and down her legs.
My hand found its way under the straps of her garter, and as it moved upward I could feel the bottom of her panties. The lace, tickled my fingers, as I slowly ran my fingers across her panties "Boy are you wet!" "I know it started when you started rubbing my shoulders..Uhmm" I pressed my fingers against her cunt, rubbing up and down, her hips started moving with my fingers. I hiked her skirt up higher, slid her to the edge of the desk, my hand still working on her cunt, her juices soaking her panties, when I moved forward to her, she looked at me "What are you doing?" "Just relax" I pulled her panties aside, her cunt hair trimmed neatly, her pink folds shiny wet, I slid a finger in her, my thumb coming to rest on her clit. I took my cock with my other hand, and guided my prick into her cunt. "No..no..I can't..its too soon" I just rubbed her clit harder, muffled her with a kiss, and slowly slid my cock in. She was like a vise, gripping my cock like I might get stuck. "Oh..oh..uhmm..feels so good" I started stroking in and out, slowly at first, her stocking clad legs over my hips, her lace panties rubbing over my shaft with every stroke. I looked at her, her tits hanging out of her bra, her green eyes lighting up the room.
She was rubbing my c hest now, pinching my nipples, she then bent forward and started kissing them. I increased my tempo, pumping her faster now, she grabbed me by the neck and scooted forward pulling me into her deeper. She was biting my nipples now, moaning a deep throaty moans. "Oh..oh..it feels so good..its been soo long..so long" I felt the cum building in my balls, her cunt was squeezing my cock tightly, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. We were fucking so fast and hard her whole body was sliding back and forth on the desk. As I looked at her, her eyes were closed, she was biting her lower lip, and I felt her cunt convulsing, I knew she was cumming, her insides heated up, and when they did I exploded into her, pumping globs of cum up her cunt. As I pulled out of her, the last of my cum shot out on the top of her panties. I slid my hands up her back, and held her close to me. "That was great...you haven’t lost a thing" "Your the first since my divorce"
We cleaned up a bit, and said goodbye in the parking lot. I later found out she was only 22 just out of college and had been divorced for only five months. We spent many late nights after that.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 7:23 PM
Labels: workplace
My Adventures In Rubber
Mandy wasn't quite herself today. As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular. In her present condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let alone her actual identity. She was in a state between ecstasy and insanity, balanced on the edge. As the sculpture holding her prisoner tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into the suit. Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond belief. They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to become numb. Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few minutes. Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the dildo as she slid down onto it.At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind by counting orgasms. She knew that she had never before had more than four or five in a row. The tactic had failed, for she had lost count somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless state of wanton lust and shuddering release. Her satiation was always short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping her body in a vicious cycle of desire.
Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison. Then, after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would experience a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodisiac, allowing her to relax for a few precious moments.
Then the cycle would renew...
This went on for a while- hours? days? She had no way of knowing, and half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of time, being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions. After a while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left her. She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple, mindless awareness of stimulation and release. Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had finally stopped.
Mandy awoke in silent darkness. Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings. Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation. Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she became more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.
With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could move at all. Red shapes, symbols, swam into view. She stared at them for some time before they made sense. The red digits of her bedside clock changed from 6:27 to 6:28. She could see! Suddenly, the days' previous events came back to her. She was no longer imprisoned within the rubber cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances. She remembered now. She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust. It hadn't been a dream, had it? The ache in her crotch and in her abdomen put the lie to that theory.
Dodds. She remembered Dodds coming to the house. He had done something to her dogs. She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly. He wouldn't have done anything to harm them, she knew.
"He likes animals," she heard someone say. The sound of her voice startled her. She had been thinking aloud. She remembered that he owned two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds. She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she sat upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted. God, I'm worn out, she thought. I'll just lie here a moment, gather my strength...
When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window. She had to be in her own bed - hers was the only bedroom in the house with a window. She was facing her other bedside table now. There was a vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it. Propped against the vase was a card. She reached for it. "Dearest Mandy, You know how I hate good-byes. I have come to believe that my unexpected appearance has jeopardized the budding relationship between you and Jason, so I am taking my leave early. I am glad to see that you have finally acknowledged men as humans beings again. I hope you found my short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our next meeting. Give my regards to Flora and Jason.
And from one Master to another, `Stay curious, stay hungry.' - Dodds." Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten. Once again, Dodds has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought. He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way. He may be a brute sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still loves me. And I'm still the best slave he's ever had. Ah, crap. I must be exhausted if I'm getting this maudlin. She started as the door opened. Flora's head appeared around the edge of the door.
"Knock-knock?" she asked. "Flora. Hi," Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear. "Come on in, love." Flora minced into the room on 6" heels, the patent leather pumps showing off her calves nicely. She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray, and she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role. Her classic and saucy French maid's uniform was made entirely from black latex, with several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath. She wore shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in the same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from under the skirt. The dress was trimmed at the neck and puff-shouldered sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband. She even had a pert little maid's cap on her head.
"Who says you can't get good help these days?" croaked Mandy, sitting up with a wry grin. "You do, usually. You must really be out of it, hon," replied Flora.
"I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Mandy answered, "what's for breakfast?"
"Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to take it easy this morning. You've got tea and juice, melon, yogurt, and... Ta-dah! Blueberry muffins. Butter's under here."
"You are something, aren't you?" said Mandy, "I knew I kept you around for something." She stretched and winced. "Jeee-zus! I'm not going to have sex for a month! I ache all over."
"Oh!" Flora added, "there're two aspirins under the saucer there. Umm… I hope you're not serious about... what you just said." No French maid ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.
Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said, "Sure. Why not? We're both oversexed anyway. If I have to pay penance, why shouldn't you? And don't look at me that way!"
Flora pouted harder. Mandy grinned a little. "Well, we'll see. Maybe you'll get some action out of Jason. I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with more than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit."
Flora blushed. "He... he won't be giving me any trouble," she said.
"Huh." Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented. "I think, just this once, that I won't ask..." Flora brightened visibly as Mandy continued, "..but I want a promise from you."
