Erotic Encounters

[sagredo]

This lady could go on forever! Sam wondered whether his mouth could outlast her spasms. Finally he decided to throw in the towel; in these games, women could always beat men, hands down!

He lifted his head above her skirts and looked at her, waiting for her to calm down. He would have liked to grab her breasts, but didn't want to do anything to keep her going any longer than necessary. So he put his hands around her face, and lovingly stroked her hair. Although he hated to leave this position, with this fine view of her skirt pushed up and throbbing panties, he unhooked her legs from his shoulders and raised himself up to where he could give her a kiss. His heart was really taken by this woman.

When she finally seemed able to pay attention to him, he rose further, put his lips to her ear and whispered.

"I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!"

"I must tell you, that at the very end, when you could probably not sense it, I opened my mouth wide and took your whole pussy between my jaws. And I pressed them together, slightly. Now, many animals, when they play or at first meet other animals, will do a similar thing--the dominant, usually larger, one will take the head or neck of the sub in its jaws. This signals--I could crush you if I wished. It asserts dominance. Today, I have asserted dominance over you, rear and front. I own your ass and your pussy. I already know I own your heart. Only the mind is left, maybe that will come, who knows?"

Of course, he smiled as he said this. He continued whispering,

"Now sweetheart, you are going to perform for me. I want an especially submissive performance from you. I want you to gather yourself together, walk across the room, and then crawl up to me in you elegant business suit. I will be sitting in my chair. Then I want you to sit up, squatting on your haunches, skirt above your well spread knees so I can see (yet again, I never tire of it!) your panties and ass hidden beneath, look up wide eyed at me, and ask permission to orally service me. Please get yourself to say something reasonably sexy and very, very submissive (for me, sweetie, for our little game!)--and say it loud enough so that I can hear it.

"I will, of course, graciously grant permission, at which point you will start serious cocksucking all the while looking up into my eyes with unfeigned adoration and joy. Can you do that?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen relaxed after a while feeling wonderful. Sir held her face, stroked her hair and whispered rather humiliating scientific eroticisms to her. She didn't know what to make of his words exactly. Previously she would have thought that women were the ones that wanted to do all the talking after sex but Sir was of course different from all the men she had known and she was glad that he was. He was so special to her that the moments they were apart hurt.


"Yes, Sir I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it very much Sir. I hope you could tell that." She giggled in a very girlish way.

Gwen listened to his instructions and nodded. "Yes, Sir, I think I can do that."

She waited for Sir to get into his favorite chair and walked across the room, she got down on the floor and crawled to him with a broad grin on her face and sensuous expression. She felts she might look strange doing this in her business suit but to try to please her Sir, Gwen was determined to do nearly anything.

Gwen squatted on her haunches, pulled her skirt up to give Sir the view he so liked and turned pink. Gathering her courage she tried to say what he wanted, her eyes widening in seeming innocence that belied her request.

"Sir may I please suck your flesh and service you?" She asked.

His lips twitched into the barest smile and he nodded.

She smiled and met his eyes then as he had told her to do. Her hand going to his cock and guiding it to her lips. She brushed it all around her face before sucking him inside her warm wet mouth. Her lips tightened and slid on him. She tried hard to remember to look him in the eyes and smile around him. She wanted however, to close her eyes. She felt she could serve him better that way but Gwen would do her best, to please him this way. Her tongue began to hit against the underside of his cock, just past the head, then swirl around, hitting again. She sucked harder taking more of him in. Gwen used her hand to stroke the part of his cock she had not gotten to yet. She seemed to be enjoying her roll as his submissive trying to please. Her other hand cupped his balls. She lavered him with her tongue while taking more of him insider her eager mouth. When she had enough in, she removed the hand on his cock and began to bob on him, always certain to hit that sensitive place with her tongue and lips.

Gwen got more excited the more she felt Sir grown and tense in her mouth. She was happy to be doing this for him, though constantly looking up was starting to strain her a bit. She worked on him faster and harder, one finger teasing his tiny hole, her other hand on his balls her mouth, throat, lips and tongue upping the pace awaiting his fountain.

 

[sagredo]

If Sam had let nature take its course, as it was just about to do, he would at this point have grabbed Gwen by the hair and forcefully fucked her deep into her throat. He did not enjoy the passive role when coming to climax, he did not enjoy being 'milked' of his sperm, he had to pump it, vigorously.

But he did not know whether Gwen was into that sort of treatment and he did not wish to force her in such a way. He would have to find out, somehow, whether she wanted it, as well as other more violent usage. If she got a kick out of it, he would be happy to oblige. Violence and forcing was one thing in his mind, faux-humiliation, quite another.

"Gwen, I want you to fall backwards on the floor, raise your legs up and put them on my shoulders as I kneel in front of you. Spread wide, offering all for me to see and enjoy. Then guide my cock past the little fabric of your panties so that I can violate your soft, and warm and welcoming hole and I will happily bang away at you"

Sam was interested to see whether she would come yet again. He certainly would, and that would finish him off for the day, mere man that he was.

