At Last We Meet

[SexyChele]

OOC: Sorry, but this is a closed thread for Julian and SexyChele. However, I do invite you all to read along and enjoy!

Character: Shelly, age 31, medium length light auburn hair, blue eyes. Shelly has been involved with a "cyber lover" for quite some time, and is now about to meet him and spend a weekend with him ~

IC:

As I pull my car into the airport parking lot, I find myself starting to shake. It’s just nerves, I know. But how to steady myself? I turn off the ignition, and sit in the car for a few more minutes, trying to breathe deep and compose myself.

Yes, I have to admit that what I’m about to do is probably one of the most risky things I’ve ever done in my life. My roommate told me I was foolish. My best friend said I would be disappointed. Yes, I suppose meeting a man who I had just had conversations with over an internet chat room was not a very bright thing to do. Yet, his words exuded so much more than most other men I had known. At various times I had been in different moods, and he responded to all of them. He was sweet and tender when I wanted to crawl into some one’s lap and let the world slip away. He was rough and lewd when the urge to cum was just too overwhelming to ignore. We had had several phone conversations and his voice, so sexy and inviting, made me smile as well as caused my body to react.

But would he like me? Would he find me attractive? Would I find him attractive? It was difficult to think that I might not. I looked at my watch. His plane would be arriving in another 15 minutes. I pulled down the mirror to check my make-up just one more time, and spritzed a little perfume behind each ear. Taking a deep breath, I step out of my car and smooth down the short skirt that I had worn. The blouse, silky and loose, yet clingy, hugged my breasts and allowed the nipples to poke through slightly. I checked my stockings for runs, as I looked appreciatively at the high-heeled pumps that I had worn. Without panties, the cool air brushed my lips as soft as a lover’s caress, and I tingled. Grabbing my purse, I closed the car door and set the alarm.

Walking to the terminal and then to the gate, I began to feel my hips sway and noticed that my breasts are bouncing slightly. I look to find several men staring at me as I pass by. Well, maybe if they find me attractive, he will.

I arrive at the gate just as the airline personnel open the doors to allow the passengers off. I stand off to one side, waiting and watching. Seeing families reunited, watching lovers embrace, seeing business men and women immediately reach for cell phones. I’ve only been given a vague description of what he looks like, and I search every face that remotely resembles him – to no avail. I figure the plane must be almost empty, and still no sign of him. Did he change his mind? Did he miss his flight?

Then, suddenly in my ear, that familiar voice….

“Looking for me, angel?”

His words to me whenever I logged into the chat room….whispered here in the airport terminal. I spin around, and see him: tall, dark, smiling. Without thinking, I rush into his arms that enfold me and hold me tight against him. I inhale deeply of his cologne – Safari, I think it is, one of my favorites.

No, this is not wrong or stupid or foolish. How can anything that feels this good ever be wrong?

 

[Julian]

Dreams in a Computer's Haze

The heels of my loafers rebounded off the smooth gleaming floors as I held my small attached over one shoulder. The airport was quiet, but moving, as I sought my luggage, and continued closer to my dream. If she was here, life would change. My topcoat flowed behind me like a cape, the weather cooler than I expected. Sunglasses hid my eyes as they wandered over the beautiful figues of these women as I saw them, each lovelier than the last. Some glanced at me, staring at my broad chest and tight silk pullover under my black suit. Some even smiled, but I didn't want a smile.

'I do this because I want to...and like to', she typed, 'and for you. Those reasons alone are enough for me.'

I wanted a kiss, an embrace, and to let the beast inside me run loose over this passionate, beautiful woman who had written me, chatted and even gave me the thrill of the wildest,most incredible cyber intimacy anyone could ever hope to read or write. Now I flew to her, and told her that I'd be at a flight at a certain time; if she saw me & didn't like me, I'd understand if she left. At least I'd have a chance at a vacation.

It had been less than a day since she typed for me, and I was already breathless with anticipation. Did she want to hear from me again her in reality instead of the safety of the cyberspace chatroom? Was she really having the most pleasure she could from my mere words? Did she really feel the internal need for wanton desires?

Had I found my match?

Lteracy & creativity brought me here, to the website, but the chatroom was a timid swim of the curious mind and the horny body. At 6'2" with black hair and broad shoulders, people find me a bit aloof, or distant, thus my museum trips alone or coffee house visits for poetry nights. Thus, I am always working. As a artist working to stay financially afloat, the Internet was a luxury of time I felt was a waste. There was much to see, and the e-mail is excellent, but people...that I missed. Contact, longing, smiles, intimacy, compassion, lust; where was it?

It was in her words.

As I entered the chatroom a few months ago, I recalled my first time; the cherry of my cyber-sex future. I just met (and later expecienced) a sexual encounter with a young teen-ish braggard, woman/child seeking someone to make her smile; I thought at first about telling jokes. She stated to me that very few satisfed her here in the chatroom, but my profile intrigued her to shout at me, offering me a chance at her body. Curious, I clicked the highlighted box, and proceeded to create the written expression of what we'd do in person. When I noticed I was doing most of the writing, I became bored, then a consonant, a string of vowels and mixed letters appreared in my message box.

"CcUuuuuuuuuuuuuUuuuUuummmniing", she typed, "I'm cuummmmmmmmmmmininnnggggggg."

My face fell slack; a woman had an orgasm in front of me and I never saw it, yet felt as she described her body blushing, her face contrting with delight, and her nubile naked body on her chair at her computer. She sent me a pitcute of herself which in reality was a porn starlet notorious for her enormous boobs and radio guest spots with lesbians and a controversial asenine, host. Thus, no loss and a introduction to a sexual revolution I had not imagined.

Then I met Her. She made me breathless, nervous and happy at the same time. When she asked my name, I told her, and detailed what my appearance was to her. She sent me one, making me tingle with desire and need. The chats had been fantasy, passionate, kinky, obscene and so wild I knew books hadn't broached the subjects she touched upon alone with me in the chatroom. Nothing was taboo, or reckless, just ourselves, opening up, one to the other.

As I went for my luggage, I saw several men passing me, their necks craned back impossibly without a chiropractor or a need. And then I saw the Need, and hoped it was Her. She glanced around, looking for someone, her hair shimmering and silky, soft and radiant. She smiled, many men noticing her and the wonderful figure she had under her tight clothing. I remembered her words echoing in the idea of meeting me, of flying to her side and seeing if this would be enough to relight the skies, or if we'd just be friends. Because she wanted to, and like to...

I took a step and a breath, slipping behind her cocupied gaze of the terminal. A second later, I exhaled, "Looking for me, angel?"

Then she turned to me...and I got my embrace.

 

[SexyChele]

Finally, I could feel his body next to mine. Even with heels, I had to reach up high to wrap my arms around his neck, and I felt him bend his body to mine. His arms emcompassing me felt secure as they held me tighter to him.

When we finally pulled apart slightly, I kept my hands on his shoulders and looked up at him. Gently, I removed the sunglasses from his face, and stared up at the most incredible dark eyes I'd ever seen. He broke into a grin, and I felt his hands rub the sides of my body.

"Disappointed, Angel? Should I get back on that plane and out of your life forever?"

My response was to place my hands on either side of his face and draw it to mine, my lips searching for his. As our lips find one another, I feel his arms tighten about me one more time. Running my hands under his jacket, feeling the smooth silk covering his body, my lips and body respond to him.

"No, Julian," I whisper as we separate, "I don't want you to go. I want you stay right here."

Once more his lips find mine, and I realize how tender, yet strong, his lips feel against mine. I return his kiss eagerly, and begin to feel the distinct wetness begin to spread forth from my thighs. As we break our kiss, and I give him one last hug, I can feel the beginnings of an erection under his clothing. Just for good measure, I rub my belly against him, then look up at him innocently, to find him smiling down at me.

"I'm ready to go if you are, Angel. Just show me the way."

We make our way out to my car, Julian's arm around me the whole say. Settling into the car, I tell Julian it will be about an hour's drive. As I pull out of the parking stall, I glance over to him, to find a mischevious grin begin to play about his lips....

 

[Julian]

Subtle Smiles & Seductions

Author Frank Miller wrote, "She smelled the way Angels ought to smell", and that was Her. I could lift Her curvy, lithe body with one arm, but cradling her with both made the delivery of her affection much more potent. I gently inhaled again, as was euphoric with the pleasure her scent alone gave me.

She's truly intoxicating, and I am getting a boner. As my Angel removed my shades and looked in my eyes, kissing me gently and deeply, I was certain nothing could replace this moment of anticipation. Then she told me how long a drive we had to her place. And the letters suddenly flashed in my eyes, and my expression shone on her face as she smiled.

WEG, meaning wicked, evil, grin; on belying the true nature of the smiling person. And she knew the WEG was on my l-i-p-s.

She lead me to my luggage, and I glanced back at her wondrous ass encased in the skirt, and the jealous glances of other men in the terminal. She strolled on, oblivious to them, and showing me either she had nothing underneath or little to nothing, which would be just as good. I grabbed my bags, and we strolled out of the airport and under the concrete pylons to her car. Her heels clicked out a steady pace, and I continued, my shades hiding the anticipation and delight in my eyes, though I knew my slight boner gave me away. The trunk opened and I noticed the streams of light slipping through her hair, like a halo, making me shake my head. My Angel smiled at me, asking, and then giggling, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing", I began, catching my breath, "could ever be better...but it does. It gets better with every step near you, my Angel."

I stowed the luggage in the trunk and heard the slam of the metal door on its' edge. As she turned, I grasped her bicep, gently coaxing her back to me. She came, with a step and locked her mouth atop mine. I smiled, deeply kissing this woman, holding her to me, tighter than I did before, smiling and touching her face and her back, stroking her and hoping her leg was shooting up at the knee. My hands danced over her in the garage and then we parted, our hair mussed, our clothing slightly buffed and wrinkled, but happier nonetheless.