"Anything, love- just ask!" replied Flora.
Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression. "After today, the two of you only have sex if I'm watching."
Flora gulped, looking serious again. "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a tiny voice. She took Mandy's tray when she motioned that she was finished with it. Mandy stretched and sighed. "Honey, that was really good. But I think... *yawn*... I think I'm going to sleep some more. Go have fun."
Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern for her mistress wrinkling her forehead. She waited until Mandy's breathing was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 3:08 AM
Labels: bondage
An Unforgettable Vamparic Erotic Encounter
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Walking along the dark street, I thought for a moment to the recent occurrences that seemed to dominate the news. Numerous bodies had been found in the recent weeks. Bodies savaged physically, and sexually. Bodies of mostly women, but a male or two as well. Grinning to myself I walked on, shrugging my shoulders and pushing my hands deeper into the pockets of my overcoat. The tabloids were shouting about rampant vampires and wolf men. Right. Even though the reputable papers did mention, from time to time the disturbing fact that the victims did seem to be a bit on the anemic side, the whole thing seemed pretty outrageous.Here at the turn of the 21st century, old ghost stories were dominating the papers. Chuckling lightly to myself, I turned and started across the street, heading toward the little bar that I usually frequented. As I walked in, swinging my coat of my shoulders and hanging it on 'my' coat hook, the bartender gave me a nod. As I reached my stool, I found a draft waiting for me, and I casually tossed back a swallow, looking around the bar. The TV was on, over the end of the bar, and the late news was on, more jabbering about yet another body found just after nightfall today. Pity, I thought to myself. "It's your buddy at work again Slade", the bartender jibed toward me. "Can't you put some other trash on Tom? Don't you get sick of this shit?" pushing my empty mug toward him, he picked it up, and soon, I found it back before me. "You know I only put it on to annoy you Slade," he grinned broadly at me and went to the other end of the bar, taking a drink to an old man sitting there. He always bugged me about this shit, knowing how I felt about sensationalism.
We had talked often of how these losers would pull some cheap stunt, grab some publicity, and get credit for being so strange. And a vampire impersonator certainly had the attention of the city now. "You know they found that gal, "he gestured toward the screen which showed a body being carted into a waiting ambulance, face covered, "about a mile from here?" He grinned at me, and I just shrugged. No sense feeding his mirth. "Yeah? You're hitting them close to home, eh?" He laughed as I ducked the wet bar towel that soared toward me. Eventually, thankfully, the news changed to more mundane matters, and I watched silently as one little tragedy after another was shown. Pity.
After about an hour, and several more beers, I heard the door behind me open, and in the mirror behind the bar I saw a tall woman walk in. Casually, I picked up my mug, and turning my head slightly as I drank my beer, I saw her cross the floor and go out of my vision behind me. Turning back toward the bar, I saw that she took a spot two seats down the bar from me. Tom came along, and after glancing in my direction, he took her order. Walking back with the beer, he started "This ones..." "I'll pay for my own drinks, thank you" she said. Quietly but with a certain strength that interested the hell out me. Raising my mug, and eyebrows, I nodded to her, and she returned my toast. She then turned back to the bar, ignoring me completely. Looking her over, I was impressed. Tall with dark hair, almost pitch black, she could easily be a model. Her pale white skin looked perfect, and as she removed her leather jacket I saw that she was stacked as well. Wearing black skin tight jeans and a black corset like top, she was easily one of the most attractive women I'd ever seen.
I noticed with some pleasure that her nipples were rock hard and poking through the stiff material of her top. I realized, to some surprise that I had been staring and I saw that she was looking at me, or glaring at me. I wasn't sure. It seemed to be a look that she used a lot. "You see enough?" "Not really, but I guess it will have to do," I mumbled, surprised to find that my mug was slipping from my hand. I raised it again, and shrugged. "That depends" she replied, and turned back to watch the screen. I saw Tom raise his eyebrows and turn to wash some glasses, grinning from ear to ear. Nothing was said in this place without him hearing. "Someone is hungry tonight" she said, looking intently at the screen, which showed a number of police cruisers, lights flashing clustered around a street corner. I noticed with some shock, that the location was about six or seven blocks from here.
The newscaster was explaining that another body had been found just 15 minutes ago, abandoned beside a dumpster. A young girl of 18. "Jesus!" Tom exclaimed "This is getting out of hand." "Copycats" she said. I looked over at the woman to my right, seeing that she was intently listening to the announcers words. "Different MO's. Some people have no imagination. There's more than one killer." Tom raised his eyebrows at this, and stepped back a bit, looking at her strangely. I grinned, as this had been somewhat along the lines of what I had been discussing with him earlier, though I doubt I sounded as peeved by it. "Interesting, that's what I was saying earlier. You'd think they would come up with something more original than a vampire." Grinning I tossed back the last of the beer, and Tom automatically came and refilled it. "Oh?" she said softly, "So you don't think such thing sexist?" Her grin was almost terrifying. On someone less attractive I'm sure it would have been repulsive, but on her, it sent a shiver of excitement along my spine. "There are many things that the light of science can't understand." Grinning, I laughed a bit, took another sip at the beer, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you are right, but don't you think this is a bit much? Really!" I turned back to her, and saw that she had moved down the bar to sit next to me, and I smelled her light perfume, a tangy flowery smell. Light and soft. The only thing light and soft about her, was my guess.
As she swung around to face me, her knee brushed against mine, and as she put her right hand against the bar, her knee settled against my leg, and I felt a hand on my knee. I sat there, a bit uneasy about the way things were moving. I wasn't used to aggressive women, and I was sure this one was used to playing games. Right now I felt like a mouse, and I knew who was the cat. "Come on," I said, standing up. If she wanted to play games, I'd play them. My way. Throwing a twenty on the bar, I grabbed her hand and started toward the door. A little to my surprise, I found her following along. I didn't look back, but I would have loved to see the look on Tom's face. Looking back wasn't part of the play though, so I pulled her along, and felt her long nails dig into my arm.
