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A contest of erotic stories and tales: 'New Year's Resolution'


The time has almost come to evaluate the past year and decide twhat things to change when the New Year arrives.. This is a challenge to wrap those resolutions in a sexual or erotic tale and post your story in this thread. Each participant will be rewarded and the winner gets an amazing price.. Who dares sending in their story to be read by the scrutenous audience we have here? Who will join in this jousting game of words and thoughts, fantasy and imagination? All entries are accepted if the rules are followed...

0. Post your stories under this thread... The clock is ticking.
1. The theme of the story has to do with New Yera's resolutions.
2. Post your story in this thread before the deadline, the 24th of december.
3. Preferred language of writing is english.
4. Stories and tales will not be longer as 5000 words, shorter stories are welcomed warm-heartedly.
5. The 24th of december, a poll will be added. Everyone can vote and the number of votes for a writer, determines the ranking for the prices.
6. 31st of december the poll is closed and the winners are known.
7. The rewards are: 1. Winner gets 10,000 A$ or 1 year subsctiption
                                 2. Runner-up will get 5000 or 3 months subscription
                                 3. Third will get 1500 A$ or 1 month subsciption.
                                 4. All contenders will receive 250 for sending in a store!!!

To anyone who will read and not write, leave your vote between 24th and 31st of december aqnd help decide who will get the first price!!!
So please VOTE!!!

GOOD LUCK!!!

damn having a theme kind of fucks me up... thats why I got a fucking C in comparative literature lmao

Can I suggest that the poll be extended for an additional week to allow more people to vote and all stories to be considered.

I am told by competitive strategists that it is never wise to go first. Embarrassed However, since I offer this story in the spirit of fun, I hope someone enjoys it as much as I did writing it. Grin For those of you who are accomplished authors, I provide the caveat that I consider proper grammar "restricting". Therefore, please forgive my transgressions against the English language. Finally, obviously this submission ends my potential reign as a contest judge. I look forward to reading everyone's work, but will not submit a vote.


                                                         Through the Looking Glass  -   Part  1     West69


Alice stood looking intently into the full-length mirror. She had just stepped out of the shower in her second floor room at the Hotel Andreotti. She could hardly believe she was in Rome. She had made a resolution for adventure almost 11 months ago, and the year was rapidly coming to a close.

Her mind clicked back to the image staring at her in the mirror. She was a full 6'2" in height, intimidating to some men, but majestic as a woman. Coal black hair cascaded down her back all the way to the gentle arch above her hips, reminiscent  of the mane of a Lipizzaner stallion. Her eyes, a natural hazel/brown, would be changed to indigo using the deep blue contacts she brought. She let her eyes follow the nape of her neck, down her shoulders, past the European sized 87C, well formed breasts, to her narrow waist.

She dropped her towel, revealing the newly shaved area just above her pubic bone. She giggled because it was the first time she had looked down there since her little tuft of rich black hair was removed. She couldn't resist moving her hand across the area, then down slightly, tempted to rub just a little. She felt a tightening in her nipples, and decided, "No", she would wait, in case her plans went astray. There would always be later in the warmth of the room, maybe with legs spread feeling the flames in the fireplace reaching out to embrace her. Then maybe a slow dance under the golden portable shower head, intentionally designed as a perfect phallic substitute. Her thoughts started to carry her away again anticipating the pulsing pleasure of the warm torrents of water caressing her clit, but she caught herself and tried to regain focus on her resolution.

She let herself daydream a little about the fun of pretending to be an American. In fact she had registered under the name of "Alice
Miller" because it was so blatantly American tourist. Her thinking being, that Italian men always hit on American women.The women were on vacation, oblivious to where they were, and most of the time silly. They made the perfect Italian score, physical pleasure, but no commitments. As she looked back in the mirror, she realized how stupid she was. She was European to the core. She was from Madrid and her culture and mannerisms were clearly European. She was a mix of Brazilian and African on her mother's side, with a contribution of other exotic ethnicities from her father. Her skin was a creamy chocolate, the same color as rich espresso with sweet cream swirled in. She was only 20 years old, and when she smiled it revealed she was a girl. But if she pouted her lips, tilted her head down, and brought her eyes up to meet yours, she could have easily passed for 26 or 28 years old. She was sultry, and even a man transfixed by her beauty, could not mistake the confidence and style of a European woman.

Returning to the moment, she began to dress herself, pulling on the fresh pair of purple panties and lace bra. Orchids were her favorite flower, so of course shades of violet, lavender, and deep purple were her choice for lingerie. She decided she would use a very subtle shade of amethyst as eye shadow. Not enough to detract from the blue contacts, but enough so that her fantasy lover would notice, when her clothes came off, her eye shadow, bra, and panties all welcomed you together. She hurriedly slipped into a white sundress, just short enough you could not miss her thighs. The days had been warm in Rome, so a multicolored long scarf was added just to fend off the chill of the evening. Her outfit was completed with Prada "Aviators" to make her more mysterious.  Matching Prada pumps provided an air of affluence, stylish, but not haughty. She made sure the heels were short enough for walking the cobblestone streets comfortably, but just tall enough to stretch her calves with each step. Any truly attentive man notices the calf muscles of a woman as they tighten, and tease you into wondering if the thighs would welcome you with equal power.

Now, out of the room, and down the sweeping stairway into the lobby of the Andreotti. Simply stepping out of an elevator would ruin it. She descended the stairway, knowing all eyes were on her, and as she glided between the 15th century renaissance tables and huge urns of flower arrangements, she saw a movement on her right. Back in the shadows of the Via Veneto bar a man's head turned and followed her. She felt his fixed gaze from across the lobby, almost hot against her skin. She had to keep moving or she would lose her nerve.

She could not see the man in the bar's features, but was sure by his movement that he never took his eyes off her. The massive carved iron and beveled glass doors opened in front of her, and she stepped onto the Via Castelfidardo. The Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps were only 20 minutes walking time, but she turned the opposite direction seeking the more rustic narrow streets through the residences.

Matronly women watched her with admiration from their old iron balconies. A few who once had her fieriness in their youth recognized what was on her mind. You could almost inhale the earthy desire as she glided past. Men froze their ancient chess games, and held their wine glasses in the air, unable to move them closer to their lips or to set them down. Memories of youthful erections teased smiles of satisfaction as Alice swept by them.

She kept moving past the bakeries and little shops, most of which were shuttering themselves for the evening.
A few people smiled as she slowly climbed the rise of the narrow street, but most were already thinking of preparing dinner or an early aperitif in their rooftop garden. The smell of fresh baked bread and pungent ripe green olives had almost carried her away when the street opened into a small piazza. It was very old, perhaps 800 to 900 years, with rock pavers worn smooth by passersby over the centuries. The piazza, no more than 30 feet in diameter was ringed by apartments, and in the center were a guitarist and a saxophone player, quietly jamming to their own muse. At the edge of the circular piazza were three small rows of rock benches, sparsely occupied by a few locals. The musicians paid the crowd little attention, although they hoped for a spare coin in appreciation. The listeners made no demands of them. They just drank in the acoustic sounds as they floated up to meet the last of the sun's rays caressing the apartment tops.

"Alice" decided to sit and accept the artful gift of the musicians. Even though only six to eight people were there in the piazza, she sat down in the second row toward the end, away from the other listeners.  As she gazed about the circle, she felt a person's knees behind her, gently pressed against her back. He must have sat down close behind her when she was not paying attention.
She politely moved to the left to give him more room, but his legs seemed to follow her. He had now opened them slightly, so the upper part of his calves just grazed her arms. She could feel he was quite muscular, possibly a professional soccer player or athlete. She did not want to move again so she leaned back slightly and his legs caught her, allowing her to recline a bit. Then he leaned forward, moving her long black hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. This startled her, but she felt a warmness just below the newly shaved pubic area. Her eyes quickly looked first at the musicians, then toward her fellow concertgoers. No one was watching her. Her breath quickened at first, but she was soon able to control it. Was she really doing this? She was trembling, but reminded herself of the resolution.

Without turning, she reached her arm behind her, her hand eagerly searching for a response. His hand met hers and he moved her hand to the zipper on his pants. He had cleverly placed a long coat in his lap, so no one could see they were touching.

Together with her hand, the stranger moved his zipper down, and she felt him, hard and pulsing. He was not wearing underwear.
He helped her form a circle between her finger and thumb, and moved her up the shaft of his cock, just below the head. She could not pull away now. The sax player was pelting out a mournful solo, and she began moving their hands together up and down the strangers cock. She could feel his excitement, as he stiffened, and lifted his hips slightly. She could feel herself getting wet, but was so busy she could not touch herself without interrupting his pleasure. She turned the palm of her hand upward, flat against his cock, and moved it faster. She ached to turn around, throw off his coat, and take him full in her mouth, feeling his heat, all the way in. But a few people were there, and she flashed on the thought of trying to explain to her parents how she got arrested in Rome. She continued stroking him, hearing his breath quicken, until he exploded. He was as silent as he could contain himself, but her hand was wet with his essence. It was warm like the handlotion she heated at home before she secretly rubbed it on herself when alone.

There was a shudder, then the man leaned back. She could hear him exhale, and she knew her hand had pleased him. As she started to turn and offer him her best smile, the musicians suddenly stopped and began packing up their instruments. The crowd, knowing the concert was over, began to look about, one or two locals taking notice of her. They weren't sure how to interpret the look on her face, but clearly she had been carried to some level of ecstasy by more than the refrains of the guitar. When she was able to regain her composure, she turned, and the man was gone.

At first she was disappointed, but upon reflection realized that regret had no place in her adventure. She was proud that she had shown resolve, and that she was able to silently please an unknown lover, even though he could not return the favor. There was nothing left to do but pull her wet panties apart so they would dry a little under her white dress as she began her walk back to the Andreotti. Maybe she would enjoy a glass of port in the bar, then return to her room, and let her anxious fingers play the part of the stranger.