As she opened the doors from her side, I began laughing.

"What is it?" she asked.

I laughed softly, then said, entering the car, "This is going to be the longest hour of our lives."

 

[SexyChele]

As he walked slightly behind me, I hoped that he could make out there was no pantylines showing through the tight skirt. The dark sunglasses were back to covering his beautiful brown eyes, and I had no way of reading his thoughts.

Except that grin.....the grin that ate up his face and made me wonder what he was thinking....

As we put the luggage into the car, he grabbed my arm and gently brought me close to him. I marveled at the gentleness of this man - well over 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered, he looked very much as if he could play the bouncer he said he had once done. And yet, his touch was gentle, his guiding of me almost a soft suggestion.

Yet, as our mouths locked once more, and my hands moved to his shoulders, I could feel his strength. As my hands ran down his arms and then under his coat and up his back, I realized this was a powerful man in front of me. Capable of crushing me? Maybe. Capable of gentleness? Yes, that I was seeing. A good combinaton of both is what I was hoping for.

As my hands stroked his face, I delighted in seeing the contrast of my fair skin against his dark skin, and wondered what that contrast would look like against his entire body. I ran my fingers through his thick black hair, loving the feel of it between my fingers and wondering at how its smoothness would feel against my cheek. His moustache slightly tickled my upper lip, causing a slight giggle to escape my lips, yet still seeking eagerly his kisses.

I felt my pussy burning with excitement, suddenly wanting to feel this man against my body, naked and burning with passion. As we separated, mussed and slightly wrinkled, we smiled at one another.

The drive to my apartment was the typical slow drive in Southern California traffic. As we drove along, we talked of common interests as he played with radio, sharing the music he liked to listen to.

While my concentration was on the road, I suddenly felt his had on my knee, brushing it with his finger tips, circling and teasing. I looked over at him and smiled encouragingly.

"Just be careful, if you keep doing that, we don't get too carried away."

He leaned over and nuzzled my neck, as his hand slipped up higher onto my thigh. I sighed, concentrating all the more on the road before me. Suddenly his hand stopped as he reached the top of the stocking I was wearing. Tracing his fingers along the top of the stocking, he eventually found the garter strap. Pulling his face away from my neck, I felt his eyes bore into me, before I felt his tongue on my earlobe, licking, sucking, biting. His fingers traced the garter strap upwards, feeling the lace and my thigh together, until he reached the apex where my thigh and groin joined. Moving a little lower in the seat, and spreading my thighs slightly, he moved his hand towards my sex. When his hand touched my uncovered mons, it stopped for a moment. Whispering in my ear, I could tell his desire was high for me at that moment. Almost close to losing it myself, I had to swerve to miss a car, and heard Julian chuckle softly to himself.

"I'd better let you drive, Angel, so we can arrive in one piece!"

However, we both knew our passion was at a peak, and when I finally pulled into the parking lot we were both ready to see that passion fulfilled. I was glad my roommate had told me she would be gone until Monday night.....

 

[Guest]

HOT STORY

WHAT A HOT STORY...KEEP IT GOIN'

 

[Julian]

Finger Food & Dancing Touches

As my Angel pulled into the driveway I smiled at her, sniffed my fingers, then felt a small rumbling. Not an earthquake...but it couldn't be indigestion as I haven't eaten since Texas. I let my fingers slip onto her hand, keeping it on the steering wheel.

"Dear", I whispered, leaning close, smiling, "have you had dinner?"

"No", she said softly, "I was too nervous meeting you to eat beforehand."

"And now?"

"Famished!"

The car went in reverse, and we arrived a moment later arond the corner in a small restaurant with a Arabic name and small windows. I inhaled the fragrant fingers one last time and followed her perfect smooth ass. Despite being located in a strip mall once inside the restaurant it was as if you dropped into central UAE. I was aghast, watching my Angel moving closer to the maitre'd, asking for a place in the back, and watching as a moustached youth lead us to some pillows in the back of the restaurant. My Angel lead us to the spot, and I noticed the young man glancing, eyes agog, at her wonderful round peach of an ass. I moved past her, taking her hand as she slipped gracefully to the floor, his eyes running along her legs and towards the darkness of the hem. He pulled back, smiled and left us. A karafe of wine and two goblets arrived a moment later as we curled up, our shoulders next to one another, smiling, a soft peck on the lips our contact. I stroked her hair, looking in her eyes, seeing the depth of passion I've yet to explore with her. She pulled her gaze away, and again I looked at every inch of her lucious body, my eyes drinking in the details of her beauty.

"Do you know how gorgeous you are Angel?" She let her small, delicate hand travel over my shoulder, touching my face and creeping over my lips with her thumb. A kiss hit the thumb print a secnd later, making her smile, her fingers moving her hair away from that wonderful face.

She curled her finger towards me, beckoning me closer as she did through cyber-space, from Texas, over the miles, to here. Next to her, along side, with a smile. I leaned over and whispered, "Yes?"

"I'm not wearing underwear, Julian", she gasped, the breath and confirmation escaping in one quick moment. My eyes widened, and I tried to keep the silly grin to a minimum, but when she slipped a pillow onto my lap, I began stroking her back, gently rubbing her neck and shoulders, smiling as her fingers slipped over my thigh and under the pillow. Each fingernail bounced off the wool of my trousers, my breath growing sharper as the lights dimmed and the Maitre'd came under the center spot lights.

"Ladies and gentlemen", he shouted in a sing-song voice, deep and sweet, "tonight you shall witness a dance of pleasure, and seduction; one that brought king to their knees! I give you...the dance of the Seven veils!"

Horns and pipes blared along with a techno-pop track behind the live band as my Angel moved closer to me, leaving the pillow where it was. She kissed my cheek, her eyes fluttering and her nipples now poking through the material of her blouse. Her lips parted as the music blared, and a young woman of about 19 came out, veils & harem pants & a sequined bustier. She moved like a tornado, spinning and tossing veils, her body rapt like a snake and poised for teasing us all. Her hair flew like a scarf, and the veils flew like colored birds, as my Angel kissed me again, tenderly and with great passion. Her tongue swam over mine, my heart fluttering with the beat of the music. I gasped, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock, gently determining my width and length. My Angel stroked me again, the veils floating as the audience clapped and cheered.

Suddenly I slipped my fingers in her mouth gently interrupting the kiss, and she smiled, knowing her own flavor on my fingers. She continued stroking me, making me harder and thicker than ever, all for a wonderful woman who was a present to my soul and a mystery to my heart. I sucked the fingers once more, the last of her savoriness gone, and smiled. We knew our teasing was creating a bomb, and it would go off soon.

Very soon.

My Angel looked at me through the haze of the semi-dark room. We knew the truth: this was not a dream. We were real, and excited, and ready for a moment in time near the immortal of romances. She leaned against the pillow on my straining cock, her hair so soft and beautiful, her eyes dancing with delight & passion. I exhaled, kissing her once more as dinner arrived, serving her the cous-cous, more pita & taboulah, and the chunks of lamb. We told jokes, kissed, drank more wine and touched our faces, making the details of this moment as vivid as possible. Eventually, my cock and her nipples softened, but after dinner, and the check, we knew what dessert was going to be for us.

All we had to do was make it to her home.

 

[SexyChele]

What nervousness I may have had at meeting Julian quickly evaporated over dinner. Snuggling close to his large frame, feeling small and delicate, yet protected, gave me a sense of comfort with this man.

Through his strength I sensed the softness, the gentleness that made this man a paradox. And caused the passion to rise within me. Telling him I was not wearing underwear was said to gauge his reaction, and I was pleased to watch the play over his face.....and how his hands immediately began to play with me.

Not able to resist any longer, I had to feel this man, had to feel his manhood, and the urge to tease him became unbearable. Stroking his cock under pillow, feelikng it grow long, hard, and thick caused my heart to beat rapidly knowing that I would soon see, feel, and know this part of him soon.

Our kisses were filled with desire and longing, and we both knew when the time came, our passion would explode around us, leaving us drained, spent, happy.

As dinner ended, and we left the restaurant, Julian's arm was about me, sliding down to my waist then lower until his hand rested on my ass. Giving him the keys, he pulled out from the parking lot as my hand once more sought out the treasure between his thighs. Feeling him grow stiff once more, the desire to feel his cock slip through my lips was almost overwhelming. Yet, we were just now arriving at the apartment.

We stayed in the car, caressing each other, gently showering kisses on each other. As I looked down, I could see his cock forming a tent in his slacks, and I looked up and smiled into his deep brown eyes.

"We better get inside, Angel," he whispered to me, "or something may very well happen out here."

I smiled at the thought, but agreed. Unloading the car, we walked to my apartment, and I let us in. My roommate had, in fact, taken off, so the apartment was ours for the weekend. Julian placed his things on the floor by the door, then reached out and brought me near to him.

Sliding my arms around his neck, he lowered his face to me, our lips locking together. I felt his hands run the length of my body, before I felt him start to unbutton my blouse. Holding my breath, I waited, every once in a while feeling his fingers touch my skin through the material. Finally, my blouse was undone and pulled free from my skirt. My breasts, freed from their captivity, round, full, tight, pert nipples, displayed beautifully for Julian - ready for his ministering touch.

I slid his jacket from his shoulders, and pulled the turtleneck from his body. I gasped at the sight of his torso, my hands running the length and width of it.....fingers lightly skimming the surface. As he pulled me to him once more, I felt my breasts crush against his chest as once more his lips met mine...

 

[Guest]

Kisses of Desire

A kiss and a button, a kiss & a button. Kiss & button. Kiss...button. Kiss, button. Kiss. Button.

She helped remove my shirt, then another kiss and I was topless.