Exiting onto the street, I turned to her, and said simply "Where?" She nodded her head to the left. "Your place. Now." I started to take her hand but she reached out first, taking my arm in the strongest grip I'd ever felt from a woman, and she smiled that wicked grin of hers. My apartment was a block down to the left. She didn't ask for directions as she turned and walked into the dark access corridor. The light bulb had been missing for days and no one seemed interested in changing it. As we hit the darkness, she released my hand, and shoved me against the wall roughly. Catching my balance, I let my coat fall to the floor and found her upon me. Her cool lips sought mine and we kissed each other hungrily. Running my hands along her back, I pulled her to me and any lesser woman would have been crushed as I eagerly drew her to me. Impassioned, I pushed her back, and thrusting her against the opposite wall, I ripped her top down off her generous breasts, and began to run my hands roughly over their firmness. She sighed and her nails dug into the back of my head as she pulled my head down to her left nipple, which I took in my mouth and bit at lightly at first.
As her nails ran through my hair, I heard her pant "Harder" and I began to chew on it with greater vigor. As I worked at her breast, she ran one hand down my back, and pulled my shirt up as her nails, hard as iron, dug into my back, scratching deeply as they came along. Releasing her breast, I pushed against her and slid up her body, driving my hips between her thighs as she lifted her left leg, placing it along my ribs, and I thrust my torso against her, feeling her heat through my pants. I pulled the remainder of her top off, already ripped, throwing it aside carelessly. She wanted it rough, she'd get rough. Pulling her to me, I dug my fingers into her ass, and she moaned lightly, her teeth at my neck, biting lightly there. This surprised me as I was sure she would clamp down on anything she would get her teeth on, but I didn't think much of it as she reached down and deftly undid my belt, and then quickly popped my fly open.
Her hand snaked in my pants, grabbing roughly a hold of my engorged member, pulling it out and into the cool air. Her hand pulled and tugged at me, as I bit and chewed lightly on her ear. I reached down and started to remove her pants, but she thrust my hand away and within a second she was wriggling out of her pants. I reached down, and took her mound in my hand, feeling the fire there. Sinking a finger into her, I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and she thrust her hips against my hand roughly. "Now!" she screamed, "Do me now, God I'm hungry, I want it," disregarding her words, I pulled her to me and she straddled my hips, impaling herself on my thick cock. She screamed with pleasure and wrapped her legs around my waist, as she wiggled her hips ever so slightly in a circular motion. Slapping against her I drove deeply into her, feeling the wall shudder slightly as my weight pressed her against the wall.
The thought of someone entering the hallway never concerned me for a moment. As I drove into her, I felt her teeth at my neck again, and I smiled to myself. "Now," I thought, "She wants to bite? I'll show her a bite!" I placed my mouth over her shoulder and as I started to close my mouth, thrusting into her harder than before, slamming her against the wall, I bit down, and as my fangs entered her shoulder, I was surprised to feel her teeth sinking into my neck. Long, sharp canines. Like mine. Then I heard the laughter echoing in the night. Hers and mine.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 7:30 PM
Labels: fantasy
One Night Plump Mayan Heaven
Monday, March 5, 2007
Susan was a woman who did everything right. She went to the right school, got the right job, owned the right car, and had the right friends. That last part was her downfall. All of her life she was very careful that everyone she associated with was a perfect as she was. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, a perfect wardrobe shown off by a perfect figure, size 6. She had no use for, nor room in her life for, people who weren't perfect, or could help her. As a result of this, she did well in a material sense, but she had no real friends or lovers. "You use me, and I'll use you," was the creed of her associates.She was vacationing in Cancun when she first saw Mark. He was perfect. Wavy black hair, classic face, and an athlete’s body. They talked for a while and she discovered that he was well-read, sensitive and funny. Yet, there was sadness about him, as if he had had a great tragedy in his life. Susan found him irresistible. They danced and then went back to his room and made love. It was heaven! He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, to caress her. His kisses made her swoon and she squealed like a giddy teenager when he entered her. The next morning they made love again.
After breakfast, they went to a remote beach and swam in the nude. She had never made love outdoors before. The possibility of imminent discovery was very erotic. They swam some more and then made love on the steps of a Mayan ruin. As he thrust wildly into her, she swore she heard drums and felt hundreds of unseen eyes watching them as they writhed in primeval lust. Each orgasm was more intense and intoxicating than the last. She felt like a primitive, sacrificing her purity to appease and entertain the gods. Finally, it was over. The sun was setting, bathing them and the ruins in an unearthly glow. One more time they kissed. It was time to go back to the hotel.
Mark had seemed so happy all day, now that faint look of sadness had colored his eyes again. He got dressed without looking at Susan. She put on her bandeau. Odd; it seemed a bit snug. Then she slid into her jeans. It was a struggle to get them over her hips, then she could barely zip them! She was confused. Had they shrunk? No, the slight bulge of flesh around the waist verified her darkest fear. She had grown! She must have gained 5 lbs! She turned to Mark. What was going on? Mark was staring at her lustfully ... dressed as a Mayan! That was only for an instant. Mark was looking at her with that same curious mix of love and sadness, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. She thought she was hallucinating, but her clothes still fit like skin. Of course she HAD been eating more than usual on this trip.
Her Mayan vision must have been her imagination, helped by some tequila. "Let's go to dinner," he said. She smiled and took his hand. Suddenly, she was very hungry. Susan was a bit uncomfortable on the flight home. Her clothes were very snug, but that didn't stop her from having seconds and thirds of her dinner. The flight attendants had never seen someone enjoy airline food so much. Susan felt wonderful. For the 2 weeks she spent with Mark, she ate, slept and made love until she was more completely sated than she had ever been in her life. She was sure she would drop these12 lbs as soon as she got back to her job.
