Manipulator (closed for the time being, for grinner666 and myself)

[the_bean]

They'd been talking online for months now. What started out as playful flirting had developed into so much more. Sarah had noticed him on the site many times. How could see have missed him? He was so well-written, logical...and commanding. But in a good way. The man demanded respect, or rather, his presence did. At least that's what she thought.

Joking on common ground led to conversations of deeper subjects, which opened doorways that allowed them to tell each other everything. He told her of past relationships, his family, his job, and she did the same. It seemed to Sarah as if they'd known each other forever, so when he'd suggested they get together some time, it only made sense to her.

She had agreed, and things only got better from there. Months passed after his suggestion in January, which were filled with the making of plans. She was to fly out to see him in August. The plane tickets were booked and she was marked for vacation from work. She could save up plenty of fun money in that amount of time, too.

Eventually, the late night exchanges via email and instant messengers progressed into hours long phone conversations, short calls at work just to say hello and have a nice day. She sent him a box of his favorite cigars on his birthday and he sent her a pair of shoes she'd had her eye on - with a small request that she wear them when they met.

When they met... The thought brought a smile to Sarah's fair face. Her green eyes sparkled when he crossed her mind, when she opened an email from him, when she heard his voice, and everyone just shook their heads and said she was in love.

She sat behind her desk, reading through a folder of medical records for the next summary she must type up when the phone rang. She glanced at the clock. 11:55. Almost lunch time for her, and he would have just been getting back into his office. He always called at this time and she smiled at the thought of being able to set her watch by him.

Just a few more days, she thought.

Sarah picked up the receiver and cradled it against her shoulder as she replaced the records back in the file. "Hello?"

 

[grinner666]

"Hi, Sarah," Dennis said, almost unable to contain his excitement at her imminent arrival. "How are you doing?"

He listened to her prattle about her day, her coworkers, little details he really didn't care about . . . still, he took care to make appropriate responses . . . and to listen well enough to catch anything that might help him get his hooks into her later. Or sink them deeper now, for that matter.

"Uh-huh. Well, don't worry about the little bitch now, baby. In a few days we'll be together and none of that crap will matter." He looked at his watch . . . more because he could see her seeing him do so than for any other reason. "Hey, babe? I've got to get back to work. I've got customers coming in a few minutes. Tell me, did you wear the miniskirt I sent you, like I asked? You did? Good. I want you to do something just for me, then. Take off your panties for me. What? No, just leave 'em in the trash bin under your desk. Now, I want you to think about me every time you feel the breeze blow . . . down there . . . today. Yeah, of course I'll talk to you online tonight. How could I resist? Just remember how it felt walking around with no panties all afternoon, so you can tell me later. Love you too, hon . . ."

He hung up his cell phone, hardly able to contain himself. Just one more day, and he'd be meeting the girl of his dreams . . . and her nightmares . . .

 

[the_bean]

Once she heard Dennis' voice, Sarah could barely keep herself from bubbling over. She told him about her boss' newest client, how rude the girl was and how she really didn't want to help out, and when Dennis told her not to worry about the little bitch, all thoughts of it blew out of her mind. He was right. In a few days, the would be together and nothing would matter.

Her smile grew dreamy as he continued talking, and though she was a bit surprised by his request, she did remove her panties. He always had her do the most exciting things. Her most memorable experience was when he had told her to go to a clothing store, and call him when she got into a dressing room. He talked her to orgasm while she masturbated in the small room. People in and out. She could hardly keep her voice down.

It was the instances like this that made her excitement about seeing him that much more intense. If he could make her feel the way he did without actually being there, what was it going to be like when she could finally feel his hands on her?

The conversation ended, and she was giddy. For the rest of the day she was very aware of herself, of her lack of undergarment and of how short the skirt he had sent her was. She knew someone had probably gotten a peek more than once when she would stoop to get something out of the lower drawers of the filing cabinets. The thought of it excited her. The soft material of her chair would brush her pussy as she sat and stood, and feeling it with no barrier of material between it and her skin was so very erotic.

The afternoon dragged by, and finally she was at home. She fixed herself a small dinner and watched a rerun of Seinfeld before she got online. He wouldn't be on for at least another hour, so she left her messenger on and went to start packing. Her plane left the next evening, and she had taken off of work so that she could spend the day pampering herself, so that she would be fresh, relaxed and very well groomed for him. The moments ticked by and her excitement grew....and she could already see his smiling face there to greet her as she unboarded the plane...