As was she, and excited. Her nipples stood firm and upward, the skin around them smooth and soft, willing and pliable against my fingers. I stroked her face, kissing her lips again, pulling myself to her, smiling and touching her bare back. She gasped - Though I never heard it. - I knew it as her body moved and kept me willing and erect. My Angel is so beautiful, I feel a little bad marring her with my body. But I shall, over & over & over...

I gasped softly at the sight of perfection, and knelt before my angel, committed to worshipping her body with every bit of my tongue and lips. I let her body slip against a wall, lifting her hemline gently as I kissed her legs and stroked her knees, making her body shiver and quake. Silent, sweet kisses covered all I could find, and quickly became bites as her fingers wove themselves into my hair. She found my tongue drawing lines over her legs, my hand lifting one knee, and draping it over my leg. As she felt herself being exposed, I was suddenly it with the sweet scent of her musk, the desire growing in my soul and pants. Her skirt wasnow bunched up on her waist, wrapped and tangled on her smooth tummy. She smiled as I exposed her, and now stared at what I only dreamed about on the nights we had cyber-sex, and when she called me at my studio. This is a beautiful woman, topless, her hair shaking everywhere, wearing on the heels she had and her body mine for the taking. Her bikini line was almost non-existant and she groaned as I touched her inner thigh, smiling and drawing closer to the puffy lips of her exposed, slick pussy.

A kiss touched the cropped soft, smooth skin. My fingers ran over the lips, tracing the line and making the moisture of her wet, hot sex collect on the tips. She shuddered, pinned to the wall, her legin the air, my lips kissing her outer flesh, my tongue licking and my fingers stroking.

Then I stopped, a cool stream of air hitting the lips gently, saying sweetly, "More my Angel?"

She groaned, "Oh yes, Julian...please..."

Her voice trailed off as I began licking her wonderful, tasty sex with wild abandon as I plunged into her, smiling and slurping, never really hearing my name. All that mattered was the 'yes', and her pleasure. She moaned, her body pumping itself it my wet and uncontrollable mouth, the tonge flicking the slit between the lips, my fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, holding her up against the wall, letting her body move and grind under my spell.

I slid one finger, then another into her dripping hot pussy, my face and moustache glistening with her honey, my tongue now working in circles on her clit. She moaned, louder this time, as I ran back and forth, over and under, the fingers plunging deeper and slower into the magnificent pussy. I savored every bit of her, slurping and dining like a starving man. A sex-starved man; despite that, I was going to feed my Angels' desires and needs first.

I heard one hand slap the wall, bracing her to allow the pleasures fly into her, but also to keep her from toppling to the ground. I smiled, mumbled and hoped she heard my request. She leaned closer, craning her neck through the slits of her eyes, her fingers pulling me away from her hot, wet pussy. I saw her face flush, a mask of desires and pleasures, and her eyes looked past the pleasure at me, into my want for her to enjoy this moment.

"What did you say babe", she whispered, my smile coated with the slickness of the juicy pussy I feasted on.

"Lick your nipples", I replied softly, staring into the heat of her beating heart. She lifted on full, round breast, cupping and caressing the other, and her tongue touched the erect bud, licking it and making the Angel shiver with delight and joy, her eyes floating back into her head as I returned to making her smile again.

Two fingers danced inside the melting honey-pot of her pussy, the slippery sticky juices flavoring my tastebuds as she humped my mouth. Curling one finger, I moved it up, touching the inner wall, searching for the magical G-Spot, wanting her to explode and cream on me like a fountain. Despite my ears being pressed against her thighs, I could hear a wailing of delight and feel her body shaking, quaking with the pleasure I wanted to give her. Her hips rolled and I continued licking and eating this sugary pussy, slurping the wetness up with my tongue and making love to her with my mouth. She moaned and shouted my name as I found the tenderness, tapping it gently and making her legs shake with anticipation of her impending orgasm. My fingers continued pumping her wet hot box, the tongue dancing furiously to and fro, my mouth swimming in her juices and glazing all of me.

My Angel licked and sucked her own nipples, increasing her pleasure as I continued making love to this delicious pussy. She began moving with a whip-like motion, then suddenly, stopped, planting her body along the wall. She came. I was gripped in her fingers, my face in place as she wailed, her sound peircing the silence of the room with her orgasm crashing over her body. Keeping the one leg over my shoulder, pinned her to the wall, her hair moving back and forth, cascading onto her body, sweat dripping from her face onto mine. She growled, lust and expression pouring out of her, the spasms shaking me as she came again & again. I quickly pulled my fingers out, offering them for her to suckle, which she did, nourishing her sexual need with the juices of her own pussy. Her lips hung open with a o-forming on them, her eyes fluttering back and forth as she made my face pull away from her wet, slippery snatch, her fingers holding me in place at an angle. She was breathless, glowing with the blush of a new orgasm, a sheet of thin perspiration on her upper body and thighs.

She smiled, thanking me, then stared right into my eyes, saying something so softly only the hyper-sensitive and the desired heard it:

"My turn, Julian...."

 

[Julian]

Oops...Sorry...

I wrote this reply...but forgot to add my name to it...

That's all.

Enjoy!

 

[SexyChele]

Even after my orgasm subsided my body continued to shake. My knees felt as if they had turned to water, and it was difficult to stay standing. Still unable to catch my breath, I could only look down on this man who had brought me such intense pleasure, stroke his face and smile.

My mind wandered to the time when he told me we would never make it to my bedroom for our first coupling and now I understood that he had meant it!

My body positively glowed at the attention and affection I had just received, and I realized that there really wasn't an adventure that I would not go on with this man - I would do whatever he asked of me. And I would love doing it.

I barely heard myself murmur "My turn, Julian..." Yet, it seemed to excite him. As I grabbed his arms and pulled him to me, our lips met with their own passion and I could taste and smell myself on his face. Kissing and licking, I tried to clean up as much as I could, enjoying the taste and liking the way his arms tightened around me.

My hand went down to his slacks and his arousal was obvious. He was as hard as a rock! I began rubbing his cock through the material and he hel me tightly to him....so tight, he almost took my breath away. With both hands, I began to undo his slacks, and once button and zipper were undone, I hooked my hands inside and pulled them down over his hips. Gently pushing him back, he sat down on the couch as I knelt before him, removing his shoes and the rest of his clothing. His skin was dark and smooth, and contrasted nicely against my fair skin. Laying my head on his thigh I concentrated on running my hands along his body, as his hands ran their course over mine.

Looking up at him and smiling, I stand before him and slowly remove my skirt. Now I am standing before him clad in only garter, stockings, and high heels. His hands reach out to run over my hips and down my thighs, tracing the garter straps, a smile playing over his lips.

I kneel between his thighs once more and lightly stroke his hardness. Taking it in one had, I run my tongue up and down its shaft, around the ridge, and then to the tip where I find a drop of pre-cum waiting for me. As I taste his juice for the very first time, I am surprised that the taste is sweet. But I am also delighted! I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking gently, while continuing to stroke the base. As my mouth slowly makes its way down the shaft, my other hand reachs down and grabs his balls, hearing him gasp out.

As I take more of him into my mouth, I suck harder, until I feel his hands on either side of my head, his hips starting to move forward to meet me. My head begins to bob back and forth, and I am lost in the feel and taste of him in my mouth. Raking my nails lightly against his inner thigh, I hear him gasp and smile to myself.

Suddenly, he pulls me away, and I look up at him questioningly...

"I want you to do something for me, my Angel, is that OK?"

I nod my head in response.....anything Julian wants is what I want....

 

[Julian]

My Angel, My Whore

Slipping my fingers under her chin, gently, I lifted her away from my cock, glistening and smooth with her warm saliva and throbbing with need and desire. She stood in front of me, absolute perfection, round and beautiful, the most incredibly sexy woman I could lay my eyes upon. Her nipples were still erect, short gasp escaped her lips, and a small whimper as I took the cock-meat from her escaped. She smiled, her hands behind her back, almost innocent in her obvious burning sexuality.

Patting the seat next to me, I beckoned her to sit; she immediately let her arms swim around me, kissing me, kneeling next to me, caressing my chest and smiling. Her soft lips were heaven to my face and desires, and the full, round breast magnificent against my arm. We kissed again, deeply and passionately, our tongues slipping over one another, the tips touching and making the lust in our bodies swell more. My cock jumped involuntarily, and I could see her hips grinding the against one another, her pussy in need of contact and pleasure.

"Angel", I whispered, "do you know why I am really here?"

She leaned back, reminding me of the temple of her beauty in her body. The she shook her beautiful face, the soft hair floating about her, smiling, her eyes hungry for me: "Just for this...maybe?"

"No", I replied, looking in her eyes, dead-serious, and touching her shoulder, "I am here for you, not for myself."

She felt the fleeting touch of my fingers on her skin, making her tremble slightly as I continued: "I am here only to fulfill your desires baby. Nothing you can ask for is nasty; nothing is taboo or will chase me away this weekend."

She gasped, know our conversations & e-mails had been quite extreme, ear-shattering as we both wailed our orgasms & mutual pleasure across the country before meeting: "You are mine, here and now..."

My fingers crept over her nipples, now shaking with an understanding and pulsing as her breath shortened. I continued in my low tone: "I am your deviate, your desire, your pleasure, your pain..."

"All will be done. And you will be mine, any time I so desire or wish. Now do you understand me Angel?"

She trembled as I leaned closer, pressing her to me, her small, sweet hand now stroking my cock as I nibbled her ears, kissing her face and strking her back. She shivered, not from the cold, or the sweat of her body, or her nervousness, but from her need...her absolute desire and want. I bit her ear gently, touching her cheek and guiding her slowly over my cock, her small hands now working harder stroking me, massasging my balls, trying to make certain any pleasure is mutual. Her hair dangled over her ears and covered the expression of lust just a bit, so I slipped my fingers into the long, soft locks and pulled her up to me, slowly and looked in her lust-crazed eyes?