The next morning she was late for work because she had overslept. The bed had just felt TOO warm and cozy to leave it when the alarm went off. Besides, she had the urge to make herself a good breakfast. She hadn't done it in years and had forgotten how long it could take. Still, it is the most important meal of the day, so a stack of pancakes with syrup disappeared before she left. The ride to work was also interesting. She had never really paid attention to all the handsome men she saw along the way. She was especially attracted to the big, burly men with a bit of a paunch and hairy bodies. She knew she was changing. At that moment her car swerved. She could have sworn she saw Mark dressed as a Mayan, standing on the meridian and waving. When she blinked, he was gone. Cathy, the office bitch, commented that she had put on a few pounds and they all stared when Susan took a Danish off the coffee cart. In the 10 years she had worked there, no one had seen anything but celery sticks in her hand. Susan had trouble concentrating at work. Her mind was filled with an image of a mountain lake, and a cabin with smoke rising from the chimney. She couldn't figure it out. She had never been to such a place.
Finally, lunch time rolled around. She planned to eat at the salad bar down the block. On the way, she passed a tavern, a simple shot-and-beer kind of place. An intoxicating aroma of fresh cheeseburgers, fries, and sausage and peppers filled her lungs. She was ravenous! With only a slight hesitation, Susan sat down at the bar and ordered a beer, absently munching on the bowl of pretzels in front of her. She noticed this man playing pool, who resembled a bear more than anything else. He was so big and muscular and hairy. Such a man once would have turned her off, now she couldn't keep her eyes off him. She rubbed her now-soft thighs together as her sexual excitement heightened. Susan didn't return to work that day.
She spent the afternoon shooting pool with Glen. They left the bar around 8pm and went to her condo. It turned out that Glen was a rancher from Idaho who had come to town for a training session for the new computer he had bought for his ranch. When they got to her place she told him to fix himself a drink and she went to her bedroom to get comfortable. She had to. Her clothes were so tight she could barely breathe. Susan reached to unbutton the waist of her skirt and the button just popped off, pushed out by a very well rounded tummy. Suddenly the room was bathed in a blue glow. Susan turned and gasped. Mark was standing there, DRESSED AS A MAYAN! He spoke. "Susan, you have been blessed or cursed, it is up to you. Your heart was a small, shriveled thing, but it is growing as your body is growing. Accept love in your heart and you will find happiness. Reject it and be miserable for the rest of your days. That man outside sees the real you, the loving Susan, find her .... find her ... find her." His image began to fade. She looked at herself in the mirror. There was peacefulness about her that she had never seen before.
At that moment Glen entered the room. She saw his reflection in the mirror. He was looking at her with such devotion. No man had ever looked at her that way. So kind, so generous, so caring. She was falling in love with him! But there was more! She was growing! Susan felt herself EXPANDING! Her blouse was soon so tight that she could scarcely breathe. Relief came as the buttons popped off one by one and the blouse ripped up the back and around the sleeves. Her skirt literally shredded before her eyes as her hips, ass and stomach ballooned to incredible size. She felt so ... different. Massive, thick, ponderous. By now, her stomach was a huge ball of fat sticking way out in front of her. She could feel herself beginning to hunch over as her breasts grew bigger, fatter ... HEAVIER. She felt like a baby elephant as she tried to move to the bed to lie down. She couldn't believe it. In spite of what was happening to her, she felt happy, and VERY HORNY. Susan never made it to the bed. She could feel her now naked body growing bigger and fatter by the minute. She could actually hear the floor creaking under her increasing bulk.
By now she looked like one of those fertility statues; obscenely huge ass, massive tits supported by a rotund stomach, but she was not only growing fatter but taller, too. She placed her hands on her back in a vain attempt to support her exploding bosom, but it was hopeless. In a grunt of rage and resignation she dropped to her hands and knees. She was finally comfortable as her bloated breasts splayed out fatly in all directions, on the floor. She struggled to stand up, but she couldn't. She was just TOO FAT! Then, she remembered Glen. At first she couldn't see him, but she knew where he was. She could feel his erect penis pressed against her plump vulva; her plump, DRIPPING vulva. She felt him enter and she welcomed it, mooing contentedly as he did. Susan’s body shuddered as Glen thrust into her. Her great folds of fat rippled like Jell-O. Again and again she seemed to turn inside out as her body exploded into another soul-searing orgasm. Glen was also wild with lust. He had never made love to anyone so BIG! She was a human featherbed; soft and yielding. He seemed to float on top of her. Seeing her fleshy back ripple made him harder than he had ever been in his life. This was FANTASTIC! The room echoed with their screams as they climaxed together.
The next morning Susan awoke, feeling as if she had a hangover. She felt strange. She felt ... tiny. She looked at herself. She was back to a slim size 6! Had this been a dream? No; Glen was sleeping next to her. He awoke and smiled at her, then he also looked puzzled. He also wondered if it was a dream. Finally, Susan understood the spiritual message. She got out of bed, went to the kitchen and made a big breakfast. The smell of coffee brought in Glen, still naked. Susan rubbed some maple syrup on him and slowly licked it off. Glen took food and stuffed it into her mouth. More and more until her cheeks puffed out. Between gulps she whispered," Yes darling. Stuff me. Make me fat. I want to be fat. I NEED TO BE FAT!" When she couldn't eat another bite, he put her on her hands and knees and fucked her until she swooned. "Baby, I'm going to take you back to my ranch ... as my wife. Then I'm going to stuff you like a hog, and breed you like a mare." At those words, Susan squealed in a wonderful orgasm. They were married and Susan quickly grew plump. She got even larger once the babies started to come. They lived happily.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 12:15 PM
Labels: fetish
Hot Catholic Girl's School
In high school, I used to ride on the bus with some girls from a Catholic school. I had my eye on the prettiest one for a long while. Her name was Mary. At sixteen, I had a constant hard-on, no experience and a lot of curiosity. My selfish urges overpowered my realization that we had nothing in common. I asked her out and she accepted. She was overjoyed at my attention. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and by the realization that I couldn't understand anything she was saying due to the noise on the bus. I just nodded my head. Now I'm sure you think you know what comes next. Young boy finds carnal bliss. Well, I didn't find it with Mary. Her cool head prevailed (luckily for both of us probably) and we never got past first base. We were looking for different things. She wanted to go out and do things with me. I wanted to find out what her breasts looked like.I was working six days a week and she was keeping her blouse on, so we had no basis for a relationship. Selfish person, I got what I deserved. I gave a lot of thought over the years to how it could have turned out differently. It left me with a desire to fulfill my teen-age dreams and go all the way with Mary or someone like her. I thought about her in that cute school uniform, the white blouse, the skirt ending just above the knee, the white socks, the polished, black shoes. I thought about the one time I saw her bra down her shirt. I thought about the one time she bent over a little too far so that her dress went up just enough for me to see her white panties.