 

[grinner666]

Dennis sighed as he drove up to the house. It had been a rough afternoon, catering to the whims of his latest customers. Selling real estate in Florida wasn't a tough job, exactly, but some days . . . today, for example, he'd had to endure taking a young married couple from house to house, listening to the wife prattle on about having room for their coming baby when all he'd wanted to do was take her over his knee right in front of her husband and spank the living shit out of her . . .

He turned on his computer after devouring half a leftover pizza, and signed on to the messenger service they both used. Good, she was already on. He'd been training her, slowly and carefully, to be online when he got home. A natural submissive whether she knew it or not, she'd taken to the training easily, needing his signing off abruptly when she hadn't been on for his arrival only twice to learn that he expected to be obeyed, at least in this. That was good, he thought. She'd certainly be learning to obey him in harder things than this over the coming weeks.

"Hey, Shorty," he typed . . . a nickname that referred to the way he towered over her. While he was only five-eight or so . . . certainly not short, but no giant, either . . . she was tiny. A little china-doll type who barely topped five feet. He found that unbearably attractive. "Turn on your webcam and let me get a look at you, then tell me how your afternoon went. Did you enjoy being naughty like that? Walking around with no panties?"

He turned on his own webcam, a special reward to her for doing as he'd asked, not something he did every night, and paid careful attention to her replies. Good, it had excited and pleased her to do as he'd "asked". He smiled at his webcam for her, pulling more and more explicitly sexual responses from her without, himself, ever making any overt overture.

Finally, seeing that she was growing quite excited, he typed, "I want you to do something specially for me, then. Wear the same outfit on the plane that you wore this afternoon, only add those heels I sent you, and leave the bra behind. Oh, and don't forget to pack a bikini or two . . . it's already warm enoough to swim down here."

He smiled at the thought. With the tiny skirt, spike-heeled sandals and lack of bra, she'd look like the Slut Schoolgirl from Hell getting off the plane. The image in his mind made his erection, hidden beneath the desk, grow even stiffer than it had been. He signed off and went to check, one last time, that all his preparations were ready, before retiring for the night.

 

[the_bean]

Sarah stood at the foot of her bed, looking at the outfit laid out. She wasn't bothered by the miniskirt -- she did have a pair of killer legs, after all -- it was just that she'd never worn shoes like these before. She'd always liked the looks of them, and knew that Dennis liked them, she'd just never actually had a chance to wear a pair, or have anyone that would want her to.

She let out a deep breath and felt a familiar tickle in her stomach. She was going to be face to face with him this very evening. Sarah smiled, chewing on her lower lip and hopped into the shower.

She'd gone to the spa and gotten a nice wax job, as well as a massage, so she was smooth and relaxed as a woman could possibly get. Well, almost... first a little special attention for herself to help calm her nerves and release the tension that had been building since she'd spoken with Dennis the night before.

Hours later she was at the airport, dressed as instructed and getting several looks for it. She felt very self-conscious, though it was very exciting to think of all the things people were thinking about her.

On the plane she got a blanket and pillow from the flight attendant and took a very fitful nap. She dreamed of arriving in Florida, and stepping off of the plane and into the arms of the man who had kept her intoxicated with so many promises for these long lonely months. She dreamed of his welcoming smile, and the strength of his chest as he pulled her against it. She dreamed of his soft lips encompassing hers and his tongue invading her mouth. She dreamed of him pulling her skirt up around her hips and fucking her over the ticket counter right outside the gate while the crowd around cheered him on.

Sarah sat upright and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The other passengers were up, gathering luggage from overhead compartments or already making their way toward the exit. She waited for some of the crowd to pass before she gathered her belongings from the overhead and made her way into the airport.

 

[grinner666]

Dennis sat in the airport lounge, waiting for Sarah's plane to unload. He'd been waiting there an hour . . . her flight had been delayed. He hated waiting, but worked very hard to keep his annoyance under control. Soon she'd be here, and all the work and the waiting would be worth it. He amused himself while he waited by imagining what he'd be doing to her soon. Thinking of her bent over his knee or his bed, her ass covered in welts and bruises, gave him a raging hard-on that he'd have to do something about soon . . .