"I said, 'Do you understand me?'"

Softly, timidly, my Angel replied, "Yes Julian..."

She continued stroking me, cupping the smooth, jism-filled testes in her hands as I stated: "You are now my little Fuck-Slut; do you understand me?"

"Yes Julian", she breathed.

"Then say it..."

"I am your little fuck-slut Julian", she slipped, softly and needy as my hand now traveled over her body, cupping her smooth, full ass, dropping between the cheeks and into the pussy I just licked to a wild & willing orgasm. "I'll do a-anything...anything you want..."

"Are you my whore now, Angel?"

Her eyes rolled back, my cock still in the grip of her wonderful massaging, stroking action. She was silent, but her mouth hung open as my words hit her brain and her needs. My fingers made contact with her pussy, sliding deeper and futher into her, the chasm wetter and hotter as I contiued whispering to her: "Say it..."

She gasped, "I...I am your w-whore...Julian..."

The fingers found their way into her pussy, slipping and finger-fucking her with a smooth, quick stroke, the tip slipping deeper than before. My Angel was melting, groaning, grinding back on the fingers in her hot, swollen tender cunny. She was devoid of modesty or tranquility; her body was on fire and she needed this more than she knew. I released her hair, and she immediately dove for my cock, licking the precum like a lollipop, sucking the soft purple head, rubbing it and the slippery excess over her face, kissing it and biting the length, desperate to eat me, but prolonging the pleasure by knowing all of the cock. She longed to know its' depth, width, length, size, sweetness and veins that would lead her to a steaming mouthful of jism if she continued on her path to desire and pleasure.

"Do you like that cock baby?" I asked softly, smiling and watching her as I pulled aside her hair for a better view. She mumbled a muffled response, gorging herself on the inches, sucking me, hollowing her cheeks and rolling my balls like marbles in her fingers. Her hips rolled as my fingers slid deeper and faster in her hot wet cauldron, the pussy making sizzling the needs of her body and spirit. "Do you want to make me cum Angel? Do you want me to cum in your hot little mouth?"

 

[SexyChele]

As he pulled me off of his throbbing cock, I looked at him questioningly. I watched as his eyes drank in my body. The look in his eyes made me feel as though I was the sexiest woman in the world, and that none other mattered to him than I. The feeling made me delirious and heady.

When he patted the seat next to him, I couldn't hold myself back. I drew him to me, kissing him and stroking him. Wanting to feel all of him, relishing his body and its feel against my own.

"do you know why I am really here?"

Well, that seemed like it should be an easy answer. Wouldn't he simply want what all other men normally want and desire? To find satisfaction and pleasure with my body?

"I am here for you, not for myself."
"I am here only to fulfill your desires baby. Nothing you can ask for is nasty; nothing is taboo or will chase me away this weekend."

My mind was racing....a man here for my desires? How does a woman understand this? And how can I truly accept this for real? I look at him, lust in my eyes, yes, but uncertainty as well. Then, as he continues, I realize what he means...

"All will be done. And you will be mine, any time I so desire or wish. Now do you understand me Angel?"

In deepest part of my brain I understand him completely, yet I hesitate to answer outright. I do so much want to be his, and to do so when he desires or wishes. Yet....how can I admit that? How does a woman open up in such a way? I start to stroke his cock, hoping to give him pleasure, so much pleasure that he may forget I have not answered. But I should know better, when asks if I do undersand.

I murmur my agreement to him...."Yes, Julian...." And his next words shock me slightly...

"You are now my little Fuck-Slut; do you understand me?"

However, a tingle of excitment, naughtiness even runs through my body. I've never had a man say such a thing to me. Can I understand? The thought thrills me, while also brings some fear. He asks again, and I ascent. Yet, he is not satisfied with that....I must repeat his words, acknowledging my status with him. Looking at him, feeling his hand on my ass, I know I have no other choice but to repeat the words back to him - and to mean them.

Once again, I am surprised at his words.....

"Are you my whore now, Angel?"

My brain reels at the thought....am I? Could I? But feeling his hands enter my wet sex, knowing the delights that he can bring me to, the heights he can push my body and mind towards, I know that I can and will be his whore. But to verbalize it? At his insistance. I find myself saying the very words I never knew I could say.....and discovering that I love the sound of them, the feel of them on my tongue and lips as I give myself to this man with but a couple of sentences.

As he releases my hair, I once again start to suck his cock. When he asks if I like it, and I can only mumble my reply. Oh, but who wouldn't?? He is delicious and wonderful, and my only concern now is to return the pleasure he has given me.

"Do you want to make me cum Angel? Do you want me to cum in your hot little mouth?"

Moaning in my desire and lust, I lift myself off of him and, stroking his cock, look him in the eyes.

"Yes, Julian, I do want to make you cum. I want you to cum in your whore's willing mouth. Please, Julian."

While I continue to look at him, I once again wrap my lips around his cock...

 

[Julian]

More Pleasure of the Mind & Soul

As she answered me, I knew my Angel had no shame, no reluctance and no inhibitions. I had crossed time zones, states and several places in life to be with her at this moment. And all I could hope was to make her smile and scream as she had never done before in her life.

She spoke, saying, "Yes, Julian, I do want you to cum. I want you to cum in your whore's willing mouth. Please Julian."

Anything that happens now makes everything - All the waiting and wondering. - worthwhile. So very worthwhile.

Gently, I let her head float back over my stiff, wiggling fuckstick. She wrapped her lips around my glistening, creaming cock, the head slippery with the delicious saltiness of pre-cum. One bob and she swallowed the stiff, thick meat into her mouth, the tip slipping over the end of her mouth, deeper into her throat. As my Angel inhaled, I became part of her, slowly, gently, finding a nest of pleasure and desire in her sweet, beautiful face. I groaned in absoulte pleasure, moaning, my eyes shutting as she swallowed and kept my cock-meat buried, her tongue running around like a slippery lizard, coating and touching my cock in every direction. I began to groan, my hips shaking and moving, pumping and grinding her face with slow, rolling strokes. Nothing could exceed this. There was no other pleasure I could imagine with this cock-drunk woman except one.

Increasing her pleasure; that would make this better. She fluttered her eyes as I lifted her slowly off me again, my cock jumping into her small grip as my Angel released the sweet cockmeat she was so enjoying. She exhaled, her breast full and bouncing against her glistening, smooth skin. I felt her fingers dance over me, pumping me, wanting to keep the rythm, making me mve that much closer to an orgasm. Through glassy-eyes she smiled at me, letting me know the pleasur she was giving would soon overtake us both, making us delirious again.

My right finger stroked her shoulder and face, tracing a small line onto the beautiful body, her mouth agape with a wanton smile, ready to make me cum like a cannon.

"Are you my little fuck-slut Angel?"

"Yes Julian", she replied softly, in a whisper only my heart heard,"I am anything you want."

She knew all our time was mutual, all our pleasures undefined and limitless, and all our methods for the true need to please and be pleased. I let the finger I slipped over her body softly, touch her lower lip, feeling the trembling on the edge of my finger, letting it coarse through my body and into my heart.

"Lick this baby", I said in a firm voice, and the finger suddenly disappeared into her mouth. She sucked it, holding it, letting the saliva swim over the digit, making the firm, long finger wet with her natural lubricant. I shuddered, rememebering when I lower her again, she'll do the same to my cock with this incredible oral fixation she admitted to months ago. Now I see how true it is and feel the results of her desires. As the finger exited with a plop! - I began staring at her soul, ready to continue this erotic journey. Her hands contiued stroking me, making my cock tremble, the veins bloating and about to burst before I was slid back into her mouth. I inhaled, slowing the excitement, the whispered, "More cock dear?"

"Yes Julian", and followed with a groan of delight and need. I let her slip down the space between her needy lips and my throbbing, shaking cock. She engulfed me again, my fingers keeping her in place, my cock slipping back onto her tongue, holding the jism in me a little longer. She felt the fingers of my right hand trace their way along her spine, making her goosebump. My Angel smiled, sucking harder, the teeth slipping over my sensitive tip, biting and eating me with delight. As she felt the finger caressing her ass and thighs, she wiggled and moved, hoping for more penetrations and pleasure. When she felt the lubed finger on her rosebud, she stopped, then closed her eyes and tried sliding back, to get it inside her backdoor.

But it didn't enter. Nor did the two sitting on the lips of her honey-wet pussy, her mouth mewling with desperation. She felt them tracing her outer lips, and sitting on her backdoor entrance, but not entering her. And the anticipation was making her ache.

"Do you want those fingers in you my Angel?" I whispered, even though we were the only ones in the house. She moaned a muffled response, again wiggling and hoping for my fingers to plumb her wily wet depths. "Do you?"

A muffled response, and the finger slipped into her cunny, letting a gasp of relieve exit her mouth. She groaned into the cockmeat, making me gasp, the thickness jumping in her hot willing mouth. As the finger slipped into the hot, willing pussy, my Angel groaned, stopping the stroking and pumping, burying her face as I opened the ring of her rosebud, making her gasp, shudder and spasm. She felt the saliva lube making her wider, the fingers now givng her the ride of her life as she growled aloud, her head and face contorting with the new pleasure and pain. She knew to be still, as I held my breath; she bit my thigh, closing around the skin as I slid deeper and higher into her pussy and ass. The two fingers in her pussy and the one in her ass were making her nuts with delirious pleasure.

"Oh Julian", she whispered, throaty and trembling, then shouted, "OH Julian!"

I slipped the length of my finger into her body and told her sweetly, "Now ride those fingers Angel. Be a good little bitch and ride them now."

She complied, slowly grinding them further into her body, slowly fucking those finger like miniature cocks. She fucked the fingers in her body as if they would give her a load of jism. But I could already feel my balls contracting, the semen rasing in my veins, pumping upward with the deep throating she was giving my cock.