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The light in the piazza had faded. Only shadows left from the flickering of the candlelight from a few apartment windows high up on the stone walls. Alice started her walk back to the hotel, suddenly realizing she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. She would be famished by the time she completed the walk back, although it was scarcely a mile. Maybe she could talk room service into fixing her some Mexican food. Tacquitos were her favorite, especially chicken, sprinkled with fresh pico de gallo.

As she moved down the narrow street, her path hugging the walls rising up to a darkening sky, she heard the faint echo of her heels on the pavers. At first the sound was rhythmic, tapping about a cadence as her legs cut through the thick, moist air of the inner city. But soon, it was discomforting because the echoing footsteps were a second out of sync. She quickened her pace to test her suspicions, but the echoes returned slightly faster than her own. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, but worked to calm herself. She had wanted adventure, but not danger. She sped up, but could hear a person following her, pressing to catch up to her. She darted through a short-cut in a wall, and could just see the front of the Andreotti in the distance. More people were on the main street now, and the sounds of the pursuer silently fell away. She entered the hotel lobby quickly, and took the elevator this time. Out of the elevator, one sharp turn, and she pressed her key into the lock. She was back in her room safe. The pounding in her chest started to subside, although her pussy had been wet with anticipation.

She crumpled into the thick leather Isabella chair, and ran her hands up and down the smooth myrtle veneer arms of the chair.
Waves of fear subsided as the elegance of the chair and its strong arms comforted her. As she relaxed more, her stomach reminded her of the need for food. Something that would satisfy her body's need for sustenance, but also something hot that she would allow her mouth to toy with to help satiate her desire. As she got up to look for the room service menu, a knock at the door startled her. She approached the door, put her back to it, hoping they would not know she was there. She listened, but the knock came again, not loud, but determined. Finally, getting the courage to look through the viewer, she saw him.

Soft green eyes, and wavy blonde/brown hair. A muscular neck, and powerful arms extending out of a simple black t-shirt. He stood patiently, but resolutely, expecting the door to open. He was not a hotel employee. She looked down at an angle through the peephole and he was holding a long coat. She recognized it from the piazza. As she was convincing herself to continue hiding behind the door, he suddenly smiled a bright and knowing grin. She had been caught. Somehow he knew she was looking at him through the tiny viewer.

Her body relaxed and she opened the door slightly, just a bit at first, but then she unlatched it, put her hand in his, and pulled him slowly into the room. No words were spoken. He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom, cradlding her body with one powerful arm, and tossing aside the down coverlet. He laid her back carefully, taking in the vision of her tanned legs and torso as they slid down onto the alabaster white silk sheets. His gaze moved up to her breasts, neck and face and she appeared to glow with desire against the background of the virginal white bedding. She reached up to him, kissing him full on the mouth, then pressing his face to her belly. Pushing his head down between her thighs. His lips parted and began a long slow movement with his tongue, first around the outside of her, then up to her clit, then deeper inside her. She arched her back, and he quickened the pace. She was wet in his mouth and he could feel her thighs tighten. He let his hot breath envelop her clit, and she writhed with desire. He could feel waves of her pleasure, low at first but rising in tensity. She was close. He would not move away. He would not enter her yet. He wanted so much to please her. She was locked against his mouth, so close now. So close. And before she even hoped for it, he
grasped both of her hands, pulled her clit into him, and yesssssssss. She could not think, see, or hear anything around her. She was riding his mouth. Her head back she ground into him, pressing her exploding clit into him. Her body teased her, first rock hard, then shuddering, over and over again. Then she lay back, laughing hysterically. She couldn't help it. The release was so welcome.
he had been there for her, returning the gift of orgasm she had given him at the concert.

The rest of the night was a blurr. Sometimes he would reach from behind her, rubbing her gently at first, but building in tempo. Before her mind surrendered she thought of Ravel's Bolero, her analogy soon lost in physical waves of pleasure. Sometimes, he would enter her from behind, spreading her legs and feeling her taught buttocks against his thighs. He would press into her, and she would grasp his cock with the muscles in her pussy, so he jerked with delight. Sometimes, and she didn't know how, he would lift her up, her lower body would turn in the air, and she would be astride him, sliding up and down, teasing. Sliding to the top of his cock, almost coming out, but at the last minute, back down firmly, all the way to the hilt, so he could feel the wetness deep inside her. Sometimes when she thought they were done, he would lie on top of her face-to-face, look into her eyes, then enter her gently, never losing her gaze. They would rock back and forth, her excitement building, and as
she was losing control he would lean forward and place his mouth on hers. A kiss of controlled passion. Holding the moment, denying the orgasm until the last possible second. Then pulling her spirit into him so they could be one. And soon, their bodies were not responding, as much as anticipating. She knew his bodies movement before he went there. He would thrust and she would meet him, without any need for encouragement. Their orgasms became entwined, and sex was left behind and transcended.

Somewhere in the late hours, they both lay back on the bed, calm, with the heat of passion now just radiating off their bodies.
He put his arm out across the pillows, and she instinctively tucked her head under and against his shoulder. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the gentle relaxed breathing. He would start to fall into a slumber, but kept trying to catch himself. He pressed against her, held her, kissed her shoulders, and then she drifted off to sleep.

At about 5 am she awoke with the breeze pushing the curtains against the open window. They had left the window open to cool down after lovemaking, but the night air was chilled now, and she reached out to pull him closer. He must has woken earlier, because the bed was empty, and he had rejoined the night mist. She started to sob, but held back. The pain of his absence was almost overwhelming, but her body was still so relaxed thanks to his touch.She was determined not to act like a child. Last night was a dream that might never be recaptured, but that would never be forgotten.

Alice showered and put on a fresh outfit. After brushing her teeth, she looked into the full length mirror, and almost didn't recognize the reflection staring back. The exquisite innocence of girlhood had escaped from the mirror. The new image was the incarnation of womanhood, with a passionate ardour of confidence, and a full satisfaction of who she was. She decided to plan her day, trying out this new woman who presented herself. Maybe she would take in a museum or two, or an art gallery. Even with her new found persona, she would still have to back up her vacation story with some facts. She couldn't tell any but her best friends what had happened in Rome. And especially not her mother who would pester her for details, calling her every five minutes on her cell as soon as she returned to Madrid.

Before she could decide the day's itinerary the phone rang. Room service was on it's way? A few minutes later, she answered the door, and a young attendant entered. He was her same age chronologically, probably 20 to 21 years old. However, after last night he was much younger than her. He greeted her pleasantly as he rolled the silver tray onto the veranda. She asked if breakfast was included with the room, but he said, "No, it was ordered by the gentleman who left very early this morning. He said to make sure it got to you just as you awakened to greet the day." She thanked the young man, and he left. She went out to the veranda, sitting to watch the sunrise, and let the sun's first reys warm her bare legs. Uncovering the plates she found various sweet pastries, fresh orange slices, and a cup of steaming espresso. The aroma of the espresso was delightful, and just what she needed after a passionate night and a relaxing sleep. She placed one of the orange slices onto her tongue and let its tart juices roll back on her palate. Then she saw the small silver plate in the center of the cart. Underneath she found a beautiful orchid. They had not said a word, but somehow he knew.

She leaned back and smiled. She would have to rethink her museum plans. Perhaps another local concert, in a small piazza.
Yes, she decided. That was exactly what she needed.

   

Wishing, waiting, wanting, looking for her every other Monday morning again, knowing her schedule by heart. I know she comes in at 8:55 am each monday, way after my own shift has started. I know I have to look at her, search for her, find her when I know she is there.

Her long, dark hair, glistening when she turns her head or moves her shoulders. Her long, slender fingers touching the keyboard quick and nimble, the way she bites her bottom lip in concentration. Her eyes focussed. Never drifting, always looking for a focus point, something to look at directly. Whenever she looks deep into my eyes, I feel her mind searching, probing, touching my inner core, feeling she does it without thinking.

I know she is getting used to my attention. She knows I will say goodnight to her around 10 pm when she and I work nightshift. She knows how I adress her in the presence of others. And she knows I always come over in the evenings to have a quick chat with her. I hope she knows I do this because i don’t want too much attention drawn to us.

Us? I’m dreaming.. There is no us yet. And I wonder if there ever will be an Us. She seems so out of reach. Such a beautiful woman, getting so much attention from al the guys at work, not to mention the guys she meets outside of work. Not even sure she is single. Somehow my mind draws a blank when I am near her and I can’t think of the right questions to ask anymore. Such a shame I can’t be with her longer, both our jobs pretty demanding and not leaving a lot of time to just talk.

As I watch her work from the corner of my eye, I see her switch to a website that looks very familiar. The black background, golden letters, orange symbol in the top left corner of the screen. That almost looks like the Achat website. As she starts typing, I slowly ease closer to her screen, looking through some papers. So concentrated on entering her text into the field on screen, she doesn’t notice me getting close enough to read what is on the screen. As I recognise the layout of the Achat forum, i notice the section name and see under which thread she is posting a comment.

My heart starts to beat faster and my breath stops for a second. She’s responding to my story! But before I can see her screen name, she notices me and turns around, clicking away the forum wondow. She turns her face towards me and immediatly I notice her flushed cheeks, making her face warm and inviting, almost adorable as I can almost see the adrenaline pump through her veins. “Hey, is there anything I can do for you?”

I almost drop the papers, flustered with my discovery, uncertain on how to proceed. With trembling fingers I fumble the papers and pull out a single sheet, a product specification. “Uhm, I have a question about this specification? Is it a fixed weight product or with variable wieght? It’s unclear?” I lean in and place the sheet in front of her, unable to stop myself glancing her cleavage, seeing her well formed breasts resting in what looks like a laced pink bra. Immediatly I feel the instinctive reaction below and images of taking her top off and burrying my face between her mounds flash past my inner eye. Shrugging my shoulders, I concentrate on the sheet in front of me and follow her finger as she reads throught the text.

“It says right here this is a variable weighted product. The spec has changed because of the labels. They are new” She looks straight at my eyes, catching them as they jump from her cleavage to her eyes. I see a little smile play around her lips as she draws the right conclusion. “Thanks a lot Sharon, sometimes I have my blonde moments. I’ll get the spec to production right away” With a last look into her eyes, I turn and walk away, feeling her eyes pierce my back, confirmed by the reflecting image of the window next to the door.