Movement near the disembarkation gate attracted his attention. There she was! She certainly did look like a little slut in that getup . . . he liked the look. He also liked the fact that she'd worn what he'd suggested. He smiled, seeing her tits bounce beneath her blouse . . . he would have suggested she wear it as a halter, but he didn't want to push her too far too fast. At least not until he had her firmly in his grasp.

He rose from his seat and approached her, waiting until she saw him before smiling and opening his arms to her. Taking her under the arms, he hugged her close, feeling those marvelous breasts press against him, then lifted her up and swung her around in a circle, causing her short skirt to fly up and give the entire lobby a look at her naked ass and pussy. Putting her down, he gave her ass a short squeeze and, nimble as a pickpocket, lifted the back of her skirt and tucked it into her belt, leaving her exposed for all to see.

More as a distraction than anything else, he bent over to kiss her, first on the forehead, then on the lips. "Hey, Shorty. Have a good flight? Let's go get your luggage and get out of here," he said, taking her arm and leading her toward the luggage carousels.

Once there, having watched the shocked expressions on several passengers and airport employees, he placed his arm around her back, sliding the skirt back as he did so. He stroked the small of her back absently as they waited, considering her neck and shoulders. His erection, already almost painful, grew even stiffer.

Once she'd found her bags, he took them from her and, offering his arm, led her to his truck, a late-model Ford Explorer. Tossing the bags in the back, he opened the passenger door and helped her up, then moved over to the driver's seat. Placing his hand on her thigh and squeezing gently, he smiled over at her and asked, "So, should we find someplace to have dinner, or did you eat on the plane? I must warn you that this area has few if any really good restaurants. Maybe we should just go back to my place and I can whip up a couple of steaks, hmm?"

 

[the_bean]

It was almost as good as it had been in her dream, meeting him face to face. Dennis wasn't an overly handsome man, but attractive in his own way. She was sure part of what drew her to him was the history they shared -- the way he had burrowed into her very mind and pulled things out that she'd never told anyone, and without her even really realizing it was happening. Not that she minded.

Even now as she sat in his truck, with his warm palm enclosed on her slender thigh, nothing yet seemed real. The warmth radiated from his hand and traveled up her leg, seeming to fill her completely from head to toe. Sarah just smiled at him and nodded.

"Steaks sound great," she said, her voice slightly timid -- she certainly was feeling a bit bashful -- now that she was in his presence. "I'd much rather be alone with you, anyway."

A soft blush overtook her cheeks and she laid her hand on his, pale and delicate in comparison. She felt so small next to him, not necessarily just in the physical sense, but mentally as well. The way his eyes shone, seemed to be taking the entirety of her in for consideration, knotted her stomach and tightened her throat.

It reminded her of the feelings that arose when she thought of him every day before this very moment. The way she would imagine his hand brushing her throat, his fingers slipping through the wet warmth between her legs...

Her heart skipped momentarily as she realized her daydreams were running away with her again. She pulled herself out of her reveries and soon they were on their way to his house. The conversation was light during the trip, a little nerve-wracking, she thought. She hadn't expected it to be like this at all. Despite how much they had learned about one another, she felt as if they barely knew each other. That would change very soon, however, if she had anything to do with it.

 

[grinner666]

He left his hand on her thigh as he drove, occasionally giving it a slight squeeze and wishing she'd squeeze his hand between her legs, but not ordering or even suggesting that she do so . . . yet. They made small talk about her flight and her job, he ignoring most of her answers as he tried to concentrate on the road with her, finally, in his grasp, quite literally under his hand now.

Her placing her hand on his was a surprise. Not an unpleasant one, but still he'd have to teach her his rules about touching him unbidden. That would wait, though . . . she'd be learning the rules soon enough. Right now, patience was the key to success.

The drive from the airport took some time . . . he lived out in the country, in the middle of an eight-acre, tree-lined spread, far enough away from civilization that the . . . unpleasant . . . noises she might be making soon wouldn't bother anyone. Right now, though, he almost wished he lived on a main drag, five minutes from the airport. His erection was becoming that painful.