Without warning, I lifted her away from my cock, kissing and licking her nipples, biting her body as she slowly pumped the fingers in her pussy and ass. I kissed her neck and face, then said, "Fuck those fingers harder Angel, or I won't come in your mouth."

She whimpered, as I continued, "And you want me to cum in or on this beautiful face, right?"

"Yes I do", she whispered, "and I want to cum again too..."

"Do you?"

My Angel nodded, kissing my mouth deeply and stroking my cock again, then falling face down on my lap. She began working me with renewed vigor, sucking harder and faster, her hair a blur as it flew out of my hands, the meat engulfed, drowning in her saliva. She fucked my fingers like a paint mixer, her body trembling as I heard the howl building up inside her. She contiued, my left hand now gripping the couch, the fantastic speed and sensuality making my heart beat faster, the jism move quickly up, her body beginning to fold and spin and squirm as she fucked the fingers, her body air-tight.

I hung my mouth open as she began to whimper, then growl, and shout, my cock still in her mouth. Her body moved with a will of its' own, the intense face and finger-fucking taking its' toll on her beautiful body. I felt the breast bouncing off my thigh, our skin shiny with the sweat of our magical pleasure. She was cumming - Again! - and beating my cock, licking it, sucking it, fucking herself at the same time. I watched as her body went stiff seconds later, her mouth coming of my cock as she gasped for breath, breathing, gritting her teeth, looking beautiful in her throes of pleasure. The orgasm colored her body in a blush, and my Angel squeezed my prick, keeping it stiff and full, in front of her breast and wincing face. A second later, she resumed fucking my fingers, ready to break them off, just to get the most pleasure of this moment. Her pussy had become wetter and hotter than I could have imagined at that moment, then I felt her ass sucking my finger into her body, keeping me a prisoner of our desires.

Like a volcano I came, suddenly, quickly, the white lava spewing into her mouth, the liquid shooting into her throat, and her cheeks hollowing, catching every bit of it. She contiued gulping me down, licking me, sucking all that she could, and I noticed her smile as she took all of my essence into her mouth.

I felt like passing out the pleasure was so intense. I wanted to warble out a response with what little breath I had, telling her how much pleasure she'd given me at that moment as she continued licking my cock clean.

Instead I giggled...

 

[SexyChele]

Tasting his cum for the first time.....how wonderful. Creamy, slightly salty, and utterly delicious! Drinkng him in, his fingers buried deep into me, I relished the moment wanting it to go on and on and on....

And after he finished, I gently licked his still hard cock clean of every drop. Concentrating on the task at hand, until I heard it -

the GIGGLE!

YES! Across the wires, I had heard him whenever he would cum - that giggle that told me he had just enjoyed himself to the fullest. Taking his from my mouth, I rested my head on his thigh, and watched him, a slight grin on my face.

"What? What is it, my Angel? You get to hear me in person for the first time?"

"Yeah, and it's even better that way!"

As I move to kiss my up his body, my breast brush agaisnt his now sensitive cock, and I feel him jump slightly while muttering "ow".

"I'm sorry, sweet Julian. You know that I would never want to hurt you - unless you ask me to." I smile at him.

With a growl and a lunge, he pulls me towards him, his hands on my body finding all the ticklish spots we had discussed before. Laughing uncontrollably and trying to get away, I discover I am held prisoner in this man's arms. I beg him to stop, and when the tears spring to my eyes, he reaches down and wipes them away with a kiss. Smiling up at him, I stroke his chest and trace my fingers upwards to his shoulders and down his arms. His eyes close and I know that he is enjoying the feel of my fingers against his skin.

I pull him down to me in an embrace, and whisper in his ear....

"I've been a bad hostess, Julian! I haven't even offered you something to drink! Can you forgive me?"

I look up at him with innocent eyes, and he begins to laugh.

"Well, Angel, I really didn't give you an opportunity, but if we check out what you have now, I may forgive you! But first, I think I may have to take care of something....where is your bathroom, Angel?"

I take him by the hand, and lead him down the hall. As he enters, he is surprised to see me walk in behind him. I notice his eyebrows raise as he looks at me...

"And just what do you have in mind, Shelly?"

"You'll see...."

As he prepares to relieve himself, I stand next to him and brush his hand away from his now limp cock. I take it in my hand, hoping my aim will be as true as his.

"Angel, I don't know if I can do this while you are holding me..."

"Shhh....let's just try, shall we?"

Leaning down, he kisses my face, as his arm wraps around my shoulders. Slowly I feel him release and watch as the golden fluid leaves his body, smiling to myself. His hand reaches up to rub my breast as the last of the fluid leaves his body. Helping me to finish, we wash each other's hands, as he playfully makes designs with soap on my breasts.

"We will definitely have to shower together, Angel. This is too much fun for me."

Smiling as we dry off, I lead us back to the kitchen and open the fridge to look for something cold to drink. I hear him suddenly exclaim, and when I look up at him, I see him holding high a bottle of of olive oil. He smiles playfully at me, and I know the weekend is just beginning....

 

[Julian]

Awakening

He stared up at the ceiling, watching the celing fan lazily spinning overhead. He was nude with but a sheet over his body, his muscular arms under his head, the hands lifting him to stare. Julian hadn't moved in over two hours, nervous as he felt the shape next to him asleep, her body curled to one side. He looked at the sweet, round ass of Shelly, his Angel, smiling, and touched her shoulder.

A woman's moaning attacked him from his recent memories, shouting, "Yes...more! OH! Harder!"

She's real, he concluded. He soft skin under his fingertips made him realize the voice was hers. Sweat glistened on her body. And she was adrift in fatigue from their last encounter. She was also exhauted physically and drained of some of her sexual desires for now.

A male voice softly echoed in his head: "Grab the counter now Angel...hold tight..."

Julian recognized the voice as his own. He also heard the grunting of his throat as he realized he was granting his Angel her latest desire and pleasure. At whiplash speed his mind took him back to the kitchen, his eyes glued on her round, firm ass-cheeks. With delicate little cat-steps she moved, gracefully and slowly, attracting the rise of his cock with the cheeks shifting to and fro. His eyes shook for a moment, and in the blue of the darkened room, he noticed the fullest round buttocks on a woman. His cock sprang up, wanting those perfect cheeks. Her body was bathed in the white glow of the fridge, cool air making a vapor around her like a ghostly shroud, the hair still damp and stringy, but beautiful against her skin and face.

"What do want to drink Jules?" she asked, pulling a canned soda and a longneck beer, letting them coarse over her breast. She giggled, then laughed heartily as she crossed the cold drinks with her freshly-bathed flesh. Jules found himself staring at the erect nipples, the points glowing as she held both up for him to choose. "If not I have some excellent white wine so we can get to know each other..."

"Those aren't necessary Angel", he replied, deliberately reaching for a bottle of virgin olive oil. She gasped, eyess widening, and watched as he looked at the bottle, opening it with a strong tug go the cork. "But I still thirst..."

After quickly replacing the drinks and closing he door, she found him atop her, gently, surprisingly kissing her lips. They shared a tile on the floor, the space in front of each other as wide as a bottle of olive oil. He whispered, deep and throaty, "- for you my Angel..."

The bottle ran over her shoulder blades and back, slowly, deliberatly. His other hand cupped her ass, pulling the soft flesh to one side. A finger trailed inside her, making her smile with the sensations of it all. She felt the spongy tip of his cock touching her belly, growning stiffer and harder, making the gap between them grow a little wider with the erection. She grinned sweetly, smiling as her finger swum over the stiff cockmeat, pulling it with slow, deliberate actions, working the jism back into her body.

"Bend over babe", he whispered into her ear and erotic soul, "and grab the countertop..."

With a dramatic wave of her still-moist hair she looked at him with a glance, then gripped the tiles, holding on as tight as possible.

(To be continued)

 

[Julian]

Awakening Excited

Shuffling between my dreams and fatasies, I slipped back into my slumber and my memories. She had been a wild and willing partner thus far; wouldit continue? After all, this was still the first night and we've yet to begin anything bizarre or kinky. But she knows that I am not here to judge her; just to make her smile. I opened the corked neck of the olive oil bottle, its' sweet pungency hitting my nostrils quickly. It also helped increas the bloodflow to my cock, inflating it faster than anything.

Maybe it's because I knew where I would slather this oil.

With a gentle trust, she gripped the countertop, letting her full, round breast slip over the cool tiles. I fell to my knees, worshipping this perfectly round ass, gripping it as I slid the bottle of oil onto the floor. My Angel moaned, and I proceeded to kiss and lick all the warm, jiggling flesh I could. My tongue slipped between her ass-cheeks, tasting the clean bung, the tip of my tongue touching the crinkling skin. I continued tonguing her small, puckered opening, trying to poke my way inside it. As one hand stroked the skin, the other began sliding under her body, slipping over the lips and onto her anxious pussy. With slow, deliberate motions I began touching, tapping the clit, making small circles on it.

"Oh Baby!" She gasped, her body rocking and shifting over my face, "Are you trying to get me excited again?"

I muffled a response, still licking the anus, touching the small bud and dipping my tongue into the tightness of the forbidden treasure. She may or may not have heard me, but replied with a hoarse snarl, "OOoohh...because...it...it's w-working Jules..."

A twist of my wrist and my palm was full of the sweet olive oil, the silky texture wrapped around my cock, the length being stroked and pulled as I licked her rosebud. My fingers continued vigorous motions on her clit, making her groan and gasp, her damp hair shaking little drops of vanilla-scented rain onto my shoulders. I took a bit of the oil onto my fingertip, slipped it onto the clit, and doubled my speed without the friction. My Angel began screaming, her fist pounding the countertop, shouting and making the beautiful noises of absolute pleasure. I moaned a muffled answer, reveling in the moment and aching for more.

"Oh Julian...Juliaa-aan! JULIAN! AA-aahhrrgr!! OHhh!!!"