When the deed was done, They rose, and Same kissed her flushed lips a warm goodby, saying,

"I'll leave you to clean yourself up as well as any compromising mess we have made, and I will show myself out. I cannot express how much I have enjoyed out afternoon business meeting. We have accomplished so much, and so pleasantly. That's why I so much prefer to do business with ladies!

And I will leave you for a while so you can catch up on your business. I cannot take up too much of your valuable time. I, am of course, nearly always at your disposal, since I am retired. So perhaps you could drop me a short note when time seems to be opening up for you, so that we can plan another of our delicious encounters. I the meantime, I will work hard thinking of games for us to play!"

And with that, Sam showed himself out.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen complied happily with Sir's wishes. She enjoyed his hard thrusts. The way his eyes got bigger as he got closer to achieving his climax. One of the things she liked best in the world was feeling him so excited, getting bigger then bursting inside her. It was glorious but then with a kiss he was quickly gone, leaving her dripping and empty. She rose to lock the door once more while she cleaned up and changed.

She felt alone and bereft. She cleaned up her office, unlocked the door then got to work. She had a lot of time to catch up on. She had housekeeping come clean away the dishes, tried not to cry, to just concentrate on work.

Gwen wondered how these erotic encounters had taken over her life so quickly. She was a solid reasonable woman how could this have happened? She took some deep breaths and a sip of water. She worked on the spread sheets and tried to concentrate.

It was nearly 11:30 PM when she finally made it back to the estate. She was so totally exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically that she just dropped her clothes on the floor and went to bed to dream restless dreams that made no sense to her.

Her Papa back from the dead beckoned her but when she got closer the shadows changed and made him Edmund instead of her beloved father. It was wet all around her father's chair and she began to sink into the water as if it were quick sand, a lake or blood.

She pulled back. How could she explain to Edmund so that he would understand and just leave? She put a hand out and grabbed a branch. Pulling herself up inch by inch she tried to figure out a way to explain things to her Papa and Edmund. She only wanted to be with Sir. Not back with the hell Edmund had put her through. Yet, there he was smiling at her, showing her the renovated Paris flat.

The flat was beautiful and perfect but there is no such thing as perfection. That can't be. She looked closely at the seams in the wall paper, the carpet, the deep oak paneling. Edmund could never see how everything so perfect was unraveling around them. It isn't the money, it isn't things, that is not what makes a life happy. She wanted to scream at him but she knew, he would never understand that. She knew he would always think he owned her.

When someone dies they should stay dead. Why do they keep coming back? She wondered desperately. Why? She lost her grip and began to fall into the viscous fluid once more. Giant forms slithered around her. Edmund pulled her into his arms, she was safe from the wet stuff, safe from the huge snakes but she screamed in horror. She screamed and screamed.

Until Emily touched her.

"Ms. Davies. What's wrong? Ms. Davies are you okay?" Her upstairs housekeeper peered at her anxiously.

Gwen looked confusedly around the room.

"Yes, Emily, I'm fine. Sorry. Just fine."

"Can't I get you anything?"

"No. Just go on now. Thanks." Gwen said vaguely waving her hand at the woman. How embarrassing was that she thought. Bugger. What she must think? Well, it's not the first time and I guess it won't be the last. Only I wish it were.

She drank some water and turned over, hugging her pillow close to her body like a favorite teddy bear. She had a teddy bear once. Till Mama had it thrown away, said it was too grubby and that Gwen was too old for one. Her mind went back to the dream trying to sort through everything. Eventually she fell back into restless slumber.

The next morning she had to shower. The nights labors had made her feel dirty. She took her tea and went to the lap top. Writing an e-mail to Sir.

Dear Sir,

I enjoyed our lunch meeting immensely. Yes, I missed you terribly when you were gone. Is it possible that you could come over to my home sometime? See my garden perhaps? Hold me close while I sleep one night? I would like that very much. More than I have words to express.

If not, I understand.

Yours,

Gwen.

A fat splash fell on the key board as she hit send. Oh this is just ducky, she thought wiping her eyes and the keyboard quickly. I'm turning into a stupid, stupid school girl. She shook her head and walked with a determined stride out to the breakfast room.

Maybe if she were very lucky she would see a hummingbird outside the windows and stop thinking of him for a moment. She spread her raisin toast with cream cheese and took a bite watching the flowers sway outside. Two butterflies seemed to be the entire show today but they at least, were lovely with small delicate orange wings and jewel like circles.

 

[sagredo]

Sam was overjoyed to receive Gwen's invitation. He emailed back to her immediately:

Dearest Gwen--

What a wonderful invitation. I will be honored to come.

Would you be free this Friday evening for dinner? We could go from there to your estate. If you allow me to take you to dinner you must, however, take charge of all culinary plans. I feel completely inadequate in your presence in such matters; pick the restaurant and decide the meal. My only contribution will be the looks I give you and the bill I pay! (We can also talk).

If this suits you, write back instructions: where we shall meet, where is your estate, any special clothes, will there be servants or other guests present, and so on.