Finally they arrived at his house . . . soon to be her new home, though she didn't know it yet. It was a courtyard house, the garage making up the front wall of the courtyard. He parked outside the garage and exited the truck, walking around to the passenger side and lifting her down, then going to the back of the truck and taking out her bags, leaving her to take in what she could of the place in the growing darkness.

"The garage is a sort of workshop," he said, "I don't park in there. Come on in, and I'll give you the nickel tour." He lead her around the garage to a screened, wrought-iron gate that lead to the courtyard, turning on the outside lights as he opened it, then taking her hand and escorting her past a small swimming pool to the front door.

Inside, he turned on the lights to reveal a great room that went the length of the house, an open kitchen off to the left. The room was decorated in oak and green canvas, Dali prints and a large, black-and-white photo of a dead oak on the walls. Two barstools stood against the bar separating the kitchen and great room.

"There are three bedrooms," he explained, "the one in front I've turned into a den, and over there on the right is a guest room. The master bedroom is in back, to the left. Bathrooms in the master bedroom and up front, near the den."

"Make yourself at home," he grinned, then went back outside to fire up the grill. Finishing that chore, he returned to where she was still standing in the great room. Cupping her backside with one hand and squeezing roughly, he said, "Relax, baby. Enjoy yourself. There's a very nice chianti behind the bar, over there. Why don't you open it up, then put some music on?" He bent over to kiss her on the neck, then went about preparing a light supper.

Twenty minutes later they were eating by the pool, marinated steaks with homemade french fries and a green salad. His steak was very rare. "I like the taste of blood," he explained, grinning. He spent some time over dinner touching her legs, her fingertips, her forearms. Just once, her ear, cupping her cheek with his calloused palm.

When they were done eating, he took up their dishes and dropped them in the kitchen sink, then took her by the hand and lead her to his bedroom. He turned and kissed her, briefly yet passionately, then dropped her hand and backed away, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the room. He sat in an armchair near the bed, gazing intently into her eyes, pinning her there with his stare. "Now," he suggested, "why don't you do a little dance for me? Give me a little show."

 

[the_bean]

Sarah took note of everything, from the paint color on the outside of his house to the fine pattern of the living room sofa. The artwork on the walls caught her attention the most, however. She'd always been a huge Dali fan. But, despite her penchat for idle chat, she found herself swept up in this moment she'd been waiting months for, and for every second he was near her it seemed that thrice as many he was not.

Dinner was good, as she related to him many times, and thanked him for it as well. She knew her jabber could be somewhat annoying at times, but she was just so excited to be looking at him finally, rather than on the screen of her computer. All of this was leading up to so many possibilities, and long after she had laid her fork across her plate, her body continued to replay the soft strokes of his hands, the warmth and gentle strokes that played intermintently across various parts of her body throughout dinner.

And then they were in his room and his lips were on hers and she felt a rush of warmth spill out of her stomach. It crept up her spine and trickled down to her pussy. Her eyes had closed and when they reopened he had taken a seat. Their gaze met and she was held in place by those eyes. Her heart skipped when he suggested that she dance. Even though she had fantasized this so many times before, now that she was actually here, she felt the soft taint of fear rising up inside of her.

She smiled, though, a little shyly -- he told her once she had a smile to die for and remembering that brought the soft blush back to her fair complexion -- and she took a moment to find the beat of the music that still softly played in the other room. Her hips swayed from side to side and her hands moved over her hips, tentatively traveling across the front of her pelvis. Her movements were hesitant at first, but the longer she moved, the more relaxed she became. Her entire body swayed with the throb of her own heart as the excitement within her mounted. She turned away from him and dipped to a spread-kneed squat, lifting first her ass so that she was bent forward as she stood, allowing him the sight of her bare ass and pussy, damp with her excitement, as her skirt pulled up. She moved closer, turning to face him. Her fingers worked at the buttons on her shirt, baring the cleavage of her perky tits until she pulled it over her head.

Sarah's eyes locked on his as she came to stand between his legs and bent forward to run her hands teasingly up his thighs, across his stomach and up his chest. She turned away again and lowered herself just barely onto his lap, her hips rolled once very slowly, dragging her ass over the noticeable bulge in his pants.

 

[grinner666]

Dennis watched her carefully as she danced for him, his eyes holding hers as she swayed. Her hesitation, her innocence, was an incredible turn-on for him. He smiled back at her, wondering if her face would be as beautiful streaked with tears. He expected that it would.