When I come home at night, I quickly start up my pc and open the Achat forum. I go directly to the erotic fantasy section and open the thread with my “hands” story. As the page loads, I can see 3 new replies, 1 by a guy, 2 by girls. One name standing out as I have seen it so many times before. She’s been supporting my style of writng from the very beginning. After she approached me on the forum, complimenting me with one of my stories, a relation started to develope which stretches out beyond Achat.

We have co-written stories on the forum and played so many rp’s, have been chatting and playing for over a year. We even shared pics though we never showed our face to eachother. We even got so close that we confided in eachother with real life troubles and happy times. Suddenly it hits me.. I can’t believe I have been this blind. There were hints enough in the past months, growing closer together. She told me she worked as management-assistant, she made typical dutch spelling mistakes, english that isn’t 100% english. I could have guessed..

My heart starts pounding as I start to type my reply, fingers trembling as I don’t want to give away my suspicions on the forum. As my imagination starts to fly away, the outlines of a new erotic story start forming, I quickly send the post. I write down some key words and open Word, fingers moving almost automatically, words appearing on screen in a quick tempo, fluently. Within 2 hours the story is ready and as I read it back, correcting spelling mistakes, I feel my blood start to heat up and my heart start to beat faster. Turned on by my own story, I quickly print it out. After signing it with my avatar name in pen I put it in a hard cover folder.

It’s evening shift and after 5 pm, all offices are empty except hers. Knowing she goes for a break around 7 pm, I enter her office 5 minutes later and leave the folder on her desk. My heart is pounding, this being another clumsy attempt to get closer to her. Not being the most confident around women, especially when they  are as beautiful as she is, I have been making baby steps to get her attention. But this is a big step and it could end up as a disaster. While I am pondering my decision to leave the story on her desk, I hear the buzzer announcing the end of the break and quickly I leave the office. I return to the floor and watch the employees get back to work.

Half an hour later I decide to go on a coffee break and pass by her office. As I glance inside, I see the folder opened on her desk, her finger trailing the sentences, her face flushed but her eyes glued to the paper. I can’t see her other hand as her body is on front of it, looking at her from the side, but I notice her arm moving ever so slightly, the angle suggesting her hand being in her lap. I hesitate for a second then quietly step inside and approach her from behind.

I look at the sheet in front of her and see where she is in the story, the penultimate page already. She has devoured the story and is clearly affected by it as I can see her arm move obviously, her hand slid between her legs. As I come closer, I see the first paragraph

‘Slowly she moves her body down, feeling the crown press against her wet sex. She looks deep into his eyes, her own eyes wet with pleasure, her orgasm still trembling in her body, and smiles warmly. Her desire is urging her down, even though she can hardly keep herself balanced. His strong hands on her hips, guiding her down as she pushes herself on his cock, helping her to keep upright. As his member slowly slides inside her welcoming channel, she closes her eyes and arches her back, leaning her head back and pushing her chest forward. Her perky, hard nipples inviting him, his mouth and lips, his wet tongue and teeth. She moans out loud as her pelvis rests against his, his member fully engulfed by her wetness, his lips folding around her nipple..’

I cough as I can now almost touch her,  she is so concentrated on the story she hasn’t noticed me coming in nor moving in closer. A shreek of terror erupts from her lips as she jumps up from her chair, her hands panicking to close the folder and hide the sheets of paper. She turns as she takes a step back, her face bright red in embarrassement. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared me!”

“Please, forgive me Sharon, that was not my intention at all. I just wanted to ask you if the dvd that I made for you, worked. I’m sorry to scare you” Watching her as she stands trembling in front of me, her eyes flickering with anger, her face still rosey with her arousal and embarrassement. Not knowing where to leave her hands, she folds them in front of her, unconsciously pushing up her breasts, her blouse falling open, giving me a tempting view on her cleavage. Immediatly the rush of images of her nakes breasts appear before my inner eye again and I have to concentrate to get them out of my mind.

“It’s ok, but you could try knocking next time, instead of sneaking up on an innocent, unsuspecting girl. And yes, the dvd works, otherwise I would have told you” Her face softening a little, even a little smile dancing around her luscious lips as her body relaxes. I smile at her and nod, slowly starting to turn my body away from her, moving towards the door. “I am glad to hear it is working, hope your daughter will have a lot of fun watching all the episodes” I reach out for the handle of the door and open it. Before leaving her office, I turn a last time and look at her. “Oh, I hope you enjoy the story, I am particularly proud of the ending..” Without hesitating I leave her office and listen to the door shut, fighting myself not to turn around and watch her reaction.

When I come home, I turn on my pc and check my email, pouring myself a glass of single malt. I feel vibrant, nerveous, very much alive. A week ago I decided to start the New Year fresh, shed my skin of shyness, take the bull by the horns and go after the girl that I´ve been wanting for months. Yes, it is a risk to seduce a girl at work. Yes, there is a risk that she will turn me down. But better that as to never get anywhere and watch how she gets swept of her feet by someone else. And finding out she is on Achat and we have been playing and talking for over a year, is a confirmation I made the right decision.

In the corner of my eye, I see the small announcement for new mail. My heart starts to beat faster as I see the Achat forum addy appear. Quickly I open the message and start reading

`Delicate sent you the following message:

Not sure what to say.. Is it really you? I need to talk to you as soon as possible. I am online tonight. Find me..’

My heart now racing, butterflies flying off in flocks, legs and hands trembling suddenly with nerves. Finding it hard to click the Achat icon, I finally manage to click it. I stand up and walk through the room as the game is loading, sit down to watch its progress, then stand up and walk around again. Nerveous, teeth grinding, hands sweatty and playing with my mouse. Sitting down and standing up, getting frustrated with the long loading time. Finally I can log in, the offline messages box flashing red. I take a deep breath and open the new messages, finding one from Delicate. “I need to talk, find me quick” I click ‘sender’ and see her profile appear, her name in green, her banner empty, the personal invitation to me removed. I wait for a few seconds, then start to type my welcome. The moment I press enter to send it, I receive a message from her. “Invite me”

Startled with her short, directing message, I click invite and soon we are secluded from the busy arena of the game. For what seems to be an eternity, we are both quiet. Looking for words to open the conversation with, the tention between us signalling I was right, Sharon and Delicate are the same. “Hi darling, how are you feeling?” Cautiously I word my first sentence and send it to her, heart pounding in my throat, anxious and worried of her reply. “Not sure how I feel...” Her answer quick and short, my mind searching franticaly for words. “It was you that left the story on my desk today? You are... Daan?” Fingers missing keys, rewriting my reply 3 times before sending it. “Yes, it was me that left the story. I am Daan” Breathing deep and heavy as I wait for her reply. “Ok, just wanted to be sure..”

My mind is running around in circles, so much to say, to ask, so hard to find the right way and the right words to start with. My fingers idle on my keyboard, starting a sentence and erasing it. I take deep breaths to bring my heart rate down a little, trying to relax as my fingers start typing. But before I can finish the sentence, a new message comes in. “I read your story... Over and over again...” “Did it make you cum?” Before I can rethink my reply, the message is sent and I hit myself on the head. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did I do that? I look back at the screen and wait for her reply. “Not yet, I was at work, remember?”

I blush, remembering seeing her arm move up and down as she read the story, my mind filling in the blanks, knowing she was rubbing herself. “Yes, I know.. though you tried *blush*” Naturally falling back into our teasing wordplay, not even noticing my prickling answers as they form by themselves. My body starts to tremble again, excitement replacing anxiousness, a smile forming around my lips as my hand automatically opens my belt and pants. “I know you saw. If I had known before, I would have let you watch” My mouth falls open as I see her message appear, reading it over and over again, my imagination working overtime as the possible consequences pass through at light speed. “You are kidding me...” Unable to wrap my mind around the idea of the woman I adore, letting me watch as she pleases herself while reading my story, I send my reply with hesitation.

“No, I’m not kidding. You know me well enough..” Her answer quick and straight again and she is right. She means what she says. It reminds me of when she wanted to send me a picture for the first time. I didn’t believe that either until I got her picture in my email. Knowing her well after a year, I should have know better. “I would have loved to watch you. And I promise I would not wait with touching myself” Then it stays quiet for a while, both avatars idle as the conversation takes all interest. I take a sip of whiskey and lean back, waiting for her reply but it is taking longer as usual and worried I start typing my next message. Then her message comes in. “What are you waiting for? You know where I live”

Baffled my fingers lay idle on my keyboard, my eyes wide open, my heart fluttering dangerously, my loins reacting immediatly, sending a rush of blood to my member. I raise my hands, starting to type then fall back into my chair again, amazed with her reply. My body starts to fill with desire, slowly the surprise is fading and my hunger for her starts to float to the surface. My mind racing, retracing the route to her house from the one time I brought her home, her bike having a flat tire. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes” “Hurry” is her only reply before she leaves the room and logs out, disappearing without a further word.

I stare at my screen for a second before grasping reality, then push my chair back and run upstairs. I turn on the shower and as it heats up, I grab clean clothes. I shower quickly and spray some after shave on my face and chest. I jump into my clothes and rush down the stairs. For a moment I panic as my car keys are not in my coat, but quickly I find them and run out the door. I get in my car and speed off, putting on my seatbelt as i race through the narrow streets. As I almost run a red light, I try to calm myself a little and adjust my speed, wanting to arrive in one piece. I drive up to her house and see dimmed lights in the livingroom, a small crack in the curtains allowing me a peek inside.

I walk up to the door and as I raise my hand to ring the bell, I notice the front door is on a small crack. I push against it with my foot and without a sound it swings open. I stick my head through the door and look inside, fiding a door closing a small hallway off from the livingroom. I step inside and close the door behind me, shutting out the cold wind that is blowing through the streets. I open the door to the livingroom carefully and step inside, my eyes adjusting to the obscured light in the room, as only a few candles are lit.