I met Ginger many years after high school. She was no Mary despite the fact she had gone to Catholic School. She did remain a virgin until after she graduated high school, but between that time and the time I met her, she turned into a bold, imaginative and wonderful lover. She was also an incredible mind reader, so I shouldn't have been so surprised by her birthday present to me. I went over to Ginger's house on my 27th birthday. She opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from cumming on the spot! There she was, almost as if taken from my fondest memories, wearing the white blouse, white socks, and tartan wool skirt of her old school. She had her hair in a school girl ponytail. Her small breasts pressed against her shirt. Her cute ass gave shape to the skirt.
Ginger pecked me on the lips, gave me an innocent hug and said, "I'm curious about sex. Could you show me how?" There were no sweeter words she could have said. I'd been waiting years to be able to explore the pleasures of sex with this fantasy figure. I wanted to savor this experience, recreate the thrill and curiosity and tension I felt, hoping to get into Mary's pants. "First", I said, "there's the kiss. Open your lips a little and put them against mine." She stood on tip toes and gently kissed me. I put my arms around her, careful to stay on first. I slowly moved my tongue along to her lips and searched for hers inside her mouth. I felt it, rough and soft and wet. She wouldn't reciprocate at first, then she started to get into it.
As usual, she brought me close to cumming, just with her lips and tongue against mine. Oh, did she make me hard! I broke from her and said, in my best professorial tone, "That is called French kissing". She jumped up and down. "Oh, that was fun! It made me feel so juicy inside." I knew Ginger and I knew what she meant by juicy. But how I longed to show the fantasy Ginger what the juiciness was for. I said, "I liked it too, you sure are a good kisser. Well, that was first base, do you want to go to second?" I nodded in the general direction of her chest. Ginger played coy. "Well, I don't know, maybe just a little, to see what it's like." I put my hand on her left breast, or what there was of it. Ginger really doesn't have much besides nipples, which is a real turn-on for me.
Her breasts were pretty much lost in the blouse. It felt like she had a padded training bra on underneath. Anyway, my rubbing and squeezing wasn't doing much good. "Gee, I don't feel a thing", said Ginger, confirming my fears. "There must be more to it than this. If it's second, it should be better than first." "Well let me try this", I said, unbuttoning the top button of the blouse. I put my hand down the front of her shirt and into the bra. Ginger let out squeals of delight and mock embarrassment as I gently stroked her nipples to erection. The blouse slowly slipped past her shoulders and down, over her breasts to her waist. I asked Ginger if I could take her bra off. "Oh, but then you'll be able to see my breasts!", she said. I begged her, "They feel so wonderful, please let me see them! It's not really second base unless I can kiss them." She nodded, OK, and, with coordination befitting atypical 16 year old, I fumbled with the clasp in the back. I let the bra rest on her shoulders and placed my lips on her right breast, moving under the bra to her nipple, nuzzling it's wonderful firmness with my lips. I licked and sucked it bringing sincere moans from Ginger. I stopped, and with an innocent voice, I asked Ginger if she'd like to find out about third. She asked what third was and I told her it was "petting below the waist". "That sounds like fun!", she said. I told Ginger that she should feel free to put her hands anywhere she wanted.
She put one on my thigh, not the boldest of moves. I put a hand on her dress, feeling her soft, strong leg underneath. I moved my hand halfway up her thigh, pulling the dress up with it. I reached under the dress, feeling naked thigh. I had fantasized about this moment throughout most of my post-pubescent life. Here was my hand, underneath that wool skirt, inches away from the mysteries of pleasure I longed to experience. I slowly slid my hand higher and higher, up into the warmness, until my hand reached the delicate cotton fabric that foretold of delights to come.
Meanwhile, Ginger's hand had slid, unbeknownst to me, up to my wonderfully hard cock. "Oooh, it's so hard and long!", she said, exploring outside my zipper. I was too engaged to comment. I had succeeded in lifting up her dress. She was sitting with her legs together, so, although I could see her beautiful panties, her charms remained well hidden. Her ass cheeks did poke out cutely from the sides of her undies. Meanwhile, Ginger had pulled my cock from my pants. "Wow! It's got this big fat head on top and all these veins," She stroked it, making believe she didn't know how excited it was getting me. I countered by putting a hand down the front of her panties. I traced the folds of her labia up to her clit and stroked it with the rotating motion that always makes Ginger come. She ground her cunt into my hand and began to hump on it in a frenzy. Ginger came in no time flat, shooting her juices into the pure white panties.
By this time, it was impossible for either of us to keep up the pretense. I grabbed a rubber. Ginger raised her ass in the air and I stuck my cock under her skirt. I pushed her panties to one side and thrust my rock hard cock into her steaming, wet puss. She pushed her ass at my cock with a sharp, rhythmic motion. I thrusted deep inside her, my hips slapping against her ass. Oh, the sight of my cock, plunging under her clothes, pushing the pink cunt flesh aside, deeper and deeper. I held back for as long as I could, but, finally, I found myself unable to hold back from consummating my fantasy of fifteen years. My ass muscles tightened. My jaws clamped shut. My balls shot a gusher of cum out of my throbbing cock and into my warm, sassy and fun friend, Ginger. I wonder what I'll get for my birthday this year?