When she approached, again touching him without permission . . . he really would have to do something about that soon . . . he took hold of her hips and pressed her ass down against his erection, then slid them up along her ribs, finally cupping her breasts and gently stroking her nipples until they rose up, begging for more attention. He kissed the back of her neck, slowly working his lips around to the side, then up to her ear, before whispering, "Lose the skirt, baby, so I can see all of you. Then you can undress me."

With that, he stood, forcing her to her feet, and dropped his hands to her hips before giving her a gentle slap on the ass, pushing her half a step away from him.

 

[the_bean]

The breaths she took were slow and deep as she tried to keep herself as steady as possible. But it was difficult with his hands moving across her constantly warming skin, which his voice falling soft and deep upon her ear. When they stood and he slapped her ass, goosebumps rose in a sudden pattern up her back and down her arms.

Sarah remained facing away from him as he pushed her forward. Her hands quickly unfastened her belt and opened her skirt so that she could remove it. Her hips wiggled slightly as she pushed it down her hips and bent slightly as she stepped out of it.

"Do you want me to take my shoes off too?" Her voice was soft, slightly shaky as she righted herself and looked at him just over her shoulder.

 

[grinner666]

"Not . . . just yet," he said, smiling at her. Her ass was perfect, two firm globes of flesh. A tad pale, maybe, but he'd soon fix that. "But turn around so I can see you. Then wait for me to do this," he crooked his finger at her, "and get over here and take my clothes off. I want to feel your skin against mine . . . soon."

As she turned around he just stood, watching . . . surveying the girl who would soon be his. His property. She was perfect, from her tits, which would be considered small on a taller girl, but were just the right size for her, to her belly, her hips, even the small, trimmed patch of fur on her pussy.

He continued watching her, his face expressionless, until she grew visibly uneasy and began to fidget. Then he raised his hand slowly and, smiling slightly, crooked his finger at her.

 

[the_bean]

She moved toward him, feeling a little odd in just those spiked heels. She had to admit, though, even with the discomfort of this strange situation, the way he looked at her made her feel sexy.

Her hands slipped inside his shirt, fingertips and palm caressing over his abdomen, pulling his shirt up as her hands found his chest. She urged him to raise his arms so that she could tug it from him. Meanwhile, her lips found his nipple and sucked it lightly, nibbling gently and she tossed his shirt to the floor.

When her nimble fingers found his belt, she slowly pushed the leather through the buckle -- almost as slowly as her tongue traced over his collarbone and up the side of his neck. Once the belt was free and his pants hanging open, she drug her fingers around the waistband of his boxers.

"Why don't you sit down?" Her eyes met his, twinkling slightly. "Let me take off your shoes."

 

[grinner666]

He placed his hand under her chin, holding-but-not-pulling her chin up, and bent over to kiss her, softly, on the lips, flicking his tongue across, and then past, them, using his tongue to caress hers. It tasted like wine.

His hands, meanwhile, caressed first her shoulders, then down her back to her ass, where they cupped her . . . and then lifted her up so they were, more or less, the same height. His chest pressed into hers as he continued to kiss her.

Finally he pulled his mouth from hers. "Sure, baby," he said, putting her back on her feet, "if that's what you want. But if I'm making a lap again, I expect you to use it. When you're finished, why don't you just lay yourself on your belly, across my knees? For me," he added, letting his hands play across the front of her torso as he lowered himself into the chair.

 

[the_bean]

"For you?" Sarah smiled down at him as he sat, her stomach muscles tensing as his hands moved across her body. She touched his face with her open palm and pushed her fingers into his hair. "Anything."

She lowered to her knees at his feet and she remained there as she unlaced and removed his shoes. Her gaze lifted every few moments to find his constantly on her. So much attention was something she was unused to, but she was loving it completely. Even though she had expected meeting him would be wonderful, she had never thought it would be like this.

Once his shoes and socks were removed, she stood and draped herself across his knees as she asked. Her back arched so that her ass pushed upward into the air.