As I slowly move forward, my eyes scanning the room for her figure, I hear a rustle coming from the couch. There, in a corner in the shadows, she rests against the back of the couch, her legs pulled up, her thighs only just covered with a light, pink sheen. The soft, flowing lines of a negligé accentuates her body, pronounces her chest and endless legs, the slender straps over her shoulder accentuating her long and slender neck, her glistening eyes inviting me to come closer. The folder with the story laying on the side of the couch, her hand stretched out over it, her fingers sliding around on the paper. The soft pink fabric washes waves of folds over her lap, covering her thighs flowing over in her torso. The see-through fabric revealing the pink straps of her panties.

Her hand stretching out, her fingers pointing to the reading chair in front of her, her other hand near her face, her finger covering her lips in a shushing gesture. As I sit down, my eyes glued to her face, I see her hand slide up and pull a cord, switching on a reading light. The bright spot is aimed at her lap, her face in the shadows, showing just her eyes behind the beam of light. She sits back on the couch and her hands pick up the folder, opening it and placing it in her lap. She looks at me once more, her eyes glistening, her moist lips shown in the shadow behind the light, an sensual smile curling her lips. Then she looks down and her fingers start tracing the lines as she starts reading.

Slowly her face starts to colour and as she flicks to the third page, I see her chest start to heave, her breath deepening and her free hand starting to slide over her thigh, moving her negligé up a little. I stare at her, my eyes following her every movement, watching as she flicks to the fourth page and unfolds her legs, pulling her heels against her thighs, slightly opening her legs. Allowing me a view of her thong, the heavily embroided fabric spanning her sex tightly, the pink accentuating the fold of her lips, the muscles in her legs flexing as she finds a comfortable position, she continues reading, sucked in by the story, almost forgetting about me.

(Part I)

When she glances at me as her hand flicks to page 5, her eyes glide to my crotch, noticing the bulge that has formed there, looking at her how she is taken in by the story, the anticipation of seeing her touch herself, is fuelling my desire and arousal. I lean back in my chair as I see her hand slide up higher, pushing the fabric out of the way and touching her sex through her panties. A soft moan leaves her lips as her fingertips brush over her sex, then her hand pushes down and cups it, pressing on it firmly. My eyes slide over her body, noticing her hard nipples piercing through her nighty, my hands sliding to my pants, opening them to release the pressure on my swollen cock. I see her eyes flash at me as she sees my hands move, lingering for a moment before she dives back into the text on her lap. I see her fingers slide inside her panties, wriggling and moving until her hand is spanned over by the laced cloth. She looks at me agan as I pull my pants down a little, my throbbing hard on pressing against my tight shorts. She waits, stares at me, undresses me with her eyes, demanding me to continue without uttering a word. In silence I fulfill her demand and take my pants off, my cock jumping out, the tip glistening with moisture.

She smiles, her eyes sliding back to the text, her hand now starting to move inside her panties. Page 6 and 7 are turned, her nipples getting harder, her hand moving, grinding inside her thong. Her fingers slither out, wet and glistening as they are caugt in the bright light of the lamp above her. Thoughtlessly she brings them to her mouth and slowly sucks them clean, her eyes never leaving the words on the page. As she turns to page 8, knowing the ending of the story is near, I look at her more closely. Suddenly she puts the pages on the side of the couch, looks straight at me and slides her hands to the slender straps that curve around her hips. Slow, teasingly, tantalisingly slow she starts to move them down, the fabric catching between her lips and as she pulls them down further, suddenly released, a wet spot clear in the bright spot.

Hardly breathing, my body tense as I watch her perfect movements, taking her panties off almost in slow motion as she keeps looking me straight in my eyes. She slides her panties off her ankles and drops them to the floor, a last glance at me before she picks up the last two pages and starts reading again. Her free hand sliding over her stomach and pelvis, her thighs opening even further, giving me a glance of her smooth sex just before she slides two fingers inside. Her soft moans dance into my ears as she starts pleasuring herself while reading. As she flicks to the last page, I see the droplets of moisture forming on her lips as she adjusts the position of her hand, moving her fingers out of her slick canal to start rubbing her clit. Her legs spread wide now, her back leaning against the couch, her mouth half opened as she starts to breath deeper and heavier. Faster and faster her fingers slide over her clit, lubricating herself as she nears the end of the story and starts the peak of her arousal.

She throws her head back suddenly, her body starting to tremble and shiver, her fingers moving over her clit in short, mechanic jolts. Her mouth opens and a deep, long stretched moan leaves her lips, her release leaving her through her lips in endless vibrations. Unconsciously my hand has slid around my cock, slowly stroking myself as I see her lust rise, her fingers moving faster, the hand holding the paper trembling, hardly able to keep the sheet still. Stroking faster, squeezing just below the ridge to extend my own release, the pressure in my loins building quicker as she cums. Speechless and overwhelmed with her shameless release in front of me, my mind goes blank. My cognitive capacities start to shrivel to a useless heap of thoughts as I start to burn inside. I watch motionless as her orgasm subsides and she slowly returns from her journey in bliss.

With wet eyes she looks at me and smiles, She licks her lips, her body idle in her opened position, her fingers resting in her groin, aimlessly moving around. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself to use her voice, but only a soft murmor is heard. Her release of pressure clenched up her throat, her heavy breathing dried it out, her efforts to speak mute. Her eyes are still fixed on my crotch, her eyes moving up and down, following the movements of my hand. I didn’t stop masturbating, aroused as I am and needing, wanting, yearning for my own release. She raises her hand, folds up one finger and winks me to her. Since I entered her house, not a word has been spoken. I slowly get up, drowning in her beauty as my eyes slide over her body, etching every detail of her figure in my mind. With just 3 small steps I am in front of her, shirt still on, my throbbing cock twitching and trembling one foot from her face. She looks up to me askingly, her hand hinting at my shirt. Quickly I take it off, standing naked in front of her, feeling comfortable and full of desire.

She places her hand on my hips and pushes me back one step before she rises from the couch, her nighty washing over her body like a silk waterfall. She stands up, moves her hands to her shoulders and slides the straps off them, letting her negligé fall to the floor, exposing her full beauty. The spot behind her casting a perfect, jaw dropping profile of her sensual body, though my eyes are fused with hers. Drowning in eachother, she steps closer and pushes her body against mine, her warm, full breasts pressing against my chest, her hard nipples piercing my skin. I feel my hard cock caught between our bodies, feeling her soft skin slowly moving up and down as she grinds her hips into me.

Instinctively I slide my arms around her and pull her closer to me, our eyes locked in, my body trembling with the unexpected excitement of having her in my arms. I feel her cheek nudge my chin and as I look at her face, I see her pouting lips, her head slightly tilted, her lips glistening, her tongue moistening them slowly and teasingly. I lean in and find her soft mouth, kissing her carefully, almost hesitant, the shyness inside me creeping back up. But before it can take control of me, she pushes her mouth hard against my lips and invades my mouth with her tongue, driving it in and going on a hunt to catch mine. As the tip of her tongue slithers over my teeth, her tongue curling around mine, I give in to the burning desire inside of me and shed the shyness from my shoulders. My hands slide to her buttocks and I pull her up to me as I return her kiss eagerly. Standing on her toes, her body caught in my hands, she pushes her pelvis against mine, increasing the pressure on my throbbing, leaking cock.

I feel her soft inner thigh slide up my leg as she folds her long leg around my hips, my cock slides down between her thighs and  I feel the slick, moist lips of her sex drag over the throbbing veins under the skin of my shaft. I moan as our lips release for a second. Both drawing in a deep breath, our eyes opening for a second, her eyes glistening with desire and lust. My hands cup her buttocks firmer and with a gentle move, I lift her up, allowing her to fold her other leg around my hips as well. Her body clinging to me as she slides her arms around my neck, our lips touch automatically, her weight held up in my hands. The heat radiating from her sex washes over my pulsating shaft, her moisture covers my skin as she grinds her hips into me, pressing my shaft between her lips. She leans back a little and lets her hand slide between our bodies, grabs my member and guides it to her entrance. I lift her up a little until I feel her hand push the tip of my member against her. Her mouth half opens as she pushes her body down on me, my hands reacting with her and letting her down slowly.

I feel her lips fold open, allowing me to enter her carefully, her body tenses for a moment as her cleching sex resists me to enter, then she relaxes and I feel her sink down on my shaft. I moan out loud as our pelvisses touch and my cock slides all the way inside of her. Her nails scratch my shoulders as she settles around me, feeling her sex tremble and convulse, adjusting to my size. With shaking legs I turn us and slowly start moving towards the wall, leaning her against it as I feel it with my hands holding her up. She leans her shoulders against the wall and opens her eyes to look at me. Burried deep inside of her, our bodies merged seemlessly we look at eachother. Not a word or a whisper, just the shared feeling of desire, built up over such a long time.

Instinct takes over as the moment fades away and unconsciously I move my hips. As I push against her body, my member already fully inside her, I hear her moan as I rub my pelvis against her clit, spreading her sex just a little wider. She closes her eyes and leans back, giving herself to me in the passion that races through her body. I start to move, sliding my member in and out of here carefully, slowly, feeling every vein ripple through her entrance. Her wetness lubricating us, the scent of her excitement drifting up to my nose, filling my lungs as I draw her scent in deep. Slowly I increase the depth of my pushes, feeling her body react, her hips pushing against me as I move in, her sex clenching and convulsing around me.

She crosses her ankles behind my back and opens her legs wider, allowing me to come even closer to her, penetrate her even deeper. Slowly my thrusts increase in speed and amplitude, getting wilder and wilder. Just our moans and grunts coming from our lips as we give in to the irresisteble urge to be together finally. I feel her body start to tremble, her breathing irregular as my pelvis bumps against her clit over and over again. My thrusts so strong, my balls hit against her buttocks, getting tighter and harder each time I enter her deep. She opens her eyes again and the pure lust oozing from them is telling me she is close. Her moans become faster and deeper with each thrust, her nails draw red lines over my shoulders and back as she surrenders to the feeling inside her boy and orgasms on top of my cock. As her sex washes my cock over with heat and wetness, her nectar oozing from her lips as she allows her body to submerge completely in the rush of passion unleashed, a white light blinds my eyes as my body erupts in orgasm.