Love,

Sam

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen chose a small old Italian restaurant for dinner. She loved the place very much and in many ways it felt like home to her. The first time she went there was with her Papa. She had been eleven and the outing had made her feel grown up, as if she was on a date with her beloved father, who rarely seemed to show much interest in her.

It was during a period of separation between her parents. Mama had caught Papa in a another woman's arms and in turn had taken up with a man far beneath her in every way. Gwen liked him a great deal. With him there were fewer arguments around Gwen. Mama seemed happier, at first.

When her parents separated, she had been relieved. Their stupid horrible fights were either over or just not around Gwen most of the time. This simpler man, was nice to Gwen but seemed weak. She felt a new peace.

Her mother was very busy with all the men that wanted to date, the beautiful creative wonder her mother in fact embodied. This one was lucky to have her Mama for a time. She found it odd that Mama asked her, Gwen, for permission to get seriously involved with the man. Not like an adult to ask a child about such things. She had said, that she felt her Mama knew what was best for herself and if she was happy, then Gwen would be. What a joke that turned out to be.

Anyway, she was flown to visit her father and he took her to this small, candlelight restaurant that smelled wonderful. She had ordered a Shirley Temple back then and a small mushroom pizza. She stayed with Papa a month. They ate at the restaurant twice but the second time he brought a real date and Gwen was devastated.

At the end of her visit, Mama disengaged herself from her new lover, well actually, no, she brought him along in her new convertible roadster. Stepping from the car she looked like a vision that Gwen herself could never hope to match.

Papa's anger turned his face red when she saw Mama with her new man. He had gone into the house and returned with a gun. He said he wanted Mama back and if she didn't agree he would shoot himself. He pointed the gun at his own head and seemed very sincere, he even cried. Mama and Papa went inside the house then, leaving Gwen and the new man sitting in the sun like forgotten garbage. Gwen was terrified. She had never seen her strong father cry before.

After a while Mama came out. She drove away with Gwen and her new man. Later Papa had confided to her that he wasn't serious, the gun had blanks in it he said. So he claimed couldn't have hurt himself with it. That was long before the famous incident where the up and coming, very handsome actor, Jon Eric Hexum had died from firing a blank too close to his head on the set of his new hit show.

The next time Papa came to pick up Gwen to take her out on his yacht. Her Mama got invited, and Gwen remembered feeling once again shunted aside, like nothing. She hated that day. She hated a lot of things. The restaurant she still loved. Whenever she was in the states and wished to take a man out to eat, she took them there. She felt a connection there to the first time, she felt she might have counted to her Papa.

Now she ordered differently though. No more pizza and Shirley Temples for her. Well she still loved pizza and grenadine but here she ordered a bit more like an adult these days. Her decision made she wrote an e-mail to Sir.

Dear Sir,

I am pleased you will come! So thrilled in fact I can hardly contain myself. The restaurant I would like to go too is called Bella Luna. I can pick you up at the hotel that we both know, my office might be a good place to meet, or you could give me your address and I could bring the limo to any of those places so we could talk on the drive. You have of course been to my estate when I dressed for you. we just didn't spend much time here.

There is no need for any special clothes. I would enjoy it if you consented to spend the weekend or at least one night. Perhaps we could for a weekend, be just like any couple, doing normal things, cuddling, picnicking, holding each other, listening to music, taking a stroll in the garden or a swim? I would love that very much.

There will be some servants around but no other guests as I crave time alone with you. Please let me know if my plans are okay with you?

Yours,

Gwen

 

[sagredo]

Sam was happy with her ideas for a weekend together and they met in the hotel lobby in order to save Gwen excessive driving. As it was it would take well over an how to drive from the restaurant, in the Georgetown section of Washington to her estate in Virginia's beautiful horse country. Sam left his car parked in the hotel garage to be picked up when they finally returned at the end of their weekend.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Gwen was treated as an old friend and special guest. She loved her role as organizer of their meal and basked in Sam's admiration of how she gave everyone her instructions and saw to it that all was well prepared and served. Sam relaxed and just watched her with a broad and happy smile on his face.

As they began eating, Gwen told Sam the story of her introduction to the Bella Luna. Sam's parents had done their fair share of fighting, but nothing in his childhood experience came close to that of Gwen's. He didn't feel like much light chatter afterwards nor that Gwen would appreciate a serious response to her story and discussion of her many past heartbreaks, so, even though he chided himself for being a quiet and undoubtedly dull dinner companion, that was what he turned out to be.

Nor did he feel at that moment like subjecting this emotionally complex and delicate woman, who had come to him for submissive love, to any of the rougher erotic acts he knew they both desired and that he would certainly, in good time, have her perform. Tonight, Sam decided, would be one of more sweetly romantic, though still erotic, love making.

In her limousine, as they drove through the night to her estate, he whispered to her that they would begin the evening by showering together, each, slowly washing and going over the other's body, in minute detail. And this would then continue in bed. He yearned for her soft touch and kisses all over his body, and wanted to pay homage to her beauty in the same way. However, he was convinced, he would get the better of the deal! That was one of the privileges of being the dominant member--he would make sure to get the best possible deal!