 

[grinner666]

Dennis placed both of his hands on the small of her back, flattening them from palms to fingertips across her kidneys. Slowly and firmly, he stroked his left hand up her spine to her ribcage, then to her shoulders, before starting back down, scratching her skin with just his fingertips, using no pressure at all. He slowly rubbed the other hand across her hips, then down her legs, past her ass and down almost to her knees, then reversed direction to cup each cheek, squeezing firmly.

He continued this way for several minutes, feeling her relax under his touch . . . then slapped her lightly across the ass, barely more than a caress itself, and waited, continuing to stroke her skin, to gauge her reaction . . .

 

[the_bean]

Sarah's hand gripped lightly at the material of his pants, her hands flexing into tight fists and then loosening again. Her head hung forward and she closed her eyes, revelling in the feel of his hands on her skin.

A light moan remained in her throat, growing slightly louder, which amounted to not much more than a whisper of sound, as squeezed her ass and lightly slapped it. She arched her back a little more, pointing her ass upward, as well.

"Mmm.." Sarah turned her head slightly so she could smile at him. "Do it again?"

 

[grinner666]

He continued to lightly stroke her ass, lightly tickling the space between her cheeks and occasionally allowing one finger to fall down and, very lightly, caress her damp labia. At the same time, his other hand reached around to stroke her nipple and aureola, feeling it grow stiff under his attentions.

When he did strike, a little harder this time, it no doubt came as a complete surprise to her. He was still slapping her with nowhere near his full strength, but just hard enough to sting a little. He immediately returned to gently stroking her, rubbing the sting away, watching her cheeks quiver and her excitement grow. He continued this way for several minutes, slapping and stroking, slapping and stroking, until her normally-pale ass was a nice, rosy pink. Then he stopped and, lifting her into his lap, kissed each nipple thoroughly, stopping between them to kiss the valley between her breasts. He didn't want her to fear him, at least not yet, just to have the sting in her skin heighten her pleasure. He smiled then, standing and lifting her in his arms, to carry her to his bed. He placed her on it, then dropped his jeans, leaving him only in boxers as he sat beside her, caressing her belly.

 

[the_bean]

She was surprised, to say the least, when he slapped her ass a bit harder. She'd talked about this with him and how much the thought excited her, but she'd never actually been 'spanked' by a man before. The first slap brought a small sound of protest from her -- one that she stifled rather quickly the moment his hand began to caress her pinkened flesh. She looked up at him and bit her lip, but then relaxed as he did it again.

As he laid her upon his bed, she stretched back, a soft smile on her lips, as his warm palm moved over her the smooth skin that covered her taut belly. His touches sent small chills up her spine and she could not help but quiver with pleasure.

She sat up then, shifting herself so that she could sit straddled over his lap. Her fingers pushed into his scalp, massaging and scratching lightly, as her lips found his earlobe. She nibbled on the tender flesh, her breath warm and damp as it fell on his ear, and then moved to his jaw. Sarah's tongue trailed slowly along his jawline and she paused to suck or nibble here and there until she reached his chin.

She paused there, looking up into his eyes and captured his lower lip between her teeth, tugging lightly. . .

 

[grinner666]

Dennis returned the kiss, gently removing his lip from between her teeth as the tip of his tongue flicked against hers. He took the back of her head in his hand, running his fingers through her long, dark locks, then stroking the back of her neck between his thumb and fingers.

He began kissing the side of her neck, and her throat. Then, grabbing her backside, pulled her into him so she could feel his erection against her belly through his shorts, and rolled over, up onto the bed, trapping her beneath him. He continued kissing her neck, shoulders and collarbones, holding her head back against the pillows, gently but firmly, his fingers wrapped in her hair.

He could hear her breath quickening, feel her struggling slightly, trying to raise her head. He brought his head up and returned his lips to hers, dropping his free hand to her belly and stroking it with his calloused palm and fingers, then downwards, to between her legs.

Her pussy was already damp. He spread her lips apart with his index and ring fingers, slipping his middle finger inside her slowly as his thumb found her clitoris and began tickling it gently. He heard a sudden intake of breath and a small, involuntary moan, and he lifted his lips from hers, to bend down once again and begin sucking and nibbling her nipples . . .

 

[the_bean]

Sarah let out a soft sigh when Dennis' weight pressed down upon her. She arched beneath him as much as she could manage with the way he held her against the bed. His kisses left her skin warm, but nothing so much as when she felt his finger slip inside of her.