Pushing my member deep into her sex, I out my explosion of lust in a deep, loud roar as my juices start gushing inside of her, mixing with her nectar and covering her inner walls. My body jerking against her, pushing her soft body tight against the wall as I shoot my seed inside of her, her body trembling and shaking as she’s consumed by her own orgasm. Moments later I feel her body go limb in my arms and as soon as I regain my composure and strentgh I slowly let her down to the floor, surpporting her body as she finds her balance on her shaky legs. I take her face in my hands and look deep into her eyes. I move in closer and kiss her, sweet, soft and gentle....

Other New Years
I have never written before. I hope that you get some enjoyment out of it. 

Janine and West have a good idea, I wont be voting either

Thanks for reading it. -- NewGurl


Well, here it is again, December 31; I had a great idea this New Year’s. Hey I’ll go skiing. What a mistake that was. Our intention was to attend the party at the hotel. The guy I came with decided that he would start celebrating about noon. Now he is passed out in the room drunk and it isn’t even 9:00p.m. Well I’ll go down to the lounge and see if there is someone I can share New Years with. About 10:30 I enter the lounge, in my opinion, looking good. I’m wearing a tight white strapless gown. It hugs all my curves like a glove. I know I’m not the model type, but at 35 I can still turn heads. I look around the lounge and it isn’t promising. Most of the good looking guys are either with a girl, drunk or butt ugly.
While looking around I’m looking for a place to sit. The place is packed. Then I see a booth for two with a solitary woman setting at it. “Hello,” I say, “mind if I join you.”  She jumps at the sound of my voice and says, “Oh, you startled me”. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you.” She says, “That’s ok, I was lost I my own little world and wasn’t paying attention.” I slide into the booth next to her. I say, “Not much in the way of eligible men here is there”. I say “My name is Shelia, nice to meet you”. “I’m Amelia, and there is not much here.”
She said “The dude I came with decided to go find a bottle to hold. I told him if he went for the booze, don’t come back to me” “He left anyway”. I say “Same story here mine is passed out in the room, asshole”.  She giggles and I take a close look at her. She is young, about 19, I guessed, tall about 5’9”. Her hair was long, halfway down her back and a beautiful auburn red. It shined like polished copper. She was fair skinned with about a million little freckles on her face. It made her look even younger. As I look down her young body all I could think was, Damn. She was a looker for sure.  I saw her looking at me looking at her and I thought I saw her blush.
We sat and talked till about five minutes until midnight. Then it was announced to get with your partner of, so that when midnight came you would kiss them. Amelia and I are looking around, but all the guys are taken. We look at each other, shrug our shoulders and look in each other’s eyes. Then its here, 5...4...3...2...1... Happy New Year!!!!
We take each other in our arms and start to kiss. I smell her sweet perfume and it is making my head spin. Her lips are so soft and warm. Our arms embrace each other as we stand there kissing. Our lips part and our tongues start doing a little dance in our mouths. I hear a moan; I don’t know whether it’s her or me. Finally we part and look at each other. I take her in my arms and hug her. I had to, my knees were weak.
We sit back down and sit quietly for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the embrace we shared. Finally I look in her eyes, and speak, “I don’t know what to say, but that was fantastic”. She sighs, “Whew, I was thinking it was just me.”  We talk a little more, and then I decide to make a bold move. “Amelia, I feel attracted to you, I would like to go someplace more private and get to know you better.” She looks into my eyes, starts to get up. Then she takes my hand and leads me out of the lounge.
I follow her, holding her hand. Then I get a look at her from behind. She is wearing a red mini dress with spaghetti straps. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced with every step she took in her high heels. We got to the elevator and she hit the number of her floor. While we were going up in the elevator, I feel her eyes checking me out. I glance over at her and she is looking directly at my body. Just her looking at me makes my nipples harden.
When we get to the floor, she leads me down the hall towards her room. She opens the door and gives me a wry smile. As the door closes, I can’t take anymore and pull her close, kissing her on those succulent lips. Pressing her body against mine, I feel her arms around my waist. I reach around and place my hands on her ass. As the kiss ends, we gasp for air.
She steps away from me for a second, takes my hands and places them on her shoulders. I feel the straps of her dress between my fingers. She has a glazed look in her eyes, and then she gives me a little smile. I release the straps and the dress falls to the floor. Oh My God, she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Standing before me nude, all I can do is stare, her breasts jutting out proudly. Her nipples look like red ripe strawberries. Her entire body was covered with freckles, contrasting slightly with the fairness of her skin.  Looking down I see her flat stomach, with a pierced belly button. She has a pretty tattoo of a butterfly just above her pubic hair. Then I look down and see the most beautiful patch of thick red pubic hair I have ever seen.
She moves towards me, and begins to remove my gown. I gasp at the touch of her hand. She slides the gown off of my arms exposing my breasts. Then she slides it off of me. It is so tight she has to pull it down over my hips. Then I am standing there, only in my thong panties and a white garter belt and stockings. She unsnaps the stockings and rolls them down my leg, first the right and then the left leg. She then removes the garter belt. She then gets on her knees and takes her mouth, places it on the top of my thong. Then she bites the material with her teeth, and pulls the panties down and off of my waist.
Then she stands and looks at my body, as I had hers. She admired my 38D breasts with the nipple piercings. As I tan in the nude there were no tan lines. My skin looked even darker compared to her light skin tone. Then she looked at my shaven pubic area. As she was staring at my crotch, I caught her licking my lips. I was getting aroused just being with this lovely creature.
She led me over to the fireplace, where we lay down on a pure white bearskin rug. Lying on our sides looking at each other, with the flickering firelight from the fireplace dancing on our skin. I reach over and gently cup one of her breasts. She moans, as her head leans back and I feel her nipple harden in my hand. I lower my mouth to the nipple and stick out my tongue and lick it. She grabs my head and holds it to her breast. I then suck on it like a new born baby. Swirling my tongue around the nipple and biting it gently with my teeth. She moans and I move over and do the same thing to the other breast.
I then place my tongue on her body, between the breasts. I slowly move down her body, moving my tongue back and forth across her chest. I keep moving lower and lower, when I reach her pierced belly button, I swirl my tongue around the stud in it. Pulling on it with my lips and sucking on it. By this time she is moaning, pushing down on my head to go lower. I resist and take my time, teasing her as my tongue moves lower and lower.
I can smell her arousal and it excites me even more. When my tongue reaches the top of her pubic hair, I stop and rise up.  “No”, she hollers, “Don’t Stop”. I ignore her pleas and go all the way down to her feet. There I lick between her toes on the right foot and the heel up to the ankle. I then switch over and do the same thing to her left foot. Then I start licking one side and then the other, back and forth, right, left, higher and higher. I move up past the knees, the lower thighs, back and forth, until I feel her hair on my cheek. I then use my fingers and separate her labia. Then I lick one side and then the other, sucking the lips into my mouth. Then and only then, I place my mouth over the swollen clit, and start circling my tongue around it. She starts bucking and I am rewarded with a gusher of her juices. She is moaning loudly and cumming into my mouth. Then I lick up all the juices and lay back down next to her.
Looking into her eyes, I watch her regain her breath. She smiles at me and then starts to work on me. She doesn’t tease me like I teased her. She starts with my breasts, pulling in the little barbells I have in them. Stretching my tits as far as they will go and then releasing them. She is watching them bounce back against my chest. I think I have a little sadist here.
That observation was confirmed awhile later, when while using her tongue on my steaming clit, she bit it hard. Then, as I orgasmed, she slid two fingers in my virginal anus. I bucked off the floor and came harder than I ever have. After that there was a mutual sixty-nine where we both were pleased.
After the sex was done for a while, we laid and talked. We lamented the fact that we didn’t bring any toys with us, not planning on our New Year’s Eve to work out this way. We both laughed out loud.
After a couple more escapades, we went to sleep nude in each other’s arms. I awoke in the morning with the sun streaming in through the window. Amelia was asleep in my arms. I reached down and stroked her pretty face. She awoke slowly and looked into my eyes, with a love like a puppy has for its master. I bent down and gently kissed her on the forehead. I said “I love You, Amelia”. She said “I Love you too, Shelia.
That was the best New Years I have ever had. It was three years ago and we are still together. I don’t think we will ever part. My resolution was to have a relationship I could count on. It came to pass and its one resolution I will never break.
The next year we had a resolution to explore our sadist tendencies, but that is another story……..
END

I don't know if it's official, but I am going to agree with West and take my submission as reason to remove myself from voting.


   
   "You are fucking insane Janine!"

   I smiled at Casey as I sat down in on the floor her bedroom, in sneakers, bra, and panties. The brunette's full lips were twisted into a huge smile as she spoke to me.

   "What if someone saw you?" Was Jess' question. The blonde's blue doe eyes were wide witch shock.

   I shrugged. "They wouldn't have seen much more then they would see if I was in my bikini."

   Casey smirked from where she was sitting on the bed. "They might have seen a little more since it's DECEMBER." She emphasized her point by pointing at my nipples obviously reacting to the cold winter weather.

   Leaning back against Casey's bed I was still nonchalant. "That was the dare wasn't it? Running around the outside house in bra and panties... and shoes of course because it IS December and all, and it's night, if they could have seen me, I would have seen them."

   It was December, New Years, our senior year, and we had gotten together when Casey's parents had told her that they would be out all night.

   We hadn't had a sleep over in ages, and we normally brought more girls, but we were eighteen now, and getting ready to graduate, and appreciating the difference between actual "friends" and people you hang out with.

   Truth or Dare had come up as a natural part of the night, and while having only three people took a little something from it we were still having fun.

   Though when I had gotten the dare to strip down to my bra and panties I felt a little extra thrill. I had come to terms with my orientation enough to admit it to myself, but I still hadn't reached the point of being able to share it with anyone else.