By the way, he asked her, how free were they to do whatever fancied them in a house where servants could crop up at any moment?

 

[FurryFury]

On the drive Gwen cuddled with Sam and asked him about his days since they had last met. When he asked, she sketched out some of the work and projects she was doing right now. They didn't talk the whole way. Part of the way they were able to be happy in silence and just enjoy holding each other.

Gwen ordered a sampler platter of delectable's for them to share. The famous baked oysters on the half shell and similar baked mushrooms, were on the platter along with samples of yellow fin tuna, manicotti, baked ziti,stuffed shells, spaghetti with a red mushroom, meat, garlic butter, and marinara sauces. Each got a salad with homemade Italian vinaigrette on it. The bread basket had several kinds of bread, sour dough, panini bread, garlic bread and a baguette that was intended to be torn then soaked in an olive oil/herb dip. The wine was Hertz Grignolino 1990 and they had two bottles of it.

Feeling happy and sentimental Gwen talked about her memories here at the restaurant which lead to talk about her parents fighting, she looked up to find Sir quiet and she realized she may have talked too much. She was suddenly frightened. Forgoing dessert, they left but the owner winked at Gwen and pressed something into her hand. She smiled happily at Mr. Montebano. The staff waved goodbye bidding "Mr. Sam" to come again soon and bring back "La Bella Gwen."

In the limo, Gwen showed Sir what the proprietor had given her. A roll of butterscotch life savers. She laughed and explained that as a kid she had thought this the perfect end to her dinners at Bella Luna but her father thought such candy was beneath them and wouldn't let her have it. Mr. Montebano had begun slipping a roll to her even back then, it was a little joke between them.

"In my suite, there won't be servants cropping up. I am running with a skeleton staff this weekend so we can be alone mostly. In any case they have all signed non disclosure agreements, are aware I will sue them to pieces if they talk and we are free to do as we wish anywhere." Gwen answered opening the lifesavers and offering one to Sir before taking one herself, enjoying the candy, savoring the rich butter sweetness.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner? That is one of my very favorite places to eat. I'm sorry if I said too much before about the past or anything." She said looking up at him with huge green eyes.

She listened to his plans with a smile on her face. "Are you sure you want to start with a shower? We could start right here in the limo. People do it all the time I'm sure. Nasty little things behind the smoked glass." She whispers and smiles.

She closes the divider to the driver. "Whatever you like Sir." Gwen says kissing his chin and brushing a palm against his groin almost as if by accident.

 

[sagredo]

Of course, Gwen's accidental touch perked Sam up immediately. "What a lusty wench" he thought to himself.

He drew Gwen to him with one arm, lifting her half her behind up from the car seat. As he gave her a deep kiss, inserting his tongue into her mouth, he inserted his other hand under her skirt. His thumb went up her ass to press her 'little star' and two of his fingers started to slowly massage her front, going deeper with every stroke, and dwelling on her excited clit. Sam had large hands. The way she returned his kiss led him to believe she was enjoying this.

After she had gotten herself well lubricated he whispered into her ear:

"OK my little bunny, here's the deal. You have a choice. You can impale yourself on my rod and fuck yourself by moving up and down while I slap your ass and massage your clit which you probably need to cum. Or you can do deep throat oral service to me (assuming you know how) swallowing everything neatly, while I finger your clit until you come. In either case you owe me because I really like to pump hard when I fuck. So be prepared to be sorely used by me in ways you did not think I was low enough to even think about"

 

[FurryFury]

"Sir!" She whispered back sounding shocked. "Sorely used? Too low for you to even think about doing? Oh my! I don't know how to deep throat exactly. Isn't that a myth? I was thinking about sucking on you in here though." She giggles. Gwen kisses his neck again.

"You like to pump hard? So you are saying that in both of these scenarios you wouldn't be pumping hard? That's why I would owe? Hmm. Not that I mind owing you but I'd like you to be happy. So what if you did pump hard? What if I sucked you but you took control and pumped hard? Would that be more pleasing to you sir?" She asked getting down on her knees in floor of the limo. She placed herself between his knees and looked up at him smiling. He was able to look down at her, there in front of him, on her knees in her business suit. Her long blonde hair had released some bits from their restraints. Her breasts looked round and full under the green silk blouse. Her green eyes looked mischievous and joyful.

"I just want to make you happy Sir." She said.

 

[sagredo]

Ah, what a source of endless delight is woman, Sam thought. Their existence in itself proved the existence of a benevolent God. On her knees, full of breast, green of eye, wide and exuding innocent and mischievous delight, and anxious to please...oh so anxious.

Well, no man could resist such an offer.

"Well Gwen", he said with a doubtful tone to his voice," I suppose we shall have to give your plan the go-ahead, if you insist, although I sincerely doubt that I will not find you still deeply in debt to me after we finish--however deep your throat.