She almost broke my nose with the pleasure as it ripped through her body. She shook, gasping and groaning, shouting and making the motions of a woman in need of more than just one more orgasm. Her torso slipped over the counter top, resting and gasping for breath, her face on the tiles, her hands flat in a passionate surrender. My Angel twitched, her feet still apart as I bathed my fingers in the olive oil, making the as slippery and shiny as possible.

The nails trailed along the back of her thighs as she still gasped like a fish out of water; then I cupped the cheeks, pulling them apart,and insterted the fingers, slathering the bunghole and the cheeks with the slippery shininess of the olive oil. My kisses and lovebites crept over her back,working along the small and shoulderbaleds to her neck. She giggled as I pressed my upper body over her, the firm breast flattening and spilling on the shiny cold countertop. Despite the movement, I kept touching her cheeks and ass, coating them with more oil.

Suddenly, one finger slipped into the back door, and she gasped! The finger poked her brown-eye, gently sodomizing her, not like I would moments later.

As the finger dug deeper in, I whispered in her ear, "What do you want me to do Angel?"

She sighed a gentle response, almost inaudible: "oh baby...you know what I want."

"Yes I do", I replied, biting the lobe, but I want you to say it louder Angel."

"Fuck my ass Julian."

And why will I fuck your ass Angel?"

A pause, then she groaned, "Because I'm your little fuck-slut, and I need your cock in my ass. Please babe...fuck me...fuck my ass..."

"Fuck you whore's ass Julian", she stated, her yes shut and her body still splayed atop the counter. My cock was throbbing to enter where my finger had been, and I pulled away, holding her left hip with one hand and looking at the round smooth moon as she sighed. Then I spanked her with my free hand, stinging the flesh and making her body jiggle a bit with the tremor of the slap.

"I'll decide; do you understand Angel? I'll fuck your ass when I want to."

"Yes Julian", she hurriedly replied, "I understand."

I moved my cock between the full moon cheeks, the glowing skin a beautiful contrast to my dark, cinnamon body. It sat nestled at the edge of her opening, and it took all my will-power to keep from fucking the ass that second. My Angel looked so perfect surrendered to us: our passions, our desires. Both passion & desire took over our bodies and we were willing pawns of ourselves.

Covered in precum and oil, the tip opened her slightly, making her exhale a short groan. She tried pushing back on my cock, only to find the fingers holding her in place.

"What do you want Angel? Say it!"

"P-please...fuck my ass Julian."

Another inch was fed to her, and she moaned, groaning and pushing her body off the countertop, trying to fill the opening herself. I leaned away, holding out, keeping the cock in my control.

The lingering sodomy made her wanton, expressed in her eyes burn into my soul as she looked over her shoulder to me. I gasped, nervous, but trying to make the moment unforgettable for us both.

"Say it again..."

She knew I was crumbling, and would contiue playing into her hands and pleasure: "Fuck my ass Julian."

A full inch opened her, and she shook, moving her hair, rolling her hips like a ship in a storm. I had to regain control or I'd cum too soon, and this would be a wasted moment.

"Louder whore!"

"Fuck My Ass Julian! Fuck MY As--Sss-** OOooooohHHhhhhhhhhh...", the wrods lingered and died in her throat, the scream and erratic display of pleasure. My cock plunged into her fully, my stomach now bouncing off her ass, siking every inch into her with one long, fluid stroke. My Angel shook, groaned, gasped and felt this beyond the opening voilated; she felt it in her melting heart, in the pleasure she's needed for so long. A second later, I began pluning deep inside her in earnest, fucking the most wonderful ass I could imagine, snug and ripe, but tight and mysterious. I was lost in the absolute pleasure, fuckingher with wild deep strokes, opening this dark passage I fatasized about for so long. My hips and stomach slapped her round, soft ass as I pumped like mad.

My Angel was not lost for her delights; she slipped a finger between her thighs, playing with the lubed clit, making her head spin with delight, the pending orgasms taking over her body. She shook her body, hair everywhere like a banner signaling where sexual abandon lived. She kept her breast on the countertop, making the remain as stiff as possible. Her teeth were locked in a grasping bite, shaking the orgasm from her beautiful sexy body.

Like a madman, my cock drove deeper and harder and faster and madder into her ass. She was losing her mind and pounding the countertop, slapping it with her palm, crying out in pleasure and pain. She knew it would hurt, but this is what she wanted and desired and craved. Her body began to shake, and she clenched her eyes, groaning my name and moaning like a madwoman spliced with a personal explosion.

I felt my balls, heavy and aching from the previous encounter, retracting, getting ready to empty. The jism was slipping up along the vein, ready to splatter her inner walls.

"OH Angel! Do you want me to cum in your ass baby?!"

She snarled as she began shaking, the newest orgasm entering and posessing her whole being: "In-my....ASS! Take me! TAKE MY ASS!!"

 

[Julian]

Awake, Excite, Hard - Cumming

You're watching the ceiling fan slowly spin overehead, recalling the amazing sex you'v just had with the lover you flew hundreds of miles to meet. The breathing of her sleeping for is the only sound in the room, and the rustling of linens as you shift yourself closer to her, as she lays on her side asleep, like a peaceful angel. She is serene, her hands under her head, hair flowing in all directions; touching her skin is like silk and liquid fire.

Silk for the texture; fire for the desires that burn in your loins as you draw closer, touching the full, round ass-cheek with your hand.

"Take me! TAKE MY ASS!"

The sound reverberates in your mind, over your libido, deep in your unquenched desires. Already your cock is stirring like a jungle animal in heat, and yet you hesitate, for she's still sleeping soundly. But you can't help but graze over the skin...remembering...

The skin of your stomach slapped at the top of her ass-cheeks, and you could see a pool of sweat puddling in the small of her back. Look over her shoulder, your Angel stares, her smile burning a hole in your aching body as you drive the cock deeper and harder into her body. She growling, the sound in her throat, the nipples moving to and fro over the cold counter-top, her whole being wrapped up in the brutal pleasure of this intimate intrusion.

"Harder! Oh JUlian...HARDER!"

You're certain the neighbors can hear you, grunting like you're rutting, the skin a distinct sound, her body arching back to allow you deeper penetration of her sweet, firm ass. Your mouth hangs slack, and you're reeling with delight, thrilled your legs haven't given out as you stand, humping her tight back door harder and harder, not wanting to stop till your jism spills over in the sweet hot passage.

And that's when you notice the woman who allowed you such a wonderful experience is asleep next to you; your cock, however, notices she's now on her stomach, her ass in the air, legs slightly askew and parted as she breathes deeply and restfully. You gulp hard, knowing that if she were awake, she'd ask you to do it again. But she's not, despite you being able to notice the brown-eye winking at you, the tiny opening already holding a slight gape from your previous anal assault. Despite the lack of semen, your dick rises, tenting the sheet, pulling it away from her sleeping for, exposing her - Almost as if by Magic! - for another round of ass-fucking. Despite your fears, you still see the pleasure of the moment in the kitchen and want it again. Your hands slowly make circles overher body, and you hear a small groan and maybe a little giggle, but you can't tell. All you know is that she's not pushing you away or brushing you off. Soft kisses being to rain down on her back an shoulders, and you know if you enter her, you'll cum again, like a rocket, exhausting yourself.

"Oh YES Julian...", she cried earlier, your body now pumping so fast she shook on the countertop, her head almost hitting the wall. Cups and dishes flew to the side and floor, some breaking, others bouncing to the carpeting behind you. You growled trying to raise the jism out of your ball and through her body. The memory was so vivid you saw yourself in the kitchen again...

But you're not. You're in the bedroom, on the mattress, opening her asshole with your tongue, licking and dribbling saliva and making yourself a snug opening for your finger as it intrudes on her sleep. She moves, but only to allow you deeper in the back door, feeling the finger and offering no response or resistance. You moan, pulling her ass-cheeks apart slowly, shining the head with the pre-cum of excitement. The fingers lathering you with pleasure of the sensitivity remind you of the kitchen as you made your way deeper and deeper.

"Are you my fuck-slut now?!"

"Yes..yes! OH God! Yess.....ooooOOOhh!" She was crying out with delight and then you saw her increasing the delight, rubbing and pinching the clit of her pussy, griding onto her fingertips. Your Angel was sex mad, driving herself to more delirious pleasure. "Ohh...Oh Julianoh Julian...OOoHH ... Juliaiaanainn.....OOOHHHHHHhhhh!!!"

She came a long bellowing of your name, remembering this sound as you suddenly drove your cock into her dark passage, making the entry yours, pushing into her body. She flinched, moaning and rubbing the mattress, making her closely cropped pussy ride the sheets. Her eyes began blinking, breaths shorter, and you knew she'd be awake shortly. Thus, you lean down, kissing her body, craning towards her mouth, finding it and invading it with your tongue to keep her protest pinned in her voice like your thick, full cock in her ass. Your hips began bouncing off her as she awakens, and you slip your hands over hers, pinning her body beneath yours; both your fingers intertwine, and she begins shaking and smiling, the pumping more pleasure for her also. The sound of skin slapping fills the room as you plunge deeper and faster, your orgasm already to charge forward into this wondrous opening. She gasp, short of breath, making her being spin and grind, fucking your cock and making the sensitive clit do double duty as she tries for another orgasm.

As you feel your balls bouncing off her pussy, you can feel her lube spreading as the nail of her hand suddenly touch your sac. Your body rises up, giving her hand a chance to slip next to the clit as you attack her in bed. You're pumping, feeling the shortness of breath, grunting, as you see yourself a few hours ago, doing the same, your body on the verge of climax.

Wanting to kiss her mouth, touching her body, pumping, and you feel the strings of jism flying out of your dick-tip, splashing the small, violated opening. The face you mke would be funny, were it not for the fact that you don't care how you look, so long as you cum!