   I had wondered if tonight might be the night to come out the them, but when they had me strip mostly naked I thought it might be a little uncomfortable to come out then, but still, while I didn't actively lust after them it was more then a little hot to be nearly naked with two cuties I cared about.

   Jess was sitting across from me on the floor and was still a little wide eyed that I had taken Casey's dare and I decided to see if I could get her to relax a bit. I smiled at her. "Okay, I dare YOU to strip down to your bra and panties too." I said this as I took off my shoes, leaving me truly in the two named garments.

   She pouted slightly. "Don't I get the option of picking 'truth?" When we just grinned at her she rolled her eyes. "Fine!"

   As she got undressed she looked to Casey, and Casey saved her from having to say it. "Okay." Was the response as she too stripped down, leaving all three of us in our underwear.

   Now Casey's turn again she actually voiced the "Truth or Dare" to me. Deciding to not let things go too far I figured I'd pick a safe. "Truth".

   "How far have you gotten with a boy?" Was her all too ironic question.

   I don't think I let anything go, but they had no trouble believing me when I said "Nothing."

   Turning to Jess, I asked "Truth or Dare" she too picked truth, but I decided to switch it on her. "How far have you gotten... on your own?"

   That got a blush as Casey laughed and clapped while Jess looked down at the floor before muttering her own "Nothing."

   After a small moment for recovering Jess looked to Casey and when Casey responded "Truth" she was asked "How far have YOU gotten on your own?"

   "All the way, and back again, and again, and again." Was Casey's reply, but she quickly followed up. "It's the twenty-first century ladies. It's no longer sinful or shameful."

   I went ahead and interrupted. "I have too, plenty of times."

   Now while I hadn't blinked at having possibly any or everyone in the neighborhood see me in my bra and panties I was starting to feel nervous because while I was warming up nicely I was starting to fell REALLY warm, and my nipples were still hard, and were starting to grow sensitive. I crossed my legs to try to keep the growing wetness from being seen, but my clit eagerly throbbed all the more at the pressure.

   Things were growing sexual, and while I didn't think either of the girls were gay my unhelpful mind supplied the reminder that I had come across when studying up when coming to terms with my orientation about how a great many totally straight young ladies experiment with the same sex.

   Casey seemed to want to help my unhelpful mind as she turned back around to Jess. "Okay, I dare you to show us an untouched pussy for thirty seconds."

   Jess scowled at not getting a choice between truth or dare, but didn't voice an actual complaint.

   Okay, I wasn't the only one getting wet. Jess might not know what to do about it, but the pussy she was now showing us seemed ready for her to learn as it glistened with clear fluid when she reached down and pulled her panties down and away from what looked like a nicely trimmed public mound..

   Casey gave me a smirk before she called time, but when I grinned back I looked into her eyes and she suddenly looked curious to see what I would do next. "I dare you to take off your bra, and keep it off."

   Yes, we were technically breaking the rules of the game, but none of us seemed to mind, and none of us showed any signs of wanting to stop. It was what had me making the dare, and it was why I was able to smile as I waited to see if she would do it.

   A second later the bra was off, and Casey's hard nipples were now pointing right at us, and she was obviously aroused, and she seemed to like it if the smile on her face was any indication.

   Casey kept smiling as she looked at me and upped the ante to me. "I dare you to take it all off, and keep it off."

   My jaw dropped, but I grinned at the same time, and then I complied. As soon as I was wearing nothing but a pronounced grin Casey was able to read the grin, and shared her interpretation. "And now it's our turn."

   There was no question to it, and neither was there any complaint as the two stripped naked.

   While Jess had always been the timid one of the group she suddenly surprised us when she skipped "Truth or Dare" to give me a dare. "I dare you to show me how you play with your breasts for thirty seconds."

   Jess had always been a fast learner, and as I met her eyes she showed that she was picking up this game quite fast. As Casey grinned at me while checking the stopwatch on her phone I brought my hands to my chest and cupped my breasts as Casey gave me a nod.

   They were warm as I gave them a squeeze, and I let out a shaky breath as I felt that resulting tingling run from my nipples to my clit. My feet kicked gently and I wriggled my toes, my head fell back as my fingertips found my nipples and I started to pinch them.

   "Fuck." Was a gentle whisper out of Jess, and as I looked up I could see the arousal in her eyes. In an unconscious response I started to pant. When I started tugging my nipples I began to moan, and then Casey called time.

   I scowled at her as she grinned. "My turn. I dare Jess to suck Janine's nipples for thirty seconds."

   I sighed as Jess slipped close, lowering her head to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, my fingers sliding through her hair as she brought her lips to my right nipple. At first she simply placed her lips around my nipple and sucked, but soon she was running the flat of her tongue around my nipple, before sucking again, and lightly scraping my breast with her teeth.

   When she moved to my left nipple I looked over to Casey. While my sense of time was obviously messed up by the amazing sensations radiating from my chest it had to be more then thirty seconds. Catching her eye she was slipping close, putting her arms around me and pulling me into a kiss.

   I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't care. I moaned into the kiss as Casey put her hand on Jess' head as she sucked my nipples.

   As the kiss broke the sucking stopped and I had two smiles greeting my stunned expression.

   Casey was the one to speak as she slipped in nose to nose with me. "Sweetie, we know. We're your best friends."

   I looked from one to the other, stunned I leaned back on my hands. "But, you... I mean you're not..."

   Casey gave me a soft, quick kiss. "Janine babe, it's the twenty first century, it's just us. No we might not be like you, but we love you, and heck doesn't every girl at least 'experiment'?"

   Jess kissed between my breasts before speaking, smiling up at me. "We want to share this with you. Besides, it beats some lame tattoo, or getting something pierced."

   With me looking down at Jess, Casey started to kiss my neck before whispering in my ear. "Things are changing girl. We graduate in six months, then there's college, work, I don't know if we'll drift, but we'll always have this."

   I answered with another kiss, wrapping my arms around her to pull her close, and driving my tongue into her mouth. She was smiling as she returned the kiss. Jess was running her hands along my belly before she slid them down to my hips, and eased my legs apart.

   Casey  guided me up to her bed and directed me to lay back. and the three of us got comfortable there with me laying down, Casey by my head and Jess between my legs. "We might not be 'like you', but we've read up."

   Jess was rubbing her hands up and down my thighs before she leaned in and began kissing my belly. Casey moved her mouth to my breasts, and started kissing and sucking them as she massaged the parts not in her mouth with her hands.

   I raised my head when I felt Jess' breath on my pussy, and got a playful grin before that smiling face was pressed to my pussy lips. I quoted her earlier "Fuck!", and it was all I could say before Casey covered my mouth with her's while still playing with my breasts with her hands.

   Jess didn't seem to have any hesitation, and had quickly found a rhythm we were both enjoying as she first licked from the bottom of my pussy lips up to my clit before sucking my clit into her mouth. Then she would release it to suck on the lips before sliding her tongue inside.

   I was starting to make sounds into 2's mouth when Casey's slid my hands to her firm backside and started urging her upward.

   She pulled back and looked at me curiously until I said "Straddle my face."

   Casey grinned at me wickedly as I stretched out. Jess looked up with shiny face and tussled hair as Casey crawled up the bed before moving herself into position.

   As Casey lowered down Jess resumed licking and I was treated to my first taste of another girl as those delightful sensations radiated up from my core.

   We seemed to form a circuit as Jess sent those sensations up into me, and I transmitted them up into Casey with my very eager mouth.

   Casey was moaning, and sighing and wriggling on my face. So much that I actually reached up to hold her hips steady on my face, and ended up smiling into her shining eyes as she smiled down at me.

   I kept licking, savoring the sweet nectar Casey was emitting, even what I was missing, and feeling coat my lips, cheeks, and chin was getting me more, and more aroused.

   Jess seemed to agree as she was licking quite happily at the liquid traces of my own arousal as they ran out of me and onto her lips, cheeks and chin.

   I licked, I sucked, and then I added my fingers to the mix, sliding my hands that were holding her hips to let me touch her clit as I used my mouth on her pussy lips.

   That got her as her mouth dropped open, and I new she was getting close, but she still told me. "Oh yes! Oh Janine baby! Like that! Keep going just like that!"

   She was now pushing downward, rocking her hips against my face, and I was pushing my face up into her, wanting to not just make her cum, but to feel her feeling me give it to her.

   Her hands were on her nipples, pulling, twisting, tugging.

   Her head fell back before she gave a final cry, pushing down hard into my mouth as I felt her pussy start to twitch.

   Casey crumpled inward, sliding off my face and rolling into a fetal position as she twitched. For a brief second I was worried if she was okay or not, but the smile on her face gave it away.

   Jess seemed to have the same concern, but once she verified Casey like I had she returned to my pussy with a vengeance, seemingly determined to get the same response out of me.

   I laughed fondly as I laced my ankles across her back and laced my fingers in her hair.

   My back arched, and my eyes closed, and my world shrank down to that eager, eager mouth.

   I think I stopped breathing as all I could hear was the hammering of my heart.

   Then my world exploded outward, in light, and sound, and sensation. I was bucking, arching, helpless, but uncaring about anything, but Jess' loving ministrations.

   I then felt a set of arms around me, and since Less was still licking I knew it was Casey. It was her face smiling down at me as I blinked the stars out of my eyes.

   Casey eased me to a sitting position, which ended up pulling me away from Jess, who was now looking at us with shiny face, and bright eyes.

   Casey went first as she pulled Jess into a kiss that seemed equal parts wanting to taste me from Jess' mouth as it was to kiss Jess.

   I slid in close to the pair and started kissing Jess' neck, by the frequency of of moans she liked what I was doing so I started doing it harder. I feared I would leave a hickey, I knew I would leave a hickey, but she seemed quite happy with that so I started sucking hard, and scraping with my teeth.

   The way her legs were spread and her hips were wriggling I knew what she wanted, and the way Casey grinned at me I knew she was leaving it for me to do it so I pushed the palm of my right hand to her throbbing clit, and began rubbing her pussy lips with my fingers.