You realize, I hope, that with you in your current position, I can't, give you the manual pleasure planned, as you do your womanly duty, but we will find a way in the end"

With that, he moved forward to the edge of his seat, drew out his stiff cock, grabbed Gwen by her blond tresses, allowed her to swallow it, and then, as she formed a perfect orifice with her mouth and tongue, he thrust with his hips and pulled on her head, in synchrony. He spared her not at all, pushing and pulling as hard as he could. Her face moved in and out, her cheeks swollen with the burden,--an altogether lovely sight of submissive love at work--and he waited to see what would happen when he shot his load into her. May be she was a more versatile executive than he had imagined. She was certainly a game little vixen.

 

[FurryFury]

Sir agreed to take Gwen as forcefully as he wanted. She make her mouth a tight circle just for him. Her lips lining and protecting him from her teeth and watched him pull his stiff cock out.

She was a little surprised when he grabbed her hair and at how forceful he was being with her. She opened her jaw wider and tried to relax her throat against his assault. Her eyes went wider still. Gwen worked hard at accepting what he did. At letting him go so hard and so far inside her. She tried not to gag and her eyes only got bigger.

Gwen remembered her breathing from when she played the flute and began to breath through her nose trying to lick at him and pleasure him as much as she could. Her checks bulged out when he pushed inside her then hallowed when he nearly drew out. She sucked at him hard then not really wanting him to leave her fleshy confines anymore than he wanted to leave the hot close wetness of her mouth and throat.

She moaned when he continued thrusting hard into her, using her hair to control her. Her eyes didn't not look unhappy though. Rather those green orbs looked pleased, excited and maybe a tad scared. Her hair was getting a little mussed but was very soft in his fingers. She moved on him as he wished and kept her eyes on his. Before long she felt him get a little bigger, stretching her jaw and throat more, then she could feel his mounting excitement. She moaned again feeling very wet. She was throbbing now. Gwen felt so very full in one place yet painfully empty below.

 

[sagredo]

Finally, Sam started to shoot his load. Gwen, manfully, tried to swallow all she could but, it started seeping out of her mouth, and down her chin. Sam was concerned for her dress, so he scooped some of it from her chin and wiped it around her eyes and nose--he liked to see the girls with cum over their faces. Gwen seemed a bit surprised but carried on like the trooper she was.

When it was over, and Gwen returned to her seat, sitting with excellent posture and a proud and satisfied smile on her face, Sam wiped her face off with his handkerchief. He could see she was as hot as a firecracker, but, of course, would not admit to such an unladylike condition.

Sam decided that now was as good a time to start the training lessons he had been planning to give her this weekend as ever concerning her avoidance of 'crude' words--her feelings of humiliation in using them. It was his duty to do this, to teach this woman to be submissive to his wishes. In tghis one area of words, sshe had so far been obstinate and tricky.

"Okay Gwen, I know you are very hot, you really want to have your first orgasm of the evening. And I will help you...but only on one condition. You have to say, clearly,
'Sir, it has been my pleasure to be your little cocksucker'. If you use another word in place of cocksucker, you will have to suffer. I will not even let you masturbate! If, however, you say in addition 'Sir, it is my honor to be your cocksucker', I will even suck on your little clitty a bit. So how will it be? Will you say the nasty word? Will you admit to your new status as businesswoman and cocksucker?"

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen tried to swallow it all, she just lost part of his load. His spunk rolled out of her mouth and down her chin but she just kept working to swallow his juices not thinking about that. She felt him scoop some off of her. She was shocked when the spread it around her eyes and nose but she still stayed focused.

"Okay Gwen, I know you are very hot, you really want to have your first orgasm of the evening. And I will help you...but only on one condition. You have to say, clearly,
'Sir, it has been my pleasure to be your little cocksucker'. If you use another word in place of cocksucker, you will have to suffer. I will not even let you masturbate! If, however, you say in addition 'Sir, it is my honor to be your cocksucker', I will even suck on your little clitty a bit. So how will it be? Will you say the nasty word? Will you admit to your new status as businesswoman and cocksucker?"

"Sir!" She turns completely red shaking her head. Gwen looks at him to see if he really means this. Her eyes widen again in shock when she sees he does seem to.

"Are you serious?" She looks mortified when he gives her a curt nod and his face remains very serious indeed. Gwen tries to think about this. She thought she had said it once before this terrible word but maybe she was only thinking it or writing it. She can think or write anything, it's only saying it that is so hard. Her chin trembled a bit. It seemed like she was shaking inside. She didn't have to masturbate really or be sucked on but she did want to make him happy, cuddle with him tonight and have him fill her, take that terrible empty feeling that horrible ache away.

She leans over to him, face flaming, heart racing, feeling like she should run very far.

"Can I just whisper it to you Sir?" He shook his head no.

Gwen closes her eyes feeling her heart take another precipitous dip. She leans back against the seat.

"Sir did you like what we just did? Did I please you then?" She asks desperately.

He cocked his head at her. Shaking his head with what looked like fatherly disappointment.