"AAAAAAHHHH...", the jism flies out of your recesses, "OOHHHhhhoohoghoohohoohohohooooo..."

She smiles over her shoulder, feeling the jism splashing her ass, the cum making a sticky sweet mess on her wonderful cheeks. She knows you're sensitive after your orgasm, and falls away, avoiding a broken plate, pushing you to the edge of the countertop. Your cock dangles, the stickiness everywhere, and sh begins pumping the soft unit, slowly touching the head, licking the tip and letting her lips smack up any juices she can. Your Angel smiles at you, stroking your balls, kissing and gently nipping the tip with her teeth. She smiles as you make faces and wallow in the sensitivity of your orgasm, her already subsiding from her body. After a few minutes, she cleans you off with a towel and says, "Let's go to bed..."

And that's what brought you her: to her bed. To her sleeping beside you. To your cock rising again, moving and to you mounting her ass again for another magical ride into pleasure like you've never known before.

"Oh baby..." she whispers, somewhere between sleeping and dreaming, "Th-that's soo goooodd....*"

Her voice trails off as her eyes shut, the fingers working overtime on the needy clit, rubbing it again. You gulp, feeling the jism hit your inflating cock and Suddenly - you cum in her ass! The sperm shoots out of you like a blast from a shotgun, scattering pellets of white all over the walls of her asshole. She grunts into her pillow, moaning, wailing, and cumming on her fingers. her face blushes, turning red with a loss of fluids and the expulsion of pleasure and need. Your body arches upward, away from her, as you feel the last of your jism trickling out of her body. Lacking any fluids, your cock shrivels, popping out of her ass, and you fall onto your side again. Your Angel smiles, giggling, as you giggle with undisputed pleasure and groan with exhaustion.

Your Angel comes closer, kissing your lips, softly saying, "Tomorrow morning...you're mine."

You laack fluids and energy to question her, but you know what she says it going to cum...come...true.

 

[SexyChele]

As I snuggle deep into your arms, I remember the moment we just shared as if a dream. Waking from a sleep, sound and deep, your lips on mine, your cock buried deep in my ass. Mmm....yes, almost a dream - except that it was too real. The orgasm that I felt was true, and I can feel the remains of your jism seeping from my hole gaping with the fresh assault laid on it.

You have wrapped your arms around me, and my back is flush with your body. I feel warm, safe, secure. As your arms tighten about me, I feel your head next to my neck, your breathing starting to return to normal. I feel as you lean forward, kissing my neck, before settling back on the pillows.

My body is flushed and heated, yet strangely calm as well. I snuggle deep into you, feeling your strength and warmth.

It is like this that we sleep, entwined in each other's arms, as morning slowly comes into view. The sleep is deep and comforting, resful and peaceful.

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To be continued

 

[SexyChele]

My eyes flutter open and I notice that the sky outside my window is begining to lighten. I yawn and then smile, remembering the events of the previous day and evening. How nervous I was at meeting him, and yet now, it seemed as though I had known him all my life. His arms about me had relaxed with sleep, yet still they felt strong and secure. His head nestled next to my neck, his breathing deep and regular. I turn my head slightly, and smile at the form still sleeping beside me.

I realize that my ass is somewhat tender and sore, and I smile as I think back on how that happened. Gently, as quietly as possible, I disentangle myself from his arms. He stirs briefly before once again breathing deeply and regularly.

Throwing on a robe against the morrning chill, I slip out of the bedroom. Quickly, I wash my face and brush my hair, bringing it to a lustrous shine. I make my way to the kitchen - and then realize I have no idea what to make for breakfast. A mischevious grin colors my face as I quickly search through the refridgerator. I quickly put together a few things - eggs, toast, coffee - just the basics. I have a feeling we shall be doing other things than eating.

When I've finished, I put everything onto a tray and head back to the bedroom. Good, he is still asleep. I set down the tray, and rummage through a few of my drawers quietly until I discover what I'm looking for. Going to first one side of the bed and then the other, I secure the silk scarves to the headboard, before stretching my body out against him. Running my hands lightly up his body, I kiss my up from his stomach, across his chest, up his neck, to meet his lips. By now he is awake, his hands caressing me, his lips return my passion. I hear him chuckle to himself.

"Good morning, my Angel. How are you feeling today?"

"Mmm....I'm feeling delicious - sore! But oh, so good!"

I feel his hands make their way down my back unti he is cupping my ass, spreading my cheekes, wanting to find out just how sore he has made me. I squirm slighty and raise myself up. His lips search out my nipple, and I gladly give it to him. As his hands come up to fondle and squeeze my breast, I whisper into his ear that I wish to try something.

"Anything for you, my Angel, you already know that."

With a soft smile, my lips meet his and I take first one hand and then the next and raise them above his head. Working quickly, I fasten his arms to the bed. He grins, testing out how tightly I've tied his arms. When he realizes he will not get free he laughs.

"Ah, so I'm your prisoner? Ok, Angel."

I go to the tray of food and bring it to the bed. Slowly, with my fingers, I feed him morsels of food, alowing him to suck on my fingers as he takes the food from me. We giggle at the silliness of the whole thing, and slowly I realize he is straining slightly against the restraints. I run my hands up his arms lightly, while stretching my body out against him. He responds by pulling, and I know that he wants to touch me, to bring me closer to him.

I grin at him teasingly, as I lower myself between his legs. Pushing his kneeds up, I can see he is already getting hard, and my hear skips a beat. Running my nails lightly along his thighs, barely brushing the skin, I move my face down towards his balls. Clean and smooth, I begin to lick and then suck the sac containing this most sensitive part of him. Sucking gently, I take one and then the other into my mouth, relishing the feeling of the firm sponginess of his balls. I feel a straining, and I glance up to see him fighting the the restraints as he stares down at me. I release his balls and smile at him, as I begin to lick his shaft from the base the head, working my way around, while one hand movves to his balls, caressing and stroking. I hear him moan and know he wants more than anything to be able to touch me, to grab my head and direct my movements.

I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him, playing with my new toy, lapping at the pre-cum oozing from his cock. He is mumbling now, wanting me to suck him, wanting to be free. I close my lips around his cock and slowly lower myself on it, slowly taking all of him into me. I begin to bob up and down, one hand upping his balls, the other moving to his ass - squeezing and kneading. poking and proding.

I look up and see he is truly straining, trying to free himself. I take his cock out of my mouth and lay my head one his thigh.

"Baby, tell me. Tell me what it is you want. You know I'll do it for you."

 

[Julian]

Awareness of Light

Sleep was peaceful and sound; it seemed a dream as I lay face down in the bed, breathing the scent of the juices of our excitement. But I awoke alone, my hand reaching out, searching for this lover who had abandoned herself to my desires and our mutual pleasures.

The aroma of coffee and eggs lulled me back to sleep, knowing that the nights' previos orgasms were real, and that my Angel was real. She had to be, for my nuts were so sore! ("Ouch! - And I defy any man to say otherwise with a wild & willing woman as his lover!") As my body reflexed, I fell asleep again, remembering the pleasure we had, and did not question the future, no matter what.

After feeding and teasing me, she began tying me to the bed; I was to be her prisoner of love.

It was then that I noticed she thought I was restrained, but not fully...

 

[SexyChele]

Not receiving an answer right away, I leaned back over him, taking his erection once more into my warm and welcoming mouth. Using one hand to stroke the base of his cock, the other hand cupping his balls, I allowed my tongue to trace lightly over his hardness. Following the contours, the veins, the ridge, I let my mouth lazily move along feeling him push his hips towards me.

Using my lips, I lightly brushed them against his arousal, as one hands moved down towards his ass, squeezing the cheeks, raking my nails lightly along the skin, feeling him tense.

I could hear him murmuring encouragement to me, asking me to please give him relief, to let him feel my mouth once more encompass him fully. I simply smiled, enjoying the teasing and feeling his cock swell against my tongue.

Moving my face lower, I start to lickand suck his balls, letting my tongue dart in and around the tender, smooth skin. Hearing his moans, I take his balls into my mouth sucking, licking, loving their feel against my tongue. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I suck both together before withdrawing my finger to gently twist and push into his tight hole.

His hips bucking against my face, I smile again, as I look up into his eyes allowing him to see how much I was enjoying myself. I moved my mouth back to his cock, and slowly circled his cock with my lips, barely sucking, barely moving my tonge against the head. As he squirmed and bucked against me, I started to giggle at the teasing I was putting him through. I closed my eyes, consumed with the thought of enjoying the taste of him, enjoying the teasing movements of my lips and tongue.

Suddenly I feel hands pressing against my head, and my eyes fly open in surprise. He is grinning at me, his hands holding my head prisoner against his cock, his hips beginning to move towards my mouth -

 

[Julian]

Morning Surprise

Despite conceit, he knew what she wanted deep in her heart: the gift, the pleasure, the fulfillment of cumming. Of being Made to Cum; she knew her overloaded senses and sex were already juicy at the idea of fingering this mans' prostate. The Angel had one idea in her head and that was to taste cum on her tonsils this morning.

She was suprised to learn he was just as hungry for her, and in need to touch her. With a gentle move of his wrist, she kept the scarves bound over him, leaving an unnoticeable gap that he manipulated and slipped through when she closed her eyes, savoring and slurping the cock. Both hands immediately dropped down, holding her from the locks of her soft, dark hair, the fingers keeping her in place, the pumping of his hips fucking her mouth faster and faster. She gasped, then groaned, suddenly noticing her pussy growing juicier and wetter than ever. Two fingers slipped from the back of her head, and she felt the immediately ramming the tender lips of her hot, wild twat. The Angel groaned, muffled with cock-meat, shuddering in reply of her violation. The two fingers came out, slipped under her stomach, and began removing the robe, untying it and pulling it open to reveal her wonderful, smooth body. She groaned as the finger trailed pussy juice onto her skin, then pinched the nipples, gently, then twisting the with noticeable force, making her moan with pleasure.