   Pushing hard I kept my hand on her pussy as I started rubbing circles firm and fast, and Jess' back arched. It pushed her breasts into the air and Casey took that opportunity to start sucking the pebbled nubs.

   Jess' legs were kicking and I had to push hard to keep my hand on her as Casey had to push her head into Jess' chest to keep her mouth to Jess' breasts.

   With her mouth busy I started speaking to Jess. :Come on Jess, cum for us! Don't think sweetheart. Just feel, just let go!"

   Jess let out a strangled sound, and started to convulse like you'd think she was being electrocuted. She however seemed to be enjoying the process by the sounds she was making.

   Sounds that stopped as she let out a shuddering exhale, and went limp in our arms.

   I didn't think as I licked her taste from my hand, but Casey wanted to share as she leaned in and gave me a kiss before taking my right hand's fingers into her mouth.

   While Casey kept Jess upright I leaned into Jess and used my left hand to brush her hairs out of her sweaty face.

   Jess blinked at me deliriously with a large, happy smile on her face. A smile that Casey and I  returned.

   All three of us were panting with exertion and covered with a healthy sweat. I leaned in and gave Jess a quick kiss. "And THAT is what an orgasm feels like!"

   Jess' jaw dropped, but Casey was the one to speak. "Wondering why you waited to so long?"

   Jess started giggling, she then smiled fondly and reached around each of us to pull us close and rub our backs. "No, I'm glad I waited till now."

   I turned and let myself fall on my back to the bed Casey and Jess giggled and slid down for Casey to lay to my left and Jess to lay to my right on their sides.

   Casey gently ran her left hand over my breasts while her right arm slid under my neck, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Jess ran her right over my stomach while her left arm slid around me at the small of my back. Both of them nuzzling and kissing my shoulders and collarbone.

   I had my arms around them at their shoulders, and played with their hair, kissing the tops of each of their heads before they turned up for kisses on the lips. "And to think I was afraid of how I would come out to you two."

   Casey laughed. "Well we figured this way you'd know we'd know, and it wouldn't get weird."

   My eyes started to droop. "Nope, definitely not weird."

   Jess snuggled closer. "Sleepy."

   I nodded. "Yeah."

   Casey reached her leg over so it was resting on Jess. "Yeah."

   We drifted off into a blissful slumber, a happy tangle of satisfied girl flesh.

   No, it wasn't weird. It was wonderful. It was beautiful, and it shaped the course of my life.

   It wasn't the last time we were together, and even when we drifted as school friends always do we still managed to stay close, but it changed me. I would be myself, and those who could accept that would accept that. They would love me for me, or they would hate me for me.

   My girls taught me that I was loveable, that I was desirable, and I would never be able to thank them enough for that.

First story I've written so hopefully you all enjoy at least a little.



Sitting alone in a theater about to watch one of the newest movies, I feel so lonely, for everywhere I look, there are couples holding hands and kissing one another.  The only time I have gotten close to a guy was online, but they were always online.  Even my master has always been the master just from the computer.  Suddenly, I realize that this handsome guy is sitting down in a seat beside me, and he also is alone.  I have always been so shy, but this year I wanted to break away from this shyness.  Making my mind up, I turn slightly in my seat and say, “Hi.”  The guy turns and looks at me just as the light starts to dim, and I thought I saw a glimmer in his eye when he looked me up and down.  That little glimmer sent a sudden rush through me; I wondered what he was thinking.  Just when the previews began to show, he leans a little closer and whispers in my ear, “Hey there sexy, you want to catch dinner after the movie?”  Just a little shocked at the sudden question, I could only nod my head at first.  Then in a whisper, I reply, “Yeah, I would like that, for I haven’t eaten anything yet.  I also hate eating by myself and don’t feel like cooking late at night.”  In the dim light, I could see that he was quite pleased with this answer, for his face lit up.  He also had the biggest grin on his face, and oh, that grin, he looks so extremely sexy.  His hair is so dark, and the glimmer in his eye just draws me closer into his soul.  
Looking at me with a slight smile, he hands over a big tub of popcorn saying, “Would you like some before we go get a bite to eat after the movie?”  Reaching into the popcorn tub, I say, “Thanks that would be great.”  While my hand is in the tub, he grabs a hold of my hand and holds it steady, which causes my heart to start to beat even faster.  He says, “Take the whole tub and hold it in your lap, for I have some candy as well.”  Looking into his eyes, the movie begins with the opening credits.  I smile and take the tub from him, placing it in in between my legs.  While moving the tub from his lap to mine, I feel the hand that was holding onto me slide gradually off making me shiver ever so slightly.  Reaching back into the popcorn tub, I pull out some popcorn, and just as I was going up to put the small handful of popcorn in my mouth, I feel his hand on mine again.  This time he was pulling my hand with the popcorn towards him, and he moved my hand all the way up to his mouth.  At first, he gave little kisses to my hand.  Gradually, he started to open my hand up and licked the popcorn up into his mouth one by one leaving behind his saliva on my hand which turned slightly cool from the moisture.  After eating the popcorn, his tongue darted out of his mouth and licked around his lips grabbing all of the taste from off his lip that contained of popcorn.  Watching his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick around his lips, I couldn’t help but watch him and do the same thing longing for just a taste as well.  His eyes lit up as he saw me lick my lips, and he reached into the popcorn tub.  Grabbing out a small handful, he places a piece of popcorn at my lips.  My mouth opens, and he places it inside.  The popcorn is so buttery and still slightly warm.  All of a sudden, I feel his tongue licking my lips getting all of the buttery taste off of my mouth.  Such a silent moan escapes from my mouth while he is licking my lips.  He started to pull back, and I couldn’t help but trying to get closer wanting to feel his tongue on me again.  
All of a sudden, the entire crowd of people got really loud, and my eyes jump to the screen.  The characters were in a high speed chase which was causing a lot of response from the people watching the movie.  As I was getting drawn into the scene of the movie, I forgot briefly about the man beside me.  The next thing I know, there is a huge crash on the screen, and at that moment, the man beside me has his hand on my upper thigh.  My eyes jerk away from the screen as I feel my body jump at the timing of his hand landing on my thigh.  Looking at him with a questioning look, he said “Oops, I’m sorry I was trying to get some more popcorn but that scene from the movie made me missed the bucket.”  “Oh, no problem,” I say while feeling the warmth of his hand spread through that area.  I almost wish his hand had landed on my pussy, for this guy is starting to drive me crazy.  Now, he is rubbing my thigh, and oh, that feels so great.  I sure hope he doesn’t stop.  My legs start to spread with my want growing with the more he rubs, and he is so close, so close.  Picking up my courage, I glance over at him and say, “Why don’t you get just a little closer if you like.”  Oh, the glee that filled his face when I gave him permission to get closer.  He almost looks like a little boy about to open a present.  It didn’t take him long to start to slowly rub my thigh again, but this time his rubbing was getting closer and closer to my pussy.  Pushing my body out just a bit, I try to get his hand on me faster, and when his hand finally touches, a little moan escapes my lips as I finally get his hand touching me where I want.  His hand starts rubbing me, but then the next thing I know, he stops.  Looking at me he asks, “What is that?  Are you shaking?  Do you want me to stop?”  Realizing he is feeling the vibration from the little bullet hidden inside the panties, I tell him, “Oh, no, I’m not shaking.  It is a vibration from a toy that I have on me right now.”  His face lights up with interest, and his hand continues to rub on my pussy.
My mind races back to earlier that day when I was online with my master.  My master was doing a session with me, and he was doing his normal routine of exciting, pleasing, and punishing me throughout the session.  He started off having me tease my body with my hands.  Rubbing my nipples over and over until they were hard points, master then commanded me to pull and twist them until they hurt.  After a while, he had asked me how they were feeling, and I said something about them feeling quite aroused.  Of course, he said that it was good, but I had to stop now.  He then told me to grab my pearl rabbit and put it in.  After placing the pearl rabbit inside of me and nestled against my clit, he then had me turn it on.  The pearls began to twirl around and around at the entrance while the vibration was sending the vibrations through the toy into the clit.  Master had me lay there not touching while the toy was working its magic on me.  The entire time, master was also talking dirty to me and putting a lot of mental images in my head.  He also said that I couldn’t cum until he gave permission.  The rabbit pearl got me closer and closer to cumming, so I had to ask if I could cum.  Master basically tells me no not now, so I had to ask again and again.  He finally lets me cum about the time I’m on the verge of not being able to hold back.  Over and over he let me cum, and after it was over, I looked back and saw that he had me cum 13 times during that session by just the use of the rabbit pearl and his words.  Master then found out I was going to the movies that night and told me that I had to wear the new panties with the bullet vibe and the ben wa balls as well, but I wasn’t allowed to wear a bra when I went to the theater.
Suddenly, my mind goes back to the theater as the guy leans in while still rubbing the pussy, and he starts to kiss me.  Just about every time, he would stick his tongue inside my mouth while kissing.  He also would grab onto my lower lip for just a couple of seconds.  Oh, it was so nice getting my first kiss.  When he stopped, I could still feel a little tingle on my mouth, and I would so love it if he would lean in and kiss me again.  Since we are at the back of the theater, he grabs my hand and pulls me up and over to him.  Pulling me down, he has me sitting on him with my face so close to his.  He leans in and kisses me again while rocking his body against mine.  The vibrations delivered to both his cock and my pussy now which makes us both so ready for more action.  His hands start to undo the buttons on my top, and when he got the last button undone, he moved the shirt apart and stopped kissing me to see the breasts which were already hardened into points from the cool air and all of the sexual teasing between us so far.  Leaning his hand down, he then takes one of the nipples inside of his mouth and sucks on it gently.  Pulling the nipple out a little with his mouth, he then releases that nipple and moves to the other and does the same thing.  Grabbing onto his head, I hold him there, so he would continue to use the mouth on me.  Then I feel him licking around and around on first one nipple then the other.  His hands moved to my back under the shirt and were rubbing up and down my body.  All of his attention felt so good, and the toys just seemed to emphasize what I was feeling.     
Suddenly, he stops all of his touching, and tells me, “Kneel on the ground, for I want to feel your mouth on me.”  I get off of his lap and kneel on the ground in between his legs.  He undoes his pants and releases his cock from the bindings of clothes.  Leaning in to him, I lick underneath his balls and start to swirl my tongue around and around making his balls glisten with my saliva all over.  I noticed that his head was lying against the back of the seat with his eyes closed, as if, maybe he really enjoyed it.  Then I moved up just a bit and was licking up and down his cock tracing the veins as I licked him.  My hair was trailing a little bit on his leg as my head was moving up and down licking his cock.  Just as I moved up and was licking the head around and around feeling the precum that had already gathered on the tip, he grabbed my head and held me still.  He then moves his hand down and rubs my breasts filling me with such desire, and the toys stimulating me were causing such need to be filled.  I couldn’t help but shifting my body wanting to be filled but unable to get away from the stimulation of the toys.  He started to pull my head further onto his cock filling my mouth full of his cock.  
All of a sudden, he said, “The movie is just finishing up.  Would you like to come back with me and enjoy some more of this candy?”  Looking around to glance at the screen, I see that the credits were just starting, so I hurry and button up my shirt.  Sneaking into the seat like nothing happen, I look at him and say, “Sure, I would love to have more of your candy.”  Such a big smile appears on his face, and he said, “I was hoping you would, for I really want to taste your candy before the night is over.”  He then buttons his pants and zips the zipper covering up his cock from my eyes.  “Come on, let’s go to my place, for I need more of you to take care of this hard cock,” he says.  I reply, “Yes, I could really use a hard cock right about now, so let’s hurry to your place before we explode.”  His grin was so big when he heard that I wanted a hard cock that he placed his hand on my pussy and after winking said, “Well, if your pussy wants satisfied you will have to come with me, for I will satisfy your pussy that you will never want to leave.”  We walk out of the theater, and he walked me over to my car.  After making sure I was in my car, he said, “Wait just a bit, and I’ll be over with my car and lead you to my apartment.” After I nodded, he went and pulled his car over by mine.  Then I followed him to his apartment just a few minutes away from the theater.  I park right next to him and follow him up to his apartment.  After he unlocks the door, we go inside, and when he shut the door, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.  Kissing me on the lips, he pushes his tongue inside and draws me close enough to his body, so I feel how hard his cock is against me.  He then leads me to the bed by taking my hand, so I would follow after him.  Before getting on the bed, he makes sure that my shoes come off.  He then gets on the bed over me and gently guides me down, so I am lying down on the bed.  He continues to kiss me while his hands are roaming over my body.  Finally, I guess he had enough, for he started to undo my buttons on the shirt again.  Slowly, my skin was revealed as each button was undone.  He then released the zipper on my skirt and slowly, pulled it off my body.  After the skirt was thrown to the ground, he had me sit up a bit, so he could remove the shirt from my body.  Going back down my body, he removed the panties and turned off the bullet.  Setting them carefully aside, he proceeds to go down to the naked pussy and starts to lick all of the wetness that has been built up over the entire movie.  His tongue moves up and down the wet slit and flicks over and over on the hard clit.  My body kept pushing towards him wanting more, yet he only licked the outside for a little while.  After a while, he started to push his tongue inside me just a bit showing me just a hint of what he would do to me.  My legs start to wrap around him while he continues to use his tongue.  Setting a fire deep within me, he starts to put a finger instead of his tongue inside me, and he feels the ben wa balls.  He told me, “Push them out, for I need to be inside of you now.”  I then pushed the balls out for him to catch them.  When I had finished pushing them out, the door flew open, and there stood another guy in the doorway.  