"Gwen, I think that should be clear from the outcome. Come on, now quit delaying and looking for a way out. Just let go and say it."


Gwen takes a deep breath. "Sir, it has been my pleasure to be your little um, co, coc, cocksucker." She stuttered nervously speaking quietly and clearly. She took another breath watching the light come into his eyes and quickly spoke again putting her hand on her throat and twisting the smooth strand of pearls there in her fingers.

"Sir, it is my honor to be your cocksucker when you wish it." She said then closed her eyes and leaned back again. She felt such heat on her face she was sure her skin would peel from it.

 

[sagredo]

God, Sam says to himself, I am such a sucker for this woman. Instead of amintaining a 'masterly' demeanor when he rewards her will a 'well-done', he impulsively folds her in his arms, strokes her hair like that of a little girl and and says" I am so proud of you!"

At first she is stiff and resentful, but soon melts, looks up to him, and smiles, with, he makes himself believe, some pride in her accomplishment. "I know it was hard, and I know that you did it for me, to make me happy. Believe me, it is good for you also.

You are a good, obedient little girl. And now, for your reward.---besides butterscotch"

He guides her to put her hands on the floor in front of him, lean down, and then, taking part of her weight on her arms, to scoot her legs up over his shoulders so that he is upside down between his knees. Her skirt drops toward the floor and her whole garden of pleasures opens up before his eyes, nose and mouth.

He is happy to see that her undies include stockings, girdle, garters and panties, all as he likes thim. The white thighs leave the stockings and meet at the apexof the legs, modestly hidden behind the little panty fabric. He loves that section of the country and can roam here for days, but how much longer can their car ride be? He must get on with it.

Foregoing all, or most, pleasures beckoning to him, he pulls down her panties, and locates her clitty, throbbing in its folds. Then he licks, and then nips it. She is soon shaking dangerously in his grasp, her stockinged legs flailing over the back of the car.

Although this could continue all night, he puts a stop to it, sensing that the end of the ride is near. Gwen is soon righted and sitting next to him, again the perfect lady, with a beatific and immenselfy satisfied smile on a face only slight smudged with his excretions.

A short time later, the car enters her driveway. He offerss up a silent prayer that he be given the strength to fuck this sexy woman all evening.

 

[FurryFury]

She loves it when Sir takes her in his arms and strokes her hair. She can’t help loving that moment with him so much. It’s better than butterscotch rum lifesavers, or anything at all.

As if he knows what she is thinking he mentions her butterscotch. This makes her laugh. He has her nearly doing a handstand in the limo. She feels the soft fabric of her skirt slide down her body revealing her private areas. Gwen feels a tremor run though her at that then he runs his hands over her, making her want to beg but she is a lady, she doesn’t beg, well not usually, ever.

Gwen feels his warm intense gaze and imagines what he might be looking at. What must it look like to him? What is he thinking? She wonders. He pulls her panties down making her gasp and her face color. Her body fills with heat again she feels him got straight to her clit and for once she can close her eyes, just luxuriate in sensations and not think.

It’s not just licking but he nips and pulls at her clit too. He scrapes his teeth on it, bites it gently and she is sweep away in a rip tide of sensation. She shakes as she comes almost violently in her business suit upside down, on the back seat of her limo with Sir.

Her mind starts again when she finds her body sitting beside Sir. If not for her wet panties she might think it was all just a beautiful hot daydream. She smiles about this weekend. A whole weekend to be just like any couple. To cuddle and talk and just be, how glorious!

She takes the hand of the chauffer who hands her out of the car like a lady as always. She wonders if he can see anything amiss, smell the sex in the air. She turns and waits for Sir.

The Estate is old. Not nearly as old as her places overseas but for the states, it is old. Made mostly of fieldstone, it has a portico entry. Mrs. Jeffries opens the massive front doors and takes their coats. Gwen turns around and thanks her then tells her she can take the weekend off at anytime.

She shows Sir around the estate a bit, mostly taking him out on the second floor balcony and pointing to the stables, pool and tennis courts.

Her room is plush but subtle. Creamy off white fabric lines the walls and ceiling, heart pine hardwoods and two oriental rugs are on the floor. French doors lead to a very small balcony that has room for a single chase lounge chair and small table. One can’t be seen from this balcony as the walls are built solid of mortar and fieldstone, unless one is standing up and tall enough.

The bed is a reddish wood with thin but strong posts that are planed off in a simple design. There is a canopy of creamy fabric at the posts, which can be open or closed. Her bedclothes are the same color and plush, soft down, silks or cottons depending on the layer.

There are end tables on both sides, piled with books, a light and on the side she clearly uses, electronic devices. In addition there is a small seating area near the white granite fireplace. A chest of drawers, wardrobe, dressing table and two more doors. One leads to a large walk in closet the other to a private bath.

The private bath has double sinks, a whirlpool tub, separate shower, toilet and bidet. The window in the bathroom is large but stained glass. In it are some grape like wisteria blooms, and hummingbirds.

“So Sir?” Gwen says. “Thank you for coming. I am so glad to have you hear. I hope you will stay with me here but if you prefer I can arrange for you to have your own room.”