She could not control the sounds that escaped her. Her thighs parted eagerly to make room for his fingers, his hand. . . for him. She felt as if she were on fire; the source of it her pussy, though the stiffness of her nipples was so much that with each suck . . . with each nibble . . . she felt as if she were about to explode.

Her hands lifted to his shoulders, squeezing, and then to his back, scratching her nails gently into his skin. Once or twice she attempted lifting her head, but he kept a firm hold on her hair. She let out a small whimper of protest each time her attempt was thwarted, but she couldn't really say that she wasn't enjoying the way he held her.

His thumb stroked her already swollen, and quite sensitive, clit, which set her trembling once again, only this time there was little she could do to stop it. Her hips pushed upward against him, which caused her to grind against his hand. "Oh..." She gasped, arching into him again. Her hips swirled slowly as she pushed herself onto his finger again.

 

[grinner666]

Dennis' finger found her G-spot . . . it could hardly avoid doing so, the way this demanding little tart was shoving her pussy against him, he thought. He'd have to teach her more polite behavior. Soon.

In the meantime, though, he rubbed it, making small circles inside her against the rough tissue while his ring finger slipped inside her as well, first sliding against her inner lips before he pinched her, lightly, inside. He moved his index finger to her clit, rolling it gently between finger- and- thumbtip. As he did so, he bit down slightly harder on her nipple, again adding a little . . . a very little, if his prior experience was any guide . . . pain to her pleasure. He quickly backed off, tonguing the pain away as he continued to stroke her intimate spaces.

He raised his head again, smiling down at her, then brought it down to Sarah's lips again, releasing her hair and stroking her forehead as he kissed her again and again, pressing his chest against hers.

 

[the_bean]

She was losing herself in his caresses, in the stroking of his fingers. Sarah's eyes closed as she let herself drift on the pleasure he was giving her. He seemed to concentrate on her left nipple, which excited her beyond comprehension, and for a moment she recalled telling him once that it was much more sensitive than the right one. He must have remembered, she told herself silently, and the thought that he would keep such a small detail in mind only made her hotter.

Her reveries were short lived however as gently bit. It was not so much painful as it was surprising. Her head lifted from the bed momentarily, but any verbal protest she might have been planning on making was quickly quelled by his knowing tongue calming her flesh. She moaned again softly, and opened her eyes again when she felt him move.

She was met with his smiling face, and she smiled back, even into his passionate kisses, which filled her with a need greater than she had known in a very long time. Dennis knew that she had not had such close contact with a man in a little over a year, since she broke up with her boyfriend. She had always joked that she was waiting for him, and perhaps she truly was. Now that she was with him, she was almost glad she'd not slept with every guy she'd come across at the bar. This was worth waiting for. But, GOD! it was too fast. She felt about to come undone. Her pussy clenched eagerly on his fingers.

Her hips stopped moving as much as she held herself back and her hands moved along his sides, slipping into the waistband of his boxers. She squeezed his ass/hip as well as she could, again digging her nails into his skin.

"Denny?" She spoke softly . . . almost breathlessly . . . in between kisses. "I'm going to come if you don't slow down."

 

[grinner666]

"So come," he said, continuing to stroke her, "enjoy yourself." You probably should, he thought, it might very well be the last time you're allowed to for some time unless you learn very quickly indeed.

Dennis continued to stroke her, enjoying the way her muscles tightened on his fingers . . . she certainly had a talented pussy, or at least a skilled one. He bent back down to kiss her nipple again, sucking a large portion of her breast into his mouth. His hand slid slowly down her face, her neck, to her other breast, massaging it while he began to kiss his way down her belly. His tongue running across her skin, then into her navel while his fingers kept working both her clit and G-spot.

 

[the_bean]

Sarah relaxed slightly, pressing her head back into the bed as he continued to work her throbbing pussy with his fingers. She began to move again after a few seconds, pushing her hips up to meet his hand, fucking herself on his fingers as his mouth moved along her body.

The tension continued to build inside her, starting deep and then rolling outward in waves of heat. Her legs shook with need as her moans grew louder and more urgent until finally, in one loud cry of ecstasy, he brought her to orgasm.

Her pussy clenched his fingers as if to draw them deeper, sucking them hungrily into her as she writhed beneath him.