Posted by Lady Erotica at 1:49 AM
Labels: exploring
Frolicking Through The Meadows
Sunday, March 4, 2007
It's a beautiful sunny afternoon. My lover has suggested that we leave our castle and go walking on the grounds for a while; even castles get stuffy sometimes. I smile and take his arm. "What a lovely idea!"Outside the sun has bathed our meadow in a golden glow. The thyme is in full bloom, along with a little mountain heather which my lover has persuaded to grow for me. There are also wild daisies and other meadow flowers poking up through the tall grass. As always, the sight transfixes me. My meadow, with its long green grass, is like another world for me, a safe haven from the daily cares of running a castle. In the midst of the verdure, we come to a stop, and my lover gently slides his arms around me and draws me to him.
"You're so beautiful, with the sunlight on your hair," he murmurs, and he kisses my face lovingly. As always, his touch makes my knees melt. I lift my face to his kisses and our lips and tongues meet, deepening our embrace. His tongue twines around mine and he sucks at my lips. Our mouths are wrestling gently, pulling, teasing, probing each other. His tongue fills my mouth with delight, and I slide to my knees in the tall grass, moaning softly. He follows me, his fingers already deftly undoing the laces of my velvet bodice. I smile at his eagerness.
"Mmmmmmm, love," I whisper into his ear. Since my mouth is there, I gently lick and bite his ear and blow gently into it. I know what will drive him mad with desire and I inhale, as if sucking his ear. Then I thrust my breasts forward, eager for the touch of his hot tongue, and he does not disappoint me.
He thrusts his face between my breasts, kissing them, still tearing at the laces of my gown. At last my breasts are free, their creamy globes released into his waiting hands. Gently, trembling, he kisses my nipples, sucking them, making them hard. He bites into my milky flesh, and I moan with delight. I want his mark on me, his brand showing everyone that I am his. He bites and sucks at my skin, drawing my flesh into his mouth with his lips and teeth. It hurts, and I gasp, wriggling under his hands.
He becomes both gentler and more violent; there is an intense light in his eyes. He covers me with many little bites, laughing as I cry out and try to move away. I try to push at him, and he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head backwards. His teeth are against my white throat, and I tremble, knowing that I am powerless to stop him. I know my eyes are bright with excitement.
"You're MINE," he says, and his voice is hoarse with desire. He kisses my neck, my face, my eyes, my lips. He lets me go and I fall backward into the grass, pulling him down with me to kiss him. I want him to take me now, to make me his in every way, but even though he wants me too, I can see in his eyes that he intends to make me wait. He smiles, ignoring my mute pleas, resting his weight very lightly against me.
He captures a breast in his hand and plays with it, his fingers moving very slowly over my nipple. At the same time, he parts my thighs with one knee and rubs it back and forth against me through my heavy skirts. Already aroused, I am nearly mad with desire for him, but he is taking his time, cupping my breast, running his hand down my body, stroking my face. He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pouring my soul into his through his mouth. His lips still locked to mine, he pulls up my skirt. I catch his hips between my knees and pull his body down to mine, and we roll a little in the grass, rubbing against each other hungrily.
He pulls a little away from me to undo the laces of his codpiece, which he does not need to pad, and I reach forward to help him. His cock springs free, and I take it in my hand. It is so hard, so beautiful, so perfect, and I have to put it in my mouth. I lay my head against his knee and begin to suck and lick his shaft, pausing every once in a while to kiss and lick his balls. He is enjoying the attention, becoming even harder under my ministrations.
First I take his head into my mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking gently. I love the taste of him, sweet and at the same time faintly salty. I move my tongue over his head in quick little butterfly movements, then fasten my lips around it and suck as hard as I can, almost as if to pull it off. He moans quietly, stroking my hair, his fingers begging me mutely to continue. I engulf his head and then his shaft with my mouth, my tongue continuing to move strongly up and down his length in counter rhythm to my sucking. His breathing deepens, and I feel him begin to thrust against my throat; I cup his balls, pressing behind them with my finger, and hear him gasp.
I know what he wants, and I increase the speed and tension of my sucking, falling into a hard and fast rhythm. Every once in a while I break the rhythm to bring my mouth back a little and tongue his head, and then I suck on it fiercely before once again swallowing his full length. I can feel my thighs becoming damp with my own liquid excitement, even though he is not touching me except for his fingers entwined in my hair.
His release is sudden, sending a spurt of hot semen against the back of my throat as he calls my name out loud. Greedily I swallow every drop and lick my way back up the shaft, tonguing the last of it from his head, tasting him from the tip of my tongue all the way down to the deepest part of my throat.
I look up at his face and see his satisfied smile, the look of tenderness in his eyes. I stretch myself out along the length of his body and we embrace, caressing each other with our fingers and our tongues, content to lie awhile in the sunshine in our meadow.
*
At the same time, my lover and I wake up. The sun is a little lower in the sky, but the grass is still warm. I stretch a little, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out.
My lover smiles, reaches out and cups my breast. Kneeling over me, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks. I gasp and then put a hand behind his head to hold him there, slipping the other arm around his waist and pressing him to me. I feel his penis stiffen against my thigh, and I throw my head back, reveling in his desire for me and mine for him. He laughs at me and goes back to sucking my nipples, his mouth alternately gentle and rough.
His mouth trails down my body, and his hands pull aside the material of my dress. He pauses at my navel and fills the round bowl with kisses, swirling his tongue around it and in it. I moan and move my hips, begging him to kiss between my thighs, but again he makes me wait, the merciless man.
He kneels back and picks up my foot. Smiling, he begins to suck and lick my toes and the ball of first one foot, then the other. I scream at him, pounding my fists in the grass, for all the good that does. He kisses and licks my feet slowly, and then begins to move, still slowly, up between my legs. By the time he reaches my knees I am utterly lost, no longer sure that I can remain conscious. His tongue on my inner thigh inspires me to try.
His mouth at long last reaches my sex, and I cry out in relief as he kisses me there over and over again. His tongue finds my clitoris and plays with it, while he inserts first one finger, then two, into my wet sheath. My hands grasp him by the hair, holding him to me, pressing him into me, using him for my pleasure. He gasps once or twice for breath but otherwise bravely endures the onslaught of my thighs and my sex. I close my eyes and scream......