She says looking at him with no small amount of worry. For in her heart of hearts she hopes to be able to cuddle with him tonight and let his very presence chase away her nightmares.

 

[xxxyz]

excellent thread guys!

keep it cumming...

 

[sagredo]

Sam's jaw drops when Gwen mentions the possibility that he might ask for a separate bedroom. Who can understand English sex habits--nothing could get an American man out of this lady's boudoir until his time was up. But since she is English, he might as well play it their way. He says, coolly, after apparently thinking it over,

"No, I think staying with you is quite acceptable--quite!"

She seems relieved as he knew she would be.

Sam then asks for a glass of water. He takes out a pill and says:

"I am a firm believer in utilizing all that modern science has to offer, hence this pill which will guarantee that my cock will be up to the task I have set for it, at all times, during the whole weekend. In other words, it will give me parity with you--who, like all women, can go on indefinitely."

He swallows the pill, and then says:

"Our first order of business is to see that you do not catch cold from your very wet panties and do not ruin your exc ellent business suit. I am very worried about that. Please come here and let me help you take them off--I insist on helping you!"

When she approaches he pulls down her wet panties--an occupation that could amuse him the rest of his life--and she daintily steps from them. Then he removes her skirt. She is left with her delectable corset, garters, stockings and high heels. And her peachy plump and highly elastic behind.

"Gwen, sweetie, that is a perfectly beautiful outfit you have on. Why don't you go about your duties making us comfortable and prepare the whirlpool bath for our mutual bathing adventure. It will be my pleasure to oversee everything you do. I am especially interested in how you gracefully move about and bend--and please do so slowly, we don't want you to pull any muscles--or at least any of your muscles!"

Gwen nods with deep understanding and sensitivity.

 

[Cheryl40]

mmmm ...

love your story you two ... especially when she needed to say what she had to!

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen is pleased that he has agreed to spend the night with her in her bed. It is in fact a dream of hers come true.

She gets Sir a glass of water but stands a little shocked when he reveals why. She has never seen him take a drug and had been about to inquire after his health when he revealed why he was taking this one.

“Sir you don’t need…” She starts to say, but it is too late he has swallowed the pill. She blinks then subsides. The ramifications of this are scary to Gwen. It can’t be good for his health and yet it is too late now. She gulps and looks at him.

She goes to him and lets him once again take off her sodden panties. Then he proceeds to take off her skirt as well. A warm glow of embarrassment flushes her skin but knowing her Sir, she smiles and meets his eyes. He slips her jacket and blouse off too then tells her to get the whirlpool ready and to move slowly for him, bending and letting him watch.

She walks for him in her skimpy under things. Secretly pleased that he likes them for she had picked them out through her personal shopper with his tastes in mind. She walks slowly for him, being sure to bend over when she can find a reason for it.

She lets the taps flow, making the mix of hot to cold just hot enough to enjoy the soak. Now and then she turns and smiles at Sir. She looks at his small bag and goes to the closet to bring out a robe for him. It's silk and black, she bought it for him. Her eyes ask a question of him. She is not sure if he will like this thing she has bought and given him.

She lights some candles around the bathroom and crooks her finger to him asking him to come with her.

 

[sagredo]

A black silk robe and now flickering candles in an old mansion deep in the countryside--a campy Hollywood movie (so far, thankfully, no chains, dungeons and vampires). Just one indication, he thinks to himself, of her intense imagination--a source of her strength and charm but also, if she is not strong enough to manage the darker images and impulses bubbling up from her subconscious, a possible source of danger to herself.

Sam undresses and puts on the silky robe and, with such thoughts lingering in the back of his mind, for the moment overwhelmed by a very lusty anticipation--who could not follow such a gorgeous ass, swaying and now glowing in the candlelight--he follows the beckoning finger.

A happy tingling begins to be felt in his groin.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen sits on the edge of the tub. She has not taken off her lacy under garments and will not until Sir tells her to. She shuts off the taps and holds out her arms for him. He comes to her and she smiles full of joy.

She rubs his nipples through the silk of the robe, then his cock. They feel different through the silk of course for him, and for her. She smiles up at him then peels the robe back and off kissing his bare skin. Gwen lingers on his stomach kissing it all over and sucking at the skin.

Then she helps him into the bath. Taking a natural sea sponge she begins to scrub his back for him. Gwen makes slow luxurious strokes along his back and spine then letting the water wring from the sponge and cascade down his back. Moving over to the corner she turns on the jets making the water churn delightfully. She walks back to him. Gwen leans down and kisses Sir's lips with an ardent desire that is clear and all too evident by her kisses the outline of her hard nipples and her dripping crotch.

 

[sagredo]

Sam told Gwen to strip nude. He then proceeded to show her, he thought, how to truly make love to someone.

He took each of her feet and kissed and suck each toe, and each space between the toes. He complimented her on her toes.

He kissed her ankles and admired them.

He kissed her up to each knee, and pointed out their lovely qualities, saying to her how much he admired their form.