"Lift you arms back Angel", Julian whispered in a husky, determinted tone. "Now."

Without question or removing her mouth from the throbbing member, the Angel slipped her arms back, and the glimsy robe flew into the air. She found the cool air of the room touching, caressing her skin, giving her goose-bumps. She smiled, still full of cock in each stroke of her face, as his gaze created more bumps on her skin. Apparently, he was pleased with what he saw of her wonderful, creamy body. She rubbed her nipples over his thigh, making them harder, giving him another tease.

"Shall I finger-fuck your ass, dear?" He asked gently, in a firm, no-nonsense tone. "Is that what you need, Angel?"

Shelly moaned, still gorging on his prick, the sweetness of pre-cum already touching her senses. Julian could do anything and she'd love it or beg for it, but it was because she was certain he'd do every-little-thing her senses and brain wanted, but couldn't ask of anyone else.

No fears, no taboo's, no rejections - just lust. Total Lust. Their Lust. Nothing else mattered.

She ground her mouth deeper onto his cock, the veins now throbbing against her tongue, the glans popping up and filling with jism. She could also feel him tracing the lips of her pussy. Was that what he wanted? She flt him twisting her clit slowly, twirling and making the woman's hips roll with the tempo of untouched pleasure. Another glance, more fingers over her lips, the cock reaching her brain, and she was losing control; despite the lack of speaking, Julian knew what she wanted from him at that moment. Her fingers pulled at the cock, stroking it with the lubricant of her saliva, making the meat spin and inflate faster and thicker.

"Oh yes baby", she snarled, her tongue darting out like a lizards', touching the tip, tasting the pre-cum creaming on the slit of the head. The Angel moaned, her ass shaking, ready to be opened if that's what he desires. The matress moved next to her, and she saw her lover going to his back, along her legs, still pumping as he kissed and stroked the soft skin of her hips, the smooth muscles of her thighs. She also felt her pussy dripping with a loss of control, the honey dripping down her thighs, the clit jumping under his fingertips. "Yes baby...please."

His moustache brushed over her legs, making her wiggle with the desire to giggle, but then the idea of giggling stopped when she felt a cool breeze tracing the inner opening of her hot, sweltering pussy. Shelly gasped, pulling the cock meat almost off its' root, making the jism fly up into the veins faster, the head purple with pressure building up on the inside. She was ready, feeling the lips part, two fingers slip in, and touching the inner walls as her pussy was probed with the swabbing motion, the clit suddenly shaking and jumping as his gentle touch continued. The Angel was being eaten from beneath, and she dined on him from above, sucking the meat faster and harder. Her face was fucked with moving hips, slipping along the curve of her mouth, deep throating him, and making the pleasure intense. She flinched her eyes, wiggling and twisting her hips, letting the tongue slide onto the clit in every geometric pattern possible.

She gulped, biting the tip with the edge of her teeth, and then snarled, feeling the liquid building up in her body, making the pressure on his ears heavier as she squeezed him into place. Julian loved being captive, sucking the clit, fingering her pussy, watching and tasting the lube on his tongue, groaning as she sucked him faster and harder.

Faster and harder.

Both moved with purpose: licking, sucking, groaning, pleasing, touching, fingering, biting, slurping, tasting, needing...wanting...

Having. Each other.

She came first, sensitive and horny, wanton and shaking, her head flying to the ceiling, facing the arc above them. She also shook her hips, his face quenched with juices, gleaming and groaning and cumming like a explosion of personal desires granted. After moving and gasping, losing and catching her breath, she fell foward, the tongue lapping the last of the juices, slipping deeper, making her face clench again, as the G-Spot was tickled and making her body shake once again. The Angel caught her breath, noticing her lover falling back in the sheets, dizzy with delight, heady from the savoring of this lover.

With that she redoubled her efforts, sucking his cock deeper, twisting and slurping and making him begin to wonder and worry. A finger, wet with saliva, slipped into the opening between his cheeks, making a fissure, and firing the meaty cannon in her mouth as she voilated him, suprising him and making his cock shake. The jism splashed her mouth, a small dribble compared to the night before. But she still tasted him. Julian shouted and groaned, screaming her name, his body tense an then relaxed, the cock now deflating and sagging as the last of the jism spewed into her mouth.

Then his eyes rolled back into place and he began giggling, softly, and pulling the woman to his side. Julian held her in his arms, tasting her kiss mixing their juices, making the pair glow with delight and absolute mutual pleasure.

 

[Julian]

A New Day Begins With A Kiss

She lay in his arms as the sun crept over his face. Somehow Julian & his Angel had placed the dishes on the floor, consume food and make wild, erratic love with one another. They enjoyed testing the matress springs, the ability to cum and savored the taste of each other. She lay atop him, her breast filling and collapsing as he felt her head digging into his body, her smile unmistakeable. Julian knew all this began with a kiss...

Julian remembered the airport, with all the people passing left and right, and his Angel coming up, tasting his mouth in a kiss. She enjoyed this, the luxurious touch, the strokes, the possessive nature in which she was a willing participant. Their relationship was special...

She wanted it as much as he did. Julian arose, already moving towards the bathroom, groping his aching testicles & began wondering why you're so good to him.

It was the kiss.

She sealed it in the shower, giving herself intimately. Aching, caressing, holding him without regret or longing for someone else. In that deep probing action for a present to the woman he cared for. The world was made of images.

But none as memorable as their kiss.

As he roamed back into the room, searching for clothing in his single pack, and found it...a silk t-shirt. Slipping on a pair of dark slacks, Julian cologned his body, making sure to smell clean, and watched the woman sleeping with her arms folded under the pillow. Her perfect ass, the gentle slope of her body, and the idea of making love to her again...

"Babe", he whispered, "are you ready? Our day begins when you kiss me..."

And with that his Angels' eyes opened...

 

[SexyChele]

His voice whispering softly in my ear was the first thing I heard. As I turned my head to look at him, the sun's rays greeted me with their warmth. I look up into your warm and gentle brown eyes, the tender smile, and feel your hand warm upon my skin.

Turning over onto my back, I greet you with a smile and outstretched arms. As a cat you ease yourself onto the bed and into my waiting arms, as my lips once more seek yours. But this is not merely a good morning kiss. Oh no. My lips seek to convey all that mere words cannot - the specialness of our relationship, the closeness, the passion, the desire, the lust. My arms snake around your neck as I hold you close to me, your weight solid and reassuring against me.

Our lips part and I hold you to me in an embrace - to feel your body next to mine once more. But, yes, the day must begin, and that means a brief separation.

Releasing you, I slip from bed to the confines of the bathroom to perform the daily ritual almost every female goes through to make herself even more desirable to men. When I emerge, I find you sitting on the bed watching me. As I rummage through my dresser for panties and bra, you speak with tenderness, yet firmly -

"No, Angel. No underwear today - not with me."

I turn to look at you and see your eyes rake over my body. I blush slightly as I walk to the closet and select a simple, short dress, somewhat flimsy with thin straps over the shoulders. I hold it up to me, then turn to you with a question on my face. You smile and then nod, and I quickly slip the dress over my head.

Walking over to you, I slide onto your lap, and your arms encompass me, rubbing, caressing, massaging my skin. I lean against your chest and look up at you, into eyes that can now cause my inner being to melt.

"I have a surprise for you today, hon. Would you like to go shopping with me? Help me pick out a new outfit?"

"Whatever my Angel feels like doing, I'll go along with," you smile back at me.

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We arrive in Hollywood a couple of hours later, and begin to walk along the well-known "Walk of Fame" picking out those people who we know or have heard of, and wondering about those we do not. The boulevard is lined with tacky souvenier shops, more wig shops than can be counted, cheap questionable diners, and shop after shop of erotic clothing.

It is while we pass by one of these shops that an outfit catches my eye. Looking up at you and grabbing your hand, I pull you into the shop. The smell of leather permeates the interior. In fact, that is all they sell - and in every possible type of clothing imaginable. We both look at various skirts, dresses, and tops before we make a few final selections and I am shown to a dressing room. As I change into one skimpy, body-hugging leather piece after another, I make quite a show of modeling for you, allowing you to see all the aspects of a prospective piece. With each time I come out, I can see your cock growing and tenting your slacks more and more, and I smile to myself.

Finally, I save the best for last - an outfit made of leather so soft, so supple, that is feels just like my own skin. A soft tan color, it matches my skin coloring perfectly. I slip on the skirt that just covers my ass and skims the tops of my thighs. The leather hugs my hips and cups my ass beautifully.

Next, I slip on the matching halter top that not only molds to my curves, but through its design, pushes my breasts up and out, creating a tantilizing cleavage. the bottom "v"s down in front, and top has a plunging neckline. The back is mostly bare, with the exception of the fine strings of leather that blend perfectly with my skin.

The final touch is brough in by the sales lady - strappy sandals, with 6" heels, with leather straps that laced seductively up my ankles. Seeing the final result in the mirror, I was very pleased. As I walked out of the dressing room and stood before you, I knew from the hardness of your cock appearing through your trousers which choice I would be wearing that evening.

Through a face tight with attempting control, you tell the sales lady that I will wear the outfit home. My mouth drops open at the prospect of walking along Hollywood Blvd in this outfit in broad daylight. Yet, before I can say anything, my dress and sandals are gathered up in a bag and give to me as the outfit is paid for.

As we exit the shop, I feel you slide your hand down to my ass and squeeze it as we walk along the street. I can feel the eyes of both men and women on me, drinking in the outfit I'm wearing. While I'm slightly embarassed, I also find that I am becoming very aroused and can feel a certain wetness soaking my sex and beginning to run down to my thighs. I look up at you, not sure what to do.

"Yes, Angel. I can smell your scent. And I'm sure every other man on this can too as you pass by him."