Coming back to earth, I find him looking up at me and smiling. His face is wet, and I pull him up to lie over me, kissing him over and over, licking my own juices off of his face. We taste me together and agree wordlessly that it is good.
He spreads my thighs again, and I feel his penis pressing against me. Still kissing him, I lift my hips a little, and he slides into me. Immediately, my muscles tighten around him, and he begins to move in and out of me while I move with him, tightening and relaxing over and over.
It's slow at first, as we simply enjoy the closeness of making love before giving in to the urgent need for orgasm. His hands and mouth on my body are gentle yet insistent, his eyes full of love. Impulsively, I wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me, feeling his skin against mine, his breath in my hair. His hot mouth tastes mine again and again, and I forget where I am and who I am, knowing only that he is with me, thrusting into me and covering me with kisses.
Everything around me is tinted with a pink haze, and I feel as if I'm floating. I hook my legs around him and pull him deeper into me, bucking against him fiercely, crying out over and over again. His response is to strengthen the speed and intensity of his thrusts, pushing harder and deeper inside my body. I arch my back, pushing up against him with my hips, and thrusting out my breasts; he seizes a nipple in his mouth, and the resulting feelings push me over the edge of ecstasy. As my vagina tightens convulsively around his penis again and again, my hips bucking against his, he too loses control. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us as he pumps his seed deep inside my body.
Panting and gasping, I cling to him. He collapses for a moment, his head between my breasts, but then he raises himself up and gives me that smug smile that he can't refrain from every time we make love. He kisses me again, a long, deep, kiss, telling me wordlessly how much he loves me, and I respond with everything in me. We lie side by side for a while, cuddling each other, touching, kissing, and talking softly, until the air becomes cool and I start to shiver. Then, smiling at each other, we rearrange our clothing and rise. We walk hand in hand through the lengthening shadows back to our castle, silent, each remembering the delight we shared in the meadow.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 4:47 AM
Labels: strange places
Britney Roughed Me Up
Saturday, March 3, 2007
We walked down to get my baggage and Britney made sure that she walked in front of me so I could watch the flex of those gorgeous legs of hers. We talked while waiting for my bags and she would verbally tease me every chance she got. My bags finally came out and I pulled them off of the conveyor belt. They were heavy and I suggested we find a porter to take them out for us. Britney said, " don't be silly, I'm stronger than any of them ever thought of being. I'll carry the bag you think is so heavy; do you think you can manage the camera?" And she picked up my bag as if it were empty and off we went. When we had the bags loaded into the car she took my hand and placed it on her arm then she flexed. The muscle exploded and my hand could not fit around it. Britney said, "this is what a real arm feels like and you are going to be feeling it a lot around your scrawny little neck and weak body as I crush you into unconsciousness."
We arrived at my hotel, checked in and the bell man took us to the room. I had gotten a suite as Britney had instructed me to. After the bell man had been tipped and he left Britney walked over to me; wearing her 4" heels she stood about 6'2". I looked up into her smiling face as she raised her right arm and flexed her muscle in my face. She then grabbed a handful of hair and wrapped her arm around my neck in a headlock. "Put your hand on my arm and feel how hard my female muscle gets as I knock you out". I touched her arm and the next thing I knew was Britney straddling my body as I lay on the floor. When she saw me open my eyes she laughed and said, "You only lasted 3 seconds but I won't put you out so fast from now on. I want you to squirm and cry and beg some. Now sit up and put your neck between my thighs. You may feel them as I crush you out again". She slowly began to squeeze and I was begging her to stop. "What's the matter little man am I too strong for you? I told you how strong I was but you didn't believe me did you? I'll bet you do now don't you?
Well, can't you talk? Do you want me to finish you off or continue this?" I couldn't answer her so she just kept squeezing she kept me at the point near being knocked out and at the most pain until she was tired of toying with me. Britney reached down and placed one of my hands on each of her thighs and let me feel the rock hard muscle for a minute or so; she then put on more power and I sank into merciful unconsciousness. This time when I woke up she was dressed in her new turquoise bikini and 5" heels. As I opened my eyes and looked up at her she flexed her arms and legs and really laughed as she heard my breath catch. She bent over and lifted me to my wobbly feet with a handful of hair. She wrapped her arms around my head and crushed my face into her huge boobs. "Kiss my chest wimp or I'll crush your skull into pulp." I frantically did as she had commanded and she released me. "Now lets sit down and I'll take you on a tour of my muscles." We sat on the couch and she allowed me to feel her arms, stomach and leg muscles. Then she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and brought our lips together. As I felt her tongue flicker around my lips and into my mouth she tightened her grip on my neck and knocked me out with one hand.
Britney then wrapped her long legs around my waist and destroyed me time and time again with this hold. Then she put me into a frontal head scissors she would squeeze me until I passed out, ease up until I came to then squeeze again. Britney was tireless she knocked me out like this I don't know how many times. Finally she had me crawl over to her and kiss every inch of her body from toe to head. As my lips would touch a muscle she would flex it for me. The entire time she was working me over she kept up a constant stream of verbal humiliation. She forced me to come as she placed my Dick between her biceps and forearm and flexed and relaxed; flexed and relaxed. Finally she allowed me to rest before we went to dinner. During dinner Britney kept up her verbal teasing. She would put my hand on her arm and thighs and flex as she would say things like, " feel the power ? These are too much for you; You haven't felt the full power of this muscle yet. I can snap your neck with my arms and bust your ribs to."
After dinner was turned to the room; Britney told me to strip down to my shorts as she went into the bath room. When she came out she had on a robe. She made me stand in front of her as she slowly untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in her heels and once again flexed her entire body. My response to this was immediately evident and she laughed at me. Before I could respond she had grabbed me up in a bear hug and slowly crushed me into oblivion. I came to still being held in the arms of this beautiful Amazon.