Then he had her lift each leg up in the air, on at a time, and paid close attention to the back of he calves and then her knee remark on areas that were especially lovely and soft.

He continued up her thighs to the broadening of her hips--the most womanly part of a woman's body, where she is most specially constructed for childbearing. The smallness of her waist in comparison to the broadness of her hips is especially erotic. Sam old this to Gwen.

He paid special honor to her bellybutton and luxuriated in the supreme softeness of the flesh thereabout.

Every sport on her body was given the utmost attention. Not one patch of skin was not kissed or licked with a real reverence for a woman's body.

This continued on up to the grace of her neck, her ears and eyes, her throat.

Of course, the usual sexual parts were also honored, but since they usuallly get a lot of attention, they were not emphasized.

It was love expressed not for Gwen the sexual object, but for Gwen, a beautiful and gracious and lovely woman whom he was proud to have and whom he wanted to know that.

It was slow and languorous, When it was over he told her that he loved her and hoped she loved him in the same, and if she could express her love to him in a similar physical way, he would be filled with happiness.

 

[FurryFury]

Gwen is overwhelmed by what Sir does for her. She can't stop smiling. Thinking about how romantic and nice he is being. Could it be he actually likes her body? Likes it more than she does herself? She can hardly believe that it makes her heart warm and overflow with love. Not once does he try to make her say or do anything that she finds hard or difficult.
It's such a wonderful romantic thing she can never pay him back for it but she tries.

"Yes, Sir I do love you." She says a smile on her face and unshed tears in her eyes.

She hugs him tight and kisses him back. Then she begins to kiss and lick every inch of him as well. Telling him how much she loves each part of him, how much she loves him and by the time she is finished, soft quiet tears are falling from her eyes. These sweet passionate moments have in many way broken her more than many other things they have done. She has seldom felt so loved. Often she has given her heart to her Father, Mother, Grandparents, Husband and a Lover or two but never has she really felt it be returned and this breaks her down hard.

Sir brushes away her tears with his thumbs and smiles, cupping her face, kissing her again. He takes her in his arms and cuddles her down into the bubbling water. She leans against him and closes her eyes thinking how wonderful he is. This moment, if only it could last, she thinks, forever. Her body warms and loosens in the water matching her emotions and joy.

 

[sagredo]

'Meanwhile, back at the ranch' (an expression from Hollywood probably unknown to the zzz generation), Sam's cock, responding to the pill he has taken, is beginning to itch and squirm, like some sort of wakening snake looking for holes to burrow into. He would otherwise cuddle with his sweetie forever, but his baser nature begins to take hold.

Sam does, however, retain sufficient control over himself to carry through the next phase in his planned lovemaking. He tells Gwen that they should get out of the bath and dry themselves and then Gwen is to lie prone, face down on some towels laid on the bed. Sam straddles her and begins, yet again, to cover her hole body with attention, this time with his hands. He does a slow, minutely detailed, massage, starting from her toes to the apex of her legs. Skipping the delicate areas, he does her back and neck. She sighs contentedly and relaxes under his hypnotic touch.

A man massaging a woman is different than the reverse--much more so than kissing and licking--simply because of the power in the man's hands, the softness in the woman's body--skin and musculature. She gives her body over to him, relaxing under his touch, subconsciously delighting in his physical mastery of her.

Of course, Sam loves touching her, giving her pleasure, making love to her this way, but he is also (crafty fellow that he is) furthering his mastery over her mind and body--to what degree yet remains to be seen.

Eventually, he gets down to more serious business. Her peachy ass. As he begins to knead it, she heaves a great, great sigh--and he knows he is in the right place at the right time. Slowly he probes deeper and then sticks a lubricated finger through her 'little star'--already somewhat relaxed. Having a finger up a lady's ass is one of Sam's favorite occupations.

When her sphincter seems ready, he lays down over her, covering her completely, and forces his now stiff cock into the hole. Because of the position, it does not penetrate far, but it plops in comfortably. She lies quite still.

Sam's head is now just over hers and he whispers into her ear:

"This is what I want you to do. I want you to think back to your fantasy. I know it contains many things you do not wish to do, but it is a seedbed of your erotic thoughts. I want you to mine that seedbed, Find some thought or image and create from it, some act that we can perform, either I on you, or vice versa, or both together, an act that you feel that you can go through with, with me, here in the privacy of your home.

Then I want you to tell me what it is--you can whisper it! Then we shall do it. While we do it, I want you to think about what we are doing and why you find (or perhaps do not find) it erotic. You must tell me, when we are done, what your thoughts were, including images --you can even whisper those to me.

If I find your story--the fruits of your labor of love for (and I believe for you)--adequate--truthfull, non-evasive, and so on, then I will reward you with a spanking for being such a bad girl. If not, I will be displeased with you and, although I will not hurt you physically, I will criticize your efforts. In either case we will continue to another round until we both get to tired or sleepy to continue.

My cock is itching to go and can last indefinitely.

Now I will lie still over you and wait for what you come up with"