Not expecting someone else to come around, my whole body felt like it leapt out of the skin, and I got so nervous at first because I didn’t know who it was standing in the doorway.  The guy on the bed with me also looked quite startled, but he then had such a disturbed look on his face.  Spinning around pretty fast, he screamed at the other guy, “What are you doing here?  Get out of my place!”  The guy in the doorway just stayed there leaning against the frame of the door looking at me.   His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he had such a disappointed look in his face when he was looking at me.  Who is this guy and why would he be disappointed in me?  He didn’t even seem to be paying attention to what the guy on the bed with me was saying to him.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of the guy in the doorway, for I was curious why he was looking at me like that.  Then I noticed the guy on the bed getting up and heading to the man in the doorway, but the man in the doorway ended up evading the hands trying to grab him.  It looked like the pushes were against a brick wall, for this guy in the doorway just wouldn’t budge from the guy, I’ve been with this evening, attempt to get him out.   The man in the doorway easily grabs his hands in one of his and bending down grabs a rope from his bag.  Leading the guy to a chair, he makes the guy sit and ties him up.  His hands were secured to the arms of the chair, and his legs were tied to the legs.  He then turns the chair to where the guy has a very good look at the bed.  When he was satisfied with the way the guy was positioned, he then turned, walked back to the doorway, and picked up this bag that was there.  Coming over to the bed, he places the bag on the bed and looks at me.  My heart is beating so fast with not knowing what will happen or who this guy is.  It doesn’t stop my body though from responding, for I still want satisfaction.  The way I feel so aroused from just the hint of things to come.  I don’t really care who this guy is at the moment.  I just want him to please me.  Finally, the unwelcomed stranger speaks, “My love, are you unable to follow my commands?”  My mind starts to race, for the only person who would ask a question like that is my master.  How long has he been watching and finding out what I was doing?  How mad is he?  Finally, I stammered, “Master, is it really you?”   
He doesn’t answer but pulls out some restraints from the bag.  Grabbing one of my wrists, he puts on the restraint and ties it to the one bed post.  I was so nervous, for I wasn’t sure who he really was and what was happening too much.  He then leans over my body and grabs my other hand.  Sliding over my body, he goes and ties my hand to the post on that side.  Kneeling beside me, he places his hands on my breasts and starts to rub them.  Making my heart race at his touch, I could feel the dampness flowing more like a waterfall down lower by now.  His hands slowly glide down my stomach causing me to feel shivers at his touch.  He finally reached the tip of the pussy and slowly slid his hand all the way down.  Pressing in a bit to where he touches the entrance, he slides his hand all the way back up until he was resting against the clit.  All of a sudden, I feel a loss of his hand touching me, but the next second he slapped the pussy hard.  He finally speaks to me, “Do you dare question if it is me?”  Immediately, he pulled the lips apart enough and spanked me again right on the clit which made me end up moving my legs a bit because of the power of the blow.  Seeing that little movement, he grabbed one leg and tied it to the post where the hand was tied to for that side.  Grabbing the other leg, he did the same thing, so I was exposed to whatever he wanted.  Finally able to speak, I say, “Sorry, Master, I wasn’t sure at first.”  He replied, “Well, I’ll make sure you never question me like that again.”     
My master grabs out of the bag a jeweled belt and hits his hand just a couple of times testing the belt out first.  Hearing the belt smacking very lightly against his hand, my body started to anticipate how it would feel on me, and the sound seemed to encourage the moisture to flow even more.  Instead of smacking me with it right away, he grabbed some clamps from inside the bag and placed one on each of the pussy lips.  At first, pain filled my body, but the pain was just enough where I could stand it.  Glancing down, I noticed that the clamps were attached to a sturdy piece of material.  Master then pulled the material and tied it underneath my body, so the lips were pulled apart exposing everything to him.  Next, the belt was striking me against the clit, lips, and butt.  Over and over, the strikes kept coming, but they always came in different places at different with different power behind the strikes.  I didn’t know where the next strike would come or how hard it would be, and I couldn’t move to get away from the blows.  The blows were becoming too much, for I can’t handle it too much longer.  I started to scream which must have been what he was waiting for me to do.  Because not long after I started to scream, the blows stopped.  He then slides up my body while placing his cock at the entrance to the pussy.  When he got in place, he started to slide all the way in and out fast.  Oh, it felt so good having him sliding in and out of me.  He goes for several minutes like this, and all of a sudden, he pulls all the way out.  He undoes the clamps where the blood rushes back to the normal flow, and I clenched my hands and groaned at the sudden pain of the blood rushing back.
Untying me from the bed, he leads me over to the guy tied to the chair and fastens my ankles to the same chair the guy is tied to as well.  He then leans in and whispers in my ear, “Bend down and take his cock in your mouth, my love.”  At his command, I bend down and see that this guy that has been tied to the chair for part of the evening is so ready to be touched.  His cock was so engorged with the blood which makes his cock stand straight up into the air.  The veins in his cock were so big that it made his cock look very textured.  His balls looked to be so heavy with the sperm waiting to shoot out.  My tongue darts out and licks around the tip, and he shivers lightly from the sudden touch.  Behind me, master slides inside of my pussy once more and begins to slide in and out.  Meanwhile, my tongue is sliding up and down the guy’s cock in front of me following each and every vein that was popped out.  I would begin to lick around and around on his balls, so he was completely covered in saliva and precum.  I guess master noticed that I hadn’t taken the cock inside my mouth like I was told, for all of a sudden, I felt this stinging slap hit my bottom.  He kept hitting me until I had slid the other guy’s cock inside my mouth.  Twirling my tongue around and around the cock, I then started taking it in my mouth more and more.  I was able to get part of his cock inside my mouth, but master had other plans and started fucking my body harder which pushed me deeper onto this guy’s cock.  I was so wet that master took his cock out and was sliding it up and down my slit.  He then started to push it into the anus slowly until he was completely inside of me again.  While he was fucking me, I started to squeeze tighter and tighter onto this guy’s cock.  Next, I realize that his sperm is flying out of his cock and into my mouth, so I swallowed what I could as fast as I could.  Master then put his hand around me and started to rub the clit really fast until my legs were shaking with the hard cumming I received.  A little bit later, master pulled out of me, and I could feel liquid hitting me on the butt.  Leaning in close to me, he said, “Next time you think about disobeying, I may not be so kind.  I might leave your body on fire for hours before I let you feel any hole filled with cock.” 

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