When she was sure I was conscious she dropped me to the floor and scissored my neck between her powerful calves. "Now you strip off those pants little one - they don't seem to be doing much good anyway." I was trying to get them off as fast as I could as she was increasing the pressure around my neck; I got the pants off about the same time that Britney shot a burst of power into the hold and knocked me out again.
This time when I came to she was laying on top of me with her huge boobs right over my face. "Lick these babies or I'll break you in half right now." I began licking and sucking like I was a baby at feeding time. Here I was a 44 year old male being made to jump at the commands of a 26 year old female for fear she would in fact break me in half. Britney rolled us over and wrapped her legs around my ribs and began to squeeze. I could feel the ribs bending and I begged her not to break them. She laughed and said, "I'm just going to soften you up a little for now but I am going to break some ribs for you before you go home. I'll let you pick which muscle I use to do it with. Right now I'm going to make you cry for me". And she did. She crushed with her legs and then placed a hand on each side of my head and began to squeeze in. I was crying like a baby when she finally stopped.
"Now little baby come over here and put your face between my legs and see if you can stay awake long enough to do anything". I tried to last but her strength was too much for me. Britney must have knocked me out 50 times before she allowed me to sleep. The next day she woke me up by hugging me to her until I was begging her to stop. We had breakfast and then she took me on a tour of LA still teasing me and flexing while I touched her arms and legs. And she made good on her promise. She broke two of my ribs with her arms in a bear hug. I was totally out classed by this beautiful woman.
We arrived at my hotel, checked in and the bell man took us to the room. I had gotten a suite as Britney had instructed me to. After the bell man had been tipped and he left Britney walked over to me; wearing her 4" heels she stood about 6'2". I looked up into her smiling face as she raised her right arm and flexed her muscle in my face. She then grabbed a handful of hair and wrapped her arm around my neck in a headlock. "Put your hand on my arm and feel how hard my female muscle gets as I knock you out". I touched her arm and the next thing I knew was Britney straddling my body as I lay on the floor. When she saw me open my eyes she laughed and said, "You only lasted 3 seconds but I won't put you out so fast from now on. I want you to squirm and cry and beg some. Now sit up and put your neck between my thighs. You may feel them as I crush you out again". She slowly began to squeeze and I was begging her to stop. "What's the matter little man am I too strong for you? I told you how strong I was but you didn't believe me did you? I'll bet you do now don't you?
Well, can't you talk? Do you want me to finish you off or continue this?" I couldn't answer her so she just kept squeezing she kept me at the point near being knocked out and at the most pain until she was tired of toying with me. Britney reached down and placed one of my hands on each of her thighs and let me feel the rock hard muscle for a minute or so; she then put on more power and I sank into merciful unconsciousness. This time when I woke up she was dressed in her new turquoise bikini and 5" heels. As I opened my eyes and looked up at her she flexed her arms and legs and really laughed as she heard my breath catch. She bent over and lifted me to my wobbly feet with a handful of hair. She wrapped her arms around my head and crushed my face into her huge boobs. "Kiss my chest wimp or I'll crush your skull into pulp." I frantically did as she had commanded and she released me. "Now lets sit down and I'll take you on a tour of my muscles." We sat on the couch and she allowed me to feel her arms, stomach and leg muscles. Then she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and brought our lips together. As I felt her tongue flicker around my lips and into my mouth she tightened her grip on my neck and knocked me out with one hand.
Britney then wrapped her long legs around my waist and destroyed me time and time again with this hold. Then she put me into a frontal head scissors she would squeeze me until I passed out, ease up until I came to then squeeze again. Britney was tireless she knocked me out like this I don't know how many times. Finally she had me crawl over to her and kiss every inch of her body from toe to head. As my lips would touch a muscle she would flex it for me. The entire time she was working me over she kept up a constant stream of verbal humiliation. She forced me to come as she placed my Dick between her biceps and forearm and flexed and relaxed; flexed and relaxed. Finally she allowed me to rest before we went to dinner. During dinner Britney kept up her verbal teasing. She would put my hand on her arm and thighs and flex as she would say things like, " feel the power ? These are too much for you; You haven't felt the full power of this muscle yet. I can snap your neck with my arms and bust your ribs to."
After dinner was turned to the room; Britney told me to strip down to my shorts as she went into the bath room. When she came out she had on a robe. She made me stand in front of her as she slowly untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in her heels and once again flexed her entire body. My response to this was immediately evident and she laughed at me. Before I could respond she had grabbed me up in a bear hug and slowly crushed me into oblivion. I came to still being held in the arms of this beautiful Amazon.
When she was sure I was conscious she dropped me to the floor and scissored my neck between her powerful calves. "Now you strip off those pants little one - they don't seem to be doing much good anyway." I was trying to get them off as fast as I could as she was increasing the pressure around my neck; I got the pants off about the same time that Britney shot a burst of power into the hold and knocked me out again.
This time when I came to she was laying on top of me with her huge boobs right over my face. "Lick these babies or I'll break you in half right now." I began licking and sucking like I was a baby at feeding time. Here I was a 44 year old male being made to jump at the commands of a 26 year old female for fear she would in fact break me in half. Britney rolled us over and wrapped her legs around my ribs and began to squeeze. I could feel the ribs bending and I begged her not to break them. She laughed and said, "I'm just going to soften you up a little for now but I am going to break some ribs for you before you go home. I'll let you pick which muscle I use to do it with. Right now I'm going to make you cry for me". And she did. She crushed with her legs and then placed a hand on each side of my head and began to squeeze in. I was crying like a baby when she finally stopped.
"Now little baby come over here and put your face between my legs and see if you can stay awake long enough to do anything". I tried to last but her strength was too much for me. Britney must have knocked me out 50 times before she allowed me to sleep. The next day she woke me up by hugging me to her until I was begging her to stop. We had breakfast and then she took me on a tour of LA still teasing me and flexing while I touched her arms and legs. And she made good on her promise. She broke two of my ribs with her arms in a bear hug. I was totally out classed by this beautiful woman.
Posted by Lady Erotica at 6:43 PM
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